/./ Chapter 7 Return (Part I)

The country accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined.

This poem is the most appropriate to confirm Zhang Songling's appearance in old age. The passengers sitting next to him heard the tone of his voice. Immediately realized that the old man was probably planning to return to his roots this time. The smile on his face suddenly became more and more enthusiastic." Listening to your old accent, it seems to be our Heishizhai people. Name. Where did I live?"

"Hmm." Zhang Songling nodded. Smile in response." Well. I'm a lama ditch. Don't give your surname Zhang."

"Lama ditch. That's a great place." I don't want the wanderer who has returned from afar to find fault with the hometown people. Enthusiastic travelers shout praises.

"What's so good. The poorest place in the whole Black Stone Village." Searching for the last memories of the lama ditch in his mind. Zhang Songling whispered and humbled himself.

"What year do you always say?" Several nearby travelers also turned around. Laugh and refute Zhang Songling's comment." You've been away from home for a few years. Lama ditch now. But it's not poor at all."

"It's not poor. This red education base is coming down in batches. The top will allocate a large sum of money. Light undertaking engineering. Each family can make thousands."

"There is also an annual entry for receiving tourists. Now state cadres are popular for red tourism. Our Lamagou is the first place in the eastern part of Inner Mongolia where there is a revolutionary team. Engage in red tourism. Why don't you come to us? Entertain tourists for meals and accommodation. And by the way, sell a few catties of wild mountain treasures. The big people in the city are tired of eating big fish and meat. It's good for this ........ now."

The crowd was gossiping. The more you talk about it, the farther away from the original topic. The more you talk about it, the farther away from the original topic. The Changing Times from Lama Ditch. to a variety of local souvenirs. Then from the local variety of specialties. talked about the recent hit TV series "Beacon Years" on the screen. Then there are the various stories behind the TV series. ZI Yunlong, ZHOU Heitan, ZHANG Xuance. Little Wangye. There is also the legendary generation of female middle school Haojie Siqin. A name that Zhang Songling is very familiar with. With the talk of the crowd. Straight into his mind again.

In the words of the multitude. The legend behind these names. It's even more exaggerated than the TV series. The face that these names represent. It's more black and white than in the TV series. Zhao Tianlong, who is jealous and hateful. A promise of a thousand pounds of black charcoal. Longing for revolution. After several tribulations, Zhang Xuance, whose faith is as firm as a mountain....... all the figures are tall and majestic. All stories are full of passion.

Zhang Songling listened and listened. He laughed softly. Smile comfortably and contentedly. All the unpleasantness of the journey. In this moment, it was all left behind. No matter how ridiculous the behavior of today's government officials is. How hypocritical the face is. At least. In the memories of the people. The image of himself and the group of people in the cloud dragon. It's still bright. No matter how far the legend is from the truth. At least. In the minds of the people. I didn't make a mistake with those choices back then. The people remembered those people in their own way. Those years. They remember the heroes of the year in their own way. They used the light of those of those days. to set off the corruption and filth of the current government officials. They use exaggerated stories to express the yearning in their hearts. They use the mouth with the heart. to write the whole history.

"Have you been watching that series for a long time? The one that has been particularly popular recently. The Beacon Years." No matter how hilarious it is. Travelers don't let the wanderers who have returned from afar be left out in the cold. Make time. Specially discuss with Zhang Songling.

"Looked. Nice series. It's just a bit mysterious. The little devil is a little too weak. The fighting power of the guerrillas is also too exaggerated." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded. I tried to evaluate the serial drama that was once devalued as nonsense by myself.

In that TV series. The guerrillas are sure to win almost every battle. Every time, the devil is defeated. If the little devil is really as bad as it is on TV. Why did the War of Resistance against Japan take on eight full years. With the Lama Gou guerrillas alone. I'm afraid it's enough to sweep across the whole of Chahar. And then liberate the three eastern provinces.

He felt like he had left a sigh of affection for the TV series called "The Smoke Years". But immediately they were wrathed. The travelers who had been enthusiastically approaching him before had cold faces. He retorted, "You're not right. The story of our Lamagou guerrillas. But every household knows it. In fact. It's not an exaggeration at all. The old devil Fujita was forced to death by the guerrillas. The little devil who came later. It's just that he was forced to can't get out of the county at all. My second master told me personally. Back then, Ruyunlong and Zhang Xuance each held a crooked machine gun. Blocking the southern gate of Blackstone County......"

"Hehe......" Zhang Songling didn't plan to argue with everyone. Just rest your head on the back of the seat. Smiling. Holding a crooked machine gun to block the south gate of the Black Stone Village. That's what I dreamed of back then. It's a pity that the Lamagou guerrillas are so poor that they jingle loudly. Can afford to pay for crooked handles. Also does not provide enough bullets.

"Don't laugh. When my fifth grandfather was herding sheep. I have seen Izumi lead the team to attack the county seat. You can follow me home. I'll let the fifth grandfather tell you personally." Seeing Zhang Songling smiling easily. The travelers refuted louder and louder.

"The life of my third grandmother. It was Zhang Xuance who rescued him from the devil back then. Listen to my third grandmother. Zhang Xuance is a top student of Tsinghua University. He once studied at Kang University. He came to our lama ditch. It was the president of Kang University ** who personally ordered the general. Because to be evasive. It's not like that on TV."

"My wife and their second uncle are veteran cadres who joined the army in four or eight years......"

"My distant cousin, the grandfather of his daughter-in-law's family, ...... back then"

The reputation of the entire Black Stone Village is at stake. I can't help but be in a hurry. Evidence has been put on display. Be reasonable. Prove the authenticity of serials and folklore from multiple perspectives. John Zhang, the youngest grandson who was dragged by Zhang Songling to accompany him to revisit his hometown, listened impatiently. Coughed heavily. Looking up and interjecting: "Don't talk nonsense. My grandfather ......."

"I am a Lamagou person. I also saw the Irumo Dragon back then." Zhang Songling didn't want to be watched by everyone. Hurry up and interrupt.

This sentence. More powerful than any testimony. All rebuttals were silenced. The indignant travelers frowned. Suspicious." You've really seen Irumo Dragon himself. What does he look like? Is it more majestic than on TV? Did you join the guerrillas when you were old?"

"He. It's a lot taller than the actor on TV. The body is also a lot wider than that sissy. The face is a little dark. The look in his eyes was not as flexible as the actor's ...... "Once the floodgates of memory are opened. The past is like a tide. The Gobi Desert outside the car window is not in the vastness. Instead, it was full of verdant green. The summer winds are no longer breathless. On the contrary, there is a faint fragrance of wildflowers in the coolness.

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