Rebirth in a Perfect Era Chapter 1261: The boiling of that dead water

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The military salute of the weak old man made these soldiers who had been separated from him by half a century suddenly wet their eyes.

Chen Chengwu almost straightened his body subconsciously, with the most standard military posture and military salute, with the most hoarse voice loudly: "Old Senior, Chen Chengwu, China People ’s Liberation Army Yun Provincial Military Region, pay tribute to you!"

At the roar of Chen Chengwu, other soldiers put down their equipment and supplies, stood upright, saluted with red eyes, and saluted the old man loudly.

In this battle, the accompanying Li Mu, Liu Xinxin and others instantly moved to tears, and two lines of tears burst into the wrinkled eyes of the old man.

At this moment, the old man abandoned the local dialect he had spoken for decades and used standard Mandarin to say one by one: "National Revolutionary Army, Air Force, Sixth Brigade, Major Pilot, Sun Xiaozhong, thank you ... thank you You ... "

For the old man, due to many special historical reasons, the soldier ’s identity has been buried in his heart for more than half a century. He longs for the society that will one day remember the soldier ’s identity and recognize what he has done. Contribution, not his lonely cry, but after so many years, he has become more and more clear that this wish is actually a kind of extravagance, half a century of wind and rain, this country has undergone countless changes, his own deeds, It is becoming more and more impossible to be remembered. I am afraid that my identity can only be brought into the soil by myself.

Until a few days ago, several young people who claimed to be volunteers went into the mountains and asked their names in the village. He did n’t realize that his deeds had not been completely forgotten by society, and there were very few. A small group of people found their names by looking up the information of the Flying Tigers and local government records, and found Baofu Village step by step.

Volunteers sent him some pastry gifts and two thousand Yuan. The old man had never touched a hundred-dollar bill several times in his life. Seeing so much money, his hands were trembling, his dream, neighbor The thickest coffin made by village carpenters was only sold for a thousand Yuan.

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

People in Baofu Village have been with the old man for decades, and they do n’t know what the old man is doing. They just call him Lao Suntou, because his name Sun Xiaozhong sounds too bookish, and people in the mountain ca n’t understand or say no Habits, the titles between them are mostly "surname" + "Azi" + brother, sister-in-law, uncle, uncle, such as Zhang Age, Chen Asao, compared to the old name of the old people, the villager's name should be grounded Very angry.

In the eyes of the villagers in Baofu Village, the old man is an old bachelor. Since the day he hit him into the mountain, he is a bachelor. In the words of the village elders, the year the old man came to the mountain was like a defeated cock. Like a funeral dog, he came to Baofu Village in ragged clothes, and begged him to settle down. The land of Baofu Village although is worthless. The closed villages generally do not like the entry of outsiders, not to mention the local words of the old people at that time. It ’s not that standard, but the old village chief at that time did n’t know why, and he still allowed his request. He told him that the small earth **** at the east side of the village was unoccupied. If he wanted to settle down, he would go there and build a thatched hut.

So, the old man built a thatched house on his own in silence, and found a mountain field in the distance of the mountain where no one was willing to reclaim. He gathered two acres of land and planted food. He settled down in Baofu Village, and this is the last 30 years.

In the past thirty years, the old man was the poorest old grandson in the village in the eyes of the villagers. People always used him to educate their children: if they were disobedient, the old grandson would grab you to eat; You wo n’t be able to get your wife like Lao Suntou; if you ca n’t get a wife, you ’ll be like an old Suntou, and no one will give up, and even if you die, there ’s no one carrying a coffin ...

When these gossips became popular, the old man was almost demonized in the eyes of the children in the village. Many children screamed and left in horror when they saw him. Some bold children would pick up the lump and be nervous. He threw it hard at the old man, and no matter whether it hit it or not, he turned around and screamed and ran away. Their parents rarely managed, because they felt that the old man had been left in the village for these years. Endless grace, this little thing, is far from enough for him to repay the villagers and his kindness.

The old man never cared about it or was not angry about it. Whether it was the child ’s panic and teasing, or the villagers ’ridicule and sympathy, he was not angry or sad. He always held the proud head in his heart, even if it was rickets. It's the same with my body. For decades, I haven't even shed a tear.

He always comforted himself this way. When he drove a plane to fight the Japanese, he made every death take-off determination and courage. As the fighters continue to take off and land, his spirit has long been trained. It has become an iron tree that will never wither and never fall. This iron tree has stood for decades, withstood the attack of the Japanese fighters, and withstood the baptism of historical catastrophe. Nowadays, even these ants eat it. Not on.

It is such a strong old man, and now when he confronts these soldiers of the People's Liberation Army, the tears can't stop in an instant.

Different from the volunteers ’recognition of him a few days ago, these military uniforms are all active duty soldiers. Their recognition is most gratifying and moving for the elderly.

For many years, the national military pilot named Sun Xiaozhong and the pilot who used to guard the Southwest with the American Flying Tigers no longer felt the excitement and excitement. After his wife and children disappeared, his life was like a dead water. Without the slightest waves, the silence was terrible, and at this moment, the water was boiling completely.

