Chapter 1261 (1/2)

The salute from the weak old man made the soldiers who had been separated from him for half a century wet their eyes.

Chen Chengwu almost subconsciously straightened up, with the most standard military posture and salute, with the most hoarse voice loudly said: ”old master, Chen Chengwu of the cloud province military region of the Chinese people's Liberation Army, salute you!”

Under Chen Chengwu's roar, other soldiers put down their equipment and materials, stood upright and saluted with red eyes, and saluted the old man loudly.

In this battle, the accompanying Li Mu and Liu Xin were moved to tears, and the old man's eyes were full of wrinkles.

At this moment, the old man abandoned the local dialect he had spoken for decades, and said in standard Mandarin: ”the National Revolutionary Army, the air force, the sixth brigade, major pilot, sun Xiaozhong, thank you Thank you... ”

For the old man, because of many special historical reasons, the identity of a soldier has been buried in his heart for more than half a century. He is eager to one day this society can remember his identity as a soldier and recognize his contribution, rather than his lonely cry. But over the years, he has become more and more clear that this wish is actually an extravagant hope, Half a century of ups and downs, this country has experienced countless changes, his deeds in those years, has become more and more impossible to be remembered, I'm afraid that his identity can only be brought into the earth by himself.

It wasn't until a few days ago that several young people who claimed to be volunteers came to the mountain and inquired about their names in the village that he knew that his deeds in those years had not been completely forgotten by the society. There were very few people who found their names in the records of Flying Tigers and local governments in those years, and they followed suit step by step We found Baofu village.

Volunteers sent him some cakes and gifts, and also gave him two thousand yuan. The old man never touched a hundred yuan bill several times in his life. Seeing so much money, his hands trembled. The thickest coffin that he dreamed of, which was made by the carpenter of the neighboring village, was only sold for one thousand yuan.

But the old man didn't ask for the money, because he has got more wealth than the money, because some people remember him, others know who he is and what he has done.

People in Baofu village have been with the old for decades, and they don't know what the old man is doing. They just call him old sun tou, because his name sun Xiaozhong sounds too bookish, and the people in the mountain can't understand or say it. Most of the appellations between them are ”surname” + ”a character” + brother, sister-in-law, uncle and uncle, such as brother-in-law Zhang and sister-in-law Chen. Compared with the old people, they have a strong atmosphere of the Republic of China In terms of the name of the village, the name of the villagers is more grounded.

In the eyes of Baofu villagers, the old man is an old bachelor. Since the day when he was beaten into the mountain, he has been a bachelor. In the words of the elders of the village, when the old man came to the mountain, he was like a defeated Rooster or a bereaved dog. He came to Baofu village in rags and begged the villagers to give him a place to settle down. Although the land of Baofu village is worthless, it can be closed In general, Luo doesn't like outsiders to enter. What's more, the local words of the old man at that time were not so standard. But the old village head at that time, for some reason, made his request. He said to him that the small slope in the east of the village was uninhabited. If you want to settle down, you can go there and build a thatched house.

So, the old man built a thatched house in silence, and found a piece of mountain field that no one wanted to cultivate in the distance of the mountain. He gathered two mu of land and planted food, and he was really coming to Baofu village. This was the last 30 years.

For 30 years, the old man is the most pitiful old grandson in the village. People always use him to educate their children: if you don't obey, the old grandson will take you to eat; if you don't work hard, you will be like the old grandson, who can't get a wife, who can't get a wife, who will be like the old grandson, who has no one to support the old and die, who even carries the coffin

When these rumors became popular, the old man was nearly demonized in the eyes of the children in the village. Many children saw him and screamed and left. Some children with big courage would pick up the lumps and throw them to the old man nervously and energetically. Then they would turn their heads and scream and run away no matter whether they were smashed or not. Their parents rarely took care of them, because they felt that It has been the village's boundless kindness to let the old man stay in the village in, which is far from enough for him to repay the villagers and his kindness.

The old man never cared about it and was not angry. He was not angry or sad no matter the children's panic and teasing, or the villagers' ridicule and sympathy. He always held the proud head in his heart, even if he bent his body. For decades, even a tear did not flow.

He always comforted himself. When he was flying to fight with the Japanese, he had the determination and courage to die every time he took off. With the continuous take-off and landing of the fighter, his spirit had long been honed into an iron tree that would never wither or fall. This iron tree stood for decades, suffered the attack of Japanese fighter planes and the washing of historical catastrophe Li, these days, even ants can't chew.

It's such a strong old man. Now when facing these PLA soldiers, he can't stop his tears in a moment.

Different from the recognition given by volunteers a few days ago, these soldiers in uniform are all active servicemen. Their recognition is the most gratifying and moving for the elderly.For many years, the National Army pilot named sun Xiaozhong and the pilot who once guarded the southwest with the American Flying Tigers no longer felt excited and excited. After his wife and children disappeared, his life was like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves, and the silence was terrible. At this moment, the pool of water was completely boiling.

The picture of more than a dozen active servicemen and the elderly saluting each other remained still for several minutes. Fortunately, two cameras did not stop shooting from the moment of entering the mountain. The photographer hoped to capture the hardships of the mountain area all the way. It was because of this that they were lucky to capture such an image without any intention and with everything from the heart.

At this time, the old man took the lead in breaking the stagnant picture, and said with a look of chagrin: ”I should invite you to come in and sit down, but the home is too small and too broken, and there is no place for you to step down...”