Autumn 2001, Daning City, Imperial River Province.

Chunming Overseas Chinese Hospital, located in a mountain range in the east of Daning City, is the largest special A convalescent hospital in Jiang Province. The greenery here is luxuriant, and the bamboo forests are cascading as far as the eye can see. The breeze blows, and the large bamboo forest twists gracefully at the same time, and the bamboo leaves rub against each other, making a beautiful salsa sound, like stepping on the soft sand.

In a special care ward of Chunming Overseas Chinese Hospital, He Dong's eyes were red and swollen, and he had been kneeling in front of the hospital bed all night, and he had no intention of getting up.

The withered old man lying on the hospital bed is called He Dongchuan, He Dong's grandfather, the founder of the Tanigawa Group. Lao Ming's eyes were slightly open, and his lips trembled a little with excitement. After a long time, he finally sighed, groped, and held He Dongying's outstretched hands to make a decision, and the old man shook it twice with difficulty.

He Dong wept in grief and nodded again and again to explain:

"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't kill him, just let him spend the rest of his life repenting... As for my sister, I will do everything I can to find her! I don't believe she's going to die, no matter where I find her, I'll bring my sister to you and serve you tea in person! ”

The wife passed away, and the former robes passed away one after another... He felt lonely and his body deteriorated. After lying in bed, the eldest couple died again, and the granddaughter disappeared, whether she died or died or there was no news...

When he was old, the He family had so many changes, which made him very sad, and he got rid of the group's affairs early, and he didn't see guests here and didn't speak...

It may be that the old man has an unfulfilled wish in his heart and refuses to let it go...

He Dong looked at the kind old man on the hospital bed, and there was an indescribable sadness. He knew early on that He Dongchuan had a wish, and after returning to China, he turned around most of the empire and did not find a trace. It also made him very guilty.

Going out and going downstairs, He Dong sorted out his emotions, slowly let go of his fists that were trembling because he was too hard, and got in the car and left the hospital.

As he was about to leave the hospital gate, his car intersected with a black jeep, which entered the gate and slowly drove around the large artificial lake at the south gate and towards the depths of the bamboo forest...

Sunlight poured through the window glass on the white bed, adding some life to the otherwise deserted and spacious intensive care unit.

A body standing straight covered the light that should have shone on He Dongchuan's face. At first, He Dongchuan thought that He Dong was going and returning, but after a while, he noticed that something was not quite right, he tried his best to see the appearance of the person who came, but due to the backlight, he could only vaguely see a scar on his left cheek, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

He Dongchuan's hospital bed was raised, and he slowly sat on his back with his upper body, looking at the man with half-squinted eyes. The scar-faced man fixed the lifting handle of the hospital bed, moved the small table for the reception of guests at the foot of the old man's bed, took off his backpack and put it aside, took out his gloves and put them on carefully, respectfully took out an old ebony box from his bag, and opened it.

He Dongchuan on the hospital bed looked at this inexplicable young man with difficulty. His every move was meticulous, so respectful, and it seemed a little funny to be overly cautious. The old man trembled with deep wrinkles, which was regarded as a return of respect.

The scar-faced man spread his hands flat, approaching, and He Dongchuan's vision gradually became clear...

There is a slightly old metal object lying on the glove, the yellow light around the pattern is divided into three layers, the outer layer is the largest, the second layer of white eight-pointed star is diagonally covered by the third layer of yellow light, the top three corners of the white eight-pointed star are embedded with a dark red five-pointed star, they are surrounded by a circle in the center, and in the center of the circle a large apricot yellow flag towers into the sky...

He Dongchuan couldn't calm down anymore, his body trembled involuntarily because of overexcitement, his face was ruddy, his lips were squirming and his pronunciation was indistinct, and his eyes were staring at this medal.

He Dongchuan wanted to reach out and touch it, but the scar-faced man was very understanding and put the medal in the old man's hand. Then he solemnly took two steps back, straightened his appearance, stood up straight, his heels 'touched' together, and at the same time the palm of his right hand turned obliquely and placed in front of his temple, a standard old army salute.

