"You are Lao Qin's son. I know your father very well. I didn't expect you to be so old. When you enter the factory, just work hard."
Zhang Xiangqian, the test driver, Qin Zhenhua just met today. It seems that this person is a good friend of his father. His father is always not at home, so Qin Zhenhua has never heard his father mention anything.
Zhang Qianqian looked at Qin Zhenhua, his eyes full of kindness. He and Qin Zhenhua's father were old friends. Back then, they went to an island in the north together and dragged the T62 tank back. Later, Qin Zhenhua got this new name.
, when you see him, you can think of his father.
Qin Zhenhua had gone somewhere, but he couldn't find him. He came back to the cafeteria and waited for a while before he found him.
"Uncle Zhang, my father, what happened to the accident?" Qin Zhenhua asked Zhang Xiangqian. This is what Qin Zhenhua wants to understand most.
Ever since something happened to his father, the factory has always been secretive, saying that he died in the line of duty. However, in the past few days, Qin Zhenhua discovered that many people in the factory seemed to have deep hostility towards his father.
What exactly is going on?
"Zhenhua, let's talk about these things later. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me." Zhang Xiangqian stood up. He was just preparing meals in the canteen. After preparing the meals, he wanted to take them home to eat.
.And now, it seems that I am escaping from something.
"No, I want to know."
"Your father was involved in an accident during a cannon test." After Zhang Xiangxiang said this, he had already picked up his lunch box and walked out. He didn't want to mention too much to Qin Zhenhua. After all, it was over.
"What about the tank?" Qin Zhenhua chased after him.
Zhang stopped moving forward, but did not look back. He just whispered: "At the tank scrapyard."
Scrapyard? No wonder I didn’t find it again today! It’s actually at the scrapyard! Qin Zhenhua stopped in his tracks. We can’t do it tonight. Let’s go to the scrapyard tomorrow morning!
The night was getting dark. When I returned to the dormitory, Wang Erzhu, who lived in the same dormitory, had already fallen asleep. The labor intensity in the factory these days was very intense, and he was tired enough.
Sitting on his bed, Qin Zhenhua took out the red-covered diary in his pocket. This diary was very old. Many places in the diary were already mottled because he accidentally knocked over a thermos bottle.
, However, what was recorded one by one on it was regarded by Qin Zhenhua as the most precious thing.
Opening the title page, there are several big characters with flying phoenixes: tank, king of land warfare, first in firepower!
He turned to the section about Tank 69. If he looked carefully, what was recorded on it were all the essence. They were things that were not included in the production materials and usage textbooks of Tank 69.
The transmission system, helical gears, and items that must be paid attention to when assembling were recorded during the 69 tank production technology training. At that time, my father was one of the important factory representatives.
Qin Zhenhua took out another book. After riding his bicycle out of the maintenance workshop, he happened to wander to the reference room and borrowed one.
Now, I compared it with my father's notebook, and sure enough, the contents were exactly the same.
Qin Zhenhua lay on the bed, holding his diary, and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, just after dawn, slogans rang out in the factory.
"One two one, one two one."
"In the engine shop, the pace is a bit chaotic. The little guy in front, lift up your legs and run faster! The back, the back is very chaotic!"
"Casting shop, what's going on with you? Do you need to be sent to military training?"
The security department in the factory is also responsible for organizing morning exercises every morning. Most of the management of the No. 1 Machinery Factory is derived from militarization, and the running exercises every morning are also strict.
It's summer now, which is relatively comfortable. But in winter, when the weather is freezing, running and exercising at that time is a test of both willpower and physical strength.
In fact, most of the factory work is manual work, so this running exercise is not for physical exercise, but mainly to cultivate the discipline of workers. Military training is required at the beginning of middle schools and universities for this purpose.
The apprentices are running at the back of the team. Compared with the regular workers, the apprentices are younger and full of vigor and vitality. However, their formation is not neat, especially the last few newcomers.
It's always so procrastinating when I get up.
"Hey, Brother Zhenhua, what are you doing here?" When the team passed an intersection on the internal road of the factory, Qin Zhenhua suddenly jumped out and got into the team. Wang Erzhu looked at him and ran,
He asked in a low voice.
"Convenient." Qin Zhenhua answered simply. In front of him were the inspectors from the security department. Every time they ran for exercise, they had to count the number of people. Now, they finally caught up.
Qin Zhenhua continued to run forward, breathing in the fresh air. At the same time, he could not suppress his emotions. He faced the wind and couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.
Just now, he didn't go for a convenience, but went to the tank factory's scrap tank site.
The management of the tank factory is very strict. Those red armbands are always supervising. Their vicious eyes can see clearly where everyone is in the workshop and they cannot wander around.
Only during off-duty hours, when there were people everywhere, could Qin Zhenhua have a chance. Yesterday, he took this opportunity to look around, but ended up looking in the wrong direction. It wasn't until Zhang Xiangqian said that he was at the tank scrapyard that Qin Zhenhua had a goal. He couldn't wait any longer.
After work in the afternoon, while doing morning exercises and circling around the factory, Qin Zhenhua found an opportunity and took a shortcut that happened to pass through the scrapped site. There, he saw with his own eyes the car that was killed in the explosion.
tank.
The turret has been separated from the body of the vehicle. Although it is still attached to it, the seat ring has been deformed and the tank as a whole has not rusted. This indicates that it was a recent accident. In this tank, my father is already a corpse.
There is nothing left.
Thinking of this, Qin Zhenhua felt tears already flowing down the corners of his eyes. He even wanted to jump in to see what it was like inside, but he still held back. If he didn't leave, he would miss the time. He jumped in at that time
With great determination, I took one last look at the tank, and then ran back along the shortcut.
His father died while experimenting with tank guns, but until now, the factory has not given him an explanation. It was just a simple death in the line of duty. His father should be rated as a martyr!
His father has always been working hard in the factory. His usual job is to get up early and stay late at night, rarely going home. However, Qin Zhenhua does not blame his father and thinks that he lacks father's love. He is proud of his father. So now, he is even more determined
I am determined to investigate the truth behind my father's accident and clear my father's name!
Qin Zhenhua tried hard to free himself from memories. He gave up the college entrance examination and entered the factory, not only to shoulder the burden of the family, but also for his father!
That Liu Jianzhi is always dissatisfied with himself, what's going on?