The Rebirth of the Portable Space The Red Age

Feeling close to home and feeling timid, these four words describe the complicated feelings of wanderers who have been away from home for many years when they return home.Although it is not appropriate, since setting foot on the land of southern Xinjiang, the tragedy after the baptism of blood is like an invisible mountain weighing heavily on the hearts of these veterans of the self-defense war.

Southern border is the deepest buried part in their hearts, and touching it will cause bloody pain.Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green hills, so there is no need to return the corpse wrapped in horse leather. A pile of loess is the final resting place of the brothers they used to get along day and night.

On the bumpy road, the last two rows of long-distance vehicles, the atmosphere is particularly gloomy and gloomy.Children's intuition is the most sensitive. The joy of going out for the first time and riding in a car for the first time dissipated completely after feeling the solemn atmosphere like a small animal.

Outside the car, the sun is shining brightly, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, full of the characteristics of ethnic minorities everywhere, and the subtropical landscape, which is completely different from the north, does not seem to be attractive to a few people.The children don't know many adjectives, and they don't know how to describe the depressed mood, but even Ya'er can only feel three words, haze, profundity and grief.

"Little aunt, what's wrong with my dad and the others? Do you dislike us for being too noisy?" Fatty Hou's baby girl who had a round face beside Ya'er with a smile and two dimples tugged at Ya'er's skirt and asked secretly. [

Even those little boys who were just sitting on the seat where you bumped me with your arms and I stomped you with your feet to exchange feelings, pretended to eavesdrop casually, the faces of adults are so dark!

"No! You are all well-behaved! It's just that we are here to commemorate those uncles and uncles who sacrificed to defend the frontier of the motherland! Those uncles and uncles are former comrades-in-arms of your fathers, so they are in a bad mood! "

Di Yaohui and Ya'er didn't stay long in Hunan Province. After resting, they went straight to southern Xinjiang with Hou Xingliang and the others.It's just that the team they led was a bit spectacular. Although Yang Yong and the others didn't look for comrades who were far away from the world, they brought the children of the family this time. They understand that their current happy life is hard-won, and those uncles and uncles are the indomitable heroes.

"Auntie, are we going to pay homage to Dad's tombstone? Before coming here, Grandma told me to put a stick of incense on Dad! Grandpa said Dad was a great hero and a revolutionary martyr, but I don't remember Dad What does it look like!" The skin is black and black, skinny like a monkey, and the eye circles are red as he talks, but he is strong enough not to fall off.Even if he doesn't remember the appearance of his indomitable father at all, the nature of father and son can never be parted.

When I came here this time, not only the children of Yang Yong and his family came together, but also the orphans of the two revolutionary martyrs Lao Wang and Lao Meng that Yang Yong talked about at that time.Entrusted by their family members, Di Yaohui and the others brought their children to offer a stick of incense in front of the tombstones of the two comrades-in-arms on behalf of their relatives.The boy who spoke just now is Xiao Mengze who lives with his grandpa and grandma.

The slightly cheerful Wang Sijiang next to Xiao Mengze quietly held the boy's hand, "I don't remember either! But, it doesn't matter! Uncle Hou and the others said that our fathers are all heroes and martyrs. A Niang and Dad also asked me to burn a stick of incense to Dad, and said to show Dad what I look like now!"

Wang Sijiang's stepfather, who remarried with his mother, treated his stepson like his own son, and never concealed his background. Therefore, Wang Sijiang looked much more cheerful than little Mengze.

These two boys, who are also orphans of martyrs, met for the first time even before getting into the car, and their hearts seemed to be very close. Wang Sijiang's words were very convincing to Xiao Mengze, and he nodded his head vigorously, yes, let Dad look at himself He has grown up and can help grandma and grandpa with their work.

Maybe they have already been told at home, maybe seven or eight-year-old children are old enough to understand what a martyr is, and in a row of seats crowded with four little boys, little Yang Fan and little Zhao Lei also had red eyes, but the four Their immature little fists were clenched tightly, as if this was the only thing they could do.

It was the only girl, Hou Xingliang's baby girl, Hou Yueyue, whose small mouth could comfort others, she got off her seat, and stepped up to the four boys, "Xiao Ze, Xiao Jiang, it's okay, I'll split my father between you two! By the way , Yang Fan, and Zhao Lei, you two should divide your father into half of them. No matter, hum, I will never let you go to my house for dinner again!"

The round little girl who looks like a big apple has a wrinkled nose and a small mouth, with the pungent energy of a Xiang girl, but her words are heart-warming.

Adults will never be able to integrate into a child's world, but Ya'er doesn't want to affect the purest and most beautiful world of a child.

As for the grave-looking parents in the back row, it is said that the men were crying a lot, so they all pretended not to see each other's red eye circles, and looked out of the car in unison.However, the dignified atmosphere seemed to dissipate unconsciously, and the children seemed to be more sensible and stronger than they imagined.

However, because of the strength of the children, Di Yaohui and the others couldn't bear to tell the children that the battlefield in southern Xinjiang was tragic and tragic. The so-called tombs of the martyrs are more of the clothes of soldiers who fought bloody battles to defend the frontier. , and the bodies and blood of the martyrs who went deep into the line of defense were mostly buried in a pile of loess on the border.

