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worked hard to accompany Ling Jinhua out to play, not only to be his health care doctor, but also to accompany him to play chess and talk to relieve boredom, this is a thankless errand, if there is no welfare, Luo Ziling feels that his grandfather should not come.

Luo Liansheng's remarks on the high-speed rail also prove this.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests--- in front of the old fox-level boss, in this case, it should also be very suitable.

Family affection is put aside first, and striving for more benefits is the king, Luo Ziling felt that he should do the same, at least when dealing with Ling Jinhua.

Then, Luo Liansheng told Luo Xusheng about the recent things that happened in Yanjing.

Luo Ziling already knew that Luo Xusheng also intervened in what happened during this time, and he asked several other cronies to secretly come to Yanjing to help with things. It's just that Luo Ziling didn't contact them, they contacted Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun and others.

Luo Xusheng also knows a lot about Yanjing, but there are still some things he doesn't know.

After listening to what Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling said, he was completely aware of the situation.

"It seems that it is not easy for me to serve in Longteng this time," Luo Xusheng couldn't help but sigh a few words, "I originally thought that with Ruonan's father's promise and the Yang family also backed down, there should be no problem, but I didn't expect that things would be so complicated." ”

"When you arrive in Yanjing, you have to think about everything a little more complicated. After Luo Liansheng reminded Luo Xusheng, he pointed at Luo Ziling again, "Ling'er has safely adapted to the battle in Yanjing, and after you return to Yanjing, you must adapt as soon as possible." ”

"Dad, I'll tell you about some things about Longteng, I think I know more about Longteng than you. Luo Ziling also told Luo Xusheng everything he knew about Longteng.

Luo Xusheng didn't interject, but listened quietly.

"When you return to Yanjing, I'll give you some actual information," After finishing speaking, Luo Ziling whispered again: "These materials will help you master Longteng as soon as possible." ”

Luo Xusheng shook his head, "That's enough, I remember everything you said." As for how to manage Longteng, let's wait until I go there, and then decide according to the actual situation. I have the ability to manage Longteng well, and I'm not afraid of someone making trouble. ”

"Okay," Luo Ziling glanced at Luo Xusheng, but finally didn't say anything more.

Ling Jinhua woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

When he woke up, it was exactly three o'clock.

Huang Chen had already arranged an afternoon to visit the Holocaust Memorial.

Ling Jinhua originally wanted to go there in a low-key manner, but he didn't expect that when he was about to go, the officials who came to greet him at noon were already waiting at the door of the hotel. In their words, they must accompany them to such a monumental place.

The meaning is almost like this: to pay homage to the heroes and martyrs who died during the Anti-Japanese War in an official capacity, and to pay tribute to those innocent compatriots who died.

Ling Jinhua did not refuse their accompaniment in the end.

Everyone changed their clothes, and Luo Ziling also changed into a dark coat and white shirt.

Ling Jinhua is a navy blue tunic with a white shirt inside.

When the convoy arrived at the Holocaust Memorial, there was a light rain, and the dark and gloomy sky gave people a very solemn feeling, which made people very depressed.

In order to receive Ling Jinhua, the memorial hall proposed to close the museum and refuse other tourists, but Huang Chen, who arranged the itinerary, refused.

He knew that Ling Jinhua didn't like this arrangement, and he didn't want to be special.

As a result, officials had no choice but to take tight security measures, and the accompanying officials gathered around Ling Jinhua to visit the Holocaust Memorial Hall.

The sculptures at the entrance of the Holocaust Memorial Museum silently told them about the suffering of those years, and everyone's hearts became heavy.

Ling Jinhua's expression also became solemn, he stared at the reliefs for a long time, and his face became sad.

A huge cross-shaped stone tablet with the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300000" written on it gives people an extremely tragic feeling under the dark and gloomy canopy. The five-star red flag hunting is fluttering, and the bright red color is even more exciting.

The blood of the people stained the flag red.

No one spoke, and everyone was solemn and solemn.

Ling Jinhua did not immediately move forward, but stood in front of the cross-shaped stone tablet with the inscription "1937.12.13-1938.1" for a long time.

Everyone behind him stood with him, staring at the stele for a long time, and no one spoke.

There were only a few reporters at the scene, who were taking pictures from different angles.

"Grandpa, December 13, 1937, is the day of the catastrophe in our China, the city of Jinling was broken, the capital of China at that time fell into the hands of devils, and hundreds of thousands of compatriots were killed. The crimes of the devil are too numerous to mention. Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua's thoughts, walked to his side, and said softly: "Although I have not experienced that catastrophe and the Great Patriotic War that sacrificed tens of millions of people, I know that it is an eternal scar engraved in the hearts of all Chinese compatriots, an eternal pain and an eternal shame for our Chinese compatriots. No matter what, we must not forget that catastrophe. The 35 million victims, those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, the compatriots who were killed by devils, and their souls still have not rested. ”

"I was born in 1927, and my father was a battalion commander in the Northeast Army. At the time of the 918 Incident, he did not obey Shangfeng's order to give up resistance, but led the whole battalion to resist bravely, and finally all of them were martyred. Ling Jinhua said in a deep voice: "My mother was devastated when she heard the news of my father's martyrdom. If it weren't for me, she would have followed the man she loved. Later, she took me and fled into the gate. I was five years old and my mother was twenty-seven. ”

No one would have thought that Ling Jinhua would talk about such a thing in public, and no one knew that Ling Jinhua's father was actually an officer of the Northeast Army.

No one said anything, and even a few reporters slowed down, unable to bear to disturb the old man's reminiscences.

"Fortunately, some of my father's comrades-in-arms took care of me, and my mother and I were finally able to settle down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the flames of war soon spread to North China. My mother was afraid that I would have an accident, so she fled with me to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was garrisoned by the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army. Because we are family members of the Northeast Army, our mother and son settled down in Chang'an. On July 7, 1937, the July 7 Incident broke out. I was eleven years old and my mother was thirty-three. Ling Jinhua continued to tell about himself, "Later, my mother unfortunately died in the rebellion, and I became an orphan. Later, I joined the Red Army. When I was sixteen, I killed a little devil with my own hands in a battle. After the battle, I wailed and cried in the trenches. I felt that I could avenge my parents. ”

Ling Jinhua spoke very emotionally, and Luo Ziling listened to it, a little sour.

A female staff member who accompanied her couldn't help but shed tears when she heard this, and some other people were also very moved.

But Luo Ziling still couldn't figure out what Ling Jinhua was talking to him about these things.

(End of chapter)