The old man's inexplicable excitement made Li Mu also excited, and he realized that this was likely to be a breakthrough to persuade the old man to leave here.

So, he said to the old man seriously: "The information shows that this Han Zili Han senior is indeed alive, he has been living in Sichuan since 55 years, but the information fed back by our volunteers said that the old man is a little forgetful, and he does not remember many things too clearly, we only determined his identity as a pilot before, but we have not found the specific number of his unit back then." ”

The old man was suddenly disappointed and said, "I heard that he went to Taiwan in 50 years, and he is not from Sichuandu, so how can he have been living in Sichuandu? Could it be a mistake?"

Li Mu said: "It would not be surprising if there were two Han Zili in the entire national army system back then, but there were not many pilots in the National Air Force at that time, so there should be no possibility of having the same name, right?"

The old man nodded and said, "It makes sense for you to say this, but you still can't rule out this possibility, and I heard that people who went to Taiwan back then did not come back until the end of the eighties, and it is basically impossible to go to Taiwan in 49 years and come back in 55 years to live in Sichuan." ”

The old man has a special personal memory of that era, in that era, a large number of national officers followed the national government to Taiwan, the fundamental reason is not because of how much they yearn for Taiwan, but because of their identity as a defeated army, they dare not stay, have to leave, and they will never dare to come back, on the one hand, the Taiwan side will not allow it, on the other hand, they are afraid that the new Chinese government in China will investigate their war responsibility, so if a national soldier or officer went to Taiwan in 49, it is impossible to settle in Sichuan in 55.

Li Mu said: "There is no mention of Mr. Han Zili going to Taiwan, could it be that your news is wrong?"

The old man fell silent, and after a moment said, "I can't keep it either, because I have heard it from others, and there is no conclusive evidence." ”

Li Mu nodded slightly, and said: "In addition, there is a note on this, Mr. Han Zili's son told our volunteers that the old man is from Qilu, and he studied in the martial arts hall in Yun Province when he was young, and later because he found that the air force of the Republic of China was weak at that time, so he decided to join the national air force. ”

The old man's eyes, which had dimmed just now, shone again, and he said in surprise: "That's right!" Zili is a Qilu person, the family and the then Qilu King Han Fuyu also have some distant relatives, he entered the Yunnan Province Lecture Martial Arts Hall in 37 years, 38 years after Han Fuyu was shot by Lao Jiang in Jinling, he immediately applied to enter the Central Aviation School, he told me in private, the people in the Lecture Martial Arts Hall knew that he was related to Han Fuyu, after Han Fuyu was also shot, he began to be excluded in the Lecture Martial Arts Hall, so he saw that there was no hope of promotion in the army, so he gave up the plan to take the officer road and joined the Air Force. ”

Speaking of this, the old man hurriedly asked, "Can you get in touch with him?"

Li Mu nodded and said, "Yes, there is his son's phone number on it, if you want to talk to him, I can make an appointment." ”

"Okay, good!" the old man said three times in a row, and said excitedly: "You have that on you, sign talk, right?"

"Sign talk?"

"It's the one you brought with you to make a phone call, and the last time your volunteer brought it, he told me that it seemed to be a sign talk. ”

Li Mu suddenly realized and said, "You should be talking about a mobile phone." ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and asked the old man, "Is this the kind of thing?"

The old man nodded hurriedly: "Yes, this is it." ”

Li Mu said: "I'll call Mr. Han's son now, if it's convenient over there, you can talk to Mr. Han, but ...... However, the information says that the old man's amnesia is a bit serious, and he can't even remember his unit number, so he may not be able to remember you, so you have to be mentally prepared. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, I know, it doesn't matter if you can't remember, just make sure it's him." ”

Li Mu dialed the phone number according to the information on the phone, it was a landline number in Sichuan, after the phone rang a few times, the phone was answered by a middle-aged man, when Li Mu asked Mr. Han Zili when he was not at home, the other party said: "You are looking for my grandfather, right? My father took him to the hospital for rehabilitation, but he is coming back soon, you can call again in half an hour." ”

Li Mu didn't say anything more, thanked him, and agreed to contact him in half an hour, so he hung up the phone.

After explaining the situation to the old man, the old man was not disappointed, and nodded again and again and said: "I am one year younger than me, and now I should be 87, and my son can still take him to see a doctor, which shows that his son is very filial to him." ”

"Yes. Li Mu responded, and then asked the old man curiously: "Mr. Sun, is this Mr. Han your comrade-in-arms?"

The old man said excitedly: "He is my other wingman pilot......"

Li Mu said in surprise: "So that's the case, then you are really comrades-in-arms fighting side by side!"