After more than ten hours of continuous bumps and potholes, the children have long been tired and tired. Their small bodies are nestled in the narrow seats, and they don't even know that they are being carried out of the car by the adults.

The self-defense counterattack is not over yet, the border is not very stable after all, because Di Yaohui and the others did not go straight to the border because they took their children, they went to the southern border guard station instead.

At the entrance of the guest house at the rear station of the Southern Frontier Defense Force, Di Yaohui showed his military ID, Yang Yong and the others also showed their discharge certificates, and received a noble salute from the young guards at the door.The veterans of the self-defense counterattack are worthy of the admiration of every new soldier stationed on the Nanjiang border defense line.

The little soldier leading the way in front was very enthusiastic, and had already taken the initiative to reach out and hug a sleepy, dazed little guy, "Comrade, the conditions of our guest house are not particularly good, but it's usually easy to come here, and it's very spacious, how many of you are there?" Make it up! By the way, I happen to take turns off tomorrow, so I will take you to the Martyrs Cemetery then!"

"It's troublesome!" Di Yaohui didn't reject the little soldier's enthusiasm. [

"No trouble, no trouble! We usually have no place to go on vacation, so we often go there, even helping to plant a small tree is good! We can't forget the sacrifices of those comrades in arms, they deserve to live with us forever!" As the little soldier said, he thumped his chest.

The facilities in the guest house are indeed very simple, many of them are simple board houses, and there are only a few dozen bungalows.However, even a simple one-story house is not difficult to see the traces of the wind and rain outside. It is not difficult to imagine how bad the conditions of the soldiers on the front line were at the moment when the self-defense counterattack started.

The few children who had already woken up after this toss looked at the empty and simple guest house with disappointment on their faces, thinking that they could see those majestic uncles of the People's Liberation Army!

But Zhai Yaohui and the others have special feelings for this place, different from the children's curiosity, different from Ya'er's scrutiny, there are only strong and indelible memories in the eyes of the few men, tragic and song-like memories.

After settling down, the group hurriedly ate a bowl of egg noodles with vegetables in the cafeteria of the guest house. Di Yaohui and the others couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ya'er, you take these children to rest in the military hostel first, and Brother Yang and I will go around! Old Zhou should still be here, so I'll give him a call."

Although he was arranged in the same room again, Di Yaohui now has no thoughts about his little daughter-in-law. This is the land where comrades in arms fought bloody battles, the land where the blood of comrades in arms was stained red, and the land where martyrs buried their bones in the loess. , in Di Yaohui's heart is sacred, dignified and tragic.

"Okay!" Of course, Ya'er didn't want to touch the deepest grief buried in Di Yaohui's heart.

Yang Yong, Zhao Qian, and the others obviously had a plan to play with Di Yaohui, no, they have already brought one, two, three, four, five, five children aged six to seven, seven or eight years old to Ya'er, "Sisters, please keep an eye on them!" Follow them, let's go out for a walk!"

Ya'er was dumbfounded by the mistrust on the faces of the big brothers, "Don't worry! I told the children a long time ago, and I will tell them stories later!"

Yang Yong and the three middle-aged men were embarrassed by the "children" that Ya'er specially emphasized. Really, they only knew that the younger siblings were tender, but they forgot that no matter how tender the younger siblings were, they were also people from the same generation as them, not young children.

Di Yaohui and the others said they were going out for a walk, but this time it turned to the hazy night.No matter how vivid and interesting the story Ya'er told, the train and the car followed the few young ones who couldn't bear it for a long time, and fell asleep in a row of small heads on the big wooden bed in Ya'er's room.I didn't even eat dinner. Of course, I filled my stomach with a lot of snacks in the afternoon.

The big men didn't know where to go, and when they came back, they were tired and hungry, squatting on the ground holding a large bowl, and filled their stomachs with clear soup and noodles.

Wiping his mouth clean, Zhao Qian looked at the row of small snoring heads, "Sisters and sisters, let's change rooms. You and the fourth child should go to our room to rest! The little ones, here we are!" You will definitely have to shit and pee in the middle of the night, you can't serve their little ancestors!"

Although Ya'er has different personalities from these three, the big brother who seems vulgar, shrewd and easy-going hasn't known each other for long, but with Di Yaohui's light, what he sees is the most honest and true in them. On that side, although Zhao Qian didn't say it clearly, Ya'er still noticed Zhao Qian's hard work, because he could feel the depression and gloom of the man beside him.

Although they are all veterans who participated in the self-defense counterattack, when it comes to the most tragic and tragic memories, it must be Di Yaohui.Although Ya'er didn't know much, she vaguely knew that the man next to him was a sharp knife assault company, and the best sharp knife soldiers of the entire company were all buried in the southern border. In the end, only Di Yaohui and another one survived.

The tragic regret of the comrades-in-arms cannot be said to be a nightmare for the survivors, but it is also the deepest piece of grief in the survivors' hearts that can never be healed.