What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

Silong opened the towel and gently wiped away Jasmine's tears with meticulous and patient movements.Seeing that I made my mother so sad, I really couldn't bear it, but at least I finally solved the mystery of my life experience that had plagued me for so many years.

"Mother, the Battle of Nantianmen took place in the spring of 1944. It was a prelude to the great counter-offensive in western Yunnan. I know that this counter-offensive was fought very bitterly and for a long time. Finally, it was not until the beginning of 1945. Completely regained the lost ground. My father died in the autumn of 1944, before I was born. Did he die on the battlefield? Did the Japanese do it?

Mom, don't cry.I just want to know how my dad died.The head teacher only told me about the 38 days on the Nantian Gate. He said that they were saved in the end. A total of eleven brothers including my father survived.But what happened next, he didn't say.I'm curious, what happened next?Did my father die in the later battle? ..."

Hearing her son's question, Jasmine was even more sad. Her tears couldn't stop streaming down. She cried and said, "I don't know, I don't know. He hasn't come back since he came down from Nantianmen. I never When I saw him, I waited and waited. He promised me that if he survived the Nantian Gate, he would come to see me...

I thought he was busy with military affairs, so I kept comforting myself and patiently waited for him to come back.At that time, I already had you, and I really wanted to tell him... But, I never saw him again, not even the last time..."

Seeing his mother crying so hard that he couldn't even breathe, Silong felt very sad, he patted Jasmine's back lightly, and said: "I'm sorry, mother, I know that mentioning my father will make you sad, but no Thinking that after so many years, you are still so sad. Don't worry, speak slowly. I really want to know everything about my father. "

"At that time, I was doing needlework at home while waiting for him with great anticipation, but a few months later, I suddenly saw a small funeral procession passing by the courtyard. Deputy Lin of the Sichuan Army Corps The head of the group held up a banner with his name written on it...

I don't know what the end result is.At that time, my sky was about to fall down.If it wasn't because I was pregnant with you, I really wanted to find him, and I didn't want to live anymore.I don't know how he died, it's never been clear.Years later, when I met his adjutant, I learned that it was because of his opposition to the Civil War that . . . "

"Civil war? You said that father was against civil war? Did the Kuomintang reactionaries kill him? Father didn't die on the anti-Japanese battlefield, but was killed by his own people...?" Silong asked sadly.

"I heard that he committed suicide. But I don't know the specific situation. Your teacher Meng was your father's adjutant, herald, interpreter and personal entourage. He was with your father almost all the time. He is He is within three meters. Or, wait until tomorrow, you can ask Mr. Meng. I also heard from him.

Bao'er, before your father was alive, I didn't spend long time with him.In fact, we really don't have much time together, which is also a very regrettable point in my life.But he's always in my heart, he's my hero, a real hero. "

(two)

Hearing his mother choked up and finished speaking these words, Silong's heart was filled with grief, and he walked back and forth between the small living room, not knowing what to ask again.

Jasmine stood up suddenly, she went to the back room and took out her treasure box, and opened the small brass lock.From it, I took out some soaps, stockings and other objects one by one, and finally it was my photo.Silong came over, stood by the table and watched, picked up the old-fashioned soap and smelled it, and said: "Mother, this soap has no fragrance, and you are still reluctant to use it? Is it my father who gave it to you?" This photo of my dad is so majestic! Why are there so many needle holes? Since I was a child, I can only see my dad from this photo. But I really miss him. I really want to hear him tell me about those things in those years, how did he use a gun? How did he fight? What did he think??..."

"Mother, you said that Teacher Meng is my father's adjutant? Does he know that I am my father's son? I mean, does he know that I am Long Wenwen's son?" question.

"Mr. Meng, he knows. That's why he treats you so well and treats you like his own son. And your master, Master Dong Dao, he was your father's best vanguard back then! You have followed since childhood When he was learning martial arts, didn't he treat you like his own child?!" Jasmine said softly.

