Qingyun Bay in the early morning is quiet and serene, and the only thing that can disturb this tranquility is the smoke rising from every house!

Early in the morning, Luo Chaoqian sat on the wide bench by the gate, sorting out the things he had brought from his hometown. He still hasn't let go of his deep nostalgia.

At this moment, the Xue sisters were sleeping soundly like fat pigs, Yue Fengyi was holding Luo Yinghui and snoring like thunder, and Luo Shiliang was waving a sheep's horn hoe in the dewy cornfield, and the hoe poked into the ground, with a powerful voice......

Luo Yingchun was stirring the boiling pig food in front of the big iron pot on the stove with dark circles under her eyes and unkempt hair, she looked decadent; The corn flour flew everywhere, and she stirred it while using her little hands that were stained with ash from the bottom of the pot to throw the falling corn flour into the iron pot.

The small pot next to the big iron pot was tightly covered, and clouds of white gas were squeezed out from the cracks in the lid. This is the porridge cooked by Luo Chaoqian himself, and he has to share the housework for Luo Yingchun.

It was still early, Luo Yingchun washed away all the fatigue and sat side by side with Luo Chaoqian.

"Who are these people?" Luo Yingchun pointed to the brand-new color photograph, which she had never seen before; "I've never seen these people!"

Luo Chaoqian put down the letterhead, smiled and said:

"It's a long story...... "Luo Chaoqian sighed for a long time; Do you remember that I mentioned my comrade-in-arms to you? ”

"Remember! The comrade-in-arms with whom you went into battle to kill the enemy during the war is also from your hometown! Luo Yingchun always kept in mind what Luo Chaoqian said.

"What battle?" Luo Chaoqian asked, lest she forget the experience he was proud of;

"Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea!"

Luo Yingchun replied without hesitation, and Luo Chaoqian was very pleased.

"So, the person in the photo who is about your age and in a wheelchair is your comrade-in-arms?"

Luo Yingchun stared at the photo intently. This film is different from the photos she has seen, and the specific difference is the background in the photo.

In the photo, the sun is shining, the coconut shadows are swaying, the blue water and the milky white waves are intertwined, just like the wonderland she saw from the illustrations in the book; What surprised her the most was that in the corner of the photo, several silver-haired foreigners loomed......

"Clever doll!" Luo Chaoqian smiled even brighter. "It's him, he's my grandfather, my countryman, and my comrade-in-arms! I remember I told you that he was an orphan, and we grew up together, joined the army together, and volunteered ......"

Luo Chaoqian was born in the thirties of the last century, when he was short of food and lack of food, he was hungry all day long, so he was short and yellow; At that time, when people were hungry, they often fed their hunger with leaves and roots; Luo Chaoqian is no exception.

At that time, the most common were the dead, the starving, the pestilence, the orphans who had lost their parents, and the elderly who had no one to take care of them. Liang Qilin is one of them.

Liang Qilin and Luo Chaoqian are the same age and the same village, and the two have been inseparable since they can remember. When he was 10 years old, Liang Qilin's grandparents and parents died of plague, and he became an orphan. If it weren't for the food and care given by the Luo family, Liang Qilin might have been whimpering and mourning; Liang Qilin remembered this kindness.

Until 1949, Luo Chaoqian and Liang Qilin joined the army together, when they were 16 years old, they were incorporated into the same company, crossed the Yalu River together, and went to North Korea.

The battlefield is full of bullets and bullets, filled with gunsmoke, as cruel and ruthless as purgatory on earth, more terrible than the charm and ghost, the slightest carelessness will put your life in danger, and scratches and injuries are commonplace.

If death is a symbol of cruelty on the battlefield, then being captured is a symbol of despair. During the "Fifth Campaign", Luo Chaoqian and Liang Qilin were scattered by gunsmoke, and Luo Chaoqian was shot in the left shoulder and luckily picked up his life, but Liang Qilin was unlucky, and he was captured and sent to the "Geoje Island Prisoner of War Camp"! Luo Chaoqian thought that Liang Qilin had died, so he returned to his hometown directly after the war.

After the armistice agreement was signed, prisoners of war from various countries were repatriated to China one after another, and Liang Qilin went to Taiwan due to some unspeakable helplessness! When they were in the prisoner of war camp, many volunteer prisoners of war were forced to engrave on their chests and arms the "rhetoric" of "great rebellion" and the totem symbolizing "treason", and at the same time, they were also subjected to unspeakable coercion, temptation and inhuman treatment, which made Liang Qilin miserable and in a dilemma!

On the one hand, he is haunted by his hometown and Luo Chaoqian, who is extremely concerned, and on the other hand, he has to take into account the tragic experience that can be imagined after repatriation.

The year after Luo Chaoqian returned to his hometown, he received a letter from Liang Qilin from Taiwan, which surprised him.

Liang Qilin became self-reliant after arriving in Taiwan, and unlike other prisoners of war, he went to the docks to find a job as a coolie to carry goods. In an accident, Liang Qilin met Gu Yuyuan, the only daughter of a wealthy local family. Gu Yuyuan's family is originally from Nanjing, originally a large family in Nanjing, the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, in order to escape the war and the atrocities of the Japanese army, the family fled to Taiwan, and started a business in the local area.

Gu Yuyuan had a love for Liang Qilin from the mainland, and after coming and going, the Gu family couldn't resist Gu Yuyuan, who was bent on going his own way, and accepted Liang Qilin as a son-in-law.

The two have been in correspondence, but the troubled Feng Yonglian offended the local magnates, and Luo Chaoqian had to drag his family and flee overnight, and since then, he has cut off the news with Liang Qilin. The Gu family was on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and had to flee to Los Angeles in the United States in order to escape the enemies in the business field and the debts that were difficult to repay.

After settling down in Los Angeles, Liang Qilin sent one ocean letter after another to Luo Chaoqian, but the building was empty, and the letters were like a stone sinking into the sea, but Liang Qilin never gave up, he firmly believed that Luo Chaoqian was still alive; A few years later, Liang Qilin suffered a fatal car accident, and since then he has lost sensation in his legs, and he has only relied on a wheelchair to travel, and it has become a fantasy to return to China to find relatives......

To this day, Luo Chaoqian accidentally returned to his hometown and found the messenger of the year, although the messenger had long since retired, he still kept most of the letters.

Luo Chaoqian was grateful, he dialed the phone number in the letter in the last ten years, contacted Liang Qilin, and the two confided in each other about the past few decades. Time flies, the stars change, the past time is still yesterday, and the two are crying and sighing on the phone! Liang Qilin sent Luo Chaoqian some photos in an urgent way, and the two left their contact locations; At this point, the eagle of time, which has been hovering for decades, has just arrived on land, and the dust has settled.

"So, Yingchun, he is not only my comrade-in-arms, but also my brother!"

Luo Chaoqian's tone was as heavy as Mount Tai, his eyes were eager, his eyes trembled between the towering mountains in front of the door, and the past seemed to appear in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it into a fist, rubbing it back and forth between the seams of his ball-brushed trousers; Sometimes he opened his palm, sometimes he pulled it into a fist, one by one, as if he was grasping the memories of the past with all his might, vowing to extract those memories into living facts in front of him; It was as if he was denouncing the ruthlessness, the unfortunate fate and the ruthless war of time, pulling it into a fist and driving it out of the clouds.