Chapter 86 This is the world they expect, but it is the world we despise.
Chaos, darkness, after the cannonball fell next to him and exploded, he lost consciousness. He didn't know how long had passed. It seemed that more than a century had passed, and it seemed that only a few seconds had passed. Xia Yuan only felt that his whole body
I feel groggy, my head hurts, and my eyelids feel like they have a lead ball hanging on them, making it difficult to open them.
His whole body was stiff and unable to move, and he could vaguely hear someone talking in his ears.
Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on his body... There seemed to be a cute voice calling him again in his ears. Xia Yuan suddenly jumped up, sat up, and opened his eyes suddenly, as if
The drowning man breathed greedily for air.
The walls are white and the lighting is warm.
There was no shock after the roaring shells exploded, no whooshing sound when the bullets passed through the head, no piece of scorched earth, shrapnel mixed with soil, the positions were full of enemy corpses and volunteer corpses, and some only had soft beds and warm beds.
Quilt, bright lights, reflective mirrors.
"Little sister..."
Xia Yuan suddenly fell into a trance when he saw his sister standing in front of him.
The younger sister pouted and said with a look of disgust: "Brother, it's already eleven o'clock and you're still sleeping. It's time to have lunch."
She is holding a white porcelain bowl in her left hand, which contains a bowl of fragrant rice. She is holding a plate in her right hand, with a piece of braised pig's trotters on it, some fried small fish and crispy meat, and some cold lotus roots.
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Seeing that the elder brother's eyes were a little dull, the younger sister said: "Brother, you are still sleepy, get up quickly, I turned on the heating in your room, take a rest, and you need to eat."
Putting the food on the bedside table, the little girl jumped away and gently closed the door before leaving.
Gulu gulu... There was a feeling of hunger in his stomach, like someone who hadn't eaten for several days. When he smelled the tempting aroma of rice, Xia Yuan didn't even wear clothes, he picked up the rice naked and took a big gulp.
He started eating, took a few mouthfuls of rice, reached out and grabbed the pig's trotters, and started to chew them.
As he gnawed, tears burst out of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth. The tears were bitter and bitter.
His heart was throbbing, so he put down the pig's trotters, lay on the bed and cried bitterly under the quilt.
Scenes from Shangganling flashed in my mind.
He is back, but those who sacrificed their lives will remain on the land of Shangganling forever.
Maybe he was tired from crying or maybe he was hungry. Xia Yuan ate all the rice and a plate of vegetables. After eating, he stood in front of the window in a daze. This was the first time that he did not feel the joy of returning. It was also the first time that he did not feel the joy of returning.
I feel that the world in front of me is so strange.
The sound of gunfire seemed to be ringing in my ears.
Xia Yuan knew that he was out of touch with the world in front of him, so he looked out the window quietly.
The New Year atmosphere is not over yet. There are lanterns and couplets hung by the property owners on the flower beds in the community. Children in new clothes hold red envelopes in their hands to show off to the people around them. Adults are running around telling each other happy New Year. They
Handing the gift in his hand to the other person, with a happy New Year smile on his face, Xia Yuan seemed to see their new expectations for the new year.
"If they were still alive, they would be very happy to see such a scene."
Xia Yuan pursed his lips, thinking of the soldiers who died in front of him. They did not live a good life for a day, but they fought and sacrificed their young lives to be able to live a good life.
The picture in front of me and the picture in my mind are intertwined.
The scene of the soldiers encouraging each other and cheering each other on in the tunnel still echoed in my mind. Their dark, mud-stained faces were filled with hope for the future. Gradually, the scene finally settled on the scene in front of them.
A world of happiness and contentment.
"This is the world they expect, but it is the world we despise."
Xia Yuan remembered a sentence he accidentally saw one day.
'If you think your motherland is not good, go and build it. If you think the government is not good, go take the civil service examination and become an official. If you think the people have no quality, start from you to become a high-quality citizen.
If you feel that your compatriots are ignorant, start by learning from yourself and changing the people around you, instead of just scolding, complaining, and running away.
'The place where you stand is your China; as you are, China will be like; as you are, China will be; if you are bright, China will not be dark.'