Bao'er was walking around restlessly, as if there were seventeen or eighteen questions fighting in his heart, scrambling to get out, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Meng, Master Dong, they all know whose son I am, However, you all teamed up to hide it from me. Mother, if I hadn't been a little clever this time, would you still want to hide it from me?

Why are you doing this to me?I have such a great, such an amazing father, but you don't let me know?I have been ignorant for so many years. I thought I was a child without a father since I was a child. I even wondered if I was an illegitimate child?Mother, why did you hide it from me for so long?Don't you love my dad?What can't you tell me?How could you have the heart to let him remain silent for so long, even in his son's heart? "

"No, I can't wait until tomorrow. I'll go now and ask Mr. Meng. What did he think? Also, how did my father die in the end? I don't believe my father will commit suicide. He fought hand to hand. The genius, the evildoer who went upstream, he couldn't kill himself, he must have been killed. But I want to know who killed him??" Having said that, he had already walked out the door.

"Bao'er, come back quickly. It's already very late, you can go tomorrow..." Before Jasmine finished speaking, Si Long had already stepped out of the yard.Just a sentence floating in the wind from afar: "Mom, you should rest first. Don't wait for me tonight, I will definitely figure it out."

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(three)

Seeing Silong running out of the door with complaints in such a disobedient manner, Jasmine fell powerlessly on the armchair beside the table, her eyes were already swollen from crying, and she was exhausted from exhaustion.Since Silong came home in the afternoon, she was like a clockwork motor, busy all the time, and in the end, she shed a lot of tears and complained.

Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving slightly.The memories of the past seemed to have exhausted all her strength.Seeing her sad look, I really couldn't bear to procrastinate any longer.I could only show up and call her softly: "Jasmine, good Jasmine. I'm back. It's your article."

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw that I was right in front of her, very close at hand.Her tears flowed again, "Wenwen, why have you been away for so long?! He knows about Bao'er, and I can no longer hide it from him. He..."

"Good Jasmine, don't cry. It's all my fault. I wish I had come back sooner. I've seen everything about Bao'er. I'll go to Fanla's house to watch him now, and I'll find a chance to teach him a lesson. Brat. Don't worry. Anyway, I'm back and everything will be fine.

Jasmine, the most important thing now is that you take care of your body.Go wash your face and go to bed early.I will come to you in your dreams as soon as possible.Don't worry, you know? "I reached out to wipe her tears away, but sadly found that there was nothing I could do.

There is nothing I can do for her.I thought in my heart, really heartbroken. "You must take care of yourself and wait for me to come back." As I walked out, I still looked back worriedly.

"Silong, a brat, once he got home, he kept his mother busy for a whole day, and he had to ask hard questions. Now it's so late and he's going to trouble you again, alas! I'd better hurry up, he can't Don't make trouble for Fanla. It really can't, or I'll..."

While thinking about these troublesome things, he came to Fanla's house in three steps at a time.

(four)

When I arrived at Fanla's house, I found that Silong and Fanla had already sat down in the study.Silong's emotions were agitated and painful, and he came to the door late at night, so smart as to be annoying, he already had a premonition of his intention.

So the young master let the proud student of the year into the study, he said hello to Yunli not to wait for him, then put on some clothes and came to the study.

"Silong, did you just come back today? It's so late, you must have something important to come to me. Okay, now we can talk." Fanla sat on the grand teacher's chair behind the desk, and dragged it A chair is placed beside it.

But this little guy doesn't want to sit now, he walked around the study room twice, and then returned to the desk.He put a picture down on the table and finally sat down.

"Mr. Meng, have you seen this photo? Who is that person in the photo?" Si Long asked.

"This one? Let me see! This is your father's photo, right? Last time, just before you left home, you and your mother had an argument, and I saw it at your house. Is there any problem with this?" The grandfather looked closely at the photo, pretending to be confused on purpose.

