After getting up in the morning, Zhuo Yang didn't care about the cold coming from the Alps, and put on a loose thin sweater on his upper body and started practicing the piano. But recently he had no intention of learning about famous songs from famous artists and played "

My Motherland》.

There are also "Hero's Praise", "Yellow River Chorus", etc. These are the songs he learned when he first learned piano in childhood. He was the first to memorize the score. He was so familiar that he could not play the piano for fifty years.

I can't forget it either. Whenever Zhuo Yang plays these songs, he will remember the memory that his mother held a feather duster every day in childhood, forcing her to practice the piano.

But when playing these songs today, Zhuo Yang was thinking about Lao Mu's father Uncle Mu. Uncle Mu is an old soldier. When Zhuo Yang was a child, Uncle Mu would curl his lips whenever he played these revolutionary songs for him, thinking that the piano was too soft.

, not as exciting as the whole chorus. Although he disliked him, Uncle Mu still liked to let Zhuo Yang play him, and continued to dislike him after listening.

Not long after playing, Zhuo Yang stopped, sat on the piano bench and stumbled for a while, and saw that the time was OK, he called Lao Mu again.

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"Mr. Mu, there will be a meeting at Guangde Tower in the evening, and the seats have been settled. How about it, I will accompany you?" Hou San'er said to Lao Mu with his waist.

Guangde Building is an old-fashioned theater in Dashilan outside the front gate. It was built at the same time as the Grand Theater of Paris and the Grand Theater of Scala in Italy. There are almost every day performances such as opera and folk art, which is the "meeting".

"Okay!" Old Mu shook his head in a daze and squeezed out a smile. "I'll go with you that night."

Lao Mu didn't know what he was feeling now. It was not uncomfortable or sad anyway. Maybe it was the kind of "empty" that literary youths often said, or maybe it was at a loss.

My father is dead!

More than two weeks ago, Lao Mu's father, Uncle Mu, finally failed to walk out of the ward again and died of kidney failure at the age of 76.

After Lao Mu sent Zhuo Yang to visit his father during holiday in Xi'an, he stayed for another week and saw that the situation was still the same. He told his mother that he had returned to Beijing. He was very busy in business and he didn't want to delay too much. Although he was a human being

He left, but Lao Mu still called home every night to find out the situation.

The family said that it had improved and that it would be better if they could drink porridge, but then they said that they were still confused and no one knew him. The hospital refused to let him be discharged, so they delayed it again and again. Lao Mu originally planned to take time to go back, but

Suddenly I received a call from my elder sister: "Come back quickly, dad... I'm almost out of here."

When Lao Mu hurried back to the hospital again, his father was already in dying in the ICU, but he was forcibly prolonging his life by taking an adrenaline injection from time to time. The outside of the ward was full of people. Lao Mu hadn't seen so many people in a long time.

He was surrounded by his father, and some of them knew him, such as Uncle Xing from the General Office of the Provincial Party Committee and Uncle Zhao from the Armed Forces Department. There were also many people he had never seen before. Some of them were soldiers, and some were no longer there. Uncle Xing told the old man

Mu, these are all his father's old subordinates, all the soldiers his father has led at different times, and some of the lives of their fathers were rescued from the battlefield, and today they all came from all over the world.

The time interval for each injection was getting shorter and shorter, and the doctor had made it clear that it would be more than two hours. The two sisters did not dare to cry, and the mother was persuaded to go home in advance, and everyone was looking at Lao Mu.

Lao Mu didn't know why he didn't feel sad, but he was so depressed that he wanted to escape from the hospital, but he knew he couldn't.

My father was lying there with his eyes closed, his lips kept muttering to himself, but he couldn't make any noise, his lips were very dry and cracked. The eldest sister used a cotton swab dipped in water to wipe his father's lips, lay down beside his ear and cried and asked him: "

Dad, we will remember what you say, "But my father can't say anything."

Both sisters are more than teenagers than Lao Mu. Uncle Mu has a serious idea of ​​favoring boys over girls. He does not think women are suitable for working in the army, so Lao Mu's two sisters wanted to join the army after graduating from high school, but were scolded by his father.

Later, I refused. My elder sister went to the mall to work as a salesperson, and my second elder sister went to a textile factory after training in the technical school. After receiving a meager salary at the unit for several years, both sisters were laid off one after another. My elder sister now runs a small dining table next to the middle school, and my elder sister’s husband

After being transferred from the firefighting industry, he worked in the Education Commission. My second sister was at home with peace of mind. My second brother-in-law was a pilot of the Air Force Deputy Regiment and was a veteran J-6 trainer.

It is impossible for the two sisters to have no complaints about their father, but at this time all the resentment dissipated and they cried and swollen because their father was leaving.

But Lao Mu couldn't cry!

Lao Mu has little feelings for his father. Since he can remember, his father has never spoken well with him. He is either scolding him, beating him, or is about to beat him. He knows that his father has placed his mission of inheriting the glory of a soldier on himself.

But he didn't want to. After he broke the military journey because he was in jail, his father's body collapsed, but Lao Mu still didn't want to join the army. That year, Brother Xiao of Beijing said that he could help him wear military uniforms when he was eliminated, but Lao Mu refused

. Perhaps, this is precisely due to his rebellion towards his father.

The nurse came to give another shot, less than ten minutes before the previous shot. The doctor said that in this case, according to the regulations, there is no need to give the shot again. Everyone knows that Uncle Mu has reached the last few days of his life.

minute.

Lao Mu looked at his father whose mouth was constantly shaking. He wanted to squeeze out a few drops of tears, but he just couldn't do it. At this time, he didn't feel sad at all.

My father is from Shandong, so my ancestral home should be from Shandong. My father left his hometown at the age of 13 and left his grandmother whom he had never met before. He followed the troops to fight south and north. He heard that when his grandmother passed away, his father was sneak attacking the 59th Division of the Japanese Army in Zaozhuang.

The supply transfer station. The rest of the family was already in chaos during the war years. My father never went back to his hometown in Shandong since the 1950s. He lived in the melting pot of the army for his whole life. His father could no longer speak Shandong dialect.

It is like many people who speak not very standard Mandarin.

The sign monitor sounded the alarm again, Uncle Mu's heartbeat and pulse became slower, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly. The doctor nodded to Lao Mu and Uncle Xing. So many people were unable to squeeze in in the ward.

Outside the door, he looked up in the corridor, and they all surrounded Uncle Mu.

Uncle Mu's chapped lips no longer trembled. He suddenly opened his eyes wide open, but his dry face and pale hair were still wearing tiger eyes. Uncle Mu stared at the ceiling and tried to lift his head away from the hospital bed.

The sister quickly wiped her tears and leaned into her father's ear: "Dad, what else do you have to say..." Uncle Xing also asked softly: "Teacher, what do you have to explain?"

Uncle Mu did not answer, and kept staring at the ceiling, glaring at him without blinking. Suddenly, Shandong dialect with a strong accent roared out of him.

"Mom--, I'm going to fight the Japanese!!"

With a long vent of anger, Uncle Mu suddenly closed his eyes and passed away with the old hero!

There was a lot of crying in the ward, and Uncle Xing gave an order: "Everyone is there, I'll give it to the teacher! Salute-!!"
Chapter completed!