It felt like there was something stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out.
He took a slight sip of Erguotou, and the spiciness made him cry. He finally took Tang Xiao's napkin and wiped it. He wanted to say something, but was speechless.
A gust of cool wind blew, and there was a vague chill outside the house.
An Jianwu, who had been smiling before, fell silent at this moment.
His expression remained calm, but he subconsciously dug out of his pocket.
However.
Nothing was taken out.
Suddenly, he realized that he had quit smoking.
Since I got bronchitis last year, my family has hidden all the cigarettes.
He finally looked at An Xiao, with a hint of help in his eyes: "Get a pack of cigarettes."
An Xiao was silent for a long time, but in the end she still shook her head firmly: "You can't smoke."
After An Jianwu saw An Xiao's expression, his expression squirmed slightly, and his throat suddenly felt dry: "Today is different."
An Xiao continued to be silent for a moment, then finally stood up and walked slowly towards the back room. Not long after, she took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and handed them to An Jianwu: "Grandma will scold you if she knows."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way..." An Jianwu shook his head, skillfully pulled out one, lit it and handed it to Mr. Yang: "Old Yang, take one."
"good."
The smoke curled up.
The room became silent again.
No one spoke, and no one picked up food. They just looked at the two elderly people, who were already in their seventies, silently.
There are too many of their stories buried in the wind and sand.
Zhou Yang sat on the chair, remembering that year, during the open class "Golden Fish Hook", the eyes of the next few teachers were filled with tears.
At that time, he didn't understand, and felt that those teachers were a little fake, even pretentious.
It’s just a lesson or an article. How can people cry while listening to it?
As he grew older, he finally began to understand some things and finally understood this text.
Some people have already left.
But there are some things that must be remembered.
Forgetting, although not exactly betrayal, is a deep sadness.
Two old men smoked cigarettes silently.
Time passed bit by bit, and soon, one cigarette was finished. An Jianwu subconsciously smoked the cigarette box, only to find that the cigarette box was empty.
He smiled bitterly.
An Xiao only left two cigarettes for them.
"Xiao Zhou, this story is very good, very good..." He looked at Zhou Yang and nodded repeatedly: "Old Yang, are you okay?"
"It's because the cigarettes and wine are so intoxicating, I'm okay..." Mr. Yang's body was still trembling slightly, but after hearing An Jianwu's voice, he shook his head and then looked at Zhou Yang: "Xiao Zhou...
"
"Grandpa Yang." Zhou Yang looked at Mr. Yang and sat up slightly.
"For a moment just now, I felt that you were watching all this, watching the old squad leader slowly closing his eyes, and then telling this story..." Mr. Yang raised his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, but
Finally, he sighed deeply: "I've always kept that fishhook...it's at home, I'll get it for you..."
"Lao Yang, eat first."
"Bring it over and eat it." Mr. Yang was extremely stubborn, stood up somewhat staggeringly, and then walked towards the door.
"Zhibin is going to see Grandpa Yang off."
"..."
An Zhibin nodded. He originally helped Mr. Yang, but Mr. Yang shook his head. He didn't need any support and his waist was straight.
In a daze...
From his back, Zhou Yang saw the figure walking hard on the grass step by step.
"Grandpa An, the food is cold, I'll heat it up."
"good."
Tang Xiao looked at An Jianwu, then at Zhou Yang and An Xiao, then stood up and walked toward the kitchen with the dishes.
After Tang Xiao left, the atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably awkward.
"Xiao Zhou, your grandfather was a soldier before, right?"
"Yes." Zhou Yang nodded. The grandfather of this world was indeed a soldier, but he died too early, so Zhou Yang had no impression of him.
"A person from that era?"
"Um."
"Okay, pretty good." An Jianwu looked at Zhou Yang and nodded silently, then looked at An Xiao: "The story Xiao Zhou just told should indeed be included in the teaching materials, and the fishhook should be placed the same as at the end of the story.
Enter the military museum...go and implement it."
"Well, I will communicate this matter to the relevant departments..." An Xiao nodded.
"By the way, what are the children learning now?"
"..."
Zhou Yang sat next to An Xiao and listened silently to An Xiao and An Jianwu talking.
There is a lot of content and secrets in it.
Zhou Yang didn't know whether he should listen to these words or not, or else he should like Sister Tang Xiao and heat up some hot food.
Just as he was about to get up, An Xiao pushed him down. He raised his head and glanced at An Xiao, who was still talking to his grandfather. He sat down obediently, but his mind couldn't help but have random thoughts.
Just now, Mr. An put his hand on his leg...
About ten minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house.
