(Commuter pass 90 plus change)

The stele that Old Man Zhou said is a tower-shaped stele more than three meters high, with exquisite realistic reliefs on it, and a rectangle is carved out in the middle of the stele, and the names are carved in rows and rows on it. And at the front of these names, there are big red lacquer characters carved - Monument to the Medical Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War.

It turned out that the names engraved on this stele were all military doctors and nurses who died in the war.

That Chunxiao had heard Qin Lao say earlier that medical personnel were very scarce at that time, and units at the regimental level and above were generally equipped with military doctors. However, these military doctors will not always stay in the field hospital in the rear, they also have to go to the front line often to rescue the wounded, so there will be casualties from time to time.

It is difficult to form a specific image in his mind out of thin air, but when these real names appeared in front of his eyes, Na Chunxiao deeply realized how many medical staff of the army sacrificed their lives in that war that lasted for several years!

Qin Lao, who was still giggling with Old Man Zhou, came to the stele and sat down, his eyes were as if they had been washed with water, crystal bright, and he swept the names on the stele little by little.

Not enough, that's not enough! After Qin Lao stopped for a long time, he suddenly took a few steps forward, closer to the stone stele. He slowly stretched out his hand, his withered palm trembling to the cold stone tablet, and gently and slowly traced it along the strokes of each word, little by little.

It was as if he was going to warm each name with his own hands, and when he traced it, the old man's mouth still had words in his mouth. That Chunxiao was beside him, but he didn't hear a word clearly.

At the beginning, Na Chunxiao's gaze only stayed on Qin Lao's hand. Later, when she heard Old Man Zhou's suppressed cry, she turned her head to look at Old Qin's face.

Qin Lao also cried, and teardrops the size of beans rolled out of his eyes, flowing down the furrows on his face, and finally dripping onto the placket of his clothes. However, it was only ten minutes, and the front of Qin Lao's clothes was already wet with crying.

But he. Didn't make a single sound. This kind of crying is the most heart-wrenching.

That Chunxiao looked at Qin Lao, and then at Zhou Lao, who was squatting on the ground and couldn't cry. My nose was sore, and I burst into tears.

Three people, a stone monument, mournful cries. The rustle of the branches of the wind blows. There was a faint human voice in the distance, as well as the sound of tears falling and fingers touching the stone tablet that could not be heard by the human ear.

The surrounding qiē seems to have been still, and only these three people and these voices are deeply and eternally engraved in the long river of time.

I don't know how long it took, but Qin Lao finally carefully stroked all the names on the stone tablet, his hands trembled even more, and his body began to shake.

That Chunxiao was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it. I wanted to help him go to the side of the bench and sit down for a while, but he refused.

Take a few steps back. Old Qin and Old Man Zhou, two old men who were almost two hundred years old together, stood side by side in front of the stone stele, solemnly and solemnly, and solemnly saluted the stone stele that had been warmed by Qin Lao's hand.

Their movements are not neat, and their postures are not standard enough, but at this moment, this military salute is enough to move everyone.

Na Chunxiao, who had already stopped her tears, saw their movements, and her tears broke the embankment again. Her heart felt like a hammer, and it ached.

After the ceremony, the two old men walked hand in hand to a bench not far from the stone monument and sat down, and talked with each other.

That Chunxiao didn't want to disturb them, so he stood about three meters behind them. They didn't deliberately keep their voices down, but the content of their conversation reached her ears.

Old man Zhou is a veteran who has participated in battles, and most of the comrades-in-arms who fought with him back then have died. After the war, he did not choose to stay in the army, but returned to his hometown, and later heard that a martyr's cemetery had been built in X City, and many of his comrades-in-arms were buried here, so he ignored the opposition of his whole family, built a simple shack on the edge of the cemetery, and began the life of a volunteer grave keeper.

Later, the relevant departments learned about the situation of the old man, so they arranged a cleaning job for the old man Zhou in the cemetery, and also assigned him a house, which was in the cemetery, not much bigger, but better than the shack built outside.

He did this for decades. Now, his wife has passed away, his great-grandchildren have grown up, and the children in the family are filial and want to take him back to enjoy his old age in peace, but Old Man Zhou disagrees, and he has to stay here to accompany his old comrades.

In his words, children and grandchildren have their own families and lives, but many comrades-in-arms who are buried here for a long time, the lives of their relatives were also taken away by the war, so even if there are graves, no relatives come to sweep them, and no one comes to talk to them during the New Year's holidays. It was because he wanted to stay and accompany these lonely old fellows.

Qin Lao often came to the cemetery when he was still healthy, and the two old men met in this way. In addition to them, there were originally a few veterans who often came, but time still ruthlessly took their lives, and now, the veterans who often come to the cemetery and are still alive are the only two of them!

Chatting and chatting, Old Man Qin talked about the military parade and the ceremony, Old Man Zhou was very envious, patted his arm and said in a voice: "You have to live well, what a rare thing." I don't have the ability to do it as you have, when I first selected veterans to participate in the parade, there were people who came to see me, it was all my body, it was too much of a drag on me, and I was not selected. You are not the same as a military parade, you are watching the ceremony, you can stand on the city tower, but they are all big shots! ”

The more Old Man Zhou spoke, the more excited he became, and his hands kept gesturing, as if he was the one who went to attend the ceremony.

That Chunxiao's eyes fell on Old Man Zhou, at first she only thought that he was too stiff, but after carefully observing his walking, she found that he still had problems with his legs and feet, which should be the sequelae of serious injuries.

"Hey, what a big man is not a big person, I have no friendship with them", Qin Lao sighed and said: "I just want to go over and see with my own eyes, and also for these old comrades-in-arms, our country is now good, the weapons and equipment are good, the logistics service is good, and all aspects are good, let them know that everyone's blood was not shed in vain back then, and now, it is no longer the time for anyone who wants to come in and bully us." ”

Qin Lao's feelings fluctuated a little again, he sniffed, and his eyes were about to fall again. Old man Zhou patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "This is a good thing, what is there to cry about." ”

Qin Lao shook his head, and said helplessly and painfully: "I always feel bad, this time, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to see it with my own eyes." Counting the days, there are still more than four months, more than four months......"

More than four months, too long. (To be continued......)

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