Chaos, darkness, after the shell landed next to him and exploded, the whole person lost consciousness, I don't know how long it has been, it seems that more than a century has passed, and it seems that only a few seconds have passed, Xia Yuan only feels that the whole person is groggy, his head hurts faintly, and his eyelids seem to be hung with a lead ball, which is difficult to open.

He was stiff and unable to move, and could faintly hear someone talking.

Suddenly, a pair of hands rested on top of him...... There seemed to be another cute voice in his ears calling to him, Xia Yuanmeng sat up, and his eyes opened suddenly, like a drowning person, greedily breathing air.

The walls are white and the lights are warm.

There was no concussion after the explosion of a whistling shell, no whizzing sound of a bullet passing overhead, no scorched earth, shrapnel mixed with mud, positions littered with enemy and volunteer corpses, only soft beds, warm quilts, bright lights, reflective mirrors.

"Little sister..."

Xia Yuan saw his sister standing in front of him, and his expression suddenly flickered.

The little sister pouted and said with a disgusted face: "Brother, it's eleven o'clock, you're still sleeping, it's time for lunch." ”

In her left hand she holds a white porcelain bowl containing a bowl of fragrant rice, and in her right hand a plate with a piece of marinated pig's trotters, some fried small fish and crispy meat, and some cold lotus roots.

Seeing that the elder brother's eyes were a little dull, the little sister said: "Brother, you are still sleepy, get up quickly, I turned on the heating in your house, take a rest, and have dinner." ”

Putting the food on the bedside table, the little sister jumped away, and when she left, she gently closed the door.

Grunt... There was a feeling of hunger in his stomach, like a person who hadn't eaten for several days, smelling the tempting aroma of rice, Xia Yuan didn't even wear clothes, picked up the rice naked, ate it in a big gulp, ate a few bites of rice, reached out and grabbed the pig's trotters, and gnawed it.

Nibbling and gnawing, tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and the tears were bitter and salty.

His heart was throbbing, he put down the pig's trotters, lay on the bed under the quilt, and cried bitterly.

The scenes of Shangganling kept flashing in my mind.

I came back, but those who sacrificed stayed on the land of Shangganling forever.

Maybe he was tired of crying, maybe he was hungry, Xia Yuan ate all the rice and a plate of vegetables, and stood in front of the window in a daze after eating, this was the first time he didn't feel the joy of returning, and it was also the first time that he felt that the world in front of him was so strange.

There seemed to be the sound of gunfire ringing in my ears.

Xia Yuan knew that he was out of touch with the world in front of him, so he quietly looked out the window.

The atmosphere of the New Year is not over yet, there are lanterns and couplets hanging on the flower beds in the community, children in new clothes are holding red envelopes in their hands to show off to the people around them, adults are running to tell each other, saying happy New Year to each other, they hand over the gifts in their hands, their faces are filled with a happy smile of the New Year, Xia Yuan seems to see their new expectations in the new year.

"If they were still alive, it would be very gratifying to see such a picture."

Xia Yuan pursed his lips, and his mind still remembered the soldiers who died in front of his eyes, they did not live a good life for a day, but they were fighting to be able to live a good life, giving their young lives.

The images in front of me and the images in my mind are intertwined.

The images of the soldiers in the tunnel encouraging each other and cheering each other on are still echoing in my mind, their dark, mud-stained faces with hope for the future, and gradually, the picture finally freezes in front of me.

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"It's the world they want, but it's the world we hate."

Xia Yuan remembered a sentence he had accidentally seen one day.

'If you feel that your country is not good, you go and build it. If you think the government is not good, you go to the civil service examination to become an official. If you feel that the people are not qualified, start with you to be a high-quality citizen. If you feel that your fellow citizens are ignorant, start with you to learn and change the people around you, instead of blindly insulting, complaining, and fleeing. Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow.

'The place where you stand is your China; What you do, what happens to China; China is what you are; If you are bright, China will not be dark. ’

Xia Yuan muttered: "This is the world they exchanged their lives for, even if there are many bad ones, it is a world that they dream of, and even are willing to sacrifice their lives for it. ”

He has experienced it, so he will understand what this pain in his heart is for.