Mr. Yang walked into the house holding a box in one hand.
He put down the box and took out a rusty but preserved sewing needle from it.
"It's this needle..."
……………………
It took a long time to eat dinner.
It took more than two hours to eat.
After eating, Zhou Yang, An Xiao and An Zhibin, Tang Xiao were taken to the study by An Jianwu.
An Jianwu's study room is very spacious, and several people can sit in it without feeling crowded. There are also many books hidden there, including the old editions of "Four Books and Five Classics", "Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties", "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", "Three Kingdoms",
There are the current "Das Kapital" and "Faith"...
Zhou Yang even saw a book called "Overlord".
The most epoch-making movie "Overlord" in the Chinese film industry was adapted from this book.
An Jianwu personally made a cup of tea for everyone. It seemed that he was influenced by "The Golden Fish Hook" just now. Yang Lao was still in a low mood. After taking a sip of tea, he sighed quietly and wanted to say something, but
But I kept it in my heart and couldn't say anything.
"Lao Yang... just say what you want to say."
"Comrade Jiang Cai passed away a few days ago. When I helped to pack away Comrade Jiang Cai's belongings, I found a diary. In the diary was written a story about the 9th Company of the 4th Battalion of the 140th Regiment. After reading the story, I felt
I felt particularly uncomfortable... It must have been during that special period that someone handed the diary to Comrade Jiang Cai. For some reasons, Comrade Jiang Cai had no time to read it, and it was later stacked up. I felt very sad after reading this story...
...I once saw those old comrades with my own eyes and watched them leave..." Mr. Yang took out a neat thing wrapped in cloth from his pocket.
Carefully opening the cloth bag, an old diary was revealed. The cover was damaged and the paper was yellowed. It looked like it had some history.
Mr. Yang's eye circles became very cloudy, but he resisted the grief and handed the diary to Zhou Yang.
"Ah?" Zhou Yang was stunned.
"Xiao Zhou, look at this story. Can it be put on the screen?"
"good!"
The handwriting in the diary has begun to turn yellow, and some words are generally no longer legible.
"In 1948, during the Battle of Huaihai, I followed Zhang Daya and Comrade Zhang Xiaoping received a mission called "sniper"..."
"I remember that the weather was very cold that day. I was shivering from the cold. I was called into the office by my boss..."
"I vaguely heard the leader telling me that this mission is very heavy..."
"..."
"My comrades, my instructors..."
"The battle was fierce. The number of enemies was several times ours. Even if we had the terrain advantage, we still couldn't withstand waves of attacks..."
"I watched them die in front of me. I saw with my own eyes that Zhang Da's teeth were burnt black, and his lower body was half exploded, but they were holding my hand tightly and saying something desperately..."
"However, I couldn't hear what he was saying because my ears were deafened and my eyes couldn't see very well. I only felt that the surrounding area was blood red..."
"Someone held my hand and seemed to ask me to leave the position..."
"However, I knew I couldn't leave. I didn't hear the trumpet sound, and I couldn't confirm whether the trumpet was blown or not. I only knew that some people were gesturing and saying that the trumpet was blown, while others said that it was not blown...
…”
"..."
"Fifty comrades, except me, were all killed in this battle. They were buried in a hole. My new instructor pulled the fuse of the bomb at the last moment, and then he was buried in..."
"We only have one thought, and that is that the corpse cannot be found by the enemy..."
"I walked out, I used a cannon to hit a tank..."
"I was alone and I was very hungry. I couldn't see anything clearly, but I knew there were enemies around me, so I put on the enemy's clothes. Later, I realized what a stupid decision this was.
…”
"..."
"I can't find the 140th regiment. Many people broke up and regrouped, and then were broken up again. I survived, but no one knows who I am and where our team is..."
"Many people have become martyrs, while my brothers and comrades have become missing persons..."
"..."
Zhou Yang looked at the diary silently.
There seemed to be a huge boulder pressing down on his heart, as if no matter how hard he panted, he couldn't breathe.
He saw despair in the diary, which was full of despair.
He thought of a movie called "Assembly" in the original world. The content described in the diary was so similar to "Assembly".
only……
The ending of "Assembly" is much better.
At least those who disappeared were posthumously named martyrs.
The owner of the diary seemed to be regarded as a madman, and in that special era, his hands were so thin from the cold, but no matter how hard he dug, he could not dig out those comrades buried deep underground.
"Grandpa Yang... how is the ending of the diary?"
"Still investigating, but I heard that he froze to death, and someone saw the diary on his body. It was handed over to Jiang Cai many years later, and many years passed before we found it..."
"..."
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