Xia Yuan murmured: "This is the world they exchanged for their lives. Even though there are many bad things, it is the world they dream of, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives for it and work hard to build it."
He has experienced it, so he understands the reason for the pain in his heart.
After sitting in front of the window for a long time, Xia Yuan regained his composure.
However, he did not check the system's receipt, but decided to put this matter aside. After washing the dishes, he took his little sister to the supermarket to buy some spirits, chicken, duck, and fish, as well as good Chinese
cigarette.
The younger sister asked him: "Brother, don't you not drink?"
Xia Yuan drove the car and said, "It's not for me to drink."
He looked at the road ahead and the horizon in the distance, as if saying to himself or to them, but he was saying to his little sister: "This is for them to drink. They have never eaten these things.
Today is the New Year, let them have a taste, this is the world they exchanged for their lives, we should do something."
The younger sister nodded in understanding, not quite understanding what her brother was saying.
Xia Yuan called his parents and said he was taking his little sister out for two days. His parents agreed and asked him to take good care of his little sister.
Xia Yuan put down the phone and drove the car onto the highway.
They drove until evening, got off the highway, and found a hotel in Shenyang, Liaoyang, Ningxia to stay temporarily. The next day, Xia Yuan bought some chrysanthemums at a flower shop and filled the entire trunk and back seat. He spent a lot of money.
money, but Xia Yuan felt that the money was well spent.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Martyrs Cemetery in Liaoshen seemed a bit cold at the beginning of the year. There was not a single person in sight, but it looked very solemn. The flower beds on both sides were neatly repaired, the roads were wide, and there were many stone tablets.
On the top of the hill, in the square in the middle, is a huge stone monument.
Xia Yuan gave the chrysanthemums to his younger sister and said, "Ningning, go and give these chrysanthemums to your grandfathers."
The younger sister looked at Xia Yuan with a puzzled look.
Xia Yuan squatted on the ground, separated the chrysanthemums one by one, placed a chrysanthemum in front of a stone tablet, and said: "Under these stone tablets, there is a hero buried. You can call them grandpa."
The little girl nodded in understanding, jumped up and down holding the chrysanthemum, and placed a chrysanthemum in front of each stone tablet.
Chrysanthemums represent remembrance.
Looking at his little sister's back, Xia Yuan stood up, opened the cigarette he was carrying, put one in front of their tombs, and poured some wine on the ground. The stone monuments standing in front of him were all on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea.
The fallen heroes.
Xia Yuan looked at the stone tablets in front of him and felt very unhappy.
Ordinary people may not understand the cruelty of the Patriotic War, but he experienced it, so he understands.
Bitter, too bitter.
It is precisely because they have endured hardship that the next generation will suffer less.
"Once we finish fighting the war, the next generation won't have to fight anymore."
"For the motherland! For victory!"
"The motherland is behind us, how can we retreat!"
"Have you seen the homeland of the North Korean people? Do you also want our motherland to become like this?"
"Even if we die, we will push the enemy back!"
"Even if we die, we will still use our bodies to hold back the enemy's progress!"
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There are not many people in the Martyrs Cemetery. It looks a little desolate, but you can't feel the atmosphere of desolation. There is a huge stone tablet in the square, which reads, "The heroes who resisted U.S. aggression and aid Korea will live forever." There are some beautiful garlands underneath, and with the breeze
And swing.
Xia Yuan put the things he bought under the stone monument, looked at the stone monument in front of him, and said, "You sacrificed your life, but I survived. Don't worry, I will carry your faith and continue to move forward."
Although they come from different eras, Xia Yuan's soul has remained in Shangganling. The more brutal the battle, the more it can inspire people's fighting spirit. The more full of faith, the stronger the fighting will of the soldiers. He was in Changjin Lake
From ignorance to becoming a veteran, he found his own faith and his own soul on Shangganling.
To him, he is not a hero, he is just an ordinary person who cheated. Those who sacrificed their lives are heroes. They are ordinary people, but they did things that even gods cannot do.
When I took my little sister to visit the cemetery, I met an old man who was over 100 years old. His hair was gray, his figure was stooped, his clothes were shabby, and he was carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He had just celebrated the New Year, and he staggered into the cemetery.
