0252 Mom, I've been waiting for you for 20 years!

Wang Liang lowered his voice as much as possible, and beckoned to Sun Weimin, who was not far away: "For the people, where is the smoke?" ”

"Eh, here." Sun Weimin trotted all the way, carrying a lot of things in big bags.

Good cigarettes and spirits, and paper money.

Open a bottle of liquor and pour it over the tombstone.

Then Wang Liang opened a good cigarette, took out three cigarettes, lit them, took a sip, and put them on the grave.

Wang Liang then muttered something to himself.

Burning paper money.

Why burn paper money?

It's a generational custom to remember the dead.

But if you burn the paper money, the deceased don't know it.

That's all feudal superstition, and when a person dies, there's nothing.

Burning paper money is not for the sake of the dead but for ourselves, at least it proves that we still remember our ancestors and have not forgotten.

The dead rest in peace, and the living are strong.

The Malipo Martyrs Cemetery has 20 floors from the bottom to the top, and hundreds of one-yuan coins are pasted on each tombstone on each floor.

In addition, there are tombstones pressed with 10 yuan, 20 yuan, 50 yuan or 100 yuan in front of the tombstone.

Not to mention the cigarette butts, they are all brand-name cigarettes that are not cheap.

There are also wreaths sent from all over the country......

[Tribute to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country in southern Xinjiang]

[Growing up eating chaff, parents are incompetent; Drinking enemy bullets and sacrificing his son's glory]

[The green mountains and green waters remain heroic before their deaths, and the flowers, pines and cypresses can comfort the heroic souls after death]

[The heroes of the same sun and moon are famous in history, and the heroes of the mountains and rivers are full of ambitions]

Sun Weimin and Zhou Tian did the same thing as Wang Liang, paying tribute to their dead brothers and using their own way.

Whether we knew each other or not, at least we were once the Chinese People's Liberation Army, at least we used to fight together.

Whoever fights with me is my brother.

When Wang Liang moved to the tombstone of the martyr Zhao Zhanying, he sat down.

Name: Zhanying Zhao

Political outlook: League members

Nationality: Songming County, Yunnan Province

Nationality: Han nationality

Education: junior high school

Date of birth: April 1963

Enlisted: January 1982

Time of sacrifice: Early morning of April 28, 1984

Reason for sacrifice: In the counterattack against Vietnam, he was shelled by the Vietnamese army, and his thighs and buttocks were all blown up

A single shell took his life, and he didn't even have a whole corpse left.

He was twenty years old, three days before his twenty-first birthday.

Because of her poor family background, she was so cold that she didn't even have travel expenses, and the mother of the martyr Zhao Zhanying saved for 20 years to get out of the mountains and go to the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery to visit her old son.

In 2004, Mom came, and finally came.

Zhao Zhanying: "Mom, I've been waiting for you for 20 years!" Mom! I knew it had to be you, I heard you!

The sound of handmade embroidered shoes on the ground. I've been listening to it since I was waiting to be fed, and I've been hearing me put on my military uniform. Did you know? In the barracks, every time I wake up from my sleep, I faintly hear your gentle footsteps coming to my bed, ready to cover me with your bare arms. ”

Closing his eyes, Wang Liang seemed to be able to hear Zhao Zhanying's words in his heart after twenty-two years of farewell to his mother.

2004, Athens Olympic Games.

In 2004, Chinese New Year's Eve encountered a big cold, the last time, in 1966.

In 1966, Zhao Zhanying was three years old, and in 2004, Zhao Zhanying died for 20 years.

In 2004, Putin was re-elected president by a landslide.

In 2004, seven non-governmental fishermen from Chinese mainland successfully landed on the Diaoyu Islands for the first time.

In 2004, many, many major events happened, but none of them were as important as the reunion of the mother and son.

"Mother, when I felt thirsty and hungry in the cat's ear hole, I closed my eyes, as if I heard your gentle footsteps coming to me again, ready to bring me a bowl of millet porridge."

"Mom, twenty years ago, the Vietnamese army's shells landed at my feet, with a loud bang, my thighs were gone, and my buttocks were also blown up. It hurts! Mom, it really hurts. You don't know how much I wanted to do it, how much I wanted you to close your eyes with your own hands. Stroke my cheeks with your rough but warm hands. ”

The voice became brighter and brighter, and Wang Liang heard it really.

In 2004, Zhao Zhanying's words that had been held back for 20 years finally had a chance to speak.

"Mom, when my body was blown apart, I didn't scream, I didn't say a word. I silently pointed my gun at the enemy's position. Your son, your little four, is an iron-blooded soldier and will not disgrace you! ”

"Mom, I've been sleeping here for twenty years, I've never been lonely, and here are my good brothers, who accompany me. When their relatives came to visit them, they would always light a cigarette, pour me a glass of wine, and put some fruit and snacks on the table, and fragrant flowers. ”

"Twenty years ago, we were on the front line, and we were in the prime of life and ambitious."

"In the blink of an eye, their children have grown up, and some have joined the army and become good soldiers. Mom, I want to say sorry to you for not being able to hold your big fat grandson. ”

Wang Liang sat there quietly, listening to what Zhao Zhanying said to his old mother in 2004.

Mom, you've come a long way in twenty years.

Mom, twenty years, I know you're so hard, so hard.

I don't blame you for not coming to see your little four for so long, because I know you don't have enough money, and I know that you miss me day and night.

Mom, you came empty-handed and didn't bring anything with you.

Mom, I never blame you, I know, you still borrowed money for your ticket.

Where do you have any income, in our ravine, you can't see the tickets for picking up yuan.

Mom, don't worry, now my son has money.

Do you see the stone of my tombstone money?

There is a lot of money down there, all pressed by the comrades-in-arms who came to visit me.

I can't spend it, you take it, go buy a new dress, buy something delicious.

You see, the dress you are wearing now is still from twenty years ago, with more than thirty patches, and you can't wear it anymore.

Mom, you can't help it, I know, you haven't eaten yet, my heart hurts!

I can't do my filial piety for you, I'm in a hurry!

Mom, don't cry!

When you cry like this, my heart is even more uncomfortable.

Mom, you're not late, you're not late, I know you're missing me day and night, because you don't have any money!

Twenty years, twenty years, twenty years.

Don't blame yourself anymore, my son has never blamed you, listening to your heart-rending cry, I'm going to die of discomfort.

Can you hear me?

Mom?

Mom?

If you can hear it, just nod your head, okay?

Good no good?

Wait until next year's Qingming Festival, you will come to see me again and touch my face again.

Mother! Mother! You must take care of yourself!