When Uncle Ding was in his twenties, he had just been married to his wife for less than three years.

War is imminent, the country is calling, Uncle Ding is ready to go to the battlefield, and he and his wife are sorry to say goodbye.

The war was cruel, Uncle Ding watched his comrades die one after another, and he was left alone in the end of the entire battle.

After the war, Uncle Ding was awarded a first-class meritorious service, but he didn't feel honored, he only felt that the medal was stained with the blood of his comrades, and even a second glance was a replay of the painful memories on the battlefield.

So Uncle Ding hurriedly packed his bags and went home, thinking that he could finally reunite with his wife, but when he wanted to return to his hometown, he found that his home had long been in ruins.

It turned out that a mudslide had swept through the area not long ago, and many people had died or disappeared, and his wife, including his elderly parents, was nowhere to be found, and the chances of survival were slim.

Uncle Ding was devastated, his spirit quickly collapsed, and he was in a state of confusion for a month or two, if he hadn't remembered that his comrades-in-arms had asked him to go to his hometown for him before he died, I am afraid that Uncle Ding would have followed his parents and wife.

After setting up a mound for his parents and wife, Uncle Ding found the hometown of his comrades-in-arms and found that the blind old mother of his comrades-in-arms was living a difficult life alone, and she couldn't do without people's care.

It happened that the mother-in-arms of her comrades-in-arms also saw that Uncle Ding had a will to die, so she simply let Uncle Ding live in the village.

Uncle Ding has lived here for almost 40 years.

Sent away the mother-in-arms of his comrade-in-arms, who was no different from his own mother, and Uncle Ding has lived alone and has been lonely until now.

"First-class merit? Where do I deserve it? Everyone in our company is better than me, I'm just lucky to have survived, and each of them will probably be more worthy of this honor than me......

The murmuring sound fell into everyone's ears and could be heard clearly in the silence.

Uncle Ding sat on the small bench, looking into the distance with his lonely eyes, his old rickety body was like a silent entrenched old tree root, obviously scarred, but still rooted in this land.

This scene was honestly recorded by the camera.

The program team outside the camera, including the village committee, was embarrassed.

After getting along with Uncle Ding for many years, the villagers felt even more emotional:

"I didn't expect Uncle Ding to have these stories."

"Is it possible that Uncle Ding's wife is still alive? Aren't we filming a show? Can you help find it? At that time, communications were backward, maybe they were just lost?"

It was proposed with great optimism.

It's a pity that it was quickly poured cold water:

"What if he had died a long time ago? Doesn't that make Uncle Ding, who has accepted reality, tear open his scars?"

This is too plausible for anyone who proposes it.

After all, reality is far more cruel than hope.

And at this time, a soft voice sounded in the camera, determined and full of power:

"Not really."

Everyone looked at each other in unison.

Uncle Ding also looked at Ming Dai sluggishly, not understanding the meaning of her words.

Ming Dai bit her words clearly, looked at Uncle Ding seriously and said:

"Uncle, you said that you don't deserve this honor...... No, you deserve it! It belongs to you, and not only to you, but also to your comrades-in-arms and even the family members who support you silently! You're letting it down when you leave it in the dust!"

Everyone was shocked by Ming Dai's words, for fear that Uncle Ding would be furious because of these words.

And Uncle Ding didn't say anything for a long time, looking sideways into Ming Dai's autumn lake-like eyes, the emotions surging in his eyes seemed to be connected with him, and a switch in his heart that had been silent for many years was turned on, and sadness could no longer be suppressed.

"You're right...... Yes."

Uncle Ding, who was made of steel, choked up.

He clutched the flannel box with one hand and covered his face with the other, and his body twitched slightly.

Silent tears oozed from between your fingers.

Several people behind him were infected by the painful atmosphere on Uncle Ding's body, and their mood became heavy, and they cried even more.

And among them, Shen Qinghe, on the surface, is looking at Uncle Ding, but in fact

His eyes passed by Uncle Ding, and happened to fall on Ming Dai, who was in the same line as Uncle Ding-

Her face carved out of the smooth jade seemed to exude a faint brilliance, her eyes seemed to be half-bent like sadness and joy, and two pills of amber were hidden in them, and the brilliance was inferior to that of a real gem.

It was obviously a familiar face, and he had repeatedly traced it thousands of times in the memory cycle.

But why does it seem so strange and distant?

Like the moon hanging high in the sky, it should be looked up to, not plucked by reaching out.

It seems that in the time she doesn't know, Ming Dai has already transformed, no longer the same she was, she has become better and more dazzling, and more people are moistened by this light. It turns out that the moon is not alone.

A sour taste wells up.

It was as if he had eaten a hundred lemons, and the sour taste turned over his stomach, stirring him upset.

In the end, Shen Qinghe half-closed his eyes slightly, and with his strong willpower, he tried to suppress this feeling.

It's been a while.

Whether it is Uncle Ding or Shen Qinghe, it seems that they are back to normal.

Uncle Ding handed the flannel box to Ming Dai: "It's my old guy who can't see clearly as your little girl, thank you for waking me up." So, can you please help me put this medal on?"

Ming Dai was flattered and waved her hand again and again to refuse.

However, Uncle Ding insisted.

Xiao Bai AY supported Ming Dai to help, and Shen Qinghe did not speak.

Ming Dai couldn't help it, and finally took out the medal, carefully and carefully patted off the dust on it, and put it on Uncle Ding's chest.

And Uncle Ding's body after being destroyed by the years seemed to burst out with amazing spirit, and he raised his hand to salute a standard military salute to the distant mountain, and his body was as tall and majestic as a mountain!

Outside the camera, everyone in the program team and the village committee were moved to tears by this scene.

Someone suddenly sighed: "I seem to understand a little bit that Xiao Bai said that Dai is very lucky, and it is really lucky, even Uncle Ding's story can be dug up by her, and the ratings of this issue will definitely explode!"

"Ratings Ratings! Just know the ratings! Don't you have a moving gene?"

"What's wrong with the ratings? Maybe Uncle Ding's separated family members saw the show and took the initiative to contact him?"

"That's true, but don't say that Dai is lucky."

"What?"

The person who answered the call realized that it was Qian Dao who spoke! Deng Shi was scared!

Director Qian didn't look at their reactions, stared at the camera, and continued with emotion:

"This is not a sentence of luck that can be summed up, it is her kindness and empathy, who relied on her sincerity to impress Uncle Ding and prompt Uncle Ding to take the initiative to speak. Otherwise, why didn't anyone find out the story behind Uncle Ding before this?"

Everyone was speechless.

"Because she's Mingdai, she can do it."

Director Qian thought that he would keep this name in mind in the future.

(End of chapter)