Chapter seven hundred and fifty seventh recognition
He Zhenzhong and Shen Ge came to the house, and through the gap in the window, they saw the old man sitting in front of the kitchen stove, burning firewood, black smoke rising, and a pool of clear water boiling in the iron pot of the earthen stove. Baidu search
Today's dinner is noodles.
He Zhenzhong nodded to Shen Ge and motioned for her to leave.
The two of them quietly left the dilapidated courtyard house and returned to the ancient streets. They couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then they felt that the depression in their hearts slowly disappeared.
"Chief, why doesn't the country care about this kind of thing?" Shen Ge's eyes were still a little red and swollen, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
He Zhenzhong sighed and whispered: "In the past, we couldn't control him because he was a member of the National Revolutionary Army. Now the country has taken control of it. Didn't you see those veteran phalanxes during the military parade at the front? They are all veterans, regardless of distinction. partisan."
After a pause, he sighed and said: "Now, there are probably more than 20,000 surviving veterans, with the average age being over ninety years old, and this number is shrinking every moment."
"Then we should cherish them more and not let them pass away like this."
"The country is also working hard, but too much time has passed, and many such veterans have long lost contact." He Zhenzhong sighed again, "Let's go, go first