Volume Six [Tigers Are Strong Even When They Go to Sea] NO.194 The Romance of a Veteran
no.194 The romance of veterans, my motherland (first update)
In the winter, the weather was extremely cold. The veterans in the capital gathered again. They had just died on the Yangtze River and arrived in the north. Zhang Sanxian felt that his life was not bad. He folded his hands and huddled on the sofa, surrounded by people.
Among a group of reporters interviewing veterans, he was the only one who closed his eyes and rested. Next to him sat a child, a kid from the Zhang family compound, named Zhang Heng. He had fooled Qin Chao and called CCTV
He was the one who said there was a flying saucer.
"Grandpa San, when will we go back?"
"Why are you so anxious? We have to go to the Yalu River to open your eyes."
The old man closed his eyes. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary old man. It was as if the human spirit had been drained out.
Is the corpse still alive?
I also have this day where I feel so lazy that I don’t want to move.
The old man thought this way, closing his eyes, it seemed as if he had returned to a war in the sky, with bullets and explosives flying instead of the endless fireworks and flowers outside.
The reporters over there were interviewing the veterans. A group of old men were about to speak, but suddenly remembered something and ran towards Zhang Sanxian.
A group of people were all wearing military uniforms, and the medals on their chests were really dazzling.
A group of people, veterans.
The 335th Regiment of the 112nd Division of the 39th Army.
"Zhang Huhu has reporters. Tell me, I can't handle it."
"What the fuck, your mother, I have to sit down for a while, get out of here." Zhang Sanxian rolled his eyes at the old man who came over, and peeled an orange by himself, completely ignoring the people around him. The first few people in front were wearing tailored clothes.
The old man in decent clothes glanced here with complicated eyes, but said nothing.
Zhang Laosan and his group formed a circle, and that group formed another circle.
"**, those *bastards are here too."
The old man sat over all at once, and a group of old men with good temperament and good conversation started talking to the reporters. They looked really stylish.
Zhang Laosan glanced at it and snorted: "Will you die if you close your mouth?"
"Okay, okay, I talk too much, I talk too much, I am a villain and you are a saint, isn't that okay?"
This old man also came over and took an orange, and even started peeling it. He was a man of seventy or eighty years old, but he had a strange decisiveness.
A young reporter took a photo here. He seemed to think that these two old men were different from those elsewhere, so he came over and asked in a low voice: "Two old heroes, let's... chat?"
"There are many people over there, why don't you go?"
The old man next to him threw a juicy orange slice into his mouth and asked.
Zhang Laosan and his little boy Zhang Heng were playing backgammon there, leaning against a table. This large auditorium really allowed them to have fun.
"I don't like to get together."
The reporter said with a smile.
Zhang Laosan raised his head and glanced at him: "What's there to talk about? People over there can talk. You might be able to interview one or two big shots."
The old man next to him sneered: "You idiot, you can still speak straight words."
Zhang Laosan glared at him.
After a while, an officer came over and sat next to him. He poured a cup of tea for the old man and another cup for Zhang Sanxian.
"Dad, master, do you two want to rest for a while? There is a rest room over there."
"Need not"
The two old men said in unison.
"Hello, Uncle Marine."
When Zhang Heng was in high school, Xu Haibing accompanied him to register once, so they got to know each other.
It turned out that the person sitting next to Zhang Sanxian was Xu Haibing's father, Xu Guoqiang, formerly known as Xu Yuanchao, and originally named Xu Genshui, nicknamed Niudan. He was Zhang Sanxian's good brother through life and death. Before Xu Haibing joined the army, he practiced martial arts with Zhang Sanxian. The relationship between the two families
It's not that good. Originally, Xu Guoqiang had a daughter, but he wanted to marry Zhang Sanxian's son if he couldn't guarantee it. As a result, Zhang Mingtang, Zhang Yao's ancestor, had a wife. He had a little son who had some hope, but he died in Vietnam, so this matter became
After thinking about it, in the end, the two families did not get married.
However, Xu Haibing's sudden return home still made Xu Guoqiang feel strange, and he dismissed it as unclear.
Only Zhang Sanxian felt something, but when Xu Haibing was about to say it, Zhang Sanxian didn't let him say it. He wanted to live in peace for a year or two. He didn't care what his descendants did, and he didn't want to know. He would talk about the future in the future.
Zhang Sanxian seemed to feel bored and took a book from his side, Zuo Zhuan. After thinking about it for a while, he seemed to feel dissatisfied, so he threw it away again and took out a book called "Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea."
After flipping through it for a while, Zhang Sanxian was suddenly refreshed by the black and white picture on the title page. He felt that this scene was too real and too close...
This book is very, very old. It still has vertical text layout. There are many traditional Chinese characters in it, which looks very difficult. However, in the last blank space of this old book, right on the back, there is a row of black pen words.
, strong and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper. On it is a sentence:
"How long should we fight? I don't think we should make the decision. In the past, it was Truman, in the future it will be Eisenhower, or any future president of the United States. It is up to them to decide. That is to say, they can fight as long as they want, until we fight.
