ordinary human life

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"gone?"

"Xuanxuan, go and find him."

"Haha, this is my strong point."

Xuanxuan held the soul lamp, like a little firefly in the dark night, flickeringly disappeared before everyone's eyes.

But soon, she dragged He Dazhuang back.

"Why did you leave?" He Sihai asked him.

"It's really bothering you too much." He Dazhuang said with some embarrassment.

"Actually, speaking of it, we are the ones who disturbed you."

He Sihai looked at a birch tree not far away, which was where He Dazhuang was buried.

"Come, sit with us, and tell the children about your past, so that they will remember it in their hearts." Zhou Yujuan came over and took He Dazhuang's hand.

Although He Dazhuang would be older than her if he was alive, it is no problem for He Dazhuang to call Zhou Yujuan's grandmother now.

"What do you like to eat? Just eat."

"Can you eat spicy food?"

"Do you want some vinegar?"

"Do you want to eat mutton?"

Following the chatter of the crowd, He Dazhuang gradually let go, without the restraint he felt before.

While eating, he told the children what he had seen and heard and anecdotes when he traveled around with the army.

Of course, he was still a child after all, so he didn't know the cruelty of avoiding war with Taozi and the others, so he told the truth.

The little guys huddled together in fright, their eyes widened.

Only by knowing the cruelty of war can we remember history.

……

Ding Min's speed was very fast. Within two days, he found all the information about Platoon Leader He Dazhuang in the archives.

After all, they also belonged to the regular army and were platoon leaders back then, so there are naturally file records.

However, there is no information about He Dazhuang, because he is just an unknown soldier, and there is no record of him in the files.

In fact, there are countless soldiers like him who died in the anti-Japanese cause in obscurity.

They are like lonely ghosts, their bones are scattered all over the place.

But it is precisely because of their existence that they protect the land of China.

Although there is no record of He Dazhuang in the file.

But He Dazhuang was already ten years old when he left his hometown, and he knew exactly where his roots were.

Although their original village is no longer there, the local government still has records.

Through the efforts of the staff, he finally found the little sister He Dazhuang was talking about.

But the "little sister" is already eighty-three this year, and the house is full of children and grandchildren.

"Are you still going to see her?"

He Sihai asked He Dazhuang, after more than 70 years, no one can guarantee that she can still remember this little brother, after all, she was still young back then.

He Dazhuang did not answer, but asked: "What about the platoon leader? How is his family?"

"Your platoon leader's wife has passed away for many years, but your platoon leader still has two sons. The eldest is farming in his hometown, and the second is a soldier. The eldest has died of illness for many years. After retiring from the army, the second is working in a machinery factory. retire……"

He Dazhuang's second son, Jiang Jiabao, is 91 years old this year.

If He Dazhuang was still alive, he would be about the same age.

He Dazhuang told He Sihai that the platoon leader was very kind to him and took good care of him. Maybe it was because he saw He Dazhuang and thought of his own child that he took extra care of him.

"Do you want to meet him in person? If you don't want to, I can arrange for someone to deliver the letter to him." He Sihai finally said.

He Dazhuang shook his head.

"I promised the platoon leader that I would hand over the letter to his family."

"Okay then, let's go."

Ding Min provided He Sihai with a photo of Jiang Jiabao's address.

So Wanwan took them and arrived at the place where the photo was located in an instant.

Jiang Jiabao's wife has passed away, and he is currently living with his youngest son. The eldest and second children pay living expenses every month.

He lived a relatively comfortable life in his later years. Although he is ninety-one this year, his body is still in good health.

After breakfast in the morning, he would go for a walk in the nearby park, usually chatting with other old people, playing chess, and would not go home for dinner until noon.

Naturally, today was no exception, and I went out with a cup full of tea leaves.

When I came to the park, I said hello to a few old men I knew, and then I found a rest chair and sat down.

The sun in the morning is not blazing, but it shines warmly on people.

I am afraid of the cold when I am old, and the sun is the most comfortable when it shines on my body.

