Chapter 474 Far in the Sky and Close in Sight......

Tired of being in the hotel for three days in a row!

Even the meals are take-out. Xiao Sheng used his strength to prove to Wang Yuhan what is called a 'pile driver'.

Under the nourishment of love, Wang Yuhan, who became more and more enchanting, was led astray by Xiao Sheng, an old driver who can only talk on paper......

A few small movies on the mobile phone have become textbooks for the two of them to 'learn from the experience'.

Smart women and men who are not stupid can always unlock various poses very well.

In the past three days of 'learning from each other', 'observing each other' and 'practicing each other', the two of them have successfully faded the gimmick of being a 'novice'. He became one of the few veteran drivers who also had one or two dozen battles.

The reunion was short-lived, and this time Wang Yuhan came back from rest after all. Today's farewell, at least after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, will have the opportunity to meet again. Before leaving, Wang Yuhan went back to his hometown and visited his grandparents.

Regarding the fact that his daughter 'disappeared' for three days and three nights, Wang Shan is now 'daring to be angry but not daring to speak'.

From his daughter's attitude when she came back this time, it was not difficult for Wang Shan to find that the previous 'good girl' was completely led astray by the one named Xiao Sheng. Several times I wanted to go to Chenzhai Village to make a fuss with the strength of alcohol, but combined with the recent criminal injury case that circulated from Chenzhai Village, Wang Shan, who still didn't make up his mind in the end, could only abuse Xiao Sheng in his heart and reprimand his daughter for being ignorant.

A person who does not know how to be 'grateful' will not achieve much even if he dies. Because in his mind, it feels as if people all over the world owe him.

β€”β€”This is Xiao Sheng's most intuitive evaluation of Wang Shan.

The twenty-fourth day of the lunar month is the traditional Chinese year.

Many villagers with well-to-do families are far away from the lights that have been put on the lights.

At this time of year, Father Xiao would always get up very early, and it was not until dawn that he returned with a basket of sacrifices.

The corners of his eyes are always red, and he will definitely get a tincture drunk at noon. There were always two wine glasses at the table, and he drank one and poured one. And the gods didn't know what they were muttering.

When he was young and ignorant, Xiao Sheng still asked his mother 'openly': "Is my dad a ghost? What is he talking about?"

After being beaten firmly, Xiao Sheng stopped asking about it from then on.

This year, Xiao Laohan's legs and feet are not good, but he has already gotten up early.

It was three o'clock, and it was still dark outside.

Compared with the difference in previous years, Xiao's father told Xiao Sheng in a serious tone the night before: "Get up at three o'clock tomorrow morning, and dress solemnly." ”

Xiao's mother, as in previous years, began to sort out the offerings on the first night.

Xiao Laohan sat on the tricycle, and Xiao Sheng in front of him rode forward silently according to his guidance.

Bypassing the dirt hillside behind Xiao's house, he walked nearly a mile again. Xiao Laohan asked Xiao Sheng to stop on the side of the road!

helped his father get out of the car, and this time Xiao Sheng carried the sacrifice to the ground. As they walked towards the front of the bald forest, a grave of some year stood there.

Obviously, this is something that has been piled up every year by someone putting on new soil.

"Lao Chen, I've brought our son Gousheng to see you. He's older, I'm old, and my legs are not good. Maybe I'll look for you over there someday. At that time, our brothers will rush forward side by side......"

Xiao Laohan, who was sitting at the head of the grave, was still 'chattering'. Xiao Sheng, who only bowed his head and was responsible for placing the tribute, was silent!

Who is buried under this grave without a tombstone, Xiao Sheng does not know. But it is not difficult to find his importance to the old man from his father's decades of 'worship'.

Reminiscing about the past and the eventful years......

The 'clichΓ©' father Xiao took out those 'old things' and talked about them again. In the past, Xiao Sheng always felt that he was 'narrating', but now he knows that this is an old man's 'thoughts' and feelings.

Talking and crying, Xiao's father, who was just over sixty, smeared the corners of his tearful eyes with rough fingers.

Xiao Sheng, who was quietly by his side like this, was infected by such a scene. Before I knew it, the corners of my eyes were also rosy.

In Chenzhai Village, two or three miles away, there are already roosters crowing.

