"Sister He, is that you?" Wu Tianming's voice was trembling: "I'm Wu Shouwa." ”

"You are?" The old lady took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and put them on: "Bamboo pole? You're a bamboo pole, right? ”

"Yes, Sister He, I'm a bamboo pole!" Grandpa's hands stepped forward and hugged the old lady: "You are eighty-one this year, I remember that you are Gengzi Nian, ten years older than our Xiaohui and eight years older than me." ”

"You have a pretty good memory." The old lady trembled and said, "People are old, and they can't do it anymore." The legs and feet are inconvenient, and the eyes can't see clearly, so the ears are fine. By the way, I remembered, you are Xiaohui's husband! ”

She seemed to be only now reacting: "You come with me, I'll give you her things." ”

Wu Shan had no choice but to lock the car and follow the old man to the school with his grandfather.

Facing the school gate, it should be the school's office and teaching building.

From the left, there are three-story classrooms.

Walking all the way to the innermost is the dormitory area for faculty and staff.

At the back of the dormitory area, there is also a row of bungalows.

The old lady fumbled for the key for a long time, finally found it, and opened the door.

It is a two bedroom house and it is very clean inside.

Seeing Wushan also come in, the old man finally understood that the two of them were together.

"This is your son and Xiaohui's son." She showed a thoughtful look: "It's called a bench, yes, it's a small bench." This son is much taller than you and Xiaohui. ”

She put her hand above her head, but unfortunately she couldn't lift it.

"No, Sister He." Grandpa said embarrassedly: "This is my eldest grandson, the son of the bench." ”

"Hello, Grandma He." Wu Shan shouted respectfully.

"Huh. Okay, good boy. She took out her glasses again, stretched out her hand, and Wu Shan hurriedly bent down.

"Alas, bamboo poles, if Xiaohui is still alive, how good it would be for her grandson to be so old." Grandma He took off her glasses and looked sad.

"Sister He, where is your lover?" Grandpa saw that the old lady was too old and didn't want to cause her sadness: "I remember back then. You cook at school, and he does chores at school. ”

"He's gone, too." Grandma He's eyes were full of ends: "At that time, the devil drove Xiaohui and more than ten children to the house in front. Seeing the devil soldier aiming his bayonet at Xiaohui, he picked up the flat pole and knocked me unconscious with one punch. Hidden in the attic, I don't know what happened next. When I wake up. Everywhere there was a sea of fire. Nope. Nothing. ”

The old man's bed was a little short, and the legs around the bed seemed to have been sawed down by a saw.

"My son escaped in the countryside." The old man put on his glasses again, took out a jewelry box from the bedside table and handed it to his grandfather: "My son was gone two years ago. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, I worked as a school worker in this school until I retired. My grandson had to pick me up several times to stay with them. I don't want to, I'm going to be here with them. ”

Hear this. Even if there is his own grandmother sleeping nearby, after the war scene of Wushan, I feel numb and crispy on my back.

This jewelry box is made of rosewood, and it is not clear what color it was originally painted. There are also burn marks on it.

Grandpa's hands were trembling and rubbing gently.

The front of the jewelry box, probably decorated with two small tiger heads carved into it, is now only one left, and the other has been burned beyond recognition.

The box was unlocked, and when the old man Wu Tianming opened it, there was no jewelry inside.

"Back then, your grandmother pawned all the valuable jewelry I bought for her and bought supplements for the children here." Grandpa babbled: "Back then, your grandmother and I lived in a private house outside the hall of Beijing Normal University. She was breastfeeding your dad when she heard the cannon and left your dad like crazy and ran this way. ”

Inside, there is a photograph and a rusty razor.

The photo is very yellowed, and you can roughly distinguish the three people above.

Grandpa is standing behind grandma in a long horse coat, grandma is sitting on a chair, holding a baby on her chest, it should be his father Wu Lixing.

