Screenwriter Zhang would never have imagined at this moment that the old man sitting not far from him would be his biological father who he thought had passed away for more than 50 years! When the old man shouted 'my little lock', when he saw the old man crying bitterly and loudly, he couldn't accept this sudden reality for a while, as if he was still out of the matter, he stopped for a few seconds, and saw that the old man couldn't cry anymore, and his body kept shaking although he was supported by his father.

Suddenly, like a soul returning to the body, he bypassed his grandfather in a few steps and knelt down at the feet of Grandpa Zhang, shouting loudly: "Dad, my Dad!" Suddenly tears rained down and the cry shook the sky.

Our family has become a clay stone statue at the moment, staring blankly at the incredible scene happening in front of us, the flesh and blood have been separated for more than 50 years, and the father and son of the two are old men in the twilight of their lives, but it is not easy to meet.

I watched Screenwriter Zhang hugging Grandpa Zhang's legs and crying in the dark, Grandpa Zhang was also in tears, venting the pain of parting, how many days and nights of longing, how many haunting concerns, how many unforgettable memories, how many heartfelt words that had been hidden for many years, all turned into tears and melted into this extreme joy at this moment.

I also saw the uncle at this time, the corners of his mouth were extremely slightly raised, his mysterious smile was once again captured by me, except for me, no one noticed his smile on the side, smiled for a while, stood up lightly and slowly turned around and walked out of the east room back to his room.

Grandma and mother also accompanied the tears of joy, grandpa was already red-eyed, tears swirling in his eyes, after seeing the two people crying a little less, he stepped forward to persuade: "Uncle, you are old, you can't be too excited." As he spoke, he motioned to his father to sit on the side of the kang with Grandpa Zhang. I went to drag the screenwriter again, and said: "Brother, it's okay now, it's a reunion, let's stop crying, hurry up and sit down and chat, I haven't seen you for so many years, how much do you have to say." ”

Screenwriter Zhang was already exhausted from crying, and the suffering that had been suppressed for many years was unbearable for him at this moment. He crawled twice, and all his strength seemed to be gone, but he didn't get up. It was his grandfather who helped him reluctantly stand up and sit next to Grandpa Zhang. The father and son looked at each other, and tears were rolling again.

Screenwriter Zhang whimpered and said, "Dad, you made me look for it so hard, why don't you go home to see it after so many years." ”

Grandpa Zhang suddenly turned his head and said to his father, "Boss, go to my house and bring me a pillow." My father answered and went out, and after a while, he came in with Grandpa Zhang's pillow. It is a pillow sewn from a coarse white cloth filled with buckwheat husks.

Grandpa Zhang took it and shivered and tore the end of the stitching, tore it twice and didn't tear it, or his father helped tear it open, the old man reached out and took out a half-large cloth shoe, an old cloth shoe that had changed color, the color of the upper was not yellow, but dark brown, the color of the upper was uneven, most of it was purple and black, as if it had been dyed in a soy sauce tank.

Grandpa Zhang had calmed down a little at this time, and when he saw these cloth shoes, he couldn't help crying, and said: "Your mother's life is really miserable, I didn't see you kneeling in front of her and shouting mother, but your mother has been sleeping with you for most of your life." ”

Screenwriter Zhang took the cloth shoe and cried: "Dad, is this the cloth shoe I lost back then? Where is my mother now?"

Grandpa Zhang said: "Your mother is buried in the mountains, and your eldest brother helped to get it, if it weren't for your eldest brother, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to wait for you to come." ”

Grandpa sat opposite the two of them and said, "It's all my uncle who did it in front, and I used to be taken care of by my uncle, it's all a trivial matter, let's not mention it." ”

Grandpa Zhang took the hand of the screenwriter Zhang and began to tell the past more than 50 years ago: "You were only twelve years old that year, and our family lived in Zhanggezhuang in the Jizhong Plain, more than 200 miles away from here. In the area where the guerrillas often operate, on the day when the devils entered the village, the guerrillas got the news and informed the villagers to move quickly, I carried our family's rations, your mother carried our family's bed, you carried your father's suona and started running with the people in the village, just left the village, the shells fell, we ran in front, the guerrillas covered and blocked, the little devil's cannon was also chasing all the way, the bullets were flying randomly, there were many people in our village and they were dragging their families, and they were also holding the necessities of life, where could they run past the well-trained devils, and after a while, the shells began to explode near the villagers who ran away, and the shells fell into the pile of people and exploded。