The old man sighed: "Yes, I have two wingman pilots, and the other one died. ”

Li Mu felt that it was really a coincidence that the old man could find his wingman pilot in a list, but if you think about it carefully, there are not many pilots in the National Air Force plus the Flying Tigers, and it is estimated that there are not as many people in an ordinary university and a department.

When I think of the total number of the National Air Force, there are not many pilots in the Flying Tigers, and the total number of pilots in the Flying Tigers back then will not be too much.

Li Mu suddenly thought that at the press conference of Hollywood's "Flying Tigers", Spielberg invited several American Flying Tigers to have an old man named Paul Crawford, and there is a history in his memories, which is the story of him as a member of the Flying Tigers, flying to protect American bombers, and then being shot down by the Japanese army and rescued by local villagers......

So, Li Mu asked the old man Sun Xiaozhong: "Mr. Sun, do you know an American Flying Tigers named Paul Crawford?"

"Paul Crawford?" asked the old man in surprise, "how do you know this man?"

Li Mu said: "I met him when I was in the United States, and we invited him to the scene at the press conference of our movie "Flying Tigers" in the United States. ”

The old man patted his leg and said excitedly: "I didn't expect him to be alive! Although I was in the National Air Force, in fact, like the American pilots of the Flying Tigers, I was under the command of Chennault. Crawford was also my comrade-in-arms at the time, I said before that he was shot down by the Japanese when covering a bomber, and his plane was also shot down by the Japanese during that mission, oops, the Japanese hit the real murderer, knowing that those American bombers had just bombed their hometown, that desperate posture with us, I just wanted to hit us with the plane......"

After sighing, the old man returned to the topic: "That time we were shot down a total of eight fighters, Paul Crawford and I both parachuted, landed in different places, were rescued by different villagers, and then were sent to a town at that time to hide, at that time happened to meet him, we hid together with the help of local villagers for a period of time, and finally managed to escape, counting, we lived together in the cellar for more than a month......"

Li Mu immediately said: "After a while, we will invite other surviving Flying Tigers from the United States, including Paul Crawford, to come to China, and in addition to him, there may be other old acquaintances of yours." ”

The old man's eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation.

Li Mu didn't say anything more about the rest, instead of persuading the old man to agree to go down the mountain, it was better to induce the old man to want to go down the mountain himself, Paul Crawford was just a possible success factor, and more importantly, that Han Zili.

Immediately, Li Mu whispered a few times in Liu Xin's ear, and Liu Xin immediately found a reason to go to the toilet and came out of the thatched house, and then called Mr. Han Zili's son with his own mobile phone and explained the special situation to the other party......

When the appointed time of half an hour came, Li Mu dialed the phone number of Mr. Han Zili's son again, and the phone was quickly connected, and Mr. Han's grandson said, "Mr. Li, right? My father and grandfather are back, and I asked my grandfather to listen to the phone?"

Li Mu hurriedly said: "Okay, then please let Mr. Han listen to the phone." ”

The other party said: "There is something wrong with my grandfather's memory, please say hello to Mr. Sun, if my grandfather can't remember anything, please forgive me." ”

"Okay. Li Mu said: "Then I'll give the phone to Mr. Sun." ”

After handing the mobile phone to the old man and telling the old man how to use it, Li Mu said to the old man: "Mr. Han's memory is not very good, he may not remember you, please forgive me." ”

The old man nodded again and again, took the phone, and asked tentatively with a trembling voice: "Brother Zili?"

At this moment, in the old brick building in the suburbs of Sichuan, three generations of the Han family are gathered around the landline, and the phone is turned on hands-free at the moment, including Mr. Han's son, daughter-in-law and grandson are listening nervously in front of the phone.

Mr. Han sat in front of the telephone in a little confusion, not knowing who was going to talk to him, and when he heard the other end of the phone call himself Brother Zili, he was in a trance all of a sudden.

The old man is 87 years old, and for so many years, very few people call him with such a title, which makes him feel extremely strange for a while, but subconsciously feels extremely familiar.

The old man frowned and thought for a long time, but he still didn't get back that memory, out of politeness, he said loudly: "I'm Han Zili, who are you?"

"I'm Xiaozhong, Sun Xiaozhong, do you remember me?"

"Sun Xiaozhong?" the old man's brows furrowed even tighter, the name seemed to touch a certain string in the depths of his memory, but he couldn't sort it out for a while.

At this time, the old man hurriedly said again: "The 12th Squadron of the Sixth Brigade of the National Air Force, don't you remember?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and suddenly a trembling exclamation: "You are, squadron leader?!"

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