Grandma's face is very round, and her hair is short and shawl, which seems to be a fashionable hairstyle in that era. Her eyes couldn't tell the size, because she was smiling, narrowing into a slit. It turned out that my father's eyebrows looked a bit like my grandmother.

In the jewelry box, there is also a piece of brown paper wrapped in it.

After Grandpa opened it, the small light black fluff inside was broken a lot.

"It's your father's fetal hair." Grandpa said, wrapping the kraft paper again.

"Sister He, where are you going just now?" Grandpa's mood, Wu Shan can't see it. There was no expression on his face anyway.

There was a smile on Grandma He's face: "My grandson is going to stew pork ribs tonight, let me go eat some." ”

"Sister He, you can tell me the address," Grandpa sighed: "Wait a minute, my grandson will send you over." ”

"Don't panic yet," Grandma He's face sank again: "I'm going to take you to a place." ”

Exiting the back door of the school is a gentle uphill climb.

Halfway up the mountain, there are two tombstones next to each other.

One of them is the tomb of the anti-Japanese martyr Wang Qinhui.

The other is the tomb of the anti-Japanese martyr Zhang Daqian.

Grandma's tombstone reads: On the evening of August 3, 1937, a small group of Japanese robbers broke into our Salesian Hospital, which is now the new school.

Here, there are twenty-three homeless children. When the war spread to Beiping, some children were transferred out of Beiping in time. Since July 28, Wang Qinhui, a young female teacher at the school, has returned to take on the responsibility of caring for the children.

At that time, the Japanese were going to send the children away to do bacteriological experiments. The unarmed teacher Wang Qinhui fought with the devils of the Japanese kingdom on the basis of reason, and finally died tragically under the bayonets of the devils at the age of 26.

Wang Qinhui, a native of Fengtian, Liaohe Province, was born on December 20, 1911.

The family was in business, and her father sent her to study as a kindergarten teacher in the Northern People's Country.

The Japanese invaded the three eastern provinces of our country, and their family members confiscated their property because they could not bear the devils, and they were arrested and put in prison by the devils, and then all of them were secretly killed.

Wang Qinhui, who was only 20 years old, has lost her family since then.

But she didn't sink. Since then, he has devoted himself to taking care of the children of the Salesian Home, Xiangshan, until the last moment of his life.

The People's Government of Beiping City was established on March 25, 1951.

I have never seen my grandmother, and when I saw this, Wushan's heart was also very sad.

In the past, their family hated the Japanese kingdom very much. I believe that after this, the family no longer has the slightest good impression of the Japanese people.

On the tombstone of Grandma He's husband, Wushan also glanced at it.

Zhang Daqian is a native of the countryside on the outskirts of Beijing and works as a handyman at the Salesian Hospital in Xiangshan.

As for the whereabouts of the twenty-three children. But it is not explained.

Both adults were killed by the devil, and they didn't escape the poison of the devil.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

This grandmother, who had never met before, made Wushan realize how reluctant she was to leave this world at that time.

On the world of the world. She has her beloved husband and her newborn son.

For the children she takes care of. Face the devil's butcher's knife. She didn't flinch a point.

In his eyes, tears were already oozing out.

There's definitely no grandma's stuff in there.

After 14 years, she erected a monument to her old man's home, and at that time, the soldiers were in chaos, and the bones may not be found.

Grandpa looked at the stele affectionately, and his hand kept stroking on the tombstone.

Beside. Grandma He sat on the ground and looked at the stone tablet.

She muttered to herself, "Daqian, I haven't come to see you for a long time." I didn't want to come, after coming. Just think of our son. He's here to accompany you, and I'll be there soon. You're over there, don't get tired."

The sun was about to set, and the three of them turned back one step at a time and left the small hillside.

Wushan saw his grandmother smiling there in a trance, and he fixed his mind and there was nothing.

After getting in the car, Grandma He said a place name, and when Wushan heard it, it happened to be near her home.

