Chapter 341: The Old Hero Passes Away (Page 1/1)

After getting up in the morning, Zhuo Yang ignored the cold from the Alps, and put on only a loose thin sweater on his upper body and began to practice. But recently, he didn't have much heart to drill those famous songs, and played "My Motherland" with his hands.

There are also "Hymn to Heroes", "Yellow River Cantata", etc., these are all tunes he learned when he first started to learn piano in his childhood, and he memorized these at the earliest, and he couldn't be more familiar with them, and he couldn't forget them if he didn't play the piano for 50 years. Whenever Zhuo Yang plays these songs, he will recall the unbearable memories of his childhood when his mother held a feather duster every day and forced him to practice the piano.

But playing these tunes today, Zhuo Yang is thinking about Lao Mu's father, Uncle Mu. Uncle Mu is an old soldier, and whenever Zhuo Yang played these revolutionary songs to him when he was a child, Uncle Mu pouted, thinking that the piano was too soft and not as energetic as the whole troupe's chorus. Although he disliked it, Uncle Mu always liked to let Zhuo Yang play it to him, and continued to dislike it after listening to it.

It didn't take long for Zhuo Yang to stop, and after sitting on the piano bench for a while, he saw that the time was okay, and then called Lao Mu again.

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"Mr. Mu, there will be a meeting in Guangde Building in the evening, and the seats are all set. How about I'm going to go with you? Monkey San'er said to Lao Mu with a huff.

Guangde Building is an old-fashioned opera garden in Dashilar outside the front gate, which was built at the same time as the Grand Theater of Paris and La Scala Theater in Italy, where there are performances such as opera and opera almost every day, that is, 'will'.

"Okay!" Lao Mu shook his stunned head and squeezed out a smile. "I'll go with you that night."

Lao Mu didn't know what mood he was in now, anyway, it wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't sad, it wasn't sad. Maybe it's the kind of 'emptiness' that young people often say, or perhaps, it's overwhelming.

Father is dead!

More than two weeks ago, Lao Mu's father, Uncle Mu, finally failed to get out of the ward again and died of kidney failure at the age of 76.

After Lao Mu sent off Zhuo Yang, who came to visit his father on vacation, in Xi'an, he stayed for another week to see that the situation was still like that, so he told his mother and returned to Beijing, he was very busy with business, and he didn't want to delay too much. Although the person is gone, Lao Mu still calls home every night to find out about the situation.

The family said for a while that it had improved, that they could drink porridge and lose their temper, and that they were still confused and that they didn't know anyone, and the hospital would not let them be discharged, so it was repeatedly delayed. Lao Mu was going to take the time to go back again, but suddenly received a call from the eldest sister: "Come back quickly, Dad...... It's almost gone. ”

When Lao Mu hurried back to the hospital again, his father was already in the ICU and was dying, just relying on an injection of adrenaline from time to time to forcibly continue his life. The ward was full of people outside, Lao Mu had not seen so many people around his father for a long time, some of whom he knew, such as Uncle Xing from the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee and Uncle Zhao from the Armed Forces Department. There were many people he had never met, some of them were soldiers, some of them were not. Uncle Xing told Lao Mu that these were his father's old subordinates, all of whom had been led by his father at different times, and some of their lives were saved by their father from the battlefield, and they all came from all over the world today.

The interval between each shot is getting shorter and shorter, and doctors have made it clear that it is no more than two hours. The two sisters didn't dare to cry loudly, and their mother was persuaded to go home in advance, and everyone's eyes were looking at Lao Mu.

Lao Mu didn't know why he didn't feel sad, he was just very depressed, so depressed that he wanted to escape from the hospital, but he knew he couldn't.

My father lay there with his eyes closed, his lips muttering to himself, but he couldn't make any sound, and his lips were very chapped. The eldest sister wiped her father's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water, cried in her ear and asked him, "Dad, if you have anything to say, we will all remember it." But my father couldn't say anything.

The two elder sisters are more than ten years older than Lao Mu, Uncle Mu has a serious patriarchal mentality, he doesn't think that women are suitable for working in the army, so Lao Mu's two sisters want to join the army after graduating from high school but are reprimanded by their father and refuse. The eldest sister went to the mall as a salesperson, and the second sister entered the textile factory after training in a technical school. After receiving a meager salary in the unit for several years, the two sisters were laid off one after another. The eldest sister now runs a small dining table next to the middle school, and the eldest brother-in-law works for the education committee after changing jobs from firefighting. The second sister is at home as a military dependent, and the second brother-in-law is a pilot of the Air Force Deputy Regiment and flies an old-fashioned J-6 training aircraft.

It is impossible to say that the two sisters did not complain about their father, but at this time all the resentment dissipated, and they cried and swollen their eyes because their father was leaving.

But Lao Mu couldn't cry!

Lao Mu didn't have much affection for his father, and his father hadn't spoken to him well since he could remember, either training him, beating him, or preparing to beat him. He knew that his father pinned the mission of inheriting the glory of the military on himself, but he didn't want to. Because after being imprisoned and ruining his way to join the army, his father's body collapsed, but Lao Mu still didn't want to be a soldier. That year, Brother Xiao in Beijing said that he could help him eliminate the case and wear a military uniform, but Lao Mu refused. Perhaps, this is precisely because of his rebellion against his father.

The nurse came for another injection, less than ten minutes after the last one. The doctor said that in this case, according to the regulations, there is no need for injections. Everyone knows that Uncle Mu walked to the last minutes of his life.

Lao Mu looked at his father whose mouth was constantly shaking, he wanted to squeeze out a few tears, but he couldn't, he didn't feel a little sad at this time.

His father is from Shandong, so his ancestral home should also be Shandong. My father left his hometown at the age of 13 and left his grandmother, whom he had never seen, and followed the troops to fight in the north and south, and I heard that when my grandmother died, my father was in Zaozhuang to attack the supply transfer station of the 59th Division of the Japanese Army. The rest of the family had also been scattered during the war years, and my father had never been back to his hometown in Shandong since the fifties, and had lived in the melting pot of the army all his life.

The sign monitor sounded the alarm again, Uncle Mu's heartbeat and pulse quickly became slow, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly, and the doctor nodded at Lao Mu and Uncle Xing. There were not so many people pouring in the ward, and many people were looking around in the corridor outside the door, and they all gathered around Uncle Mu.

Uncle Mu's chapped lips no longer trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a pair of tiger eyes under his pale face and hair. Uncle Mu stared straight at the ceiling, trying to lift his head away from the hospital bed.

My sister quickly wiped away her tears and leaned into her father's ear: "Dad, what else do you have to say...... Uncle Xing also asked softly, "Commander, what do you have to explain?" ”

Uncle Mu didn't answer, just kept staring at the ceiling, glaring angrily without blinking. Suddenly, a thick Shandong dialect whistled out of his mouth.

"Mother——, I'm going to fight devils!!"

With a long breath, Uncle Mu suddenly closed his eyes, and the old hero passed away!

There was a cry in the ward, and Uncle Xing gave an order: "All of them are there, send them to the teacher!" Salute——!! ”

Thirty or forty adult men all had tears in their eyes, and thirty or forty raised arms were like monuments to history.

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