"Mr. Meng, that is indeed a photo of my father, but don't you know my father? Didn't you used to be within three meters of him?" Si Long asked.

Fanla looked at the photo with a sad expression, and didn't answer his words for a while.

"Mr. Meng, don't lie to me anymore. I know that you were also a member of the Western Yunnan Expeditionary Army back then, and were in the same robes as my father and my teacher Zhang Lixian. By the way, there is Dong Dao and Master Dong. You They all participated in the raid at Nantianmen back then, and the commander was my father, Long Wenwen, the commander of the Sichuan Army." Silong said slowly but clearly.

"Silong, how did you know? Who told you? Oh, by the way, it must be Zhang Lixian, a Sichuan guy who said it. This old boy, why is he so talkative? Does he seem to be the only one who knows?" In a hurry, I started to complain about Lao Zhang.

"Teacher, don't blame my teacher. He has been punished now and has been sent to the farm to work. He only told me a part, mainly about the battle at Nantianmen, and the attack stopped immediately. And the next 38 days. He said that the soldier he admired the most was Captain Long of the Sichuan Army. He only said that I look a lot like him. Actually, I guessed it. When I got home today, I asked my mother about me. Father's question. I was deceived by her that my father was Long Wenwen, but it turned out to be true, and my mother couldn't hide it anymore. She said that you were my father's adjutant, and you know how my father died in the first place Yes, so I rushed here so presumptuously.

Teacher, don't blame me, I really want to know everything about my father. "

(Fives)

"Silong, you are a soldier in the new era. You have not experienced the era we lived in. In fact... I just hope you can understand and understand people of our generation. Since you already know, I should follow You talk about it carefully. Lao Zhang, that melon boy, he, how can I spend as much time with your father as I do!

I should start from the first day I met your father, from the moment I saw him, he was my regiment leader, he brought us hope that we shouldn't have..."

So Fanla began to tell the story, starting from being transported to Myanmar by a military cargo plane wearing only a pair of pants, talking about the plane being attacked in the air, forced to land, and then encountering the Japanese army with bare hands, being chased by the Japanese army in the jungle, and fled to the warehouse of the British. And then there was a monster who made a gorgeous debut after killing four Japanese defenders...

Following Fanla's narration, the lines of laughter appeared from the bottom of my heart, and now looking back at the beginning, I almost feel a little happy.At this time, Milong, Bula, Ayi and Fatty got here because they couldn't stay in Jiqipo for some reason.The old cannon fodder looked at Fanla and recalled the past together in front of Silong, they were all so excited and excited.

"At that time, I was still annoyed by the black gun shot in the back." Ah Yi said to himself embarrassingly.

"I'm hanging out with you, I might as well be friends with the mouse!" Uncle Milong triumphantly repeated what he said back then.

"Each of us had a weapon in hand, or something that was used as a weapon, ready to make the final blow. When his footsteps were getting closer, when he finally met us, no hot The □□ pierced his shoulder, and Milong, a Malaysian monkey, also knocked him to the ground. When I raised the bayonet in my hand and was about to stab it down, he said, 'I am your regiment leader', He has the brightest eyes in the world.

He laughed at the twenty or so of us being surrounded and beaten by four Japanese soldiers. He said that even if there was only one pair of underpants, he would use these underpants to kill the Japanese. "Fanla said with a smile, his eyes sparkled and sparkled, reminiscing about the past, letting the lost youth and vitality return to his face.

Hearing this, Si Long raised his head and looked at the photo on the table.I suddenly found that his eyes were shining, and he also had the brightest eyes.

"My dad is so handsome! Then what happened?" he asked.

"Later? Later, my gang of rout soldiers were recruited by your father, and we all became core members of his headquarters. He appointed me as his messenger almost immediately. I am a lieutenant and deputy company commander. Suddenly he became a messenger. He led us away from the forest, saying that he was taking us home, but in fact he was looking for an opportunity to fight the Japanese. We didn't want to just follow him to court death, so I urged My gang of brethren started mutiny..."