The "tube building" building, also known as the barracks-style building, is a long corridor connecting many single rooms.

The "tube building" is small, and each single room is about a dozen square meters.

This is a housing style with Chinese characteristics, which is a product of the tense housing distribution system of Chinese enterprises and institutions in the seventies and eighties.

This kind of house, with long corridors, toilets and toilets are communal, and its predecessor was nothing more than an office or single dormitory for individual units.

There have been countless Chinese who have married and had children in the tube building, playing a symphony of pots and pans.

In his previous life, Wushan lived in the countryside when he was a child, and when he became an adult, he went to college, and he was on the university campus all day long, and he never saw it.

In this life, when I was reborn, my life was relatively superior, and I didn't pay attention to it.

And Grandma He's grandson lives in such a tube building.

The grandfather insisted on sending the old lady upstairs, and the grandfather and grandson helped the old lady step by step up the narrow stairs.

According to Grandma He, her grandson lives on the third floor.

On the stairs I heard someone arguing above. To be precise, it's a person making trouble.

"Zhang Guozhu, let me tell you, there is no excuse today." The voice was very arrogant: "If you don't go to work again, your salary and bonus for this month will be gone." ”

The other voice was muffled, explaining something.

"It's useless for you to say anything today, didn't the unit give you a holiday? You're not at work! The man's voice became louder and louder: "I've already paid you a month's salary, and you opened our unit by your family?" ”

As he approached the third floor step by step, the voice of defense could already be heard clearly: "Director Xiang, can you be more tolerant?" My girl's skeleton is relatively large, and her mother can't move around at home alone. If I take care of her for another week, will it be a week? ”

"Your daughter is not a regular worker in our unit, just a temporary worker." Director Xiang's voice was full of disdain: "She didn't follow the process, and she deserved to break her bones." You are trying to save your daughter, why do you ask for leave from the unit again and again? ”

In front of him, two men appeared.

A tall man with a cast on his arm kept whispering there.

The other is fat, and as soon as a person stands in the hallway, others can only pass sideways.

"Pillars!" Grandma He obviously heard their conversation and shouted angrily: "The male son of the Zhang family can have his head broken and bleed, and he can't give in to others. ”

"Yo?" He glanced at the director: "This is your old immortal grandmother." I'm sorry to be wrong, it's a lot of age. Old lady, in the workshop, I take care of him. If he wants to disobey the rules of the unit, he can go! ”

"Let's go!" The old lady was very tough: "Pillar, grandma told you, this kind of person is a cheap billet, the more careful you are, the more arrogant he becomes." What are you afraid of what he will do? Go directly to your factory director! ”

"Old woman, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue? The factory director is my brother-in-law! Director Xiang's fat hand was originally behind his back, but at this time he stretched out and pointed directly at the old man's forehead.

"Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way!" Wushan is used to seeing it.

"Whose bastard are you that didn't run out of your crotch?" Director Xiang is used to running rampant in the unit, even if Wushan is much taller than him, he is not afraid: "Dare to shake in front of you Xiang Ye"

The word "wind" was still in his mouth and he didn't say it, and the person had already flown out two meters away.

His head was hitting the briquette stove where the water was boiling, and the water was spilled on him.

Burning briquettes tumbled down the hallway.

Zhang Guozhu grew his mouth in surprise, and he didn't know what to do.

People must have done him a favor, and it was his workshop director who beat him.

"Grandson, you wait, if you don't let you in today, Lao Tzu won't call Xiang Hongyao!" The boiling water crushed down his face, and the left side of his face was all red, as if it had blistered, and it looked extremely hideous.

"I don't care what your name is." Wushan Halu Ha Yile: "Go to the hospital quickly, your face will be rotten if you don't go again." ”

Then, his face sank, and he walked over and slapped him four times in a row: "You dare to be hard like this, you really owe it." ”

Xiang Hongyao was almost stunned, and he crawled downstairs. (To be continued......)