Chapter 203: Soul Rests in Hometown (Free)

Human World-Shencheng

"Oh, He Keming's lantern art is old-fashioned. It's hard to see the authentic ones these days, and you can only see them on our Hero Street!"

"That's right, they are all handed down. You must be here for tourism, girls, take a look..."

"Oh, the old leader He is out!"

On the ancient street with people coming and going, the old lady who set up a small stool and a small shelf at the door of her house waved and responded with a smile: "Yes, come out to bask in the sun and cut paper."

"Old Shanghai craftsmanship," the woman who spoke introduced to the tourists, "the old man is over a hundred years old. She used to be the leader of the front-line women's pioneer group. She often cut paper for her comrades in the team. Now she likes to come out to bask in the sun and cut paper according to old photos when she has nothing to do."

He Yuan put an old photo album on her knees, put on her reading glasses, and turned to an old photo of Shencheng before the war--

This is the one she looks at most often, a group photo of her and her comrade Minghe.

--It is also the only group photo.

But He Yuan actually didn't need to look at the photo. She only needed to lower her head to look at the paper-cutting to know the face of her comrade.

She was already over a hundred years old, and her eyesight was not so good even with the reading glasses. She would occasionally raise the paper-cutting to look at it in the sun.

But this time, when she raised her hand, there was a person standing in front of her.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, and slowly put down the paper-cutting, but the lifelike face on the paper-cutting became real inch by inch under the sun. The girl was carrying a big knife, and she had not changed her military uniform yet. She stood against the light, like a scene in a dream.

"Little girl..." The old lady stared at Ming He in front of her, her old hands gradually trembling, her eyes under the reading glasses blurred by tears, falling down her cheeks on the old photo album, and her longing also cried because of the long time.

"You... you look a lot like an old friend of mine." She said with trembling lips.

Tianfu-Old Noodle House

"It's still the same, chewy!"

"Of course, the boss's father was the squad leader of the kitchen team before, and his cooking skills are beyond reproach!"

"Hey, why is the old man here!" The customer was praising, and suddenly saw a centenarian stepping in, still full of energy, "Speak of the devil, the devil appears."

The old customer smiled and said, "Old squad leader, are you here to inspect again?"

"Of course," He Lianghong also smiled and sat down, and said to the waiter who came over, "Let me see if the dandan noodles you made are up to standard. Don't embarrass me and make money by cutting corners!"

"I knew you wanted dandan noodles a long time ago," the waiter smiled to the old boss, "I've prepared it for you a long time ago, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

After that, he served the hot dandan noodles. He Lianghong looked at the noodles on the table, and when he picked up the chopsticks, someone suddenly sat opposite him.

He Lianghong was stunned, and slowly looked up, but saw the shabby and thin military uniform, the frosted eyebrows and frozen blue lips of the young man.

"Squad leader," the 14-15 year old boy looked at him and slowly shed tears, "I'm hungry, I want to eat our Dandan noodles."

He Lianghong trembled, dropped the chopsticks in his hand under the waiter's puzzled eyes, and burst into tears.

"...Xiao Si?"

Qinhuai-Sanatorium

"My mother can't hold on for much longer, but those beasts have been wasting time and never apologized!"

"Aunt Sheng, calm down," the doctor's voice sounded outside the room, "Grandma Sheng's health is already very bad. She suffered too much torture back then. She is completely holding on to this day with a thought. We..."

In the room, Sheng Baiwan closed her eyes, feeling the pain in her body for years. The place where her legs were infected by the poison gas was still festering, and more invisible wounds on her body were like nightmares.

"The scenery along the Qinhuai River is magnificent, girl..."

The familiar sound of the pipa in her memory sounded, gradually overlapping with reality.

Sheng Baiwan suddenly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the girl playing the pipa under the light.

She blinked, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and her lips trembled: "Sister Yue'e... is it you...?"

"It's me." An Yue'e stopped her hand, and when she looked at her, her eyebrows were gentle, "Sister Wan, I'm back to see you."

"These years..." An Yue'e helped her wipe away her tears, forced a smile, but couldn't stop crying, "You've worked hard."

Sheng Baiwan shook her head with tears in her eyes, but nodded: "Sister Yue'e... I feel bad."

"I'll take the pipa and sing another song for you," An Yue'e touched her forehead, "After listening, we won't feel bad."

Sheng Baiwan nodded slowly, watching her play the pipa with her fingers, but her tears soaked the pillow unconsciously.

Zhongzhou-Hero Monument

"The part just now was not played well. We said that we were playing for our ancestors, so how could it be bad?"

