Chapter 175: We are veterans

On April 5, 1989, Malipo Martyrs Cemetery.

The long stone steps seemed to be invisible, and the tall green cypress was as solemn and solemn as a pagoda. Li Siming and Xiaodao walked into the martyrs' cemetery with endless nostalgia. Their steps were calm and powerful, as if they were training soldiers, moving towards the target without moving forward. Yes, they were once a soldier, and the little bits of their past military careers were like surging rivers, quickly pouring into their hearts, making them unable to control themselves, but their faces were endless sadness and nostalgia.

In the south of the colorful clouds, there is a blooming flower. It should be a season for people to cheer, but at this time, the earth is filled with sorrow, and sadness and nostalgia float between the sky and the earth. It is still the lush and lush, and the blue sky is cloudless, showing its deep and vast side as always. The tall trees stand up like sentries around the cemetery, becoming taller than Li Siming’s memory. The majestic green mountains around them are like historical old people witnessing the long river of history. Surrounded by these mountains, under the thick green shade of this southern border, more than forty tombstones are silent.

The sunset is red for several times, and the green mountains are still there.

The smoke of gunpowder in the south has gradually dissipated, and the 28-minute short battle at sea last year has long disappeared, so fading that it makes people quickly forget. The Vietnamese are increasingly feeling that they not only have a double failure in military and international diplomacy, but also have lost a precious decade. This year, neither the northern dragon nor the arrogant man in the south have ever wanted to continue fighting, even if there are sporadic border conflicts, it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

Many young soldiers in the Republic have fallen forever, and they are the only tragedy. Li Siming touched the words on the tombstones of the deceased over and over again, muttering the nickname of everyone, and recalling the voice, appearance and smile of everyone in his lifetime. Those little things in the past have never been like today, and they are vivid in his mind, just as they happened yesterday. The graves lined up like the deceased before their lifetime, waiting for their former leaders to review.

Li Siming solemnly raised his right hand to show that he was once a soldier and bowed deeply to his dear comrades.

Li Siming felt ashamed. He once again remembered the question Sun Chang's son Sun Dajun asked. He should be ashamed. He never put all his thoughts on the army. He was in Cao's camp and was in Han. He was obsessed with his ideals and careers, believing that science and technology is his everything and the most worthy of his dedication. For this reason, he worked hard and worked hard for idealism all the time.

He was very busy and time was precious. He had excused himself countless times. Until today, he realized that what he had done was far from enough. The Veterans Foundation he funded looked so noble and generous, but it was never much more respectable than visiting this sacred place in person.

And today's day has been 8 years since the last time.

Li Siming and Xiaodao silently tore open the cigarette box, lit it for each dear comrades, took out the strong wine and sprinkled it on this hot land, allowing the fragrance of the strong wine to float in the air. They did all this silently, without saying anything, tears gushed out from the hearts of the two men, allowing two strings of tears to flow down their faces.

Finally, the two of them could not control themselves and stood in front of their comrades' graves, but raised their heads and burst into tears like children in front of the vast blue sky.

The old men guarding the tomb came forward to disperse the flowers they brought to the grave of each deceased.

The officers who also came to pay tribute to their comrades came over from a distance and silently gave a solemn military salute to these strangers who had never met.

The family members of the deceased who came from afar came to visit their relatives. Passing by their side, seeing this scene, quietly turned around, wiped their wet cheeks, and gave their comfort to strangers, but felt the same sorrow and heartache.

Under the guidance of the teacher, a team of eight or nine-year-old red scarves approached in front of them, presented wreaths, and lined up to the Young Pioneers in a row to pay a tribute to the young pioneers. The innocent and lively faces in the past were now full of solemnity and sacredness.

The war is over, the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated, and the hearts of the warriors have cooled down. The passionate era is gone, and people are more concerned about prices, wages and life. Perhaps in the near future, people will be forgotten here, just as normal as we forget everything outside things that have nothing to do with ourselves. Later, we occasionally talk about these things, as easy and ordinary as talking about casual news. Perhaps, this is an era of farewell, and almost everyone has abandoned the old order of life without hesitation. Even the hero itself cannot nostalgia because of its too heavy mythical color. But we will still cherish the touching things we have had. The symbols of the 1970s and the spiritual idols of the 1980s are like old photos that have been stained with the fragrance of the times, which have faded away their sublime, but are still extremely real.

