Veteran never die

Chapter 194
0194 The life of the old comrade-in-arms is not good at all
Speaking of this, tears welled up in Wang Liang's eyes.

He can understand Huang Honglin so well, the job in the Tobacco Bureau is his lifeblood.

That was more than 20 years ago, he exchanged his life on the front line of Laoshan, and exchanged his loyalty to the motherland and the people.

At the end of the battle, instead of being a martyr, he became a fighting hero.

Colleagues around him felt that Huang Honglin was not an easy person to get along with. He had a bad temper, would get angry at any point, and sometimes even hit people with his hands.

But who knows what Huang Honglin is carrying.

Despite suffering from serious mental illness, during those 20 years, he did his best to take care of the widows of more than a dozen martyrs of the Sixth Company of Heroes.

Deputy platoon leader Lin Zuwu, deputy instructor Xie Guanyou, deputy squad leader Xie Xiaofu, soldier.
Huang Honglin came back alive, but those brothers stayed on the high ground of Xiaojian Mountain forever.

Life is prosperous now, and he takes care of his brothers' widows as a matter of course.

But in 2006, he was laid off.

What can a buyout fee of 18 yuan do? Does Huang Honglin, who has suffered from a chronic illness, still have the energy to start a business?
Even if there is, according to his current state, can he succeed?

The 18 buyout fee, in the eyes of the stubborn Huang Honglin, was the blood and lives of the sixteen members of the Death Squad who rushed to Xiaojianshan.

Divide it.

Later, the rehiring of the Tobacco Bureau began.

But Huang Honglin's name was not on the list.

That is, from that time on, Huang Honglin's condition worsened again.

Laid off, let him be stimulated.

At that time, his faith and glory were crushed to pieces.

"Later, I went to them twice and three times to argue and petition, but nothing came to fruition. After that, when they saw me, they would say, 'Yo, our fighting hero is here again?', 'Isn't this big? Heroes, hurry up, hurry up', it's changed, joking, contemptuous, and disdainful." Huang Honglin laughed at himself.

Bang!
Wang Liang slapped the table and stood up, looking very angry: "Fuck, who do they look down on? If it weren't for us soldiers who once shed blood for the republic, would they be where they are today? Damn it, kill them!"

"Chief!" Huang Honglin looked at Wang Liang with tears in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have found support.

The child who lost his way finally found his way home.

He finally didn't have to freeze to death at the joint like the little match girl.

In this cold winter night, there is a home to return to.

Not only Huang Honglin, but Sun Weimin, Lin Zhuo, Wang Dong and Feng Xiong's eyes were also red. Maybe the alcohol had played a role, or something Wang Liang said pierced their hearts.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the people sitting at the table here are all lunatics, yelling, complaining about this and that, sick!

But a few years ago, they carried guns and fought battles for the Republic and shed blood, and they almost lost their lives.

Fortunately, they are not like those unlucky comrades-in-arms who died. The living are bullied, and who cares about the dead.

Some people will engage in formalism when they think of it, and pay homage to it.

This is not comforting the martyrs, this is mocking, this is embarrassment.

"The pressure of life is getting bigger and bigger, there is no hope of re-employment, and my illness is getting more and more serious. I will use the pots and pans at home to vent. After those things are smashed, I will clean up the furniture and smash it to pieces. I can also punch the wall with my fist, and I can smash the cement with my fist. I have no other skills. I have been a scout for more than four years, and this is what I have practiced." Huang Honglin continued to speak.

Listening, Wang Liang's eyes lit up. Anyway, Huang Honglin finally admitted that he was sick.

That's a good sign.

You know, if anyone said that he was sick before that, he would definitely turn his face.

"Chief, I'm not human. I still beat my wife. I don't know why when I go to bed at night, I always like to punch and kick her. I will kick her off the bed."

Huang Honglin's words were full of regret, obviously, he didn't want to.

"Honglin, what would you dream about at night?" Wang Liang asked.

Wang Liang felt that he was fully capable of curing Huang Honglin, because he also had such symptoms before, and the soldiers under him also had post-war syndrome to varying degrees.

To this end, Wang Liang has read a lot of related books and consulted many Chinese and foreign experts, whether it is clinical psychology, mental health, or applied psychology.

More importantly, Wang Liang has handled many cases and has rich experience.

"It's still fighting, and the war scene is more intense. I dreamed that the Vietnamese army shot me with a gun. I was shot and hit me on the thigh. They smiled and walked towards me. They wanted to torture me. I wanted to run, but how could I run away?" I can't run away either." Huang Honglin replied.

Wang Liangliang nodded and continued to ask: "I heard that you burned down the Civil Affairs Bureau. What happened? Can you tell me about it?"

Wang Liang understands these things, but now he wants Huang Honglin to tell them himself.

It's a good thing to be able to say it.

In the past, when people asked so many questions, Huang Honglin would have flipped the table long ago, but today, he changed: "I remember it was May in [-], yes, not long after Labor Day, one of my comrades-in-arms Come and see me, his family is from the countryside, and the family is extremely poor."

One day in May 2007, at Huang Honglin's home.

"I said Sihu, you come here, why do you bring me so many things?" Huang Honglin couldn't help but blamed when he saw Sihu, his comrade in arms, carrying two heavy sacks.

Look at the clothes of the four tigers, it's the fucking 21st century, and the four tigers are still wearing the military uniforms from more than 20 years ago, with more than a dozen patches on their bodies, and they are still wearing them.

Another year of sewing and mending, how many years has it been.

And the cloth shoes on the feet, the toes are almost exposed.

Seeing this, Huang Honglin felt uncomfortable and felt angry.

He knew that the four tigers had no money.

There is a seriously ill old lady at home, and three children who are in school, none of whom can afford to spend money.

The four tigers and their daughter-in-law fiddled with the few acres of land from morning to night, depending on the face of God, and with injuries all over their bodies, they couldn't do much farm work.

How could life be prosperous, how could he be willing to buy a new outfit for himself?

"Brother Honglin, these are some vegetables I grow at home, and millet, which is worthless, don't dislike them." Sihu scratched his head shyly and said.

At noon that day, Huang Honglin ordered eight dishes from the restaurant, got a case of wine, and treated the four tigers to a good meal.

At first the four tigers couldn't let go, but after being scolded by Huang Honglin, they began to feast on it.

It can be seen that this guy hasn't eaten such good wine and food for a long time.

Huang Honglin felt sad and uncomfortable again, mother, this brother was fighting with his head in his hands back then, how did he become like this?

"Brother Honglin, I have something I want to ask you." Sihu gnawed on the pig's trotter, and suddenly remembered something.

"Sihu, tell me." Huang Honglin took a sip of his wine and looked at Sihu.

"You know the situation of my family. I have gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau many times in the city. I have all the application forms, group photos, household registration books, and various certificates, but they just won't do it for me. Brother Honglin, you"

Before Sihu finished speaking, Huang Honglin patted his chest and said, "Sihu, this matter is on my brother's shoulders. Don't worry, I think I'll handle it for you."

"Thank you, Brother Honglin!"

"Thank you, this doesn't exist between us brothers."

"Eh!"

(End of this chapter)