The moment He Dongchuan saw this medal clearly, he couldn't contain his uncontrollable emotions. With the clatter of the man's heels, the sound exploded in his mind like the primer of a bullet in the chamber of the gun. He trembled and stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the kind face of the person in front of him who had come out of the smoke of gunpowder...

The sun finally sprinkled on the old man's body without hindrance, caressing his clear face, and penetrating his heart, warming the loneliness and coldness that he had never abandoned in his life...

The scar-faced man left, he came quietly, leaving a medal, without saying a word, maybe he understood that saying anything was superfluous and powerless, so he simply kept respect and silence. Maybe He Dongchuan understands that someone is coming, or maybe the two found the tacit understanding at that moment, which only belongs to the tacit understanding of honor.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the hero is twilight, it is an honor that has been used for decades, but also with life to adhere to and persistent, although it came a little late, but after all, it arrived, for He Dongchuan, it was arrived, there was no sooner or later...

When the cloud arrived, He Dongchuan hugged it and cried happily, Xu evoked the sadness buried deep in his heart, Xu couldn't let go of the robe in the distance, Xu recalled the bravery of his youth, and Xu regretted that he couldn't do his best...

Late at night, the thin old man got up and got out of bed, struggled to dig out a mottled and faded wooden box under the wardrobe, carefully placed everything in it on the desk, and then turned around and went to the bathroom...

He hung Yunlu on his chest, and stroked and touched and touched with his hands. At this moment, there were no wrinkles on his hands, only a few brown spots that showed the domineering of the years.

It was dawn after He Dongchuan finished all this. Dressed neatly, he slowly sat on the reception sofa in the ward, pressed the armrests lightly with both hands, and looked left and right at the non-existent figure in the vacant seat: "Old guys, Dongchuan is here..."

The wind rises outside the window, bringing up a sad song...

In the early morning of the next day, Tanigawa Group received bad news that He Dongchuan, the former chairman of Tanigawa Group, passed away. The He family, who was the first to receive the news, rushed to Chunming Overseas Chinese Hospital as soon as possible...

He Dong was at the door of the ward and saw the old man sitting straight on the sofa in the middle of the ward, smiling and looking ahead. At the beginning of the morning sun, the bright red light shines through the slanted window, reflecting on the peaceful remains of the old man, which makes people awe-inspiring...

He Dong couldn't hold back his grief any longer, and knelt on the floor with his knees limp, choked up and couldn't make a sound...

He Jianmin stopped the others from stepping forward, walked heavily, knelt down in front of the old man, tears raining down...

Two days later, adhering to the old man's last wishes, the funeral was very simple, such a super business giant, such a simple funeral was seriously inconsistent with his status, and it was so simple and hurried that it seemed a little shabby in the eyes of ordinary people. But He Dong insisted on the old man's last wish, and no one dared to give him advice on this matter.

On the day of the farewell of the body, the whole city of Daning was shaken, and the farewell ceremony was attended by retired and incumbent dignitaries, chambers of commerce, non-governmental associations, presidents and directors of various groups who have business dealings with Tanigawa, as well as small and medium-sized entrepreneurs who have been benevolent and supported by He Dongchuan...

In front of the largest funeral parlor square in Daning City, there were people who came to mourn, and He Jianmin, the current chairman of Tanigawa Group, read out the last words of the old man:

"Dongchuan was born in Sichuan Shu in the 12th year of the empire, and before the weak crown, he was admitted to the Beihe Lecture Martial Arts Hall to study the way of restoring the country and strengthening the army with Zhengxiong Gong. In the following year, the border pass was lost, Dongchuan did not learn and did not have skills, and most of the land was not built with Mao Gongrong and Ma Chi, and the places were full of devastation, and the people were not able to make a living... Hate Dongchuan did not do his best, so he killed the knife in his left arm to wake up! If you don't drive out the barbarians, you swear not to survive...