Sitting in front of the window for a long time, Xia Yuan eased up.

However, he didn't check the receipt of the system, but decided to put the matter aside, and after brushing the bowl, he took his little sister to the supermarket to buy some spirits, chicken, duck, fish, and fine Chinese cigarettes.

The little sister asked him, "Brother, don't you drink alcohol?" ”

Xia Yuan drove the car and said, "It's not for my brother to drink." ”

He looked at the road ahead and looked at the sky in the distance, as if he was saying to himself, as if he was saying to them, but he was saying to his little sister: "This is for them to drink, they haven't eaten these things, today is the New Year, let them taste it too, this is the world they exchanged their lives for, we should do something." ”

The little sister nodded as if she didn't understand, a little bit I didn't understand what my brother said.

Xia Yuan called his parents, saying that he was taking his little sister out to play for two days, and his parents agreed and asked him to take care of his little sister.

Putting down the phone, Xia Yuan drove the car onto the highway.

drove until the evening, the car got off the highway, and found a hotel in Ningliaoyang Shen to live in temporarily, and the next day, Xia Yuan bought some chrysanthemums in the flower shop, filled the entire trunk and back seat, and spent a lot of money, but Xia Yuan felt that the money was worth it.

The martyr's cemetery of Liao Shen seems a little cold at the beginning of the year, you can't see a person, but it looks very solemn, the flower beds on both sides are neatly repaired, the road surface is wide, a piece of stone tablet stands on the top of the mountain, and the square in the middle is a huge stone tablet.

Xia Yuan gave the chrysanthemums to the little sister and said, "Ning Ning, go and distribute these chrysanthemums to your grandfathers." ”

The little sister looked at Xia Yuan with a puzzled expression.

Xia Yuan squatted on the ground, separated the chrysanthemums one by one, put a chrysanthemum in front of a stone tablet, and said: "Under these stone tablets, there is a hero buried, you can call them grandpa." ”

The little sister nodded as if she didn't understand, jumped up and down holding the chrysanthemum, and put a chrysanthemum in front of each stone tablet.

Chrysanthemums represent remembrance.

Looking at the back of the little sister, Xia Yuan stood up, turned on the cigarette he was carrying, put one in front of their tomb, and poured some wine on the ground.

Xia Yuan looked at the stone tablets in front of him, and his heart was full of feelings.

Ordinary people may not understand the cruelty of that Great Patriotic War, he experienced it, so he understands.

Bitter, too bitter.

It is precisely because they have endured hardships that the next generation can suffer less.

"We're done fighting, and the next generation won't have to."

"For the Motherland! For victory! ”

"Behind us is the Motherland, how can we retreat!"

"Do you see the homeland of the North Korean people? Do you also want our motherland to become like this? ”

"Even if we die, we will push the enemy back!"

"Even if you are dead, we will use our corpses to slow down the enemy's advance!"

......

There are not a few people in the martyrs' cemetery, it looks a little desolate, but you can't feel a trace of desolate atmosphere, there is a huge stone tablet standing in the square, with the book 'The martyrs of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea are immortal', and there are some beautiful garlands placed below, swinging with the breeze.

Xia Yuan put the things he bought under the stele, looked at the stele in front of him, and said, "You sacrificed, but I survived, don't worry, I will continue to move forward with your faith." ”

Although it is from different eras, Xia Yuan's soul has been left in Shangganling, the more brutal the battle, the more it can inspire people's fighting spirit, the more full of faith, the stronger the soldiers' will to fight, he became a veteran from ignorance in Changjin Lake, and found his own faith and soul on Shangganling.

For him, he is not a hero, just an ordinary person. Those who sacrificed were heroes, they were ordinary people, but they did things that even God could not do.

When I took my little sister to visit the cemetery, I met an old man over 100 years old, with gray hair, a thin figure, the clothes on his body were relatively shabby, and he was carrying a cloth bag in his hand.

