Chapter 1261 The Boiling of that Stagnant Water

This military salute from the frail old man made the eyes of these soldiers who had been separated from him for half a century suddenly wet.

Chen Chengwu straightened his body almost subconsciously, and said loudly with the most standard military posture and military salute, and with the most hoarse voice: "Old senior, Chen Chengwu of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Yun Province Military Region, salute you!"

Under Chen Chengwu's roar, the other soldiers put down the equipment and supplies in their hands, stood at attention with red eyes, saluted, and saluted the old man loudly.

This battle made the accompanying Li Mu, Liu Xinxin and others instantly moved to tears, and two lines of hot tears welled up in the old man's wrinkled eyes.

At this moment, the old man abandoned the local dialect he had spoken for decades, and said in standard Mandarin: "National Revolutionary Army, Air Force, Sixth Brigade, Major Pilot, Sun Xiaozhong, thank you... Thank you... "

For the old man, due to many special historical reasons, the identity of a soldier has been buried in his heart for more than half a century. It's not that he shouted alone, but after so many years, he has become more and more aware that this wish is actually an extravagant hope. In half a century of ups and downs, this country has gone through countless changes, and his deeds in the past have become more and more The less likely it is to be remembered, the more likely that his identity can only be brought into the soil by himself.

It wasn't until a few days ago that a few young people who claimed to be volunteers went into the mountains and inquired about their names in the village. Only then did he know that his deeds had not been completely forgotten by society, and that there were very few small children. Chuo Ren found his name by looking up the information of the Flying Tigers and the local government records of the year, and found Baofu Village step by step.

The volunteers brought him some cakes and gifts, and also gave him 2,000 yuan. The old man had never touched a hundred-yuan bill several times in his life, and his hands trembled when he saw so much money. The thickest coffin made by hand was sold for only 1,000 yuan.

But the old man didn't ask for the money, because he had already got more wealth than this money, because there were still people who remembered him, who knew who he was and what he did.

People in Baofu Village have been with the old man for decades, and they don’t know what the old man does. They just call him Lao Suntou, because his name, Sun Xiaozhong, sounds too bookish, and the people in the mountains can’t understand or speak. The appellations between them are mostly "surname" + "A character" + brother, sister-in-law, uncle, and uncle, such as Brother Zhang and Sister Chen. Compared with the old man's name with a strong sense of the Republic of China, the names of the villagers should be down to earth. many.

In the eyes of the villagers of Baofu Village, the old man is an old bachelor. He has been a bachelor since the day he entered the mountain. In the words of the elders in the village, the year the old man came to the mountain, he was like a defeated rooster and a lost dog. He came to Baofu Village in rags and asked the villagers to give him a place to live. Although the land in Baofu Village was worthless, the closed villages generally did not like foreigners to enter, not to mention that the local language of the old man at that time was not so standard. , but the old village chief at that time, for some unknown reason, still agreed to his request and told him that there was no one living in the small soil slope at the east end of the village.

So, the old man built a thatched hut by himself in silence, and found a piece of mountain field far away from the mountain that no one was willing to reclaim. He gathered two acres of land and planted food, and then he was really in Baofu Village. It's 30 years since I've settled down.

For the past 30 years, the old man has been the poorest old grandson in the village in the eyes of the villagers. People always use him to educate their children: if you don't obey, the old grandson will catch you and eat you; if you don't work hard, you will be like an old man in the future. If Sun Tou can't get a wife; if he can't get a wife, he will be like the old Sun Tou, who will die without a person to support the coffin...

When these rumors gradually became popular, the old man was almost demonized in the eyes of the children in the village. Many children screamed and left in horror when they saw him.

A few timid children would pick up the lumps and throw them at the elderly nervously and vigorously, and then turn their heads and scream and run away regardless of whether they hit them or not. Their parents rarely care, because they feel that over the years Letting the old man stay in the village is already the endless kindness of the village to him. This trivial matter is far from enough for him to repay the kindness of the villagers and him.

The old man never cared or was angry about it. Whether it was the children's horror and teasing, or the villagers' ridicule and sympathy, he was neither angry nor sad. In the same way, for decades, not even a single tear has flowed.

He always comforted himself like this. When he was flying a plane to fight the Japanese, he had the determination and courage to die every time he took off. An iron tree that will never wither or fall. This iron tree has stood for decades. It has withstood the attack of Japanese fighter planes and the baptism of historical catastrophe. Today, these are not even eaten by ants.

It is such a strong old man, and now, when facing these PLA soldiers, he could not stop the tears in an instant.

Different from the recognition of him by the volunteers a few days ago, these people in military uniforms are active military personnel. Their recognition makes the old man most gratified and moved.

For many years, the national army pilot named Sun Xiaozhong, the pilot who once guarded the southwest with the American Flying Tigers, has no longer felt the excitement and excitement. After the disappearance of his wife and children, his life is like a stagnant water, there is no trace of it. The waves were terrifyingly silent, and at this moment, the water was completely boiling.