(six)

Fanla is still talking, his expression is not so much reminiscing, but enjoying, enjoying every moment of being reunited with his brothers in reminiscence.Looking back at the past after more than 20 years of time and space, I can only say that time is the most magical medicine, it will filter out a lot of pain and suffering, leaving most of the warm and sweet moments.

"We repelled the Japanese army besieging the British airport, but before we had time to catch our breath, we met the British who surrendered to us with a white flag. When I finally explained to them that we are friendly troops and Chinese soldiers, Some of the comrades were already so tired that they were about to fall asleep.

We got into the airport and died all night to grind up much-needed supplies and begged a British doctor to heal my leg.At this time, I felt that he was a bit like one of my own, but I still had doubts about his identity.

I am not the only one who suspects him. The old British gentleman desperately contacted our Shangfeng just to find out our origin and the identity of the dead.We, too, had to evacuate the airport when it was finally revealed.Die, die, had to give up his crazy idea of ​​pulling up a team to drag down the Japanese army in Burma, and it was he who followed us, and followed our group of homesick people home.Although, he kept saying, he took us home. "

"Then, the first battle of Nantianmen happened after that?" Silong asked.

"Yes, our small team eventually grew stronger and stronger because of the commander's wit and combat skills, his endless energy, and his tireless efforts. By the time we reached Nantianmen, it had grown to more than 1000 people, and Nantianmen The ferry below has gathered more than 1 refugees and other broken soldiers are vying for the only two rafts..."

The first Battle of Nantianmen was told from the mouth of Fanla, a person who witnessed it, of course it is more vivid, more real and touching.Silong was listening quietly, constantly comparing with what Lao Zhang said, and asking his questions at the same time.The two of them just talked and chatted, from the first Nantianmen to the second Nantianmen.Speaking of the pontoon bridge that Yu Xiaoqing built, Fanla stopped.

"Mr. Meng, why didn't you say anything? My teacher also stopped talking at this point. Tell me quickly, how did you get down to Nantianmen, and what happened in the next few months? Why didn't my father keep talking?" To visit my mother? He didn’t even see my mother until the end, and he didn’t know I existed, did he?? My father, what did he think in the end? ?” Si Long was in a hurry, and asked more questions hesitantly.

(Seven)

Don't worry about these questions, even for me, it is difficult to answer them.The old cannon fodder surrounded me, and when they heard Silong's questioning, they looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end they could only sigh and shook their heads in silence.

I am bored, my good brother.When Silong was young, he took on the responsibility of education and care for me. Now that the child is so old, he still needs to enlighten me about troubles.Thinking back to the cripple who always wanted to run away from me, the herald who didn't want to be within three meters, I not only smiled.Hurting others will hurt others, but I want to see how Teacher Meng answers students' questions.

"Silong, sometimes what life prepares for you is called 'uncountable', you never know where you will turn at the next intersection.

When we went down the Nu River with a bag full of ping pong balls, we didn't know how cruel the fate waiting for us would be.Especially to your father, my captain.

If, after that, he will forget your mother, I think it is because of that kind of cruelty, and under all kinds of pressure, he still wants to give the surviving cannon fodder a chance of survival, He must forget all the beauty and tenderness in his heart.He had to.well! "

Fanla opened his mouth, and he tried his best to tell the following story objectively and without any emotion. It seems that he made up his mind to tell Bao'er all the truth so that he can make his own judgment.He talked about the misfortune caused by Milong after crossing the river, and all the efforts we made to save Milong. Later, I was forced to shoot at my brother who shared life and death with me. All my crazy but truthful remarks at the ceremony, the interrogation that followed and Tang Ji saving the property for Master Yu.

Hearing this, Silong was filled with grief and indignation, and he asked angrily: "Is there no one who thinks of a way to save my father? How could my father be like this... I want to say that he is innocent and naive? He Doesn't he understand politics at all? Why did he get himself to this point? Why?"