His figure was no longer so straight, and he seemed to want to try to support his body, the burden of life and the years bent his crest, and when he raised his head, he put the cloth pocket on the ground, squatted down and took out a piece of food from the cloth pocket.

The old man saw the chrysanthemums, wine, cigarettes and all kinds of meat placed under the stone stele, looked up and looked around, and found Xia Yuan and Xia Xiaomei not far away, he took out the food in the cloth pocket and put it under the stone stele.

Xia Yuan noticed the old man, he glanced at it from time to time, and found that the old man's clothes were shabby, obviously it was winter, and he was still wearing yellow liberation shoes on his feet, and the food he took out was marinated pork belly.

Xia Yuan looked at him, asked the little sister to play by herself, and walked forward and asked, "Old man, you took out such a good meat, don't you eat it yourself?" ”

The old man looked at Xia Yuan, smiled, and said, "Eat, why don't you eat." ”

He withdrew his gaze from Xia Yuan, looked at the huge stone tablet in front of him, and said: "But I know that I can eat meat because of the sacrifices of these people, without the sacrifices of these people, where can we eat meat, so I keep the best meat and let them eat it during the New Year." ”

The old man glanced at Xia Yuan and said, "When they sacrificed, some of them were younger than you, and they might not even know the taste of pork belly. ”

Xia Yuan looked at the stone tablet in front of him, immortality was so dazzling in his eyes, he nodded and said, "Yes, when many of them died, they were only in their early twenties. ”

There was a vicissitudes in his eyes, which was the gaze of looking at the sunset on Shangganling, but it became firm again.

The old man felt that the young man in front of him was very strange, there was an indescribable feeling, the sense of aura revealed by his body, with a fierce murderous aura, which was crawling out of the pile of dead people, this feeling, the old man could only feel from the soldiers in the army who were on the front line.

But looking at the young man in front of him, who looked like he was only in his early twenties, it was strange why he had such a temperament.

The old man looked at the things under the stele and asked, "You bought all these things?" ”

Xia Yuan nodded and said, "We have lived a happy life, but they haven't yet. It's New Year, bring them some delicious food. ”

The old man looked at the unfrequented martyr's cemetery and said, "I have a heart." There aren't many young people like you anymore. ”

Xia Yuan smiled, "In every generation, there will be a group of people who work hard for our motherland, and there will be no fewer such people, only more and more." ”

The old man nodded, looked at the wine on the ground, and said, "Young man, you have a very good appetite for me, sit down and drink some, it just so happens that I have brought a lot of meat." ”

Xia Yuan scratched his head and said, "I'm still driving." ”

"It's okay, the car is here, who dares to steal it."

The old man blew his beard and glared, found a step and sat down, picked up a bottle of liquor on the ground, and muttered: "Old fellows, the offspring is very good, and has brought you something, so I will not be polite to you." ”

He took the wine apart, picked up a marinated chicken next to him, and shouted, "Young man, come and eat." ”

Xia Yuan glanced at the little sister, motioned for her to play in the cemetery, and sat next to the old man.

"Don't dislike the old man."

"No, it won't."

Xia Yuan could feel the same temperament as himself from him.

After sitting down, he also brought a bottle of wine, and the two of them were not too dirty, sitting on the ground, eating braised chicken and drinking wine. The sun shone on the old and the young, as if it was a collision of fate, behind them, stood a stone tablet, each stone tablet with a name written on it, a little girl passed between the stone tablets, she held a chrysanthemum, with a bright smile on her face.

Although it is a deserted martyr's cemetery, it seems to be lively at this moment.

I faintly heard the sound of laughter, and there was relief in the voice.

The little sister was tired of playing, she sat next to the old and the young, Xia Yuan dragged a chicken leg for the little sister to eat, and after a while, she ate a mouthful of oil, the old man wiped her mouth very intimately, and looked at the little sister's eyes with doting.

Two bottles of wine, a chicken, soon the stomachs of the two of them, Xia Yuan drank in a daze, lay on the ground, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and heard the old man's voice in his ears.

"What's your name?"

"Xia Yuan."

Xia Yuan replied, paused, and he also asked the old man, "What about you." ”

"Feng Ji!"