, came to a stop in front of the huge stone monument, looked up at the stone monument.
His figure was no longer so straight, and he seemed to be trying hard to support his body. The burden of life and the years had bent his back. He raised his head and put the cloth pocket on the ground, squatted down and took out the cloth pocket.
Give out portions of food.
The old man saw the chrysanthemums, wine, cigarettes and various meats placed under the stone monument. He raised his head and looked around, and found Xia Yuan and Xia Xiaomei not far away. He took out the food from his pocket and placed it under the stone monument.
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Xia Yuan noticed the old man. He glanced at it from time to time and found that the old man's clothes were shabby. It was obviously winter. He was still wearing yellow Jiefang shoes. The food he took out was braised pork belly. It was clear that his life was difficult, but
Bring the best pork belly here.
Xia Yuan looked at him and let the little sister play by herself. He walked up and asked: "Old man, you took out such good meat, don't you want to eat it yourself?"
The old man looked at Xia Yuan, smiled and said, "Eat, why not."
He withdrew his gaze from Xia Yuan, looked at the huge stone tablet in front of him, and said: "But I know that I can eat meat because of the sacrifices of these people. Without the sacrifices of these people, how could we eat meat?
So I kept the best meat so that they could have a meal during the Chinese New Year.”
The old man glanced at Xia Yuan and said, "When they sacrificed, some of them were younger than you, and they might not even know the taste of pork belly."
Xia Yuan looked at the stone tablet in front of him. Immortality was so dazzling in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Yes, many of them were only in their early twenties when they died."
His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, the same as when he was looking at the sunset on Shangganling Mountains, but they turned firm again.
The old man felt that the young man in front of him was very strange. He had an indescribable feeling. The vague aura coming out of him was accompanied by a sharp murderous aura, which was that he had crawled out from the pile of dead people.
This feeling can only be felt by the old man from the soldiers on the front line in the army.
But looking at the young man in front of me, he looks to be in his early twenties, and I wonder why he has such a temperament.
The old man looked at the things under the stone tablet and asked, "Did you buy all these things?"
Xia Yuan nodded and said: "We have lived a happy life, but they haven't. It's Chinese New Year, so bring them some delicious food."
The old man looked at the unattended Martyrs Cemetery and said, "You are determined. There are not many young people like you left."
Xia Yuan smiled, "In every generation, there will be a group of people who work hard for our motherland. There will be no shortage of such people, and there will only be more and more of them."
The old man nodded, looked at the wine on the ground, and said: "Young man, you are very suitable for me. Sit down and drink some. I just happened to bring a lot of meat."
Xia Yuan scratched his head and said, "I'm still driving the car."
"It's okay. If you leave the car here, who dares to steal it?"
The old man blew his beard and glared, found a step and sat down, picked up a bottle of spirits on the ground, and muttered: "Old guys, the descendants are very good. I have brought you something, so I won't be polite to you.
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He opened the wine, then picked up a braised chicken next to him and shouted: "Young man, come over and eat."
Xia Yuan glanced at his little sister, motioned her to play in the cemetery, and sat next to the old man.
"Don't dislike the old man."
"Won't."
Xia Yuan could feel the same temperament from him as his own.
After sitting down, he also brought over a bottle of wine. The two of them didn't mind being dirty. They sat on the floor, eating braised chicken and drinking wine. The sun shone on the old and the young, as if it was a collision of fate.
Behind him, there are stone tablets with names written on each stone tablet. A little girl passed between the stone tablets, holding a chrysanthemum with a bright smile on her face.
Although it is a deserted martyrs cemetery, it seems to be lively at this moment.
I could vaguely hear talking and laughing, and there was joy in the voice.
When the little sister got tired from playing, she sat next to an old man and a young man. Xia Yuan pulled a chicken leg for the little sister and let her eat it. After a while, she took a mouthful of oil. The old man wiped her mouth very considerately.
He looked at his little sister with doting eyes.
Two bottles of wine and a chicken were quickly consumed by the two of them. Xia Yuan was so drunk that he lay down on the ground, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and heard the old man's voice in his ears.
"What's your name?"
"Xia Yuan."
Xia Yuan replied, paused, and then asked the old man: "Where are you."