"It's not that we didn't think about saving him. Zhang Lixian and I racked our brains to persuade Yu Xiaoqing to visit him one last time. At that time, I brought a knife and planned to rescue him desperately. But Well, I didn't expect Yu Xiaoqing to be so skilled, and he would step on me all at once. What made me even more unexpected was that Zhang Lixian is your division commander, he is Young Master Yu's adjutant and personal entourage. He would You snatched Yu Xiaoqing's gun and kicked him to save your father. At that time, the four of us were in that closed cell with only one gun. Whoever holds the gun will control the life.... ..

However, he refused to leave.He said his road had come to an end.He doesn't want to see us old cannon fodders fall in front of him one by one.He returned the gun to Yu Xiaoqing, and at the same time begged for favors from him, asking him to spare us two fools. "Fanla said.

"Just relying on a box of matches, the box of matches I brought in, and his lucky ammo that never left his body, he still caused them a lot of trouble before execution. He behaved like a mischievous child. At the last moment, I have to play tricks and resist the adults again. With his departure, the artilleryman of the Sichuan Army, the dead fat Krupp, who was standing in the firing squad at that time, also shot himself immediately. Later, I took the remaining The few brothers who fought desperately in the ensuing war, we want to die, and we can see him when we die.

This is the truth, all the truth you need to know.It is a miracle that I survived on the battlefield.After a few years of liberation, I returned from the army and became a teacher in Hongqi Primary School.On that day, the day your mother brought you to sign up, I saw you, as if I saw him again. Fanla looked at Silong with a dazed look in his eyes, the current Silong really looks like me back then.

Sitou raised his head and stared at Fanla fiercely, with a sharp light and unspeakable pain in his eyes, "Zi said: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. With my father's experience and his wisdom, he Did he not know that the Kuomintang regime at that time was a dangerous wall? Why did he do this? Why did he stand under the dangerous wall?"

Fanla met his gaze for a long time, then suddenly turned his head away, and said softly: "Silong, have you ever thought that the real gentleman and the real warrior are those who dare to stand under the dangerous wall. He is using this kind of behavior to warn us, those of us who are still confused. He is actually..."

"He killed for benevolence and gave up his life for righteousness, but why didn't he think about my mother and me? Could it be that my mother really had no place in his heart at that time? His doing so made my mother miss her all the time." I have been a widow for him all my life, and I was born a child without a father!" His eyes flickered, filled with grievances, anger, and sadness.

Hearing the children's questions, I really couldn't face and answer them.In fact, I have asked myself countless times these questions, but I have never been able to justify and shirk myself.I owe him, as well as Jasmine, this is a fact, and it is an eternal pain in my heart.

"Silong, don't blame your father. No one is perfect, and he can't do everything. Besides, he didn't know you were there at the time!" Fanla approached him, patted his back lightly, and tried his best comfort the sad child.

"Mr. Meng, why did you hide my father's identity from me for so long? I know you are doing it for my own good, but this is too unfair to my father! Where is my father buried? I think Go and see him!" Si Long said softly.

"Deliberately concealing your father's identity is also for the sake of your family background! What era is it now, the era of sex, is the era when people fight against each other. If it weren't for what we did back then, maybe you wouldn't have participated in the Without the People's Liberation Army, you will not be able to realize your ideals.

This piece of paper is the address of Zenda Xijiao Fushou Cemetery.In the southwest corner of the cemetery, there are four identical graves, where the brothers and the chief and deputy heads of the Sichuan Army Corps are buried.Silong, you can see that the sky is about to dawn, if you don't wait a little longer, I will accompany you in the car to have a look.

In fact, most of the reason we did this was to respect your father's wishes.He has also put in a lot of hard work for you, I don't know if you can feel it..." Before I could get annoyed, the little guy grabbed the photo on the table, took the note and walked all the way. Ran out the door. Fanla smiled from behind and shook her head slightly.

