When Kurochi got closer, he realized that it was an old-fashioned radio, probably from the sixties and seventies of the last century. The old man is old, and his eyes are a little difficult to use, so he wears reading glasses that he doesn't usually use much.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Sang Zhi walked into the hall, put the bird's nest porridge in his hand on the coffee table, and looked at the door with a curious face and asked gloriously.

The old man raised his head and saw his granddaughter-in-law coming, and a bright smile appeared on his old face. "Hehe, Zhizhi, you're here, look at Grandpa's radio, how about it? Isn't it very windy? Secretly tell you, this radio is still one step away from being repaired by me, and it will be ready for use right away! ”

When the old man said this, his face was mysterious and joyful, enough to see how much he loved this radio.

Sang Zhi found a vacant seat and sat down, supported his chin with both hands, looked at the radio in the old man's hand very seriously, thought for a while and asked: "Grandpa, what age is it now, you don't need a mobile phone and a computer, why do you have to use such an old-fashioned radio?" ”

Kurozhi said and reached out and touched the radio, trying to see if he would get any dust. But before his fingers could touch it, he was beaten back by the old man.

"Don't touch! Grandpa hasn't fixed it yet! The old man hurriedly put the radio in his arms, as if he was protecting some treasure.

Sang Zhi pursed his lips, picked up the bird's nest porridge and said, "Okay, okay, I don't touch it, I won't touch it!" Grandpa, don't make that thing, sit down and eat the bird's nest porridge I made for you! ”

Hearing Sang Zhi call the baby in his hand a broken thing, the old man was a little unhappy. He slapped the table angrily and said, "Hey, you little rabbit, what do you know?" How dare you desecrate grandpa's treasures! Do you know that this is something that I asked a lot of people to find from the antique market, and it's very precious, not a broken thing! ”

The old man had a straight face and corrected very seriously.

Sang Zhi stuck out his tongue, touched the back of his head and laughed twice, then pointed to the old-fashioned radio and asked suspiciously: "Grandpa, this old-fashioned radio is not very old, do you still need to buy it at the antique market?" And now high-tech electronic products are updated quickly, and this old-fashioned has long been eliminated because of various defects......"

Sang Zhi didn't dare to say anything more when she said this, because she saw that the old man's face was darkening little by little.

"That...... Of course, vintage radios have a bit of vintage radios! For example...... Forehead...... Let's say it's a generational memory! Although it has many flaws compared with today's high-tech products, it has accompanied a certain generation through a very special time, and this time can never go back, so they can only pin their deep thoughts on an object that can represent that era! And the old radio is such a representative object. Hey. ”

Sang Zhi added with a smiling face. Seeing that the old man's face gradually improved, she was relieved.

Putting down the old-fashioned radio in his hand, the old man leaned back on the sofa, deliberately put on a stubborn stinky face and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat!" ”

The old man hadn't taken the initiative to say anything about eating for many days, and today he suddenly had an appetite to ask Sang Zhi for food, and Sang Zhi was about to jump up happily.

Sang Zhi held the bowl, trotted over and sat next to the old man, took the spoon, and sent spoonful of bird's nest to the old man's mouth, and the fragrant bird's nest overflowed the whole mouth.

After eating a bowl of bird's nest porridge, the old man smashed his mouth with endless aftertaste. Sang Zhi was very considerate to wipe his mouth with a tissue, and asked very obediently: "Grandpa, do you still want to eat, there is still in the pot."

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he would not eat.

"Grandpa is old, his appetite is not very good, and he eats too much and can't digest it."

Sang Zhi nodded and asked the old man if he wanted to help him go outside. As the saying goes, if you take a hundred steps after a meal, you will live to ninety-nine. Especially for the elderly, going outside after eating helps digestion and exercise, which is a very good choice.

But the old man still refused. He looked at the old-fashioned radio in the corner of the coffee table, and he was going to fix it.

Sang Zhi had no choice but to cling to him.

Suddenly thinking of the old man saying that this thing was bought from some antique market, Sang Zhi was a little curious, the old man's legs and feet were not very convenient, and it was impossible to go all the way to the antique market to buy a radio and come back. So who bought this radio back and gave it to the old man?

Sang Zhi asked this question, and the old man smiled and said that he was a soldier who often came to bring him food. The old man showed him a picture of the radio, and then asked him to find a way to buy the exact same. Originally, the old man didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect that the little soldier really bought it back for himself.

It didn't take long for the old man to fix the radio, and he turned it on excitedly, and he could receive a lot of radio stations, and the old man nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't help but praise: "Not bad, not bad!"

Sang Zhi asked the old man why he had to find a radio of this shape, and the old man said that he had lost such a radio when he was young, and he regretted it for a long time at that time. It's just that there were too many things in the army later, and he quickly forgot about it. A few days ago, when I was flipping through something, I suddenly turned to a photo, and the old man remembered the tape recorder he lost when he was young, so he asked people to help him find it.

