Veteran never die

Chapter 252 Mom, I've been waiting for you for 20 years!
0252 Mom, I have been waiting for you for 20 years!
Wang Liang lowered his voice as much as possible, and greeted Sun Weimin who was not far away: "Weimin, where is the smoke?"

"Hey, here it is." Sun Weimin trotted all the way, carrying a lot of things in large and small bags.

Good cigarettes and spirits, and paper money.

Open a bottle of spirits and pour it on the tombstone.

Then Wang Liang opened another good cigarette, took out three, lit it, took a sip, and put it on the grave.

Wang Liang then muttered to himself, whispering something.

Burn paper money.

Why burn paper money?
This is the custom of a generation, just to commemorate the dead.

But when the paper money is burned, the people who passed away don't know it.

Those are all feudal superstitions, that when a person dies, he has nothing.

Burning paper money is not for the dead but for ourselves. At least it proves that we still remember our ancestors and have not forgotten them.

The dead rest in peace, the living are strong.

The Malipo Martyrs Cemetery has [-] floors from the bottom to the top, and hundreds of one-yuan coins are pasted on each tombstone on each floor.

In addition, there are ten yuan, 20 yuan, 50 yuan or one hundred yuan RMB pressed with stones in front of the tombstone.

Not to mention the cigarette butts, they are all not cheap brand-name cigarettes.

And wreaths sent from all over the country
【Salute to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country in southern Xinjiang】

[Parents are incompetent when they grow up eating chaff; drinking enemy bombs and sacrificing their sons is an honor]

[Green mountains and green waters will last forever to preserve the grandeur before death, and flowers, pines and emerald cypresses can comfort the spirits after death]

[Gongtong Sun and Moon's martyrs' heroic names go down in history, and they are famous all over the country and the hero's legacy exhibition grand picture]

Sun Weimin and Zhou Tian did the same thing as Wang Liang, paying homage to the dead brothers in their own way.

Whether we know each other or not, at least we used to be the Chinese People's Liberation Army, at least we used to fight together.

Whoever fights with me in blood is my brother.

When Wang Liang moved to the tombstone of martyr Zhao Zhanying, he sat cross-legged.

Name: Zhao Zhanying
Political Aspects: League Members

Birthplace: Songming County, Yunnan Province
Nationality: Han

Education level: junior high school

Date of Birth: November 1963

Enlisted in the army: January 1982

Time of Sacrifice: Early morning of April 1984, 4

He was 20 years old at the time, three days before his 21st birthday when he died.

Because her family was so poor that she didn’t even have travel expenses, martyr Zhao Zhanying’s mother saved up for 20 years before she could walk out of the mountains and go to the Malipo Martyrs’ Cemetery to visit her old son.

In 2004, Mom came, finally.

Zhao Zhanying: "Mom, I have been waiting for you for 20 years! Mom! I know it must be you, I heard it!
The sound of the handmade embroidered cloth shoes stepping on the ground.I've been listening to it since I was a baby, and it's been hearing me put on my uniform.Do you know?In the barracks, every time I wake up from sleep, I vaguely hear your light footsteps coming to my bed, ready to cover me with your bare arms. "

Closing his eyes, Wang Liang seemed to be able to hear what Zhao Zhanying was holding back after 22 years away from his mother.

In 2004, Athens Olympic Games.

In 2004, New Year's Eve encountered a severe cold. The last time was in 1966.

In 1966, Zhao Zhanying was three years old. In 2004, Zhao Zhanying died for 20 years.

In 2004, Putin was re-elected as president in a landslide.

In 2004, many great events happened, but none of them was as important as the reunion of mother and son.

"Mom, when I feel thirsty and hungry in the cat's ear hole, I close my eyes, as if I heard your light footsteps coming to me again, ready to bring me a bowl of millet porridge."

"Mom, 20 years ago, how much I wanted, how much I wanted you to close my eyes with your own hands. Touch my cheeks with your rough but warm hands."

The voice became brighter and brighter, and Wang Liang heard it really.

In 2004, Zhao Zhanying finally had a chance to say what he had been holding back for 20 years.

"Mom, I didn't call out, I didn't say a word. I silently aimed my gun at the enemy's position. Your son, your little Si, is an iron-blooded soldier, and he won't embarrass you!"

"Mom, I have been sleeping here for 20 years. I have never been lonely. There are my good brothers here. They accompany me. When their relatives come to visit them, they will always light a cigarette for me and pour a glass of wine. A glass of wine, some fruit snacks, and fragrant flowers."

"Thinking back 20 years ago, when we were on the front line, we were in the prime of life and had great ambitions."

"In the blink of an eye, their children have grown up, and some have joined the army and become good soldiers. Mom, I want to say sorry to you for not letting you have a big fat grandson."

Wang Liang sat there quietly, listening to what Zhao Zhanying said to his old mother in 2004.

Mom, 20 years, you have come a long way.

Mom, 20 years, I know you are very difficult, very difficult.

I don't blame you for not seeing your little four for so long, because I know you don't have enough money, and I know you miss me day and night.

Mom, you came here empty-handed, without bringing anything.

Mom, I never blame you, I know that you still borrowed the money for the bus ticket.

Where do you have any income? In our ravine, you can't see ten-yuan bills.

Mom, don't worry, your son is rich now.

Did you see the stone on my tombstone?

There is a lot of money below, all of which were paid by the comrades who came to visit me.

I can't spend it, you take it away, go buy a new dress, buy some delicious food.

Look, the clothes you are wearing now are from 20 years ago, with more than 30 patches, and you can't wear them anymore.

Mom, you can't, I know, you haven't eaten yet, my heart is hurting!
I can't do my filial piety for you, I'm in a hurry!

Mom, don't cry!
When you cry like this, it makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

Mom, you are not late, not late at all, I know you miss me day and night, because you have no money!
20 years, 20 years, 20 years.

Don't blame yourself anymore, my son has never blamed you. Listening to your heart-piercing cries, I'm going to die of pain.

Can you hear me?

Mother?

Mother?

Just nod if you can hear me, okay?

good or not?
Wait until the Ching Ming Festival next year, and you will come to see me and touch my face again.

mom!mother!You must take care of your body!
(End of this chapter)