0p0 Chapter 283 His identity is very special
Chapter 283 His identity is very special
The next day, Han Jingyi woke up naturally and stretched in bed.
With messy hair, she came to the balcony and saw the scenery outside the window.
It’s a rare good day, and the shy sunshine pokes out its little head.
Give her warmth to the earth, and reproduce endless life.
A beautiful day has begun again.
Han Jingyi went to the bathroom to wash up, and when she came out, she had her hair tied into a ponytail.
He put on his backpack and skipped out of the hotel.
When I arrived at the hotel entrance, I saw the uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes.
I remember that we met each other not long ago.
Give the money to the other party, with a bright smile on your face: "Thank you uncle..."
The uncle roasting sweet potatoes showed a kind look: "Hello, little girl, where are you going today?"
Han Jingyi held a roasted sweet potato in her right hand: "Uncle, I want to go to the Martyrs' Cemetery"
"Is it the Hengdu Road Martyrs Cemetery?"
"right"
"Call a taxi quickly, it's too far to take the bus."
"Thank you, uncle."
"Haha, the little girl is so funny"
Han Jingyi was eating sweet potatoes while looking for a flower shop.
I found a flower shop and picked out a bunch of white chrysanthemums.
When he heard that she was going to pay tribute to the hero, the flower shop owner wrapped up the chrysanthemums delicately for her: "158 yuan a bunch."
Han Jingyi took it carefully and said, "Thank you," and gave the money to the other party.
I arrived at the bus stop and hailed a taxi.
After Han Jingyi got in the car, she looked very sad: "Master, take me to the Martyrs Cemetery."
"Okay," the taxi driver nodded.
Han Jingyi kept staring at the flowers in her arms and noticed that the leaves of one flower were broken.
Han Jingyi sorted it out and saw the car driving towards the suburbs.
Han Jingyi's heart rose to her throat again and she slowly became nervous.
The driver looked through the rearview mirror and noticed that she looked strange in the back seat, so he greeted her warmly, "Little girl, are you not from Hengdu County?"
Han Jingyi smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I am from Hengdu County"
"Oh"
About an hour later, Han Jingyi arrived safely at the gate of the Martyrs' Cemetery with a bouquet of large chrysanthemums in her arms.
Putting on the backpack, I got out of the taxi and asked: "Master, how much?"
The taxi driver smiled awkwardly: "Give me 90 yuan."
For such a long distance, the taxi driver only asked for 90 yuan.
Han Jingyi gave the other party 100 yuan without thinking: "No need to give me the change, thank you for your hard work..."
Seeing her leaving with the flowers, the taxi driver followed her and asked, "Girl, are you going back?"
Han Jingyi nodded: "It will take me two hours to go back"
"You can't get a taxi here. I'll wait for you here. It'll take about two hours. Remember to come here and I'll take you back."
Han Jingyi nodded and came to the gate of the Martyrs' Cemetery with flowers.
The security guard at the door stopped her: "Beauty, what are you doing here?"
Han Jingyi held the flowers in her right hand, with a hint of smile on her pink cheeks: "Hello, I'm here to pay tribute to Han Wenbin."
The security guard came out of the security room, looked at her carefully, stared at Han Jingyi, and asked, "Who are you to him?"
If you see the other party, you are not allowed to enter.
Han Jingyi began to worry: "He is my father, I came to visit his grave and see him"
The security guard immediately became enthusiastic: "Little girl, if you want to go in and sweep the grave of Han Yingxiong, you must register with your ID card."
Han Jingyi smiled, took out her ID card from her backpack and handed it to the other party: "Thank you"
I have never swept my father's grave since I was a child.
I don’t know where my father is buried.
When she was 18 years old, it was her mother who revealed her detailed address during a conversation.
Han Jingyi then found out that her biological father was a drug enforcement police officer.
He did a great job and dedicated his life to the country.
Because he works away from home for a long time, the father and daughter rarely see each other.
My father was afraid of bringing disaster to his wife and children, so he rarely mentioned his marriage to others.
Han Wenbin often fought with those desperate criminals, fearing that others would know the existence of his wife and children and take revenge on him.
Few people knew about his daughter, and he never told anyone about her at work.
When I was young, other children all had their fathers by their side and grew up together.
Han Jingyi's father is not around because of work, and she is very envious of those children who have their fathers around them.
Dad's job is very special and Mom rarely mentions it.
When she cried and looked for her father, her mother always told her that her father was on a business trip.
After a while, I came back to accompany them.
When Han Jingyi was five years old, her father died gloriously while on a mission.
During the six months, my grandparents died in an accident.
Originally a happy family, now only mother and daughter are left.
Yang Yulan was originally a teacher, but she had to quit her job to take care of her daughter.
In order to make a living, I opened a small supermarket.
The mother and daughter depended on each other, and Han Jingyi became the apple of her mother's eye.
The security guard registered the ID card and immediately called a phone number: "Han Yingxiong's family is here, come and take her away."
Han Jingyi was sitting in the security room, and the security guard poured her a cup of hot water: "Miss Han, we didn't know Han Yingxiong had a daughter. We are very touched that you came to see him."
Because she was too young at the time, Han Jingyi didn’t know what exactly happened in between.
Why don’t these people who guard the martyrs’ cemetery know that their fathers have descendants?
At this time, a middle-aged woman in her 40s came, wearing a majestic military uniform.
It was as if she saw her father in military uniform, with a smile on his face: "Hello, Miss Han"
Han Jingyi nodded politely: "Hello"
The middle-aged woman took her in and looked at Han Jingyi: "Miss Han, should she have graduated from college?"
Han Jingyi looked at the other person with a smile: "Yes, I am 27 years old"
"It's been 22 years since Han Yingxiong left. How are you doing?"
"My father..."
“Every year, we worship”
The two chatted all the way through the woods and saw many heroes neatly arranged here.
The middle-aged woman stopped and said with a firm look in her eyes: "Your father is great, a hero in our hearts, who went through fire and water for the people and sacrificed his life for his comrades. He is the pride of our country and a role model for us to learn from."
I see, Dad is a hero in everyone’s heart.
As his daughter, Han Jingyi feels extremely proud and proud.
Han Jingyi followed the other party and came to a tombstone with a large character written on it: "Martyr Hero Han Wenbin"
It said that my father performed very well at work and won many honorary awards.
It wrote in detail about his work achievements and he won first, second and third prizes.
After more than 20 years, I finally met my biological father.
Han Jingyi's eyes became moist.
Carefully placing the flowers on the cold tombstone, her slender white fingers kept stroking her father's tombstone.
Sad tears flowed down my cheeks: "Dad, I'm here to see you"
She was too young at that time.
The appearance of my biological father is very vague.
Because we spent so little time together, I knew nothing about my father's affairs.