He opened the cup and took a sip. The moment he put down the cup, his eyes were not very good, and he vaguely saw a few people walking towards him.

In the end, only one person came to him.

But it's a bit weird to wear.

"Are you wearing clothes from the Eighth Route Army?" Jiang Jiabao asked curiously.

"He Dazhuang, [-]nd Battalion, [-]st Company, [-]nd Platoon, [-]nd Battalion, [-]th Regiment, [-]nd Detachment, [-]th Column, [-]th Route Army." He Dazhuang stood up straight and saluted Jiang Jiabao.

Jiang Jiabao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's just like the real thing."

Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Which column of the Eighth Route Army did you say belonged to?"

"Fifth column, row along the Yangtze River."

"Little comrade, where did you hear the name Jiang Hesheng? He is my father, who has sacrificed himself for many years."

Jiang Jiabao was not angry.

"Comrade Jiang Jiabao, this is the letter and money your father Jiang Hesheng asked me to bring you."

He Dazhuang didn't say much, he took out the letter and the two silver dollars and handed them to Jiang Jiabao.

"Little comrade, my father has been dead for many years, don't make fun of it." Jiang Jiabao finally got a little angry.

He Dazhuang didn't know what to do for a while.

He looked back at He Sihai who was standing in the distance.

He Sihai motioned him to put it on the chair.

He Dazhuang took a step forward and put all the things beside Jiang Jiabao.

He Dazhuang saluted Jiang Jiabao again, then faded in front of him, and finally disappeared.

Jiang Jiabao opened his mouth wide, then rubbed his eyes, he thought he was getting confused.

But looking at the side again, two silver dollars were pressing a letter, lying quietly beside it.

He picked up the letter and saw a few words on it.

"His dear Huizhen."

His hands trembled, not because he was old, but because Huizhen was his mother's name.

He slowly opened the letter.

After more than 70 years, this long letter finally welcomed the addressee.

Chapter 1091

"Old woman, it's so late, why are you wandering around here if you don't sleep?"

Ding Ziqiang sat on the chair and saw his wife groping here and there in the room, and couldn't help being curious.

"It's nothing, I'll just take a look." He Xiang said.

Ding Ziqiang and He Xiang are 85 and 83 this year.

He had two children in his life, a boy and a girl. In fact, he also had a young son, but he died when he was very young.

They did not live with the children, but the eldest son lived not far away, so it was convenient to take care of him on weekdays.

Although the two old people are old, their bodies are still so-so, and they don't need anyone to take care of them yet.

But the eldest daughter-in-law comes to help with laundry and cooking, either helping them with cooking or sending them some.

Although there is only one son, sometimes one is better. If there are more, it is easy to evade each other. Generally speaking, children are still filial.

"Okay, stop nagging, I'll go to sleep now." He Xiang muttered, turned and walked towards the room.

Ding Ziqiang followed into the house.

"Have you washed your face yet?"

"washed."

"Where are the feet?" He Xiang looked disgusted.

"I washed it too."

"Have you washed it? Will there still be foot odor?"

"How old are you, and your feet still smell? There are a lot of dead skin." Ding Ziqiang muttered.

"Have you shaved it clean? And the nails, Wei Zhao came the day before yesterday, you should ask him to cut your nails for you, I went to bed last night, and I was so hurt from scratching, tonight you put on socks for me to sleep."

Wei Zhao is their son Ding Wei Zhao.

"That won't work, I can't sleep in socks."

"Then don't sleep, if you scratch me again today, I will kick you out of bed."

"Okay, as long as you have the strength."

"You old man, bullying me is old and weak, right?"

"Yes."

"Let me tell you, I have to tell Cuilan about this when she comes back."

Cuilan is their youngest daughter, Ding Cuilan. Because she married far away, she basically only comes back to visit them during the holidays.

"How about telling her, can she still beat me?" Ding Ziqiang said firmly.

"I told her not to buy you wine in the future."

"You old woman, why are you so bad?"

"How old are you, and you still want that cat pee."