In the 31st year of the empire, Dongchuan accompanied Mao Yuangong to the west to fight against the Japanese, fought hard for several months, and I went to half of the hundreds of thousands of robes, and finally returned with a tragic victory... Alack! The rest of us turned to Yunnan and Burma... Half of them do not exist, Xiyi has more than enough pleasures, and the lack of conquest and pollution is its long...

Out of the miasma, there are thousands left... Dongchuan's heart is like a knife, this is the sorrow of Dahua...

In the autumn of the 33rd year of the empire, my generation did not disgrace the ancestors, did not dishonor the glory of the Dahua soldiers, and the Yunnan-Burma swept away... More than 100 people returned to China...

Dongchuan on the way back touched, sores all over the place, several times want to follow the robe Ze to go, hate not to be able to exhaust the corpse, and have no face to see the robe, the remaining brave empty, dodge the brute wind, the river and the countryside, avoid the winter dew, the remnants of the body to survive so far, is the shame of Dongchuan!

Dongchuan wanders for thousands of miles, the lonely soul sways in a foreign land, the soul of the case has no sleep, and the township has no place to live and hate...

Pao Ze persuaded bitterly, Dongchuan also thought bitterly, and when the country was widowed and the people were poor, he did not dare to die in vain, and left his crippled body to report to his family and country. Then, when the business was transferred, Dongchuan was self-disciplined by Dahua soldiers!

Dongchuan is honest and stupid, fortunately, thanks to the help of imperial dignitaries and friends, there is a small success, all of which are helped by friends, Dongchuan is evil, don't dare to be greedy.

In the year of survival, I hope that the family and country will be prosperous, and the people will be strong and the soldiers will be strong, and I am very gratified. The gunfire is heartless, the scorching is ruthless, and I will not see my robe for a long time, but my comrades are still the same, and the dust will be accompanied by the end, and I will comfort Dongchuan Mi, which is the glory of Dongchuan!

The time will be solid, the past will be solid, the screen is small, the laughter is tears, the pain is scarred, decades have passed, forgivable, not negligent!

Dongchuan only asks for my descendants, not to disgrace the prestige of Dahua's ancestors, and to help Dahuaji to Yongsheng! Be sure to! ”

... ...

The funeral parlor square was filled with mourning. The voices of the reporters of various media trembled, and they tearfully broadcast the confession of this lovely, great, and humble old man:

"Today's empire has lost a hero who has made outstanding achievements in war, worried about the country and the people! Shang Hai has lost a heroic spirit who has worked hard for decades! Society has lost a lovely old man! Jiang Province has even lost a monument to a great man! May the soul of the hero be kept forever, and the soul of the empire will no longer mourn..."

... ...

In the smoked garden coffee and tea shop, the huge LCD screen plays the picture of the funeral of the old man He Dongchuan. They were also infected by this old man who was famous in battle but humble and self-disciplined, and their eyes were red. Then they saw a figure, a stranger who was very familiar.

The prince of the Tanigawa Group, who has been silent, drinks tea and eats snacks at the smoked garden coffee and tea house. He walked in the front in a black collarless tunic, holding a black and white photo frame, and his grief could be stained through the screen...

Inoue stood quietly to the side, staring at the man on the big screen who made his heart flutter. He was emaciated, emaciated, and her sad face inexplicably broke her heart, and fiery tears slipped silently and wet her collar.

Inoue Fuyuan connected the figure of He Dong leaving in a hurry, thinking that he was still complaining because of this, complaining that he hadn't shown up for a long time...

"You have such a great grandfather, so that Xunyuan is really ashamed of himself..."

"Dahua is touched by such a group of heroes..."

Inoue felt the glory and brilliance of a veteran's life, connecting pages of history that were never clear...

Inoue Fuyuan tidied up his clothes, and bowed deeply to the portrait of the old man He Dongchuan on the big screen, and he couldn't afford it for a long time...

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with your son... Fix my spear... enmity with the Son..."

The people drinking tea in the smoke garden shop also stood up solemnly...

I don't know when I know it, and it's the most sultry when I don't know where I am...