Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

1945 years.

A piece of news blew across the entire land like a spring breeze.

On the loess soil in the northwest.

A group of children are like scattered stars, surrounding the person in the middle.

Listening to all kinds of strange stories, the children exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Cong Ye, you said Sister Chang'e likes disco? What is disco?"

the little girl asked doubtfully.

Cong Ye was silent for a rare two seconds. How could he tell the children the essence of disco without hurting their hearts?

Before Congya could think of a reason to explain, a figure in the distance ran towards them.

Tears were raging on his face, with a big smile on his face, and his voice carried far away along the wind:

"Japan surrendered!"

"We are victorious!"

"Brother Cong Ye!"

He is a young man.

He was one of the children sent to the northwest by Cong Ye from Changsha.

Now, this young man named Huang Yuheng has joined the Communist Party and became a soldier.

He ran towards Cong Ye and tripped awkwardly over a sand pit on the ground. He looked at Cong Ye crying and laughing.

Cong also helped him up, with a gentle smile on his face as always:

"I hear you, we're victorious."

Huang Yuheng choked up and burst into tears.

Cong Ye saw him crying like a child, and his eyes were a little sore.

During those exhausting years of the war, all Cong could remember was sweat, swollen feet, and the feeling of hot, rough military uniforms rubbing against sweaty skin.

Cong Ye's physical strength was extraordinary. Instead of going to the front line to kill the enemy, he kept rescuing people.

Just this made him feel exhausted and powerless.

Not to mention the soldiers who fought on the battlefield for days and nights.

Human potential is endless, and at critical moments, they even burst out with superhuman resistance.

These days are finally over.

Cong also breathed a sigh of relief.

He faced the hot sunshine above his head and showed a bright smile.

Huang Yuheng and the children looked at him blankly.

This is the first childish smile Cong Ye has shown since he came to Northwest China in 1939.

"I should go back."

Returning to his hometown after 12 years of absence.

When he was in the Northeast, he originally wanted to go back, but Song Yunxuan's death made him stay.

There is still a chance for him and his old friends to meet again, but the people who remain in the Northeast with nowhere to escape are likely to lose their loved ones forever.

Cong Ye resolutely sent a personal letter to his old friend in Changsha and stayed in the Northeast and the front line, constantly supporting soldiers and rescuing refugees.

Now, the dust has settled.

In the rest of the liberation war, the Communist Party will quickly defeat the Kuomintang with overwhelming power.

There was no need for him to stay.

Someone is waiting for him in Changsha.

He should go back too.

the next day.

When Cong Ye left, he glanced at the vast rolling hills in the northwest.

Densely packed figures crowded the entire mountain.

They waved to Cong Ye to say goodbye to him.

They were all people saved by Cong Ye.

Cong Ye originally planned to leave quietly, but he didn't want to disturb them.

Unexpectedly, they still chased me.

The moment the car window rolled up, Cong Ye couldn't help but blush.

He was just an ordinary person, but at this moment, he intuitively felt that all his efforts were useful.

These fresh human lives were snatched from the hands of death.

……

When the train pulled into Changsha Station.

Cong Ye actually felt a little uneasy in his heart.

That's what it's like to be timid when you're close to home.

He told no one of his return.

Get off the train.

He couldn't wait to go straight to Hongfu.

The streets of Changsha had just experienced the devastation of the war.

But among the ruins, wild flowers sprouted again.

Hope is growing and growing in China.

The car stopped at the gate of Hongfu.

Except for being a little dilapidated, the Hong Mansion is still the same Hong Mansion that stands in Cong Ye's memory.

His heart was filled with excitement, and he let out a shaky breath.

There was a gatekeeper sitting at the door.

He was dozing off at the moment, and while half asleep, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

He smiled helplessly, dreaming again.

Ever since he lost one eye, he would always dream about Master Cong Ye coming home.

I had this dream again today.

"What happened to the eyes?"

This dream was particularly long today.

Young Master Cong Ye in the dream actually knelt down in front of him and started talking to him.

The gatekeeper smiled and carelessly touched the missing eye socket:

"It was the Japanese who stabbed him!"

After the war broke out in Changsha, he also joined Fo Ye's team.

Although he lost an eye, he was luckier than many of his brothers who died on the battlefield.

Because he survived, there is hope for everything in life.

Isn't he looking forward to seeing Master Cong Ye back?

The gatekeeper knew that he was not dreaming.

Tears welled up from his eyes.

"We are all waiting for you!"

"Second Master is also waiting for you!"

"We all miss you so much!"

With Master Cong Ye gone, their house became deserted.

No one would joke, chat or play games with them anymore.

Although everyone is getting older, the older we get, the more we miss the past.

The gatekeeper looked at Cong Ye with tears in his eyes and said with a smile:

"The young master is still the same as before."

Unlike them, they are all old.

Cong also realized the cruelty of time. He discovered dazzling white hair on the temples of the doorkeeper.

In front of him was a guy who was only a few years older than him and was about to enter middle age.

Cong Ye remembered in a daze that he was turning 30 this year.

He is 32 years old.

War makes people old.

"Master, let's go see the second master."

The gatekeeper's words echoed in Cong Ye's ears.

He walked towards Hong Mansion step by step.

He saw many familiar faces.

Bizhu and the others have become big girls.

Cong Ye's footsteps stopped at Er Erhong's downstairs.

"Meow..."

Kunlun Daji suddenly opened a pair of vertical pupils in Er Erhong's arms.

Her figure suddenly jumped down from Er Erhong's arms and ran towards the door as fast as lightning.

Er Erhong was stunned and immediately got up to chase Kunlun Daji.

Daji has always been by his side and is very well-behaved, but her behavior today is a bit abnormal.

For some reason, February Red's heart was beating non-stop.

After the sun had completely sunk into the shadow of the trees, the setting sun gradually enveloped the entire Changsha City.

The clouds were dyed a little pink and orange, reflecting the afterglow of the sky.

February Red seemed to wake up from a haze, and there was a sound like the flapping of bees' wings in her ears, with a deep aftertaste.

His pupils reflected a figure that appeared in his dreams day and night.

There was a thin, dense and endless sourness in my heart.

Cong Ye stood at the door of the yard, and Kunlun Daji rubbed her head against his trouser leg.

Cong Ye looked up at Er Erhong and smiled:

"master."

Er Erhong smiled, and a few fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes.

He walked towards Cong Ye step by step, stretched out his hand and hugged Cong Ye.

"came back."

His hand gently stroked Cong Ye's head.

Just like when he was a child, he always loved Congye's head.

Cong Ye did not dodge like he did when he was a child. He also hugged Er Erhong and felt the warmth from his relatives:

"Well, I'm back."