Complete victory."
After stroking it with his fingers, the reporter caught a glimpse and was slightly surprised. Then he became even more curious about who this old man was.
Xu Guoqiang chuckled and drank a cup of tea. He was obviously not dressed as well as the other old men around him. In fact, you could tell that his life was just average.
Zhang Juncai and a few old guys who were wandering around in front of him scanned it, smacked their lips, and said unhappily: "What a bastard. What a bad luck. I bumped into those bastards in the toilet. What a shame."
Yes, if you’re not happy, please give me a glass of water.”
He spoke Shazhou dialect, and Xu Haibing understood it, smiled, and honestly poured him a glass of water.
The reporter next to him saw it and was stunned for a moment. He always felt that these old men were different from others. They didn't need to hide their tough aura, and it was immediately felt.
The aura is very strong.
But it can be seen that the center of this crowd is Zhang Sanxian.
He carefully studied the old man. He had a strong body, thick knuckles, and rough skin. It was obvious that he was an old man who worked a lot. His eyes were sharp, his brows were like chops with knives and axes, and his hair was covered with hair.
It's thick and gray, but it's neatly combed.
The kid next to him, Zhang Heng, was also silent. He was not as lively and familiar as the other young people around him, and was a bit calm, which made people feel strange.
Anyway, these old and young ones are refreshing.
The reporter found a seat and sat down. There were rows of seats here.
"Old heroes, let's talk about the past. Anyway, we are just sitting here. Let's talk casually."
The reporter had a nice smile and seemed very friendly.
Zhang Sanxian couldn't help but keep showing off, so he asked angrily: "What do you want to know?"
Xu Guoqiang and Zhang Juncai also chatted. They didn't move around often. As they got older, they became more and more nostalgic. Unlike others who still brought their wives and children out to show off. These old guys seemed a bit quiet and out of tune with other places.
However, it seems that most of the old guys are relatively low-key and stable here. There are only a few of them, and their behavior is completely different from that of the veterans.
"Let's talk about why you went to North Korea in the first place."
The reporter thought for a while and asked a question.
Zhang Laosan pursed his lips at Xu Guoqiang, and Xu Guoqiang said blankly: "Why are you asking me to be a mountain cannon again?"
"If you don't do this, why don't you let the third child do it? If he farts, he will do it."
Zhang Juncai rolled his eyes at him, peeled an orange, and then praised: "Damn it, these oranges are also delicious in the imperial city? I have never eaten a few decent sweet oranges at home."
The reporter found it interesting and took several photos in succession.
It's not like the photos taken in the studio, they are very comfortable and casual photos, there are no comments, it's just that simple.
"Okay, let's talk about it."
Xu Guoqiang was peeling oranges in his hands. He was in his seventies and eighty years old. When he spoke, he was not as fast as when he was young. His mind was not as fast as Zhang Sanxian and others. After thinking for a while, he suddenly stopped smiling.
The reporter could feel that in just an instant, he changed from a smile to a solemn and extremely serious look. He could even see a wonderful and very subtle spirit in those cloudy eyes, maybe...
This is a strange spirit.
"At that time, we had just founded the People's Republic of China, and New China was very young. We were waiting for things to be done, so we concentrated on development..."
The reporter was shocked when Xu Guoqiang, who had little education, suddenly came up with these eight words. He felt that he might have interviewed the right person. These old men with plain appearance and plain clothes... maybe they really had a different story.
He did not urge Xu Guoqiang to speak. The old man's eyes seemed to be looking at something, far away, and his voice was not pleasant, it was hoarse, but it had the weight of vicissitudes of life.
Is this history?
It instantly makes people feel solemn.
Unknowingly, Zhang Laosan stroked his book over and over again, and found on the last page. Several old men in the Zhang family courtyard were sitting together in a group, very regular, Zhang
The three old people were sitting in the center, surrounded by people. This layout, or in other words, this position, was like this decades ago.
In caves, tunnels, air raid shelters, that's it.
A group of people hold steel guns in one hand and millet in the other. If it is hot millet, it is the best delicacy, but they are reluctant to part with it.
"We want to develop, but the Americans won't let us. What should we do if we don't let them..."
Having said this, Xu Guoqiang actually patted his thigh, and several old men laughed, and then gathered around a few more old men who were being supported. They may have sat down tremblingly, or they may have stood with solemn expressions.
It's a very strange or magical thing.
With the hoarse and heavy tone, there are always people who stop in solemn silence.
"We need to develop production at home, but outsiders are going to come in. What should we do if we don't allow production?" I thought, since we don't allow production, we must fight. When I thought about it, ** said, fight. We didn't know many words at that time.
Just think about it, do it, then do it..."
Xu Guoqiang rubbed his thigh, and Zhang Laosan laughed. Several old men grinned stupidly, and some old men with trembling hands also laughed. Their children were all shocked, sitting in wheelchairs.
, he was also refreshed and his eyes became moist.
"That's what we did. We went to North Korea. At that time, we didn't even know what North Korea was or where it was. I didn't know."
