0255 Twenty-three years as one day

Wang Liang directly lifted Zhang Zipei's old bottom out.

For 23 years, he worked in the martyrs' cemetery, taking care of 967 martyrs from 19 provinces and cities and 19 nationalities across the country.

It is on the outskirts of a small eighteenth-tier county, in the mountains, barren mountains and mountains, a barren land.

Clean the cemetery covering an area of more than 50 acres, wipe the tombstones of the martyrs, paint the faded red pentagonal shape on each tombstone, and add soil to the martyrs.

Let Wang Liang say this, Zhang Zipei was embarrassed, he scratched his head, "Chief, you praised it falsely, these are all things I should do, nothing,"

"Seek truth from facts, let's say whatever we want." Wang Liang said with a smile.

Wang Liang quipped: "But Zipei, I haven't been to the cemetery all these years, but why can't I see your shadow every time I come here?" You're deserting, aren't you? ”

Zhang Zipei was afraid of misunderstanding, so he hurriedly explained: "Report to the chief, when I was sorting out the duty records and statistics of the martyrs' cemetery, I found that some of the martyrs' families had not visited the martyrs' cemetery for nearly 20 years. So I contacted and inquired in many ways, and only then did I learn that some of the martyrs' families could not go to the Malipo Martyrs' Cemetery to sweep the martyrs' graves in person because their families were too poor or the martyrs' parents were old and sick. So I often go on business trips, with two tasks, one is to find funding from caring people in the society, and the other is to go to the martyrs' homes to place them and send the funds to the martyrs' homes. If possible, I will take the families of the martyrs. ”

Seeing this kid's nervous appearance, Wang Liang couldn't help laughing, how could he not know these deeds of Zhang Zipei.

It's just that I see that the atmosphere is a little heavy, and I want to relieve it.

I didn't expect this kid to be so serious, which made Wang Liang feel a little guilty.

Zhang Zipei said again: "The day before yesterday, I went to the mountain city, but I didn't rush back today, and I took the parents of the martyrs from the mountain city who sacrificed them, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the old fathers and mothers don't want their sons, but they have never been out of the mountains in their lives, and their eyes are black, and they don't know how to walk in the city." ”

Wang Liang asked happily, "Oh? Wu Dezheng, Zhou Qingping, Li Pingyuan, Zhou Hongbing, Chen Mingqing, Wei Tianxin...... Did their parents take it? ”

"Chief, you really have a good memory, yes, you have taken it all." Zhang Zipei was very surprised, there was no shortage of names of the martyrs from Shancheng reported by the chief, and none of them were correct.

He, who has worked in the martyrs' cemetery for twenty-three years, can do it, old chief, this, this must be engraved in his heart.

Every soldier here is probably treated by Wang Liang as his own child.

"Okay, okay, Zipei, I've worked hard for you." After listening to Zhang Zipei's words, Wang Liang felt that a large stone that had accumulated heavily in his heart had been removed.

I feel both happy and relieved.

Zhang Zipei, who was born in 1973, did not participate in the Vietnam War.

He was only seven years old when the war of self-defense broke out.

When the officers and soldiers of the combat unit were stationed in Malipo, seven-year-old Zhang Zipei was deeply shocked by this mighty lion.

At a young age, he had a deep understanding of the profession of a soldier.

At the age of seven, he had to help the officers and soldiers carry the captured weapons and equipment every day, and pick his peaches to give to the officers and soldiers to eat.

The officers and men also loved this cute and sensible child very much, and for them in their teens and twenties, this child gave them a lot of warmth.

It also made them understand, who to fight for.

During the decade-long confrontation between China and Vietnam, officers and soldiers were stationed here for a full decade.

From the age of seven to seventeen, Zhang Zipei witnessed the cruelty of high-intensity wars, and many uncles and big brothers died.

Zhang Zipei will not forget the fragrant rice that the officers and soldiers gave him to eat, the roads that the officers and soldiers helped them build under the scorching sun, and still less the help of the officers and men to plow the land and plant crops for their own families and all the villagers.

Won't forget, never will.

This also made him determined from a very young age that he must be a soldier of the People's Liberation Army when he grows up and guard the borders of the motherland.

In 1992, after graduating from high school, Zhang Zipei enlisted in the army and became a geodesic in a certain department in Sichuan Province.

High school students, in those days, were absolutely top students.

Secondary schools are all assigned in packages.

He could have gone to university or found a good job, but he chose to follow his youthful dreams.

Follow the path of those uncles and big brothers.

Be a soldier, be a good soldier.

The post-war restoration and construction was in full swing, and Zhang Zipei, as a geodesic, was tasked with providing a coordinate basis for artillery shooting, and the error could not exceed 0.02 centimeters.

Because his hometown is Malipo, the front line of Laoshan, when he learned that Zhang Zipei was seven years old, he became a 'logistics soldier', and both soldiers and cadres took special care of him.

In the army, Zhang Zipei once again felt the warmth brought to him by the big family of the army.

It was warm and sweet.

In the army, he found the shadow of those officers and soldiers back then, and his choice was correct.

After retiring from the army, Zhang Zipei made such a choice, he thought, taking off his military uniform, he could use another way to protect the martyrs who sacrificed their lives to defend their hometown and motherland.

So, the day of more exhaustion than military life has come.

In 23 years, 8,395 days, he received millions of family members of martyrs, veterans of war, and people from all walks of life who came to visit the graves.

That's an average of 120 people a day.

Responding to the needs of the families of martyrs and veterans is Zhang Zipei's working principle.

This also means that he has no so-called off-duty, personal time, and even that meager salary, he has to devote more than half of his time to helping the martyrs.

I can't accompany my wife or children, except for business trips, I spend the rest of my time in the martyrs' cemetery.

It's not that he hasn't wavered, it's not that he hasn't hesitated.

I've been working in the martyrs' cemetery for more than ten years, it should be, it should be enough, right?

But when the martyr's mother called.

"Is it Xiao Zhang? Do you still work at the cemetery? ”

"Auntie, it's me, I'm still here."

"Great, I'm Luan Guanghui's mother, it's good that you're still here, it's okay. Auntie has bad legs and feet, and she can't go over often, and Grandma is relieved that Glory is there to take care of you. ”

"Hey, Auntie, don't worry."

If you don't leave, you can't go, for fear of cutting off contact with the martyrs, Zhang Zipei's mobile phone number didn't dare to change, and he kept using it.