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I wanted to continue working, but when I looked closely, I noticed that there was something strange about the large piece of wall that had fallen! One of the green bricks had a distinct crack around it, and although the texture and color of the green bricks were the same as those around it, it seemed that it did not fit in with the surrounding green bricks. Originally, the green bricks were glued together with mortar, and this one seems to have been added later!

I was a little surprised, and looked at the peeling gray wall again, and found that the edge of the fall had obvious superimposed marks, and the color of the surrounding gray wall faults was obviously much darker than the gray wall sections that fell! It seems that the gray wall of this fallen part was also added later! After thinking about it, I immediately pushed the unusual green brick with my hand, and sure enough, it was loose.

Suddenly, my heart was pounding: Is there a mezzanine here?

I took out a small shovel, gently inserted it into the small slit, ate and stopped, and then slowly pinned the green brick out. Soon, the green bricks were pinned out by half a centimeter. Then, I grabbed the edge of the turning head with both hands and pulled it out, and the green brick was pulled out by me: it was only a small half of the head. Immediately, a small hole appeared in the wall.

My grandparents' old house was built a relatively old age, and it was made of the kind of large, flat blue bricks, which is common throughout our village. This kind of green brick is about 30 centimeters long, about 25 centimeters wide, and about 7 centimeters thick. But the brick in front of me was less than half a small size, about six or seven centimeters wide, accounting for just over a quarter of the original width.

I thought it was originally a patchwork of two bricks, but when I saw the section, I immediately rejected my idea: the section was relatively flat, and it was obviously cut with a masonry knife. Looking down at the small hole, I saw that there seemed to be something in it, and it was certain that it was definitely not a green brick, but a small box. My heart began to beat wildly: could it be that there was something hidden in it?

I took out my phone, turned on the "flashlight", and took a look inside, and soon, I could see everything inside!

Inside, there was an army-green metal box, and on the outside side there was something resembling a buckle. I reached out, pinched the clasp with two fingers, and slowly dragged the box out. Now, I finally saw the true face of the box.

The box is about 234 centimeters long, about 15 centimeters wide, and about 56 centimeters thick. There is a clasp on each side of the box, which is supposed to be used to hold the lid, but now it has lost its original function, and the embankment hangs loosely on both sides, otherwise I would have to take it out. It is estimated that it has been used for a long time, which is why it has become like this.

The outside of the box was coated with an army green coat of paint, which had peeled off in many places, but most of it was probably caused by frequent rubbing. Judging by the shape of this thing, it should be used in the army. As soon as I thought of this, I was a little excited, and I couldn't hold it anymore, so I opened the box immediately.

At first glance, there were a large stack of black and white photos inside, most of which were five inches, and a few were seven inches, very thick, and it was estimated that there were thirty or forty photos.

After taking out the photo, I found that there was a small notebook pressed under the photo, with a yellow-brown cover, only the size of a palm, very thin, but half a centimeter thick. There is a column of words printed on the top of the book, arranged in a semicircle: Yongzhou Branch of Xiangyun Company, below is a symbol of a steering wheel, and then down is the four words arranged vertically: work notes!

I immediately understood that this was supposed to be Grandpa's stuff!

I casually started looking through the stack of photographs, which were very old, many of them with broken edges, and many of them blistered and mildewed in place, but I could still see the contents clearly.

After looking through it, I found that except for some photos of two people, most of them were solo photos. Most of these people are very young, in their twenties, and only three or four of them are middle-aged people in their forties. The background of the photograph is mostly tanks, cars, armored vehicles, motorcycles, etc., and they are leaning or lying or sitting on these images!

After reading it, I wanted to put the photos aside and go to get my notebook, but suddenly I noticed that there seemed to be words on the back of the photos! I saw that the back of the first one read: Wang Zhenxiong, 26 years old, a native of Wugang, Shaoyang, died in Zhulingdu, Hengyang, on the 12th day of July 33rd of the Republic of China.

Isn't that exactly 1944, and July happened to be the most tragic stage of the battle to defend Hengyang!

I was shocked, could it be that these are all photos of my grandfather's comrades-in-arms?