The scene of a dozen active-duty soldiers and the elderly saluting each other was still for a few minutes. Fortunately, the two cameras did not stop shooting from the moment they entered the mountain. The photographer hoped to capture the hardships of the mountain along the way. I was fortunate to capture such an image that was completely without any intentions, and everything came from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, the old man took the lead in breaking this stagnant picture, and said with an annoyed expression: "I should invite you to sit in the house, but the house is too small and too broken, there is no place to go..."

Chen Chengwu wiped away tears and said, "Senior, we won't go in, but they..."

Chen Chengwu turned around and pointed to the two videographers carrying cameras, as well as Li Mu and Liu Xinxing, and said to the old man, "They are from Yanjing, and they want to give you an interview and report your story. Let more people know the story of you and other war veterans."

The old man nodded lightly and said, "A few young people who have been here before have told me how to interview you, I will cooperate, but..."

Speaking of this, the old man struggled for a moment and pleaded: "Just can you record a segment for me to broadcast? I want to find my wife and children. If they are still alive, they may have a chance to see it."

Liu Xinying hurriedly went to the previous one and said to the old man: "Senior, you can say whatever you want to say to the camera. We promise to spread the video to the people of the whole country, not only to see it, but also to let them know. What a great service you and other veterans have done to this nation."

The old man hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm ashamed, it's not a contribution, it's all our own responsibility. It's the responsibility of the country to rise and fall. It's not a credit, it's an obligation!"

The village chief was stunned listening on the sidelines, he didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly he said something in shock.

The old man laughed and coughed, and replied a few words in a dialect that everyone could not understand.

The guide told everyone that the old village chief was surprised that Senior Sun could speak Mandarin.

Mandarin is a local term for Putonghua. Many people can understand it but can't speak it. There are also many elderly people who can't understand it. For local villagers as old as Sun, almost no one can speak it. Mandarin, so when he started speaking Mandarin, the village chief felt as surprised as if a villager in his own village suddenly became fluent in a foreign language.

The old man's answer was: "I'm not actually a native of this province. I have spoken Mandarin since I was young. After 37 years in Yunnan, I learned a little bit of the local dialect."

The village chief was shocked beyond words, as if his entire life and three views had been subverted.

Not having the energy to take care of the dazed and surprised old village chief, Li Mu and Liu Xinxin followed the old man into his thatched hut with the cameraman.

After entering, everyone really realized what hardship is. The impact of reality is countless times more real than the pictures sent back by the volunteers. The lower head is the earth, and the head is half-pulling the white cloud sky. Yun Province is located on a plateau, and the clouds look like It is much closer than the plain area. The scenery was originally beautiful, but seeing the white clouds from the roof gives people a feeling of sadness in addition to sadness.

The old man did not have any decent clothes. He only had a tunic suit that had been worn for many years and had countless patches. The old man took off the tattered cotton-padded coat, took out the clean tunic suit and put it on. The bed on the brick, took a small tin box from the head of the bed, took out a medal in the shape of an eagle wing, and carefully hung it on the chest, looking down at the medal, the old man sighed: "For decades, no I wore it again, and when I was criticized, I was afraid that it would be taken away, so I hid it in the swallow’s nest and took it up the mountain again. This is the first time I have worn it in so many years.”

An accompanying female reporter hurriedly squatted in front of him and asked, "Senior, can you tell us the origin of this medal?"

The two photographers also knelt down on one knee and took pictures of the old man and the medal from a low position. Li Mu was so busy pulling Liu Xinxin to sit on the ground cross-legged. In this dilapidated thatched house, the old man should be the tallest one.

There were saliva bubbles at the corners of the old man's mouth, and his lips moved for a long time before he said: "This is a star-sequence medal. After the war of resistance began, the National Government set up a medal specially for the National Air Force pilots. There are ten levels from 1 to 10 stars on it. According to the rules of the National Government at that time, only pilots who have shot down enemy planes are eligible to be awarded medals. For shooting down an enemy plane, they will be awarded one star-ranked medal, and for shooting down two enemy planes, they will be awarded two-star-ranked medals..."

Li Mu carefully looked at the medal on the old man's chest. In the center of a pair of golden eagle wings, there was a star in the center of the circle on a white background, and the top, bottom left, and bottom right of it, in the layout of the trident, each had a star, a total of Four.

The old man stroked his medal and said softly, "Actually, I only shot down three Japanese planes, the fourth one was shot down by one of my wingman pilots at the time. He died in that air battle, and the officer awarded him posthumously. I received a Baoding Medal, and then gave me the downed fighter jet, and on another wingman pilot, I changed from three stars to four stars, and the other wingman pilot changed from one star to two stars."

The young female reporter said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry old man, I don't quite understand what you mean by wingman, can you teach us a lesson?"

The old man let out a sigh of relief and recovered from the heavy thoughts just now, and said, "At that time, the planes were all formation tactics, divided into long planes and wingmen. The lead plane was the commander of this formation. Unconditionally carry out all the orders of the chief pilot, the tactics adopted by the Nationalist government at that time were one chief and two wingmen, with three planes in formation, I was the chief pilot, and there were two other wingmen.”

Speaking of which, the old man sighed and said, "Since my wingman pilot died, the number of National Air Force aircraft has been insufficient, so we have changed to one chief and one wingman, and three to two..."

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