"No, you will tell the truth." Aunt Zhao accepted Uncle Zhao's compliment without any politeness.
Looking at that proud look, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but curl his lips, but he didn't dare to say anything more.
Being made such a fuss by the old couple, the sadness in Mr. Sun's eyes was also washed away a lot.
At this time, Zhang Yu also came over to comfort him: "Mr. Sun, don't frighten yourself by thinking wildly. You are in good health. Not to mention the spring of next year, even the spring of twenty years later, you will definitely be able to see
get."
Seeing Zhang Yu speak out, several adults smiled directly and asked Mr. Sun: "Don't you want to see what the children Xiaoyu and his family will have look like?"
Think about it, why don’t you think about it?
But Mr. Sun also knows his physical condition. His ability to live such a long life is mostly due to the good physical foundation provided by his wealthy life in his early years.
But no matter how good his foundation was, it could not stop the years of hard work, not to mention the loss of his wife and children one after another, which further damaged his vitality.
It was beyond imagination that he could live to this age.
Who knows how much longer you can live?
The number of times I see my children is less than once.
Thinking of this, Mr. Sun pursed his lips and refused to let go.
Seeing Mr. Sun like this, everyone also fell silent.
They all hope that Mr. Sun can live a long life, and they have been comforting Mr. Sun. However, even so, they also know that Mr. Sun is really not young. There is something suddenly wrong with a man of this age.
The situation is really hard to say.
Faced with Mr. Sun's stubbornness, everyone could only reluctantly agree to let him go.
Although several people wanted to follow him, Mr. Sun was not happy to have so many people around him. After admonishing him again and again, he reluctantly agreed to let Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng follow him.
Everyone was worried, but despite the fact that the old man was usually easy to talk to, and he was even more persuasive to juniors like Zhang Yu, but once he really made up his mind, few people could stop him.
The few people had no choice but to take advantage of the good weather and find a car with the help of Zhao Wenzhuo. The group of people felt a little relieved after watching him get into the car.
Before setting off, Mr. Sun began to check the contents of his bag over and over again. This was his son's favorite, this was what his daughter wanted, this was what he thought was delicious and he wanted his children to try it too...
After Mr. Sun checked over and over again, they finally arrived at their destination.
The car stopped not far from the cemetery. Zhang Yu helped Mr. Sun down and walked deeper step by step.
Mr. Sun was old and lacked physical strength. He started to feel out of breath when he reached a third of the way. Zhang Yu and Zhao Feng wanted to carry Mr. Sun on their backs.
Mr. Sun shook his head and rejected the two children's kindness.
He wanted to go there, wanted to go there himself.
Seeing his thoughts, Zhang Yu could only help him walk slowly.
Take a few steps and take a break.
Walking into the cemetery, Zhang Yu suddenly felt at ease.
Although it also represents death, it is the only place where people do not feel the chill of death.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered what many people said on the Internet in later generations.
They say that they are afraid of death and graves, and they subconsciously stay away from anything that symbolizes death, but they are not afraid only of the Martyrs Cemetery.
The Martyrs Cemetery will give every Chinese person a sense of security, as if they have a backer behind them, as if even if they encounter monsters and monsters, they can still be protected by their ancestors, just like children.
, like being protected by parents.
That feeling of peace of mind is indescribable, but it is always there.
In the two years since his rebirth, Zhang Yu has forgotten many things, but some things are still fresh in his memory.
For example, he once saw a question and answer asked by someone on a later website - there is a martyrs cemetery very close to a certain community, would you still buy this community?
He remembers that one netizen replied: "Of course I will buy it. I'm not afraid of this. I rented a house before. From my house, I can see the words "Long Live the Martyrs who died in those years" in big red letters. On the hillside behind the words are
Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I can also see them at home. I just measured it on the map on my mobile phone. The place where I lived back then was only about 450 meters away from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
The place was very lively, with people singing, dancing, and playing music in the square at the entrance. There were people flying kites and skateboards in the memorial square inside, and there were many people running and walking at night.
Martyrs Cemetery, why am I taboo about this? They paid for it with their lives. Isn’t this the scene they want to see?
Just if I met Sadako and these other Ayaos at night, I might be so frightened that I ran away.
But if you encounter... you might even file a complaint with them. Grandpa, there was Sadako who scared me just now!
What are you afraid of in this place?"
Walking while reminiscing.
When he reached a tombstone, Mr. Sun stopped.
The tombstones in front of him were all buried with his relatives. Several of his children died almost at the same time. He couldn't bear the blow and collapsed at that time.
In order to calm his mind, several friends sent an application on his behalf to bury his children in the same cemetery.
Looking at the photos of his children on the tombstone, Mr. Sun had a flash of light in the corner of his eyes.
He gently touched the photos of his children on the tombstone, his face full of nostalgia and sadness.
Mr. Sun wiped the tears on his face and said in a low voice: "Daughter, son, dad is here to see you. How are you doing there?
Dad is doing very well now, don't worry about me.
My neighbors also take good care of me, and I can’t spend all the subsidies the state gives me every month. You don’t have to worry about me down there.
If you are in need, tell your father a dream so that he can bring it to you..."
Mr. Sun's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he choked and said: "I am already this age now, and I don't know how many times I can come to see you again. You should also be well down there. If you can be reincarnated, go there as soon as possible.
reincarnation.
You can also take a good look at whether this day is what you imagined?"
Zhang Yu turned his back silently and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Looking at the young faces one after another on the tombstones, looking at the tombstones that didn't even have names, no dates of birth, and only sacrificed time, Zhang Yu fell silent.
For the sake of this country, how many people will never be able to see the sun rise again.
They carried the country through the darkness before dawn and marched towards dawn, but they themselves fell before dawn forever.
Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, these words are not just words.
