readx;?“ Let him say. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Tang Wan repeated again, "Trust me, let him finish his words!"

I struggled for a moment, but Tang Wan's fingers tightened and restrained me again.

Aunt Guan was invited by me, and if the "old man" keeps talking, I am afraid that Aunt Guan will be injured because of this.

"Tang Wan, don't hurt Aunt Guan!" I whispered.

"Trust me, believe me, I don't have the slightest malice, I just want the truth to come to light. Tang Wan explained hurriedly.

"Well, I believe you. I overcame my hesitation and nodded to her.

"Thank you. Tang Wan let out a long breath and slowly let go of her hand.

In fact, she didn't need to explain it to me, because her strength was above mine, and I was powerless to resist except to speak. She took the time to explain that it was to save face for me, and at the same time to build a bridge of trust between us.

"Seniors, please keep talking, the younger generations want to know, what was the situation of the battle of the pontoon bridge in Luokou Town on the winter solstice of 1937, and what was the outcome?" Tang Wan said loudly.

I know that Jinan officially fell under the Japanese hooves on the 27th of the month, and the official naturally retreated defenselessly, but the non-governmental anti-Japanese national salvation organizations have several times in Luokou Town, Xiaoqing River in the north of Jinan to block the Japanese invaders, leaving a lot of stories of eggs hitting stones and tragic martyrdom.

The "old man" did not answer immediately, but sighed leisurely for seven or eight breaths, and then said with embarrassment: "The Chinese masters will win one-on-one against the enemy, one against ten, one against ten, one against hundred, they will win, and one against a thousand, they will all die." In that battle, I successively used methods such as arranging formations, burying mines, traps, nest crossbows, and rolling stones to kill more than 100 enemies, and ambushed in the reeds and mire, killing more than 100 enemies. After that, I broke the enemy head-on in the middle of the pontoon bridge and killed more than 100 enemies ......."

This passage suddenly woke me up, and I had vaguely guessed the identity of the "old man", because when I was a child, my eldest brother once told me an exciting story, in which a Chinese master who lived in seclusion once inflicted heavy damage on the invading devils on the Yellow River with a thousand dollars.

From the time I can remember until my eldest brother's tragic death, he told me the story at least hundreds of times, and repeatedly emphasized that this was a real event that had never been recorded in history, no one watched the battle, no one took photographs, and no one visited the name of the master. Historical classics can't speak, people are doing, the sky is watching, and all the Xia family members must always remember the hero of the No. 1 Tianzi in Huaxia Shenzhou.

Tang Wan listened carefully, her eyes fixed on Aunt Guan's face.

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go. I still remember that day, when the clouds were dense and snowy, the wind was cold, and between heaven and earth, there was darkness and slaughter. On the north bank of the Yellow River, the Japanese invaders' thousands of troops and horses were in a strong formation, but they could not stop me from clashing back and forth alone, killing the good hands of the 'One Knife Stream'. It was the war I had been looking forward to for a long time, and the Japanese invaders had humiliated me for a long time, and no one in China had been in China for a long time, and I was a big country, so how could there be only one Qi Jiguang who could destroy the Japanese invaders? Only one Lin Zexu could sell cigarettes in Humen?" said the "old man."

Tang Wan clasped her hands into fists and bowed deeply.

I didn't move, but my eyes were already wet.

In today's era, "patriotism" has become a ridiculed "high-profile" behavior, everyone is running up and down for money and fame, all people are profiteers, and they can't afford to make profits early, and most people have left behind the books of sages and etiquette and education, and are bent on chasing fame and fortune.

Although I have no money, no power, no power, and no door, I love this country in my heart. From 1937 to the present, it is only 80 years, and if we forget so quickly the tragic past of the country being bullied and the people being enslaved, then we will inevitably repeat the mistakes of the past and be involved in the cycle of history again.

To put it bluntly, we Chinese don't love China, who will love China?

Therefore, I am deeply in awe of the strong patriotism shown in the words of the "old man", and I am ashamed of myself. In China in 1937, if all the people were soldiers and the whole country resisted Japan, how could there be an incredible scene of plaster flags planted all over half of China?

If this "old man" was once an anti-Japanese hero, he would naturally be worthy of the respect of future generations, but he was an illegal "soul" living in another state, which is regrettable to think about.

"Senior, what about the outcome of the battle?" Tang Wan also sighed.

"Yes, of course...... Yes, of course...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......ahem, "The old man" coughed again.

"I know who he is. I told Tang Wan gloomily.

When I was a child, I didn't understand it, and I thought that my eldest brother was telling a story in a book, but now that I am an adult, I understand why my eldest brother said those things.

The rising star of any family will be proud of the great heroes who have appeared in their own family, and use this as an example to work hard in order to shine the lintel. I have checked the genealogy, going back to three generations, my great-grandfather Xia Shenzhou happened to live in the turbulent era from the entry of the Eight-Nation Alliance into Beijing to the southward movement of the Japanese devils, and he followed Chairman Han on the battlefield from a young age -- only he can tell the old stories that the "old man" said.

