Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

Zhong Li glanced at the ceramic jar on the table and was silent for a moment.

[#Listen to Mom’s Words: Anchor, please, help this grandpa! ...]

[#打小日本: I don’t know why, but whenever I see my grandpa’s clothes, I want to cry! .....]

Zhong Li looked at the live broadcast room and saw that everyone was asking her for help. She nodded and said to him with a heavy heart: "Tell me where this thing came from! I'll try to deduce his origin according to the timeline."

When grandpa heard what she said, he took off his reading glasses with a smile and wiped the corners of his eyes with a silk handkerchief. Before he could tell his story, tears already filled his eyes.

He opened his mouth tremblingly several times, and finally made a hoarse sound.

"In March 1943, our country was bullied by the Japanese. At that time, we were still new recruits who had just joined the guerrilla army. With our passion, we resisted the Japanese cannon fodder everywhere."

"Back then, the Japanese spies infiltrated the military camp. After being discovered, our army evacuated urgently. But on the top of a hill not far from us, there was the leadership of our party and political commissar."

"This place has been exposed, and the leaders of the district political commissar must not be discovered. If our 2nd Company of the New Fourth Army is ordered to do so in danger, we must cover the safe retreat of the party and government leaders."

"We had already made arrangements at night. We originally planned to transfer the district party, government, and military leadership as soon as daybreak. Unexpectedly, the little Japanese traitor had already spread the news."

"In the middle of the night, Japanese gunshots rang out. I once again protected the district party, government and military leadership organs overnight and headed to the next destination. The situation was urgent, and the chief ordered us to cut off the rear and provide cover, and the rest of us retreated with the district administration."

"Our army has a total of 83 people left to deal with the Japanese here. The Japanese have sufficient ammunition and their number exceeds 1000. In order to stop them, we can buy more time for the District Military Commission."

"83 of us made countless preparations and dragged the Japanese here. During this period, we exchanged fire five times."

"I had just turned 16 at the time and was the youngest among 83 people. The squad leader Wan Chang said that I was his son. When the last bullet was fired, he pinned me down and told me not to make a sound. "

"But I was enraged by the Japs' artillery fire. I pulled out the fuse of the last grenade and rushed towards the Japs who were approaching. The squad leader discovered my intention and pushed me away without even thinking about it. He grabbed the grenade and rushed for me. Past."

I was stunned by the aftermath of the grenade, and when I woke up, the Japanese had already left. I climbed out of the ravine and looked back. There were only corpses on the whole mountain. "

Zhong Li had figured out the whole story based on his dictation. The whole story, she continued: "You were the one who collected the bodies for everyone, the only survivor?"

Across the video, Grandpa nodded and said excitedly: "Those Japs are really hateful. When I woke up, they not only killed everyone, but also disemboweled each one. On the bloody battlefield, the intestines and internal organs were full of blood. Oh my god!... Wuwu..." He burst into tears as he talked about the scene that year.

"Grandpa, you don't have to cry. You have all sent them home safely. Some are still with their families, and some have been reincarnated. You don't have to be sad anymore." Zhong Li comforted softly.

Grandpa wiped his tears and continued: "Little Celestial Master, when I collected the corpses for them, I found everyone's home address in the squad leader's address book."

"Over the years, I have sent most people's ashes back to their homes. Some of them had no family members, and I sent them to the local martyrs cemetery. Seeing them all go home, I felt so sad! Don't mention it. How happy I am!”

Having said this, Grandpa smiled with relief, but he smiled and his eyes fell on the gray jar on the table again.

"But little Heavenly Master, I tied everyone's ashes according to the squad leader's hand and sent them home one by one, except for the squad leader! The only thing he didn't write on his hand was his own home."

"Little Celestial Master, I know my body. It's time. Seeing that I still haven't found the squad leader's home, I really hope I can send him home in my lifetime! Wow...please help Little Celestial Master Help me!"

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Li expectantly.

[Woo woo...the ancestors are so great, anchor, please help grandpa! ...]

[Yes, anchor, help the old squad leader go home! ...]

Seeing the unanimous requests from everyone in the live broadcast room, Zhong Li sighed deeply.

She never knew that this movie could have such a cruel war in its heyday. But she raised her head and really couldn't bear to tell the truth.

[Anchor, the old man is still looking forward to your help, please speak when the time comes! 】

[That is, this is an old revolutionary, we must help him realize his wish! 】

Zhong Li said: "There is really no way to achieve this!"

[No, is the host’s charlatan behavior going to be revealed at this time? 】

[The anchor went too far. He just lied to people and refused to admit it before. When grandpa believes in you so much, you say there is nothing you can do and disappoint grandpa. How cruel! 】

[Zhong Li, if you dare to deceive the revolutionary ancestors, you will die badly! .......]

The live broadcast room was controlled by black fans, and there was a lot of curses.

The old man in the video just sighed, wiped his tears and said: "Little children, please don't scold him. Little Heavenly Master is also in trouble. I have been searching for nearly 60 years and still can't find him. You can't scold Xiaotian just because of this." Master. Thank you, Little Heavenly Master!"

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave. The young man on the side helped him up and was about to go upstairs when Zhong Li's voice came.

"Have you really completely forgotten?"

"What?" The old man turned around tremblingly and looked at her in the video.

Zhong Li said softly: "Back then, when the artillery shells came, you pulled off the grenade out of impulse, wanting to die with the Japanese. But your squad leader held you back. Seeing that you were young, he took the bomb from your hand and replaced him. You rushed towards the Japanese camp. His body had long been blown to ashes, and what was inside was just the intestines and internal organs of other people you collected back then."

"I...wuwu...I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it." The old man cried bitterly.

"At the beginning, I just wanted to die with the enemy by myself. I never thought that the squad leader would snatch the grenade from my hand to protect me."

"It was me who killed him, and I was sorry for him! Wuwu... If I was the one who rushed towards the enemy, then the one who survived would be the squad leader. It was me who robbed him of the chance to survive! I can't help my old squad leader! Woo hoo..."

The old man cried like a child. Over the years, this matter has become a heartache for him.

He blamed himself for his recklessness and pulled the fuse of the grenade. As a result, the squad leader could only rush towards the enemy with the grenade, and in the end there was no trace of his body left.

The Chinese believe that fallen leaves return to their roots and their souls return to their hometown.

Over the years, with guilt, he spent 82 years traveling over mountains and ridges to deliver the ashes of 50 comrades to relatives in his hometown, one by one.

Only this old squad leader has no ashes, not even clothes, and this is the eternal pain in his heart.

He collected everyone's internal organs, burned them to ashes and put them together. He thought that when he died, he would be buried with this jar. From then on, he could be with the old squad leaders forever.

But as he got older, his memory became worse and worse. After he suffered a serious illness a few years ago, his memory was confused, so he regarded this jar as the squad leader's ashes.

He couldn't remember anything else. Only the desire to send his comrades back home was still in his heart and became a thorn in his heart.

The little grandson has always been filial, and knowing that his wish has not yet been fulfilled, after watching Zhong Li's live broadcast, he came up with the idea of ​​asking her to help calculate the location of the squad leader's house. But he didn't expect that the last jar was reserved for himself.

"Don't cry. Your old squad leader has always been by your side. He has been waiting for you. Do you want to meet him?" Zhong Li asked.

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