My brothers and I had a face-to-face meeting with Fanla, and hurriedly followed Silong’s footsteps. When we parted, we left a sentence: “Fanla, thank you for telling Silong all the truth. Now I’m going to chase this brat , the brothers will be reunited soon, take care of yourself, trouble!"

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(Eight)

At this time, the long night was about to pass, the sky was slightly pale, Zenda was still asleep, and there was no one on the street.Clutching the note tightly in his hand, Silong ran to the western suburbs of Zenda.He can't wait for the dawn, and he can't think of making a car, he just looks for the direction and runs, runs, runs...

A group of us old cannon fodder followed behind him, really a little out of breath.Uncle Mi nagged while running: "Oh, this little bastard, you run so fast!"

"Milong, you forgot. Bao'er is the apprentice of Sangmenxing. I don't think he has given up his kung fu in the past ten years in the army. Let's work harder and run along. He is going to give me Going to the grave!" Ah Yi took Milong's words.

"There's me, hehe, there's me!" The fat man somehow ran to the front, shoulder to shoulder with Ah Yi.

"Fuck you, what the hell, they are going to visit his father's grave, why are you two so excited?" Milong said, pushing Ah Yi and Pork Belly to the back, and ran away for the first time one.

I followed behind the brothers, feeling both sad and moved, thinking that it would be good to let Silong run away, so that the grief and indignation of the whole night could be vented.

The little guy's physical strength and endurance are really good. Fortunately, Zenda City is not too big, so without much effort, Silong found the Fushou Cemetery in the western suburbs at a rapid pace. The iron fence gate of the garden was tightly closed.

Si Long glanced at the closed gate, and then went around to check the wall on one side, and saw that he took a few steps back, and then rushed towards the wall, only slightly propped on the wall, With a beautiful roll over the wall.The brothers were stunned, and I cheered everyone: "Let's go, don't be ashamed of us old guys, go in quickly!"

Walking into the cemetery, the quiet environment and solemn atmosphere here made the old cannon fodder become serious.We walked slowly to the most southwest corner, where there are four graves side by side.

Silong had already found there, and he walked slowly through each tomb one by one, and carefully looked at the inscriptions on each tablet.The old Hao Xichuan, the old Long Wenwen, the old Shi Xiaomao, and the late Lin Yi.Finally, he came to Long Wenwen's tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed three times.When his head looked up, I saw the mist in his eyes, the tears he held back.

"Father, I never knew you were here...I finally found you!" He shouted, unable to hold back his sadness anymore, his tears fell one by one, falling more and more The more urgent, there is only unstoppable sadness.

My heart was already empty, seeing his crying face, I felt no pain in my heart, it was as if I had no thoughts.

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"What are you thinking? What are you thinking? The child is crying like this, why don't you go out soon? Go and coax him!" Uncle Mi stabbed me aside.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that going out now will really frighten him. No, I won't go out." I insisted on my own opinion, only feeling that the emptiness in my heart was getting bigger and bigger, and my mind was getting more and more confused.

"If you don't go out, then I will go." Milong said and was about to lean forward.

"Why are you going? You are not his father, why are you going out?" I was anxious, and quickly grabbed the Malaysian monkey.

"I'll go and tell him that the father of his bastard hides behind and dare not face his son. He would rather see the child cry, but dare not meet and reunite with the child..."

I kicked him hard on the ass, "Who says I'm afraid to see my child, but is this the right time and the right place? Look, it's going to be dawn soon, and maybe someone will Come in, besides, he is so emotional, I really don't know what to say to him, where to start.

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Forget it, you all go back to Jiqi Slope, I will see him.Don't hang around here, let's go. "I was kicking Milong, and I was still driving Bula. The old cannon fodder saw that I was furious, and they all turned around obediently, turning their heads all the way.

I took a few steps forward and saw Silong's crying face.After this child grows up, I have never seen him cry. How can I face such a face now?