When he said this, he laughed even more.
Even the reporter himself laughed. He placed the recorder slightly on the table. There were more and more old men around, as if they were watching the fun. It was very interesting.
"The Americans, airplanes, cannons, tanks... what a naughty guy, their bullets are free of charge."
He waved his hands with an envious expression, and the old men around him suddenly became solemn.
The atmosphere and mood changed very quickly with the tone of voice. The old men around him seemed to be in a heart-to-heart relationship. They could feel this. Just one sentence and one expression.
"But who are we? Who is afraid of whom? We are rare with bullets, but we have no use for them. But do you know what we are more precious with?"
Xu Guoqiang nodded towards the reporter and asked proudly.
"What is it?"
the reporter asked quietly.
Xu Guoqiang chuckled: "Canned beef. It's an American canned beef. It's so big, and without a driver, I'll just stab him in the eye. Save it, you can eat it for two weeks."
He raised his broken index and middle fingers and made a gesture.
The old man never mentioned the battle, and the reporter didn't ask. There was a tacit understanding.
It was rare for Zhang Juncai to feel calm at this time. He threw away the orange in his hand and fumbled in his pocket. Suddenly someone handed him a pack of cigarettes. The cigarette had no filter and it looked like he had rolled it himself.
Zhang Juncai looked up and saw a strange old man, but he was also a soldier and a veteran.
"Let's have one too, have one."
Seeing the smoke over there, Xu Guoqiang actually stopped talking and asked for cigarettes over there.
"This is so stupid..."
A group of old men cursed.
However, in this scene, they were actually smoking each other.
"Is there any fire?"
I don’t know who asked first.
"When I walked in, I was told that I wasn't allowed to take it with me, so I left it at the door."
"Damn it, I also threw it at the door."
"Me too."
"Damn it, why don't you smoke your balls if you don't have the fire?"
"Just smack your lips and enjoy yourself."
A group of old men were talking to each other like this, so they just held their cigarettes in their mouths and did not smoke.
But what makes those young people strange is that they are not allowed to bring fire at the door? Only the old men themselves kept all the matches and lighters in their pockets, and no one took them out, just holding them in their mouths.
Unburnt smoke, a very strange scene.
"You all like to smoke?"
the reporter suddenly asked.
"One class, one cigarette, one lap."
Xu Guoqiang made a gesture and made a big circle.
"I can't bear to do it." He emphasized this sentence again. As soon as he said this, the old men around him laughed, which always made people feel sad.
The reporter held back tears and forced a smile: "Shall I take a picture of you?"
So, a group of old men in Tuantuaner, under the camera, those veterans with limited mobility stood up tremblingly, their old bodies bursting with amazing strength, holding on to the seats, their eyes were still cloudy, but they were so powerful,
A strong body and a strong gaze.
The white ice and snow, the scorched mountains, the bloody romance, the unforgettable foreign country, the customs, the memories, the bombardment, are they so exciting?
There are a few old ladies with silver hair and reading glasses, looking here, their faces of years, recounting the past youth, it is a song, it is the most romantic show in the world.
Perform...
Zhang Sanxian held the book and stroked it with his palms like a devout believer. His eyes were copied into the eyes of the other veterans as if they were copied and pasted.
Everyone was laughing because someone sang a song.
I don’t know when, those old ladies started singing that song like young girls.
Laughed.
The reporter held the camera in his hand, and he wanted to ask everyone to say "eggplant" together, but obviously, there was no need for it.
But...why are my eyes so hot, as if something is burning?
But why are my cheeks so moist, as if something is flowing?
But why does a more powerful and powerful song seem to sound in front of the camera in the mist?
The atmosphere in the auditorium changed, and more people came over. The young people looked at it. This is not a depressing mood, no.
"A big river with wide waves, the wind blows the rice flowers, and the fragrance on both sides..."
I don’t know why this song sounds so good. I don’t know why the voice is so exciting.
So, he became excited.
Even Zhang Sanxian, who was the most inarticulate and clumsy in language, sang loudly.
"...This is a beautiful motherland, where I grew up..."
The voice was powerful and powerful. The veterans in front of the camera were all dressed in weird costumes. They either had an unlit cigarette in their hands or in their ears. Their expressions were so sacred, and their eyes were full of yearning.
, making people unable to extricate themselves and admirable.
What is lit is a kind of leakage point, which burns and makes people unforgettable for a long time.
As a result, more and more people in the entire auditorium consciously joined in singing.
This song is called "My Motherland". This song is from a movie. That movie is called "Shangganling".
"... When a friend comes, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with a shotgun..."
Zhang Laosan clenched his fists tightly, and at some point, this always tough old guy's eyes became extremely red, until his eyes filled with tears, and he cried.
"...This is a powerful motherland and the place where I grew up..."
Is there a perfect shot in this world?
have.
It's this moment, it's this moment, it's this place, it's this person.
The auditorium, which was originally a little impetuous, was filled with solemn silence after this song was sung. The air was filled with a spirit. Everyone could feel it, it was so close.