Chapter 127: The Bloody Past - The Madman's Parents
When I packed my things and walked out of school, my father and the woman came to pick me up and help me get my things. In fact, it was mainly that person, and my father just followed behind.
I put my schoolbag on my back and said, "I can carry it myself, it won't be heavy."
After saying that, I subconsciously pushed the woman's hand away.
Although I began to accept the fact that that woman was my mother, I still couldn't change my attitude towards her immediately.
The father's face gradually darkened, but the woman smiled and said, "Tiancheng, you drive, Xiaofeng and I will sit in the back and chat for a while."
I knew my father might be angry, so I didn't say anything and hid in the car first, while the woman followed me and got into the back seat of the car.
On the way back to Yuhua Town, the woman still kept looking for topics to talk to me, and I answered her every sentence.
After I left Xingzhou, I looked at the woman next to me and couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Are you really my mother?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded several times and said, "Well, Xiaofeng, I am really your mother."
I asked again: "Then where have you been all these years? And why did you leave me and my dad? How did you say you met my dad?"
My father drove in front and said nothing because this was the first time I took the initiative to ask this woman a question. My asking this meant that I had begun to accept this woman, so my father did not say anything.
The woman smiled bitterly, then sighed and said, "Xiao Feng, you have grown up now. I will tell you some things about my father and me."
I nodded and motioned for the woman to continue.
She reached for my hand before she could speak, but I just put my hand in my pocket without giving her a chance.
She took back her hand, smiled and said, "Your father once served as a soldier, did you know?"
I nodded, of course I knew this, otherwise my quilt wouldn’t be folded into a tofu shape every day!
Seeing me nodding, she continued: "Your father and I met when the army was on a mission. We were both soldiers in Tibetan areas. Your father was a soldier carrying a gun, and I was a medical soldier. I remember it was a year
In the winter, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, more than ten soldiers from our medical class received orders to go to several outposts on the plateau to conduct physical examinations for the soldiers. Since it started snowing halfway, the roads were closed and we had to abandon our cars.
Go on foot to the next sentry point."
This woman's voice was very warm and soft. Although the story was very plain, I didn't feel bored. I listened attentively.
Her expression changed and she began to feel a little unnatural as she said: "There is no transportation, and most of our medical classes are female soldiers, so the moving speed is very slow, and we cannot complete the task according to the orders above. So we
In front of everyone, a deputy squad leader who was familiar with Tibetan roads suggested that we take a detour. She said that the trail could shorten at least one day, but it would pass through several black gold mines. The owners of black gold mines in Tibetan areas are generally rich, especially in Tibetan areas.
In our era, it was not surprising that they had a small armed force of more than ten people. So when our deputy squad leader put forward this suggestion, he quickly encountered a lot of opposition."
Mr. De once told me the story of black gold in Tibetan areas. The owners of black gold are all ruthless and ruthless. Almost everyone has a few lives in their hands. The transportation in Tibetan areas is backward and the people are so sparse that they almost rely on the police to maintain law and order.
When this is not possible, the People's Liberation Army directly sets up sentry posts to help the local area maintain law and order.
And those arrogant black gold owners frequently attacked the PLA's outposts, and even killed all the people in a PLA sentry post. The People's Liberation Army also wiped out several big black gold owners every year, but the gold mine business was too tempting.
Once a few people were wiped out, new black gold masters would immediately intervene. Therefore, the black gold riots in the Tibetan areas at that time were a huge headache for the officers and soldiers stationed there.
So when that woman said that a squad of medical soldiers wanted to take a detour through the black gold mine, I couldn't help but feel nervous.
The woman slowed down for a moment and continued: "Although there are many people's objections, our squad leader and deputy squad leader are very radical. They say that the military orders are like mountains, and they also say that those black gold masters are just paper tigers and are fragile in front of the red power.
It was unbearable, and we would be protected by a squad of armed soldiers, so we entered the so-called trail."
According to what this woman said, they were soldiers in the 1980s. I heard that that was when black gold owners were at their most rampant, and they actually entered the black gold mining area?
I gradually became fascinated by this story.
The woman continued: "The mountain roads in Tibetan areas are difficult to walk, and there are still many places where communication equipment cannot be covered. Our communication was naturally even more backward at that time, so we did not get in touch with our superiors when we detoured through the Black Gold District."
"We actually couldn't distinguish the so-called path because it was covered with heavy snow. We just relied on the memory of the deputy squad leader to explore forward. After walking for more than a day, we discovered a very serious problem.
, that is, we got lost, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the most important thing is that we took this road to rush for time, so we missed the next supply point at the sentry point, and the supplies we had with us were not very sufficient."
I knew I was attracted to this story because it was a story about life and death, and the beautiful woman in front of me, who was probably my mother, I never imagined that she would have experienced such a thing.
