A Well-Intentioned Lie

For some reason, Qin Guang felt his eyes grow moist.

It was precisely this inexplicable distortion of time and space.

That allowed him to truly feel a certain spirit.

That passionate blood.

That patriotism.

That fury.

The impact was far greater than any historical film.

It was too real.

After a moment of silence.

Qin Guang slowly bent down and picked up the flight cap Qin Changhe had thrown onto the ground.

He carefully brushed off the dust.

Then respectfully placed it on Qin Changhe's head, his eyes now bloodshot.

Afterward, Qin Guang gave a military salute.

In a deep voice, he said, "As a soldier of this era, I will never forget any part of history. I will keep it engraved in my heart. But what I need to do now is contribute my own strength to reinforce the line of defense over our nation's blue skies."

"There is peace now, with no war."

"But I promise you, if war comes in the future, wherever I am, when called, I will come. When I come, I will fight."

"I will never fear death, and I will never retreat."

"I may not face the enemy's bayonets."

"But I will face the enemy's new fighter jets. Even if I cannot shoot them down, I will forge the final line of defense with this flesh and blood."

As Qin Guang spoke.

Tears shimmered in his eyes. His intense patriotism and unshakable military spirit burst forth, filling heaven and earth.

At this moment.

Qin Changhe, whose belly was still exposed, took a deep breath.

He slowly lowered his shirt.

And straightened his uniform.

He adjusted his flight cap again, then turned to look into the distance. "I forgive you."

A thought popped into his mind.

Although he wasn't a pilot.

This little grandson