"It is said that there is a kind of tacit spiritual understanding between brothers and sisters. Even if you are no longer here, your minds can still be connected. I didn't believe this at first, just like I always refused to believe in fate and refused to admit defeat.
But reality has proven to me time and time again that fate is sometimes right. A Yuan, at this moment, I want to believe that all these encounters are arranged by you, because only you...only you...are this
The person in the world who understands me best and wants to see me happy the most..."
Forgive me, okay?
forgive me...
After an unknown amount of time, Gao Lie, who had been standing quietly behind her, stepped forward to help her sit in front of the tombstone.
She felt a warmth on the top of her head, and then, with a twist of her body, she fell into a broad and solid embrace.
She didn't move, she lowered her arms and pressed her forehead against the crook of his neck, feeling the vibrations coming from the hot blood flowing in his body.
His hand slid down and gently stroked her thin back, over and over again, tirelessly using boring and single body language to express his unique concern.
This situation lasted for a while. Finally, Gong Xue broke the silence. She raised her face and looked at Gao Lie intently with a pair of black eyes as if they had been washed with water. Gao Lie seemed to understand something from her eyes.
, there was a hint of confusion in the originally calm expression...
But she didn't say anything, she just stretched out her arms, passed through his waist, and finally fixed and tied them behind him.
She hugged Gao Lie forcefully and soon separated from him. She looked at him and then at Gao Yuan in the photo. She paused for a few seconds and then said calmly: "I'll go down and wait for you."
When brothers meet, they must have a lot of intimate things to say. Only by letting go of the past events and disputes between them can they face them calmly.
Gao Lie nodded and told her to pay attention to safety.
Going down the mountain alone.
The fog at the foot of the mountain dissipated naturally. Standing on the last stone step, she turned around and looked towards the cemetery on the top of the mountain.
There, it was covered by patches of white fog, making it difficult to see the scenery above clearly...
She found a clean spot at the edge of the flower pond and sat down.
"Girl, are you done with the memorial service?" An old man with gray hair walked out of the duty room of the cemetery.
The old man is energetic and neatly dressed. He is not like ordinary janitors who come to work in this kind of place just to make a living.
She stood up and said, "Well, we have to wait a moment, there are people up there."
The old man glanced at the misty mountain top and reached for the broom placed in the corner.
"Is he your boyfriend?" the old man asked while rolling up his sleeves.
Gong Xue smiled faintly and said, "You are my lover."
The old man looked at her again, lowered his head and began to clean, "You are the same age as my granddaughter, look, you are already married, and she is still in college!" His tone was full of envy.
Gong Xue smiled, but she really didn't know how to explain her early marriage.
In fact, strictly speaking, she cannot be considered one of those who got married early, but most of today's young people are busy with studies and work, and by the time they settle down, most of them have passed the marriageable age. It is rare for people to start a family as early as her age.
Seeing that the debris on the ground had been swept into a small pile, she stepped forward to help and took what looked like a large homemade dustpan in the corner. She squatted there, waiting for the old man to sweep the garbage into the dustpan.
The old man didn't show any politeness, he swept it all over, then handed the broom to Gong Xue, and watched her neatly dump the garbage into the trash can.
The two of them were sitting in the deserted courtyard chatting.
"Girl, the person sleeping above is your lover's relative?"
"Well, there are his relatives and there are my relatives."
The old man raised his gray eyebrows and said, "Tell me, I basically know all the people here."
Gong Xue reported three names.
Then, the old man fell silent.
When he looked at Gong Xue again, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life clearly contained more content than before.
The old man smiled knowingly, "They are not ordinary people here."
Gong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at the old man with a questioning look on her face.
"I'm not exaggerating." The old man turned back and pointed at the green hills covered by the fog, "Let's just say there are 1,155 martyrs living in this martyrs' cemetery. How many of them can be remembered by their families and comrades?
?”
"People are like this. They are very good when they are alive. Once they die, they turn into a pile of loess and green grass. No one cares about it or misses them anymore. The relatives you worship are different.
During the years I have been guarding the tomb,
Their tombs are always filled with flowers and sacrifices, and people often sit in front of their tombs, chattering and staying there for most of the day. Compared with most of the empty tombs here, they are not lonely at all.
..”
Gong Xue knew that the grave sweepers mentioned by the old people must be Captain Qin and Wang Feng. It seems that after all these years, she is not the only one who misses her relatives who are buried in southern Xinjiang.
Looking at the lonely and indifferent silhouette of the old man, I thought of what the owner of the memorial shop had said about the cemetery withdrawing its staff and leaving only one tombkeeper to guard the cemetery, and I couldn't help but want to ask.
"Then... won't you feel lonely if you stay here alone?" Looking around, in the cemetery, except for rows of neat stone tablets and lush woods, there is nothing else to accompany the old man...
"I'm not lonely. With heroic souls like them accompanying me, those ghosts, gods and demons don't dare to come." The old man's eyes were fixed on the green mountains and green cypresses, and he said with emotion: "I can only stay here and be with them every day."
Talking to each other, doing something to help them, even if it’s just picking up fallen leaves in front of the tombstones, calling their names when visiting the tombs, for me, it’s peaceful and satisfying.”
Seeing the inquiry and confusion in Gong Xue's eyes, he smiled, pointed to the south and said: "I am a veteran who fought in self-defense against Vietnam. Due to injury, I cannot stand guard for my veteran comrades in Malipo.
It is my lifelong regret. A few years ago, this
The martyrs cemetery here was cancelled. After I heard about it, I applied for it. There was no reason. I just wanted to spend more time with the souls of these heroes in my lifetime, so that they could have someone to look forward to when they missed their homes, relatives, and children.
Speak from your heart."
The old man turned his head and looked at the girl whose eyes turned red instantly. He was stunned for a moment, and then comforted him and said: "Don't think too much. I'm just doing what a veteran should do. I'm insisting on being myself. Don't feel bad."
"Yes, girl, I can see that you are a good person. A good person should have a peaceful life and you will be happy. Don't worry here. I will never let them feel lonely one day."
Gong Xue, whose heart was agitated, could not even utter a single word at this moment.
It seems that any kind of flattering words seem so pretentious and pale when it comes to the lips.
Facing the old man's vicissitudes of life but still kind and open-minded smile, she was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and saluted the old man with a standard military salute!
The old man was stunned. Later, he realized that the orphan of the martyr standing in front of him was actually a soldier or a female soldier...
"Okay! Okay... Okay!" After saying "ok" three times in a row, he excitedly pointed behind Gong Xue, "Your lover is here!"