The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 193 This is the world they expected, but the world we despise.

Chaos and darkness, after the shell fell beside him and exploded, he lost consciousness. He didn't know how long it had passed. It seemed that more than a century had passed, and it seemed that only a few seconds had passed. Xia Yuan only felt that his whole body was Drowsy, with a dull pain in his head, his eyelids seemed to be hung with a shot put, and it was difficult to open them.

His whole body was stiff, unable to move, and he could vaguely hear someone talking in his ear.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on him. There seemed to be another cute voice calling out to him. Xia Yuan jerked up and sat up. His eyes opened suddenly, like a drowning person, greedy breathing air.

The walls are white and the lighting is warm.

There is no shock after the howling shell explodes, no whizzing sound when the bullet passes through the top of the head, no piece of scorched earth, the shrapnel is mixed with mud, there are positions of enemy corpses and volunteer corpses everywhere, and some only have soft beds, warm Quilts, bright lights, reflective mirrors.

"Little sister."

When Xia Yuan saw his younger sister standing in front of him, his expression suddenly became dazed.

The little girl pouted and said with a look of disgust, "Brother, it's already eleven o'clock, and you're still asleep. It's time for lunch."

She held a white porcelain bowl in her left hand, which contained a bowl of fragrant rice, and a plate in her right hand, on which was a piece of marinated pig's trotter, some fried small fish and crispy meat, and some cold lotus root .

Seeing that the elder brother's gaze was a little dull, the younger sister said: "Brother, you are still sleepy, get up quickly, I will turn on the heating in your room, take a rest, and eat."

Putting the food on the table next to the bed, the little girl bounced away, and before leaving, she gently closed the door.

There was a sense of hunger in Gulu Gulu's stomach, like someone 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, and ate it in big mouthfuls Got up, took a few mouthfuls of rice, reached out to grab the pig's trotters, and gnawed.

Nibbling and nibbling, tears flowed from his eyes all of a sudden, flowing down his cheeks to the corner of his mouth, the tears were bitter and salty.

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

Scenes of Shangganling kept flashing in my mind.

I have come back, but those who sacrificed will stay on the land of Shangganling forever.

Maybe it was tired from crying, or maybe it was hungry, Xia Yuan ate all the rice and a plate of dishes, 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 I feel that the world in front of me is so strange.

There seemed to be the sound of guns and guns 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 from the property on the flower beds in the community. Children in new clothes hold red envelopes in their hands to show off to the people around them. Handing the gift in his hand to the other party, with a happy New Year's smile on his face, Xia Yuan seemed to see their new expectations for the new year.

"If they are still alive, they should be very relieved to see such a picture."

Xia Yuan pursed his lips, and the soldiers who sacrificed before his eyes still appeared in his mind. They didn't have a good day, but they were fighting to be able to live a good life and sacrificed their young lives.

The picture in front of you and the picture in your mind are intertwined.

The images of soldiers encouraging each other in the tunnel still reverberate in their minds. Their dark, mud-stained faces carry hope for the future. Gradually, the image finally freezes on the scene in front of them.

Live in a happy world.

"This is the world they expect, but it is the world we despise."

Xia Yuan remembered a sentence that he accidentally saw one day.

'If you think your country is bad, you build it.If you think the government is not good, you can go to the civil servant examination to become an official.If you feel that the people are not qualified, start being a high-quality citizen from you.If you feel that your compatriots are ignorant, learn from yourself and change the people around you, instead of blindly abusing, complaining, and fleeing.Thousand pointing fingers, head bowed as a willing ox.

"Where you stand is your China; what you are, China will be like; what you are, China will be; if you are bright, China will not be dark." '

Xia Yuan murmured: "This is the world they bought back with their lives. Even though there are many bad things, it is the world they dream of, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives for it and work hard to build it."

He has experienced it, so he understands the reason for the pain in his heart.

Sitting in front of the window for a long time, Xia Yuan regained his strength.

However, he did not check the receipt of the system, but decided to put the matter aside. After cleaning the dishes, he took his little sister to the supermarket to buy some spirits, chicken, duck and fish, as well as the best Chinese food. cigarette.

The younger sister asked him: "Brother, don't you don't drink?"

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

He looked at the road ahead and the distant sky, as if he was talking to himself, or to them, but he was saying to his little sister: "This is for them to drink, they haven't eaten these things, It’s Chinese New Year today, let them have a taste, this is the world they bought back with their lives, we should do something.”

The little girl nodded half-understanding, not quite understanding what her elder brother said.

Xia Yuan called his parents and said that he was taking his younger sister out to play for two days. His parents agreed and asked him to take good care of his younger sister.

Putting down the phone, Xia Yuan drove on the highway.

