September 18, 2018, Jilin Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery.

An old man in a gray tracksuit and dark green Ray-Ban sunglasses stood in front of a row of tombstones, his body trembling slightly.

People passing by here looked at the old man with a little doubt in their eyes.

The old man was in good spirits, with a tall posture, and he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old.

But no one knows that this old man named Liu Cheng is a hundred years old this year and today.

He used to be a veteran of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Alliance, and in the final battle on the eve of the surrender of the Japanese, a shell exploded next to him, his left foot was gone, and his right eye was blind.

At that time, he was a platoon commander, and in that battle, none of his brothers in the platoon survived except him.

If it weren't for a warrior pounced on him at the critical moment, one of these tombstones in front of him would definitely have his name written on it.

The old man took off the black travel bag on his shoulder with some trembling, took out a few bottles of liquor from it, and sprinkled them on each tombstone in turn.

"Brothers, are you all alright? I've come to see you again, do you miss me? I'm old, my body is not good, and it won't be long before I go to reunite with you......"

The old man muttered as he walked.

He walked steadily with every step, and he couldn't tell that his left foot was a prosthetic.

After that wound, he was not able to go back to the battlefield and participate in the battles that would later liberate the country.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the unit he was in changed its name.

He refused to be resettled by the state, and was unwilling to rely on his military exploits to let the country support him.

Although physically disabled, he was able to support himself.

Since he had this martyr's cemetery, he had to come back twice a year to pay respects, once during Qingming and once on September 18.

But this time, I'm afraid it will also be the last time he comes.

His body knows that although it still looks very tough now, it is actually at the end of its power.

Old man Liu Cheng sat down in front of the last tombstone, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the name on the tombstone, and muttered:

"Little third son, I remember that you were only sixteen years old when you joined the army, and you were dishonest all day long like a monkey, and you were punished for it, but in less than a year, you grew into a qualified soldier, fought bravely, and made many meritorious contributions."

As he spoke, a line of tears slowly flowed from his left eye.

"But, it's because of me, if it weren't for saving me, you might be the one who survived, and you died for me......"

Tears gradually blurred the vision of the old man Liu Cheng, because of too much grief, his body trembled violently, and slowly lay down on the stone platform in front of the tombstone.

Someone noticed his strange appearance and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire, but found that the old man seemed to be in a bad state, and immediately dialed 120.

When the old man Liu Cheng was carried into the ambulance, he struggled to take one last look at the row of tombstones and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Drip ......"

A straight line appeared on the ECG, and although the medical staff tried their best to save it, they still couldn't make the straight line jump again.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and this centenarian did not have a trace of nostalgia and reluctance.

He is going to meet his old comrades-in-arms, and he wants to tell them how rapid and powerful our motherland has developed over the years!

However, after waiting for a long time, he found that he was still able to think, only to suddenly feel a sharp pain.

I can't tell exactly where it hurts, but it hurts terribly anyway.

The intense pain caused him to quickly lose the last consciousness he had left, and he thought that this was the end of his life......

Itchy!

I don't know how long it took, Liu Cheng began to feel this feeling, and it was not an ordinary itch, the whole body was extremely itchy.

Moreover, in a trance, he could still hear people talking around him, as if he was saying something like "this child is disobedient, he has to poke the wild honeycomb", and the person who spoke should be a woman, and he was crying.

Liu Cheng remembers that when he was young, his family was poor and couldn't eat enough, let alone sugar.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he once poked a wild honeycomb in order to eat a mouthful of honey, and he was stung and swollen all over his body, and almost lost his life.

He gradually quieted down, and although the itchy feeling did not diminish by half a minute, he was happy to be able to recall the events of his youth.

Since I got older, I gradually couldn't remember many things in the past, but I didn't expect my memory to recover after I died.

The lips are a little moist, and they seem to be sweet, as if they are honey water!

Liu Cheng was shocked: This is not an illusion!

With all his strength, he suddenly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a face full of worry and anxiety.

It was a woman, in her forties, holding a notched porcelain bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Seeing him open his eyes, the woman's face instantly showed surprise, and she hurriedly put down the bowl, and said a little helplessly:

"Cheng'er, are you awake?! Great, you're finally awake! ”

Liu Cheng looked at the woman in a daze, not knowing what the situation was.

If it's an illusion, it's too real, if it's true, then who is this woman in front of you?

Helpless, he could only close his eyes again and pretend to be dizzy, and quickly analyzed what was going on in his mind.

I'm a hundred years old, and although I'm not confused, I'm just like an old computer, and my reaction speed has long been sluggish.

But now, although he feels very confused, his thoughts are very clear.

After a long time, Liu Cheng finally confirmed that he was not dead.

Or rather, he's alive again, and he's back to eighty-seven years ago.

His name was Liu Cheng, and the woman he had just now was his mother, but he could be sure that it was not his former mother.

After all, people who have survived the rain of bullets and bullets, and who have lived for a hundred years, naturally have not ordinary nerves.

Two hours later, he embraced the reality:

He was born again!

This is Panshi County, the place where the first armed force under the leadership of our party was born after 918.

Today's body, except that it is still called Liu Cheng, is also stung by a wild honeycomb, and it has nothing to do with him.

However, a thirteen-year-old body is the greatest treasure for him!

In his previous life, he joined an anti-Japanese guerrilla force more than two years after 918.

There are still four or five months to go before "918," but at this time, Panshi already has our party's organization.

The first thing he had to do was to find the party organization and, under the leadership of the party, re-embark on the road of resistance against Japan!