In a room next to the mourning hall.

There was a crisp sound, a middle-aged man covered his face and lowered his head, Zhao Hongjun stepped forward and grabbed his chest, picked up his fist and smashed it into his face.

"Alright!" said a tall, gray-haired old man in military uniform next to him, "Don't fight here!"

Zhao Hongjun pushed the man hatefully: "Zhao Yuanchao, I won't have your brother in the future!"

The old man in military uniform gestured slightly, and the two soldiers immediately stood next to the man and took him out.

"Red Army, you come with me. The old man said, and then he walked slowly outside, the sun shining on his tall body, dragging a long shadow.

Zhao Hongjun hurriedly followed the old man, although his steps were not big, but he exuded endless majesty, it was his father's old superior, Zhou Zheng, who also saved his father's life back then, and later went north to resist the Japanese, and has been in the army all the time.

Just now he told the three brothers of Zhao Hongjun that their youngest brother, Zhao Yuanchao, used military vehicles to do his own business, and his life began to corrupt.

Zhao Hongjun said in a low voice: "Uncle Zhou." Thank you for coming to see him one last time. ”

"Actually, it may be that I'm sorry for your father," Zhou Zheng stood under a pine tree, looked at the distant mountains with far-reaching eyes, and whispered slowly, "I told you about your brother on the phone, but I didn't expect him to go at once...... He could have lasted a few more years......"

Zhao Hongjun lowered his head, not knowing how to answer, Li Yiming was so guilty that he didn't dare to come, and here Uncle Zhou said that he was also responsible, and the real responsibility was the unscrupulous Zhao Yuanchao, and he was almost the other.

"On the phone, he talked about you and said you were good. Zhou Zheng looked at Zhao Hongjun with a little approval, "Then he mentioned that a child made a suggestion to you, let me see him and see if there is a way to see the head of the Central Committee." ”

Zhao Hongjun looked into the distance and said softly: "Well, his name is Li Yiming, and he is a very good child, only thirteen years old." ”

Zhou Zheng smiled: "Thirteen, it's not small, back then, we had a revolution that was almost so big, and we went to the battlefield with a gun, but what about others? I didn't see any children, except for a few in your family." ”

Zhao Hongjun hesitated: "He...... Over there probably, did not come in. ”

"Cowardly?" Zhou Zheng's pale brows furrowed.

Zhao Hongjun hurriedly shook his head: "No, he... I thought I was on the phone with my dad that day to stimulate him, and then he passed away, and I felt very guilty......"

"Oh......" Zhou Zheng was a little surprised.

"Also, when he was six years old, his mother also died, and he was sensitive to that...... Actually, he was very brave...... I saw with my own eyes, a very brave child!"

The old man's expression moved slightly.

Then Zhao Hongjun whispered something, and briefly told him about catching Xiong Da that night.

"If it weren't for him at the time, the consequences might have been unimaginable. Zhao Hongjun had palpitations, thinking back at the time, it was really possible for Xiong Da to pull out a gun and hurt someone, it was a professional scout, if Li Yiming hadn't found it early, Liu Xialai and himself might have to be sacrificed.

Is that a rare child? Zhou Zheng paused slightly, and sighed softly: "... Bring him in a moment, and I'll see him. You go ahead and arrange to settle your dad. Are you going to move your mother's grave here too?"

"Well, it's already arranged. Zhao Hongjun said in a low voice.

Zhou Zheng looked around and said very casually: "The environment here is good, and there are so many comrades-in-arms, I will simply bury here to be their companion in the future." ”

Zhao Hongjun didn't answer, turned around and went back, and the next thing was the ceremony of entering the earth and erecting the monument.

......

Li Jianguo and Li Yiming were almost at the end of the crowd, looking at the groups of people, silently and solemnly offering flowers in front of the tombstone, bowing three times and leaving.

Chen Changqing had already offered flowers and stood aside before them, and he didn't leave slowly like many people.

Zhao Hongjun was about to bring a bouquet to Li Yiming, but found that he was holding something in his hand, which was a straw man tied up with pine needles and grass blades, which was longer than the palm of his hand.

The little man was very vivid, holding a long bamboo stick in his hand, his head was slightly tilted, and a hat was made of leaves on top of his head, and a small bright red star was in the middle of the hat.

Zhao Hongjun was stunned for a moment, and the scene when he told Li Yiming the story of his father that day came to mind again, and Li Yiming burst into tears.

Is this the gift that Yiming just made for his father?

That's how my father went over the mountains and mountains to find the Red Army with a bamboo gun, and became a red ghost, is this my father?

Tears rolled down Zhao Hongjun's eyes.

Not far away, Zhou Zheng stared closely at this young man holding something different, is this the child mentioned by Zhao Shan on the phone?

Li Yiming walked gently to the tombstone and placed the villain among the flowers.

Everyone watched quietly, looking at the boy and the little straw man he made.

The little straw man was so vivid, it looked like a little red imp holding a red tassel spear in the green leaves and flowers, singing the red star to fight according to me.

Li Yiming followed his father and bowed slowly, lowering his head, tears still rolling down.

Zhao Hongjun held back his tears, stepped forward, choked up at the tombstone and said: "Dad, this is Yiming, the child you want to see, he has come to see you... Also made for you that you will definitely like... Gift ......"