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

The Liaoshen Martyrs Cemetery looked a little cold at the beginning of the year. There was no one in sight, but it looked very solemn. The flower beds on both sides were neatly repaired, the road was wide, and stone tablets stood on the top of the hill. On the square in the middle was a huge stone tablet. .

Xia Yuan distributed the chrysanthemums to the younger sister and said, "Ningning, go and distribute these chrysanthemums to your grandpas."

The little girl 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 girl nodded half-understood, bouncing around holding chrysanthemums, and put a chrysanthemum in front of each stone tablet.

Chrysanthemums represent remembrance.

Seeing the little girl's back, Xia Yuan stood up, opened the cigarette he was carrying, put one in front of their graves, and poured some wine on the ground. The stone monuments standing in front of him were all on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea sacrificed heroes.

Xia Yuan looked at the stone tablets in front of him, feeling very unhappy.

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

Bitter, so painful.

It is also because they have suffered so much that the next generation can suffer less.

"We've finished the war, and the next generation won't have to fight."

"For the motherland! For victory!"

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

"Have you seen the homes of the North Korean people? Don't you want our motherland to become like this?"

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

"Even if we are dead, we must use our corpses to hold back the enemy's progress!"

There are not many people in the martyrs cemetery. It looks a little desolate, but you can't feel a trace of desolation. There is a huge stone tablet in the square, which reads "the heroes of the martyrs who resisted the United States and aid Korea are immortal". And swing.

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 carry your faith and move on."

Although it is from a different era, Xia Yuan's soul has stayed in Shangganling. The more brutal the battle, the more it can inspire people's fighting spirit, the more full of faith, the stronger the fighting will of the soldiers. Zhong became a veteran from ignorance, and found his own belief and his own soul on Shangganling.

To him, he was not considered a hero, but an ordinary person who cheated.Those who died are heroes. They are ordinary people, but they have done things that even gods cannot do.

When I took my little sister to visit the cemetery, I met an old man over a hundred years old, with gray hair, a hunched figure, worn clothes, and a cloth bag in his hand. He walked into the cemetery just after the New Year. , stopped in front of the huge stele, and looked up at the stele.

His figure is no longer so straight, and he seems to be trying to support himself. The burden of life and the years have bent his back. When he raised his head, he put the cloth bag on the ground, squatted down and took it Give out portions of food.

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

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

Xia Yuan looked at him and asked the little girl to play by herself, then she stepped forward and asked, "Old man, you take out such good meat, don't you want to eat it yourself?"

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

He looked away 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, how can we eat meat? So I kept the best meat and let them have a meal during the Chinese 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 stele in front of him. Immortality was so dazzling in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Yes, many of them were only in their early 20s when they died."

There are vicissitudes in his eyes, it was the gaze when he was watching the sunset on Shangganling, but it became firm again.

The old man felt that the young man in front of him was very strange, and he had an indescribable feeling. The indistinct aura exuded from him, with a fierce murderous aura, was crawling out of the dead. This kind of feeling, the old man can only feel from those soldiers who are on the front line in the army.

But looking at the young man in front of him, he looks like he is only in his early 20s. It is very strange why he has such a temperament.

The old man looked at the things under the stele and asked, "Did you buy these things?"

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

The old man looked at the martyrs' cemetery where there was no one visiting, and said, "I am interested. There are not many young people like you."

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

The old man nodded, looked at the wine on the ground, and said, "Young man, you really like my appetite. Sit down and drink some. I just happened to bring 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 stared, found a step and sat down, picked up a bottle of spirits on the ground, and muttered: "Old fellows, the descendants are very good. I brought you something, so I won't be polite to you." .”

He opened the wine, picked up a stewed chicken next to it and shouted: "Young man, come and eat."

Xia Yuan glanced at the little girl, motioned her to play in the cemetery, and sat beside the old man.

"Don't dislike the old man."

"will not."

Xia Yuan could feel an aura similar to his own from him.

After sitting down, he also brought over a bottle of wine. The two of them were not too dirty. They sat on the ground, eating stewed chicken and drinking wine.The sun shines on the old and the young, as if it is a collision of fate. Behind them, there are stone tablets with names written on each stone tablet. A little girl walks between the stone tablets. She is holding a chrysanthemum and her face is full. With a big smile.

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

Faintly heard talking and laughing, there was joy in that voice.

The little girl was tired from playing, so she sat next to the old and the young. Xia Yuan pulled a chicken leg for the little girl to eat. After a while, she ate a mouthful of oil. The old man wiped her mouth thoughtfully, Looking at the younger sister with doting eyes.

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

"What is your name?"

"Xia Yuan."

Xia Yuan replied, after a pause, he also asked the old man: "What about you?"

"Feng Ji!"

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