Tang Wan nodded: "I know it too, but I'm really ashamed that I didn't realize it earlier." This senior is—"

"Shangshen Xiazhou, he is my grandfather. I said.

Tang Wan was overshadowed: "That's right, I also judge the same." ”

My great-grandfather Xia Shenzhou left very little information for the family, except for the ones that my eldest brother told me, the broken Xia family tree also contained some yellowed letters, which intermittently mentioned his experience of following Chairman Han to fight in the north and south.

Now, I seriously doubt that Tang Wan has investigated the history of my family, otherwise if Pingshui meets, how can she know everything about the past of the Xia family's ancestors.

"It's a pity that my skills are too shallow to save him, and I can't guide this matter in a good direction. Tang Wan sighed.

Humans know very little about the world of the soul, and although they hear the "old man" speak, they have no way to help him.

The coughing of the "old man" stopped, and he gasped for breath a dozen times before he could barely continue: "That battle...... I went with the determination to die and die for my country, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one. If the friends in the south and east of the city can come to help me as promised, maybe we will be able to wipe out the elite of the Kwantung Army. It's a pity, it's a pity, in Jinan, where the national disaster is at the head and the family is ruined, all the bloody men have changed into shrunken turtles and hid in the city until the city is broken and let the Japanese slaughter them...... It's not a pity for me to die, but it's a pity that the good people of my Jinan City are all hanging upside down...... Because of this concern, I don't even know if I'm alive or dead, and I've been in a state of confusion until now...... Now, now it's good, the world is peaceful and prosperous, the country and the people are safe, the people are living a good life, and the sky in Jinan is completely clear......"

Aunt Guan's voice didn't appear for a long time, but I knew that it was impossible for Grandpa's soul to occupy this body for a long time. There will always be a moment when he will disappear, and the official lady is still the official lady, and it is impossible to change from a woman to a man.

"Grandpa!" I fell to my knees, unable to cry.

Since 1937, countless revolutionary soldiers and heroic ancestors have fought bloody battles for the liberation of Jinan and the whole of China, exchanging their lives for today's good situation. Grandpa Tai is a real unsung hero, except for the descendants of our Xia family who can vaguely remember him, the people of Jinan have long forgotten that scene, let alone who Xia Shenzhou is.

My kneeling is a respect for my ancestors, and it is also a reverence for a true anti-Japanese hero to make up for the past.

When I was moved by what my grandfather said, Tang Wan could still ask calmly: "Senior, can you give us some hints, every year when you worship during the Qingming Festival, you must go to your grave to offer incense and sacrifice." ”

I wiped my eyes and raised my eyes to look at Aunt Guan, of course, that was equivalent to looking at my great-grandfather Xia Shenzhou.

Since his soul is here, where is his body buried?

"I'm ......" Aunt Guan's body suddenly moved, and she lowered her head and looked around.

"Where?" Tang Wan asked.

"There are maples everywhere, and I saw cherry blossom trees planted all over the yard outside, with wooden signs on the branches of the trees to pray for blessings. The "old man" responded.

"Is it actually in Japan?" Tang Wan asked again.

Cherry blossoms and prayer signs are immediately reminiscent of Japan, and Japan's Kasugano cherry blossoms have become a popular sight for tourists from all over the world. Every April, many tourists in Shandong go straight to Japan by boat or plane to enjoy the beautiful scenery of cherry blossoms in full swing.

"I don't know, but how could I come to such a place that smells of the Japanese?" said the "old man" to himself.

Try to think about it, when Grandpa Tai fought against the "One Knife Stream" alone, he would definitely be brought back to Japan to do other research after failure. When his body left China and was transported to the island country of Dongying, his soul was of course trapped for the rest of his life.

"It's dawn, the rooster crows......" The original voice suddenly appeared in the mouth of the official lady.

There are no chickens in Jinan City, but "dawn" and "rooster crow" are the same signal, representing the night passing, the day is coming, and those souls who can only sneak in the night must leave.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer-" Tang Wan shouted in a low voice, took a step closer, and grabbed the pulse of Aunt Guan's right wrist.

"When the day dawns, who can stop the sun from rising? Aunt Guan continued.

She didn't raise her hand to break free of Tang Wan's five fingers, but her voice was extremely depressed, as if she had realized what had just happened.

Tang Wan's five fingers of his right hand swept all the way up along Aunt Guan's arm, until he reached the shoulder joint, paused, and let go.

"How's it going?" I realized that something was wrong.

"I couldn't find him. Tang Wan replied.

"Aunt Guan, where is my grandfather's soul?" I pinned all my hopes on Aunt Guan.

Aunt Guan frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly turned to the hospital bed.

"Where I am, why am I a little confused?" Tang Wan was shocked.

With all the contents of the cloth bag scattered on the bed, she picked up a small sewing kit made of flannel cloth and pulled out three rusty sewing needles from it.

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