Xiao Laohan, who wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, was about to get up on crutches. Xiao Sheng, who hurriedly stepped forward, helped his father up. Pointing to the nameless grave, he said, "Give you Uncle Chen three kowtows." ”

Xiao Daguan, who didn't ask why, immediately 'poofed' and kowtowed three times in a row.

By the time he got up, the pile of yellow paper had burned out.

"You know! If it weren't for your Uncle Chen as the gun hole for me, I would be the one buried in it now. A new recruit's mistake is made up for by a veteran. Lao Chen, old platoon commander, Wei Guo is ashamed. ”

When Xiao's father patted his chest and shouted these words. Xiao Sheng's eyes suddenly widened!

Isn't my father's name Xiao Degui?

At this time, Xiao Sheng naturally wouldn't ask in detail.

When it was dawning on the day, Xiao Sheng rode a tricycle and pulled the old man to turn home again.

"Dogs win, ......"

"Hey!"

"If Dad is no longer there, bury me next to your Uncle Chen. When you worship me, you will also burn paper for Uncle Chen......"

"Good ......"

……

Jinling, Hanjia ......

Old man Han, who is nearly eighty years old, has completely retired from the military region 20 years ago to retire to retire in his old age. The three sons are also promising. Han Lang, the third oldest who is now the worst, is also the deputy mayor and director of the Public Security Bureau in Huaicheng.

The old subordinates are all over the military region. It is no exaggeration to say that their Han family is in the military department, and they can definitely be called 'everyone'.

It's another year of Chinese New Year's Eve......

Han Lao, who locked himself in the study alone, carefully took out a framed photo from the drawer.

The black and white photos are all yellowed, apparently some years.

Tsai carefully wiped every part of the photo frame, and Han Lao, who was wearing reading glasses, unconsciously reddened.

The closed study door was knocked on from the outside. Han Lao, who took off his reading glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes, shouted 'Come in'.

Han Lang, who was dressed in casual clothes, quietly pushed open the door.

"Dad......"

"The old man is back!"

Seeing Han Lao, who was wiping the corners of his eyes, Han Lang, who stepped forward, said softly: "Touching the scene hurt Dad?"

"Yes, a company of more than one or two hundred people, with my sentence of 'rush with me', is gone. Less than ten survived, and I, the company commander, am ashamed of them......"

After Han Lao finished speaking, Han Lang said softly: "Dad, you don't have to blame yourself too much. Your mission was to 'assault' and storm the enemy's fortress. That's the 'death squads'! Not only did you do it, but you took down several trenches in a row. If these uncles and uncles of mine have any knowledge, I think they will also laugh. ”

"Yes, I've been promoted three levels in a row because of this battle. But what about them? Now, so many years have passed. There are still a few comrades who have not been contacted, and I don't even know where they are buried. By the way, has Chen Shuguo, the commander of the second platoon, found him? He is from Huaicheng. He is from Huaicheng, he is a martyr, and there should be a record in the local area......"

The more he talked, the more excited Han Lao became, and he couldn't help coughing continuously. Seeing this scene, Han Lang hurriedly opened the cup for him, turned out the pill for him and handed it to him.

"Dad, don't get excited! I've already had people check it out. However, after the turmoil of the sixties and seventies, a lot of that information was lost. And it was decades ago. ”

"Check, you must find out! By the way, I finally found a clue a few years ago, is your eldest brother checking it? Among the nine people who are alive, there is a recruit named Xiao Weiguo. After I came back to recuperate, I heard that he was engaged in a second battle! Judging from the records, Chen Shuguo's ashes were also sent back by him. I remember that he was from Yucheng when he consulted the information, right? ”

"Your eldest brother is in the Cheng Military Region now, is there any news of him over there?"

didn't want to hit the old man, but Han Lang still didn't want to lie and shook his head.

"What the eldest brother found out was that Uncle Xiao was indeed honorably discharged from the army and went home. He also got married locally! But after his parents died, he moved away from home. Since then, he has never been in contact with his relatives in Yucheng. So ......"

"Boss, Dad had this wish before he died. Do you understand?"

"Got it, Dad! I'll go back and check it out again. ”

"Hmm!"