Li Siming's thoughts flew to the distant Heilongjiang, which was no longer the "Bei Dahuang" but the "Bei Da Cang". Li Siming's countless predecessors and peers once shed sweat and paid a heavy price to build the barren land into the granary of the Republic. And there, there were also a group of young people who Li Siming knew. Li Siming once again felt deeply guilty and recalled.

The officers who had never met each other came forward, saluted, shook their hands very hard, and then turned and left. Without saying a word, nor was there any politeness, they knew Li Siming, but their shared experiences made them express the same feelings in this silent way. The heart of a warrior is their bond to maintain this body language, and they see the same things from each other's eyes.

The two came to the cemetery management office, found the person in charge, and asked to donate funds for the cemetery protection.

"This... is too much?" Several people in charge looked at the check with a denomination of 500,000 yuan given by the two, and couldn't believe it. This check must be used in Shenzhen.

"Nothing. We are all far away from home and rarely have the opportunity to come and take a look. We hope that all the money can be used for the construction and protection of the cemetery. As a veteran, it is worth donating some money!" Li Siming said.

"Thank you so much, veteran!" The person in charge held Li Siming's hand and said, "Some people donated money before, but they have never been like this. To be cautious, please ask the two veterans to meet our superiors? Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to charge so much money!"

"Okay!" Li Siming replied. If they collected the money casually, Li Siming would still be a little worried.

Li Siming and Xiaodao visited the relevant leaders and explained their identities. Xiaodao reached an agreement with the Cemetery Management Office in the name of the Veterans Foundation to ensure continuous donations to express the wishes of the veterans.

We are veterans. Li Siming and Xiaodao proudly claim to themselves, how proud they are. The superiors of the cemetery management have no reason to refuse the two veterans and more veterans behind them. This is a good thing. They greatly praised the foundation and promised to use it properly.

Let's go. Li Siming and Xiaodao took a last look, turned around and left, and threw themselves into the world of the world and the prosperous world. This is just the place where they can cry unscrupulously, the place where they remember the glorious years of the past and lament the gloriousness of life, but not where they should stay for a long time.

The prosperous world of the world and the urban forest made of reinforced concrete are the places where they live, work and pursue their so-called ideals. In this quiet and deserted place, the only ones that accompany their comrades are the towering green mountains and this red hot land, while the living often come here unilaterally to ask the deceased for the spirit and comfort of the past.

"We are wolf teeth soldiers, from the Northeast snowfield, fighting in the dense forests of the southern country. As long as the military call sounds, bloodshed and sacrifice is nothing..."

Li Siming seemed to hear someone singing this song with the power of life. At first, one person was singing, then two people, and finally a group of people, the song became loud and loud. The song seemed to echo between the mountains and resonate in the depths of his heart. Every note made his heart tremble, as if the ancient cavalry were waiting for the excitement and excitement of the drums.

"Xiaodao, listen, someone is singing "The Song of Wolf Teeth"!" Li Siming listened in a slanted ear and asked.

"No way?" Xiaodao said suspiciously. He listened carefully, sure that it was Li Siming's hallucination, but said, "Maybe it!"

"That's it!" Li Siming confirmed firmly, his tone was unquestionable.

Xiaodao did not refute, and the two walked out side by side, never looking back.

After Li Siming returned to Shenzhen, he had not been cheered up for several days. He still missed and recalled for a long time, as if he was still among his soldiers. Yang Yue was very worried.

"It's nothing, I just think of many past events, a little sad!" Li Siming said self-deprecatingly, "It's probably because of my age!"

Li Siming is an optimistic person. His sufferings and personal hardships have never really made him depressed. So in this sense, he is always a warrior. The feelings of a warrior are always strong and unyielding. He always faces life with a smile, and sadness is always after the storm. He uses his sincere heart to quietly soothe his wounded heart.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Li Siming is always full of fighting spirit for his ideals. He wants to charge against the enemy again and again like a warrior. Whether he charges head-on or circles around, he never forgets that he has a warrior's heart.

After passing through the passionate 70s and the passionate 80s, there were depression, hardship, poverty, joy, sorrow, sacrifice and glory. In the blink of an eye, Li Siming was already in his thirties - this is the age when a man's career was on track. Perhaps when most people still accomplish nothing, some people were already at the peak of everyone's looking up to.

When the 1980s were about to end, and when another decade was about to come, Li Siming still cherished his endless nostalgia for the past, but more of his beautiful longing and hope for the future.

One era is declared to end, another great era comes one after another, an era that belongs to Li Siming alone.
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