She reached out and pulled my arm again, but I didn't refuse.
She breathed a sigh of relief before continuing: "Towards evening, we encountered the first accident after getting lost. We found a few Tibetans wandering around a few hundred meters away from us. We originally thought they
There is hope, because the fellow villagers in Tibetan areas are very enthusiastic about us medical soldiers. I think they may be able to get us out of this predicament. Before the soldiers guarding us came forward to ask, our deputy squad leader excitedly ran to find a few people to ask.
The soldiers who were guarding us didn't stop us. Halfway through, the deputy squad leader heard a gunshot, and then she fell in the snow! We were all shocked at the time, and the experienced soldiers immediately let us go.
They all climbed down, and he told us that what we encountered might not be ordinary Tibetan people, but the armed forces of the black gold masters."
"A few soldiers protecting us were engaged in a gunfight with those few while trying to save our deputy squad leader. It took about ten minutes for the other party to kill one person before the rest escaped."
"The deputy squad leader was hit in the chest, and the bullet penetrated the lungs. Her blood had frozen into ice on her clothes. We rescued her, but it was freezing cold at the time, and we didn't have any surgical equipment.
Equipment, so, so that night we watched the deputy squad leader die like that..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but take a breath and asked: "What happened next?"
The woman patted me on the shoulder and said: "Then? Then we encountered the most terrifying thing in my life. In the middle of the night, we were all freezing and dazed. Several soldiers with altitude sickness, plus
We had already fainted in the cold winter, and the situation was very critical. But at this time, the people who attacked us in the evening came back again. This time there were more of them, more than thirty people, and they were all equipped with guns. However,
Fortunately, the soldiers on guard duty that night were alert and prevented those people from sneaking up on us. Of course, a gun battle was unavoidable."
"I was very scared at the time. I crawled motionless in the snow. The gun battle was fierce. It lasted for about 20 minutes before the gunfire gradually became quieter. I had the courage to crawl to a soldier and asked him how he was doing.
He told me that two people on the other side were killed and a few injured, so they dared to rush this way for the time being, while only his arm was injured on our side, and the others were not seriously injured."
At this point, my father interrupted and said, "That wounded soldier is me."
The woman nodded and said, "Well, that was the first time I officially talked to your father. He was relatively dull at that time, and he was the one who talked the least to our medical class among the several soldiers."
The woman continued: "I bandaged your father, and then he asked the other two soldiers to take our medical team to leave first, while he and a few other soldiers stayed behind. He said that sooner or later, if we stay here, we will be killed by those
The Black Gold Lord's armed forces have been killed. Whether we can escape depends on God's will and whether our superiors will send out a rescue team in time after losing contact with us."
"At that time, we were all very united, and no one wanted to leave anyone behind, so we all refused to leave. But your father actually forced us to leave with a gun, and even fired several empty shots into the snow to scare us. Although he
He was very fierce at that time, but that image moved me deeply. I asked him his name, and he told me that his name was Yi Tiancheng."
"We were led by two soldiers to continue walking north. We were lucky enough to find the highway after half a day. More than two hours later, the troops sent by our superiors to rescue us also arrived. There were a full
Platoon, so we went back to rescue your father and the others. When we arrived at the place where we dispersed, your father was no longer there. There was blood all over the place. We didn’t see our bodies, nor the other party’s.
Corpses. We searched along their footprints and bloodstains, and after walking for several kilometers, we finally found the bodies of your father and several other soldiers! And my father was also seriously injured and was dying."
The woman who said this paused for a moment and continued: "Later, we were escorted by a large army to the hospital in the Tibetan area. I applied to take care of your father there and was approved by the organization. However, because your father was seriously injured, even if
After he was cured, he could no longer stay in the army, so your father went straight back to his hometown after he recovered from his injury. At that time, I already had a relationship with your father, so I applied for reinstatement and went back with him.
Xingzhou.”
"Then we got married and gave birth to you a year later. But at this time, an accident changed the fate of our family of three again." The woman couldn't help but slowly closed her eyes as she said this.
I asked what happened.
The father sighed and said: "Something happened to me. Your mother is the son of a cadre, so her father is my father-in-law. Your grandfather did not agree with my being with your mother, so he used the method of severing the relationship between father and daughter."
I want to threaten your mother to divorce me because of my connections. Your mother is the only daughter in the family and cannot leave your grandfather alone, so she has no choice but to go back to her hometown in the south."
I asked my father, what happened?
My father shook his head and said, "I don't want to mention that matter anymore. If you want to know, just go back and ask Uncle De. Uncle De helped me settle the matter. He also knows the cause and effect of the matter very well."
I wanted to ask the woman next to me, but when the words came to my lips, I couldn't ask, because I could feel that she didn't want to mention this story that separated her from my father for more than ten years.