I carried the grain in front, you pulled your mother in the back, and after running for a while, your mother shouted that the child did not pull her, and there would be many people and they were all fleeing, panicked and confused, and your mother and I turned around to look for you, at this time, a few shells fell in the crowd behind, and the shouting was chaotic into a pot of porridge, and there were people lying everywhere, and the dead were wailing there, and the arms, legs, and internal organs of the people who were blown up were everywhere. Your mother and I turned around against the flow of people to find you, in addition to seeing a few dead people, there was also fried minced meat all over the ground, crying your name, and found this blood-stained cloth shoe, which was made by your mother, she recognized it at a glance, and we still wanted to continue to look for it, and the guerrillas covering behind said that the devils came up, saying that there are still some children here and there, they are all dead, let's go, otherwise the two of you will be finished. Forced us away. Your mother turned around as she ran, shouting your name all the way.

When we ran to a place where we felt safer in the evening, your mother and I buried the grain in order to look for you again, and ran back to the place where we had left you at night, and searched carefully for a night, but there was nothing, let alone people, but the injured alive, and they were pierced with bayonets and several bloody holes in their bodies. In the end, I found our suona, which was buried in the soil and exposed half, I thought you were there, but I didn't know that I pulled it out and saw that the strap was broken, and there was no one after a long time, and my hands were full of dirt and flesh. It's almost dawn, and this is the devil's territory again, so your mother and I left crying. When we arrived at the big ditch, we found that in order to find you that night, we escaped a catastrophe, and the devil found that the people of our village were hiding in the ditch in the middle of the night, and they didn't dare to attack rashly, so they shot guns and threw shou mines into the ditch, and few people in our village ran out, your grandfather, your grandmother, your uncle and our relatives are all inside.

I don't know how much of our village ran out, anyway, I haven't seen one later, I and your mother dug up the grain and ran to your grandmother's house, before I ran to hear that your grandmother's house was slaughtered in the village and no one ran out, your mother's tears of crying have already flowed, we will total, if not, go into the mountains, hide in the vicinity for more than half a month, and sneak back to the village to see, where is there any Zhanggezhuang, it has become a stronghold of the devil's turret, all the houses have burned down, and there is no one left. I cried at night and buried the suona next to our ancestral grave, swearing never to blow it again from now on, without my son your little lock, what is the use of me keeping it?

The two of us left their hometown and went up the mountain, so we came here, it was still relatively safe at that time, and the Eighth Route Army was often active in this area, the little devil did not dare to come, or the eldest brother and his father, dragged his sick body to help build a stone house next to his house, so that he had a place to live, and he lived to this day. In the years when I fought Lao Jiang, I went back to our village, where there was still a gun tower, and there were no Japanese, and there were still no ordinary people to go back. At that time, I wondered if there were really not many people left in our village?

After the liberation, I went back again, the turret was demolished, and there were people living in newly built adobe houses, but none of them I knew, and all of them were from outside and from the famine, and none of the original residents came back, so I was completely dead. Your mother kept this shoe of yours, sewed her in the pillow, and said that every night I was with my son's little lock, and I slept with my son in my arms. Until she died, I didn't forget to say that now it's okay, and I can finally see the little lock. I swallowed my breath after speaking. Or your eldest brother gave your mother a bang. (When the meaning of filial piety). ”

After listening to Grandpa Zhang's narration, the painful past seemed to be vivid, and they were deeply shocked by this bizarre experience.

Screenwriter Zhang was silent for a while and said, "Dad, I want to go to my mother's grave in a while." I'm going to see my mother again. Since then, my mother has never given me a younger sibling?"

Grandpa Zhang said uncomfortably: "Alas, your mother gave birth to you, and you couldn't conceive again when you fell into the confinement, you were young at the time, and you didn't know anything." ”

Grandpa said at this time: "The patron just now has been drinking, and he hasn't eaten yet, so let's eat noodles first, and then go to my aunt's grave after eating." ”

When my mother heard this, she hurried out.

Mrs. Zhang said, "Son, how did you get lost back then?"