The old man found a foreign program while talking, and then stopped and leaned on the sofa to listen comfortably.

"Grandpa, can you understand?" Sang Zhi listened to the sound of chattering in the show, and looked at the old man with some curiosity and asked.

The old man shook his head. Before he could say anything, Sang Zhi burst out laughing.

"If you don't understand, why do you have to listen to it? Do you want me to get you another one? ”

When the old man heard that he was going to change the program, he hurriedly waved his hand, and the old man's voice revealed a sense of helplessness and stubbornness: "Don't change it!" Where do I want to understand, an old man, I just want to find out how I felt at the beginning. There are many radio stations in China that are gone, and some have been revised, but this one is the only station that allows me to find the feeling of my youth......"

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't know if he was tired, but he closed his eyes.

Sang Zhi thought that the old man was sleepy, and as soon as he said whether he wanted to help him to sleep, he heard the old man say: "Zhizhi, when I go over there, remember to burn this radio to me." That way, I will be able to listen to the radio with your grandmother. ”

Sang Zhi thought that the old man was talking nonsense, so he snorted a few times and asked the old man not to talk nonsense.

For a long time, I didn't get a response from the old man.

Mulberry Zhi was frightened and quickly stood up and walked to the old man. Touching his snort and the arteries in his wrist respectively, the mulberry branch jumped to the heart of his throat and eyes before he landed.

Sang Zhi ran out and called Men Shaoting and asked him to come over and help carry the old man to the bed.

In fact, she can come by herself, but her strength is not strong enough, for fear of hurting the old man.

When Sang Zhi ran back to the living room, he suddenly found that the old man was looking at him, and he was startled.

"Grandpa, aren't you asleep?" Sang Zhi asked, touching his strongly beating chest.

"I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes for a while." The old man replied.

Sang Zhi nodded, walked to the old man's side and helped him up: "Grandpa, I'll help you go back to the room to rest!"

The old man did not refuse, but told Sang Zhi not to forget to take the tape recorder to his bedroom.

After sending the old man back to the room, Sang Zhi put the radio in front of his bed according to the instructions, covered the quilt, and watched the old man fall asleep before he was relieved to leave.

Men Shaoting didn't know when he was already standing behind Sang Zhi, looking at the old man who was sleeping on the bed, Men Shaoting sighed softly.

I just received instructions from above, I will go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to carry out a secret mission in the past two days, and then come back, I don't know if the old man is still alive.

On the way back, Men Shaoting kept tightening his eyebrows and didn't speak. Sang Zhi could see that he had something on his mind, so he asked him what was wrong.

Men Shaoting said that he was going to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to carry out a mission. This mission is unlike any of the previous ones, or even more dangerous than all previous missions combined. Even if you come back alive, I don't know if I can see the old man again.

After Men Shaoting expressed his concerns, Sang Zhi panicked all of a sudden, and immediately grabbed Men Shaoting's hand to dissuade him: "Shaoting, can you not go!" In such a dangerous place, why did you send you to know that you would die for a lifetime? Isn't this a death sentence? ”

Sang Zhi looked at Men Shaoting anxiously, how much he wished he could nod and promise not to go, but he was still speechless.

Sang Zhi was in a hurry, and the hand holding the door Shaoting tightened.

"Shaoting! Our children are still young, in case you have any three strengths and two weaknesses, how will I live with my children in the future! And grandpa, he's old, maybe he'll be ...... when Can't you just go and spend the last time with your grandfather? ”

Although Sang Zhi's voice had convinced him properly, the young court was still not moved.

"Zhizhi, I'm sorry, this mission is very important, I must go!" Men Shaoting's tone was firm. No one can change what he decides.

Sang Zhi was a little desperate, but she didn't give up, she wanted to make a final struggle.

"Shaoting! There are so many people in your special forces, why do you have to go when you know that it is a mission to send you to death?

Sang Zhi lost his mind a little.

Men Shaoting was taken aback by Sang Zhi's words, he didn't expect Sang Zhi to say such a thing!

A wave of anger rushed up in his heart, and Men Shaoting's face turned red. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said a few words: "I know that it is a fire pit, and I still want to push others down, am I still human!"

"Then you can't jump down on your own! You're not alone, you and I have children, and so many relatives, if something happens to you, what will you do with us? ”

As Sang Zhi spoke, tears were about to fall.

Men Shaoting held back the anger in his heart, and tried his best to calm his tone: "I'm not the only one who has relatives."

After speaking, Men Shaoting walked away without looking back.

Mulberry screamed his name in despair behind him, but he never looked back.

That night, Men Shaoting didn't even sleep in the bedroom, and he didn't know what to do in the study alone.