Fenghai Cemetery has 2 cemeteries, No. 1 and No. 2, and the No. 1 area is buried by ordinary people, but the No. 2 area is different, and most of the people buried there are people who have made great contributions. Wang Mo didn't actually know this.

Looking at the young photo held in the woman's hand, Wang Mo's heart was very uncomfortable.

He was very attentive and did not directly overtake the funeral procession. Instead, he pulled Su Weiwei behind them. This is the easiest way for Wang Mo to say goodbye to a hero as a passerby.

After a long time, the funeral procession turned a corner, but Wang Mo still saluted the procession.

"People are really small in this life!" Wang Mo shook his head, not knowing whether he was talking about it for himself or Su Weiwei.

Su Weiwei didn't speak, but held Wang Mo's hand tighter, maybe this is better than silence at this time, and sometimes silence can make people understand the feelings of the person concerned.

The funeral procession stopped at a cemetery, the woman was already crying, and the father of the child was crying bitterly with his mother in his arms.

But as a man, he can't fall, even if it's the tragedy of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, he still can't fall, because he is the pillar of this family. What I have to do is to support my family in the middle of a broken liver and intestines.

With a few gunshots, there was an unsung hero in the No. 2 cemetery.

"Alas~ There is another young lonely soul in the No. 2 cemetery!"

I don't know when the mausoleum keeper appeared behind him.

He smoked a dry cigarette, and his dark skin had many folds, like an apple that was about to rot.

The old man smoked a few puffs of dry cigarettes, looking at the funeral procession not far away, there was no light in his eyes, perhaps he was used to seeing life and death, just like a doctor in a hospital. Life and death may have been numb to these people long ago.

"Cemetery No. 1 is over there!" The old man squatted on the ground and smoked a few puffs of dry tobacco, still looking at the funeral procession and said to Wang Mo.

The old man didn't look at Wang Mo, as a mausoleum keeper for 30 years, it seems that few people will come to Mausoleum No. 2, and there are not even a few people who are "asleep" here, and they may not only pay their lives for society.

"Old man, we are here to pay tribute to our relatives in Cemetery No. 2!" Wang Mo said very seriously.

When the old man heard this, he suddenly stopped his hand that was smoking a dry cigarette, and he turned his head and squinted at Wang Mo, which made Wang Mo feel that his eyes were terrifying.

"You mean? This? The old man pointed to his feet with a dry cigarette.

"Yes!" Although Wang Mo was afraid, he was very determined.

"Looking for whom?" The old man stopped smoking again.

"I'm looking for Gao Zhengye."

"Ahem~~~" The old man seemed to be choked by the smoke.

He turned around and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Wang Mo saw the curiosity of the old man from the eyes of the old man, the old man in front of him looked like he should be 90 years old, but from his spirit and mentality, he had the temperament of being a soldier.

"I... My name is Wang Mo! It's..."Wang Mo felt that he didn't know how to introduce himself.

Gao Zhengye is still the former boss for himself.

As for whether it was his own father, he was also guided by the system to come here.

But there was a light on the old man's face, even if Wang Mo didn't know why the old man asked who he was after hearing that he was looking for Gao Zhengye. And when he said his name, why did there be a light in the old man's eyes.

The old man stood up and coughed a few times, he looked at Su Weiwei beside Wang Mo, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.

Su Weiwei was startled by the old man's smile, on the one hand, the old man did not have a tooth, and on the other hand, she saw that the old man had a deep knife wound on his neck.

The stab wound was shocking. It almost cut the old man's neck, and the knife wound looked at least forty or fifty years old, but it still made people feel terrible.

Wang Mo also found out that Su Weiwei was hiding behind Wang Mo, and Wang Mo smiled when he looked at the old man.

The old man didn't care what they thought of him, but led the way directly.

Many of the tombs in Mausoleum 2 do not have photographs, not even names, and some are simply numbered.

Wang Mo was puzzled, the old man seemed to know the doubts in Wang Mo's heart.

"There are many people here who don't have names, some of them can't have names, and some don't know their names, just like this one, the ones who sleep in it are my former comrades-in-arms!" The old man pointed to a cemetery, which looked a little old. "They don't have names!"

"Comrade-in-arms?" Wang Mo was curious, because he originally felt that the old man did not look simple.

"Grandpa, you should be 90, right? Aren't your comrades-in-arms..."

"It's going to be 100 next year, that's right, the people who fell asleep there were all the little devils who killed them at that time. They were smaller than you when they left. You should have 25, right? When the old man talked about his comrades-in-arms, his stiff tone was a little moved.

Wang Mo instantly admired the old man in front of him: "Grandpa, you are a big hero!" This is Wang Mo's heartfelt words. For him, the old man in front of him is indeed an out-and-out hero.

"What a hero, the heroes are lying inside, if I can, I will definitely accompany them back then!" When it comes to the past, the old man is still very remorseful.

The old man didn't want to mention the things of that year, but he had to do it.

The encounter of that year caused their small detachment to be surrounded, but at that time, the people were ready to fight for the sake of everyone in the country, and he remembered that he needed to send a very important piece of information at that time, and his comrades died together with a group of invaders in order to cover their departure.

And the knife wound on his neck was also encountered by the Japanese Invaders, who were only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, and they killed 2 invaders by themselves.

The wound on his neck is not a wound for him, it is a symbol of glory, because he is a bloody man, because it is a wound for the country.

Here are his memories, and later he turned down a good life in order to accompany the people here.

There are not only their comrades-in-arms here, but also their relatives who can't let go.

"Grandpa, you are the greatest person!" Su Weiwei was not afraid, she admired what the old man said.

The people of that era, their beliefs, their kind of blood, for today's people they are an example worth learning, and they are also the real heroes in their hearts.

The old man smiled again after listening to Su Weiwei's words. He slowly turned his head: "Do you really think so little doll?" ”

Su Weiwei nodded heavily, no longer afraid.

The old man smiled again and took a puff of dry cigarette: "It's ahead!" ”

The old man pointed to the front, there were names on the tombstones in this area, and even a few Wang Mo could still call out their names.

There is an old man who collects waste for a living, but he has sponsored more than 300,000 students in 20 years by pedaling a tricycle. Even Wang Mo clearly remembered that he had been helped by him.

There was also a doctor who operated on a patient for 48 hours in a row, and finally died of exhaustion on the operating table...

This piece is all ordinary people, but it is such ordinary people who have done many things that are not ordinary, even great.