The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 688 Veterans who have been on the battlefield
Seeing that Ding Xiaojun put away his cigarette, the uncle relaxed.

"Go, I'll lead you there." The old man smiled and led the way.

When he arrived at the door of the old man's house, Ding Xiaojun saw that it was not a light job, the old man's house was in a relatively high position, and the house looked like it hadn't been renovated for many years. In Ding Xiaojun's words, it was really The dilapidated house.

And the road in front of the old man's house can't be called a road anymore, the up and down gap is huge, and the soil layer on the side seems to fall off from time to time.

"Master, your house is very dangerous here. I think we should choose another place to build you a new house." Ding Xiaojun was also thinking about the safety of the old man's house.

The old man waved his hand: "This can't be changed, it can't be changed, it can be repaired."

"Why?" Ding Xiaojun was puzzled. This dilapidated house seemed likely to fall down due to a certain heavy rain at any time.

"My child went out at the age of 16. Counting it now, more than 50 years have passed. This house was built with his partners before he left home. I have to keep this house until he comes back." Grandpa preached.

"It's been more than 50 years, and there is no news?" Ding Xiaojun looked at the uncle and asked.

"The traffic was bad in the past, but I know he will definitely come back." Everyone said again.

"Old man, is someone here?" An old voice came from the room.

Ding Xiaojun and others heard the sound of the door opening, and saw an old lady with a bamboo pole coming out.

Ding Xiaojun walked quickly to the edge of the door, jumped up, and jumped to the door with a drop of more than one meter from the ground. He stretched out his hand to support the old lady.

"Grandma, you'd better go back and have a rest, you're inconvenient to move, so don't come out."

The old lady raised her head, looked at Ding Xiaojun's face, and grabbed Ding Xiaojun's hand with both hands: "Wuza, you are back, why are you only here now?"

Ding Xiaojun was a little dazed by the old lady, he turned his head to look at the old man, and asked the old man for help.

"Old woman, you go back and rest first, I'm here." The old man said, and he also walked to the door, but he was below, and the gap of more than one meter was not a trivial matter for a young man like him. It's over.

The old man bent down and picked up the bamboo pole that the old lady had dropped on the ground, and handed it to the old lady.

"Wuza, grandma will cook you your favorite purple rice wrap when you go back." Before leaving, the old lady said to Ding Xiaojun again.

The old lady went back, Ding Xiaojun looked at the old man and asked, "Is Wuza your child?"

"Yes, my child's name is Wuza, and we have been waiting for him to come back." After the old man finished speaking, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Ding Xiaojun supported the old man, turned his head to look at the students who followed, and said, "It's time to start, we have to repair the road to the old man's house, and strengthen his house."

"Squad Leader Ding, what's going on here? There's a gap of more than one meter." A student asked Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun looked at the student, glared at first, and then said: "What can I do, use stones to cushion it, cut out a ladder, and under the side wall, build a parapet slope with stones. If it rains a few more times, I'm afraid the wall will be washed away."

"Okay, let's get started, this is another big project." The student next to him said, and then beckoned to other students.

"Master, you should go back and rest too, as long as we are here to repair it." Ding Xiaojun is also going to join the team of road and wall repairs, but he has to accompany him when he is here.

"I'll just watch here, it's okay, I won't bother you." The old man said, looking up at the side of his house.

Ding Xiao followed the old man's gaze, and saw a small path stepped on the side of his house. Ding Xiaojun guessed it immediately. It should be that the road in front of the old man's house has been broken for a long time. It is inconvenient for the old man's family to go out. , and then a road was detoured from the side.

"Master, I'll take you up, can you go home and rest?" Ding Xiaojun said again.

The old man nodded: "Okay then, in fact, it was really troublesome for me last time and next time, and I don't want you to see my embarrassment."

Ding Xiaojun didn't ask a student to help him, he just supported the old man, walked back from the side, and sent the old man home. The old man asked Ding Xiaojun to sit down, and he said he would pour water for Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun originally wanted to refuse, but he accidentally saw a small satchel hanging on the wall of the house. The satchel has been returned. It is an old military satchel with a hole in it. What attracted Ding Xiaojun was the hole in the satchel, which he guessed was a bullet hole.

"Master, I remember you said that you were also a soldier." Ding Xiaojun asked looking at the satchel on the wall.

The uncle followed Ding Xiaojun's gaze to look at the satchel on the wall, smiled, and said proudly: "When I was a soldier, your father might not have been born yet."

The old man's words did not make Ding Xiaojun angry. From the old man's age, it can be seen that he was a soldier five or sixty years ago.

The old man took off his satchel, and took out small items from it, including commemorative medals, military medals, and some small decorations.

Ding Xiaojun stretched out his finger and compared the hole on the satchel: "Master, have you been on the battlefield?"

The uncle smiled: "Self-defense counterattack, then..."

(Precautions for harmony, some conversations will not be written, please forgive me.)
"You are an old man." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he saluted the old man.

The old man waved his hand: "I'm not a senior, I'm a farmer in the mountains now, these things are just thoughts about the past."

"By the way, this is my son. Doesn't it look good to you?" The old man handed a black and white photo to Ding Xiaojun and asked.

Ding Xiaojun took the photo and looked at it, then nodded: "It's very handsome."

"Hey, decades have passed, I'm afraid I'm a little old man now." The old man sighed again.

From the old man's sigh, Ding Xiaojun could hear all kinds of expectations and helplessness of the old man, he looked at the people in the photo again, and said to the old man: "Master, can you let me take this photo away? Find someone to help you find your child."

Hearing what Ding Xiaojun said, the old man nodded happily at first, but soon he looked at the photo in Ding Xiaojun's hand and showed reluctance.

Ding Xiaojun naturally knew what the uncle was worried about. He was worried that if he took this photo away, he would not be able to send it back.

"Master, don't worry, I'll take it away and help you print a few larger ones. These photos won't be lost. I'll definitely return the enlarged ones to you."

(End of this chapter)