In front of the Hero Monument, the teacher patiently said to the students holding the small military trumpet: "Let's perform it again. Tomorrow when we go to the cemetery, we must play the trumpet to show these ancestors who defended the country how we are young people in the new era!"

"Good!" The children responded in unison.

"Good children," the teacher smiled with satisfaction and raised her voice again, "Ready--"

The sound of the charge trumpet preceded her command. The teacher was stunned and looked up in the direction where the military trumpet sounded.

All the children holding trumpets also looked over. They stood under the national flag and stared at the bugler who blew the military bugle for a long time.

The military uniform was burned by the artillery fire, and the military flag burned by the smoke fluttered in the wind.

The golden trumpet glowed brightly, and the high-pitched trumpet sounded for a long time.

It was quiet for a long time in front of the Hero Monument. The bugler slowly put down the trumpet and looked at the group of children wearing red scarves in the crowd who seemed to be unaware.

The teacher's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously. She wiped away her tears and suddenly realized something.

Except for them, no one else seemed to notice the trumpeter's presence.

"Classmates," she said, "salute to the seniors."

The children raised their hands one after another and gave the Young Pioneer salute to the trumpeter. The trumpeter looked at them in the sun and raised his hands to salute at the moment when the white doves were flying in front of the hero monument.

The dove of peace flies between the flags, as if building a white bridge between artillery fire and tranquility, a meeting and companionship in different time and space.

——It is a watch that spans a century.

Furukawa-Central Hospital

"Don't worry, it's fine. It's just that the old man is old and his body is definitely not as good as that of young people." After checking the ward, the doctor helped the old man adjust the drip speed, and then said, "Just take a good supplement when you wake up, and go out first. "

Nie Cang nodded slowly and followed the doctor out of the ward. The only sound left in the room was the beeping sound of the instruments.

I don’t know how long it took, but a pair of hands gently wrapped the old man’s old and thin hands.

Jiang Jin quietly looked at the appearance of his beloved wife, and reached out to lift her forehead to spread her hair, just like before.

"Xinlan, I'm back to see you." Jiang Jin whispered, "I'm sorry, I broke my promise for so long and I still haven't protected you."

Looking at his beloved wife's haggard face, he unknowingly moistened his eyes, "I'm sorry, Xinlan, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Jin trembled and buried himself in his arms. Suddenly he felt someone gently touching his head, with a weak voice:

"I heard your voice in my dream, and I thought that the strange things before had given me new hope... Are you really back?"

Jiang Jin suddenly raised his head, only to see Tang Xinlan suddenly froze, and tears instantly accumulated in her eyes.

"Ah Jin..." Tang Xinlan touched his face with trembling hands, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Jin shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

He pursed his lips and smiled: "Glorious."

Tang Xinlan also smiled, tears falling down her cheeks: "Okay."

"Stop crying, haven't I come back?" Jiang Jin helped her wipe away her tears, "There is no kapok now, but if..."

As soon as he said the three words "kapok", golden light suddenly emitted from his arms. Jiang Jin was startled and took out the little paper dove from his arms.

The little white dove suddenly blinked smartly, tilted its head towards the two of them, then spread its wings and flew up, casting a pale golden light around the room: green branches and leaves grew, and the petals of the hero flower bloomed with strong curves, welcoming the spring. Spreads from the top of the tree downwards.

——In this way, spring hope blooms in the depressed season.

"This is... kapok." Tang Xinlan murmured as she looked at the grand scene in front of her.

[My sister asked me to give this to you. 】

The child's words echoed in her ears. Jiang Jin frowned and whispered "Thank you" in a low voice.

"Wow! Look! There are so many white birds outside! So beautiful!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation outside. Jiang Jin and Tang Xinlan also looked at the glass and saw countless white birds soaring across the sky.

"This is it?" Tang Xinlan looked at Jiang Jin's focused eyes, and her heart moved slightly.

"I'm back home, my soul has returned to my hometown." Jiang Jin looked at the white bird and said softly, "When you see the person you want to see, you will feel at ease."

"By the way," Jiang Jin looked at Tang Xinlan and chuckled, "I have met a few children, including our children. Let me tell you..."

Ding dong!

"KP summary: The world has been decided. Congratulations to you all for opening up the Ekhi-Daybreak way (humanity direction)"

The white bird from the human world flew into the border area, fluttering its wings and landing on the shoulders of Quan Heng, Mu Jing, and the Mad Hatter.

The three of them narrowed their eyes slightly in greeting, and the white bird nodded, and flew high in the next moment, heading towards the stars in the sky.

Under the gaze of countless people, the heroic soul turned into a white bird and flew to the nest of the sea of ​​stars. Following the stars, the soul rested in its hometown.