Sure enough, the rest of the photographs have similar records on the back, with the person's name, age, and time and place of sacrifice written on it. I counted it, there are forty-three photos, except for the grandfather in the group photo, there should be a total of forty-three people, of which thirty-five people died in the Battle of Hengyang, and the rest were sacrificed in different places, most of them in a few places north of the Yangtze River. For no reason, I suddenly felt a little sour in my nose: except for my grandfather, all the people in this photo have already died, and it seems that the cruelty of war cannot be described in a few words. And among them, judging from the number of deaths, the Battle of Hengyang should be the most tragic!

After a moment's pause, I thought again, could it be that my grandfather really had any supernatural or special abilities that could survive the rain of bullets and bullets again and again? In this way, my father's words still have a certain degree of credibility.

Although I can't understand my grandfather's feelings at that time, the feeling of watching his comrades die is unbearable for anyone!

I sighed, put the picture aside, and picked up the notebook again. I have seen this kind of notebook before, and my grandfather had many such notebooks, which should have been issued by their unit.

After turning the page, the first page was actually blank, nothing was written, and I turned a few pages in a row, and I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and began to get impatient. So I just used my fingers to quickly flip through it. I clicked it for a while, and suddenly I noticed that there seemed to be a color photo sandwiched between them.

When I took it out, I almost fainted!

Because, I am too familiar with the person in the photo, it is actually my little sister Qi Xin!

This is a photo taken in a photo studio, and at that time there were not many color photos, not even in the photo studio in the town, only in the city.

In the photo, Qi Xin is wearing a floral dress, a lace sunhat, and a teddy bear in her hand.

Looking at it, my eyes began to blur again, and my heart ached, and I almost cried.

I remember very clearly when I took this photo, she was eight years old that year, and the day it was taken was my grandfather's birthday, it should have been my sixty-eighth birthday, and the clothes she was wearing were the ones that my grandfather bought for her.

Because at that time, my uncle took my grandparents to his house for his birthday, and my whole family went too. It was that day that everyone went to the photo studio to take pictures of my grandfather's birthday at noon, first took a family photo, and then many people took a single photo, and I also took it.

Looking at the familiar and strange people in the photo, my tears fell silently again.

It's been more than 10 years, and if it weren't for this picture, I can barely remember what she looked like, but the scene almost broke me down immediately!

After a while, I took a slow, deep breath, and then calmed down again.

Then, I flipped the photo over again, and I realized that there was actually a writing on the back of the photo, and I knew that it was my grandfather's when I looked at the handwriting.

"Nan, grandpa is wrong, grandpa can't stand you!"

As soon as I saw this sentence, I shivered for no reason, and suddenly remembered my grandfather's words before he died, and my heart couldn't help but tighten: Could it be that Qi Xin's death back then really had something to do with grandpa?

According to her father's statement back then, because it was the autumn harvest at that time, Qi Xin had been following her grandparents, and she even ate at her grandfather's house during the period before she died. What's the secret in this?

Suspicious, I immediately began to look through the notebook carefully, page by page.

The first ten pages of the notebook were empty, and when I turned to the twelfth page, I saw six words, a total of three lines:

house

Ground floor

key

The characters are not written on the dividing line in a regular manner, but are written diagonally in the notebook somewhat casually, and it is also the handwriting of grandpa.

I was so confused by these few words that I couldn't figure out what the situation was. After watching it for a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason, so I had to give up for the time being. I flipped through a few more pages, and then I saw three more lines:

Shin best

Yu is secondary

The rest is not what you want

I frowned, looked at it for a long time, and still didn't see any doorway, and when I was about to turn it back again, I suddenly noticed the first word in the first two lines, isn't that the name of me and Qi Xin?

All of a sudden, I got goosebumps all over my body: what do you mean by that?

Literally, Grandpa seems to be making a choice, he should want to make a choice between me and Qi Xin! So, what does he want to do?

I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't get the point, so I had to start turning backwards again.

I flipped through three or four more pages, and sure enough, I saw three more lines:

Happy?

House?

Time is running out!!

This time, all three lines are punctuated, and there are three exclamation marks on the last line!