The picture of a dozen salaried soldiers and the old man saluting each other stayed still for a few minutes. Fortunately, two cameras did not stop shooting from the moment they entered the mountain. The photographer hopes to capture the hardship of the mountain all the way. Only then did they fortunately capture such an image with no intentions and everything from their hearts.

At this time, the old man took the lead to break this kind of stagnation-like picture and said angrily: "I should invite you to sit in the house, but the house is too small and too broken, there is no place where I can get feet ... "

Chen Chengwu burst into tears and said, "Old senior, we will not go in, but they ..."

Chen Chengwu turned around and pointed to the two cameramen carrying the camera, as well as Li Mu and Liu Xinxin, and said to the old man: "They came from Yanjing and they will give you an interview and report your affairs. Go out and let more people know about you and other anti-Japanese veterans. "

The old man nodded gently and said: "Several young people who have come to me have told me before, how to interview you, I will cooperate, but ..."

Speaking of this, the old man struggled for a moment and pleaded: "Can I just record a broadcast for me, I want to find my wife and children, if they are still alive, they may have a chance to see it."

Liu Xinxin hastily went to the previous one and said to the old man: "Old man, you can say anything you want to say to the camera. We promise to distribute the video to the people of the whole country, not just to see it, but also Let them know the huge contribution you and other veterans have made to this nation. "

The old man waved his hand: “It ’s our responsibility to be ashamed and not talk about contribution. It ’s our responsibility to make the country rise and fall. It ’s not a matter of merit, but a duty!”

The head of the village was stunned to listen. He didn't speak for a while, and suddenly said something shocked.

The old man coughed twice with a smile and returned a few sentences in a dialect that no one understood.

The guide told everyone that the old village head was surprised that Senior Sun would speak Mandarin.

Mandarin is a local name for Mandarin. Many people understand it but do n’t speak it, and many elderly people do n’t understand it. Local villagers as old as Senior Sun have almost no People speak Mandarin, so when he begins to speak Mandarin, the village head feels as surprised as a villager in his village suddenly speaks fluent foreign languages.

The old man ’s answer was: “I ’m not originally from this province. I have spoken Mandarin since I was young. I have learned a little bit of local dialect since I came to Yunsheng in 37 years.”

The village head was shocked and could not be added, as if the whole life and the three views were subverted.

With no energy to care for the dazed and surprised old village head, Li Mu and Liu Xinxin and the cameraman followed the old man into his thatched house.

After entering, all the people really realized what hardship is, and the impact of reality is many times more real than the pictures returned by the volunteers before. The head is muddy land, the head is half-pulled, and the province of Yunnan is located on a plateau. The cloud looks much closer than the plain area. The scenery was originally beautiful, but seeing the white cloud from the roof gives people the feeling of being sad but sad.

The old man does n’t have any decent clothes, only a set of Chinese tunic that has n’t been worn for many years and has been patched with countless patches. The bed built on the brick, took a small iron box from the head of the bed, took out an eagle-winged medal, and hung it carefully on the chest, bowed the looks at medal, the old man lamented, "For decades I have n’t worn it again. I was afraid that it would be taken away when I was criticized. I hid it in the swallow nest and took it up the mountain again. This is the first time I have put it on in so many years. "

An accompanying female reporter hastily crouched in front of him and asked, "Old Senior, can you tell me about the origin of this medal?"

The two photographers also kneeled down to the old man and the medal from the bottom. Li Mu was busy and took Liu Xinxin to sit cross-legged on the ground. In this dilapidated thatched house, the old man should be the tallest that one.

The old man ’s mouth was bubbling with saliva, and his lips moved for a long time before saying: “This is the Star Order Medal. After the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, the National Government set up a medal for the National Air Force pilot. In accordance with the rules of the National Government at that time, only pilots who shot down enemy aircraft were eligible to award, shoot down an enemy aircraft, award a one-star order medal, shoot down two enemy aircraft, and then award a two-star order medal ... … "

Li Mu carefully looks at the medal on the chest of the old man. In the center of a pair of golden eagle wings, there is a star in the center of the circle on a white background, and on its top, bottom left, and bottom right, with a trident layout, there is also a star. , A total of four.

The old man stroked his medal and said softly, "In fact, I only shot down three Japanese planes, and the fourth one was shot down by a wingman pilot at the time. He sacrificed that air battle. The officer gave He posthumously awarded a medal of Baoding, and then gave me the fighter that shot down, as well as another wingman pilot, I changed from Samsung to four stars, and another wingman pilot, one changed from one star to two stars. . "

The young female reporter said shamefully: "Sorry senior, I do n’t quite understand what you mean by wingman. Can you teach us?"

The old man took a breath and recovered from the heavy thoughts just now, saying: "At that time, the aircraft were tactical in formation, divided into growth aircraft and wingmen, and the long aircraft was the chief of this formation, flying into the air. At that time, the wingmen unconditionally carried out all the orders of the bank president aircraft. At that time, the tactics adopted by the national government were one long two bureaucrats, three aircraft formations, I was the long plane, and two other wingmen. "

Speaking of this, the old man sighed and said, "Since the sacrifice of my wingman pilot, the number of National Air Force aircraft is insufficient, we have changed into a long wingman, three have changed into two ..." /