Chapter 26 The last soldier · heavy rain

Rain, who already knew something, began to pay attention to the cemetery.Heavy Rain, who can walk, often goes in and out of the cemetery. He fell down in the cemetery and got up again. He asked his father: Dad, what is buried in the soil? Wang Qinggui said: It's a human being. Heavy Rain asked again: Who is it? He said: He is my father's comrade-in-arms. Why are they buried here?The son seemed to have endless questions. He replied: They are dead. Da Yu still didn't understand what "dead" was, and he looked curiously at the neat rows of tombs. When the heavy rain got heavier, Wang Qinggui told him about the blocking battle, and the heavy rain listened with relish.At the beginning, the child seemed to understand but didn't understand. Wang Qinggui spoke more often, and he gradually understood.The child already knew that these father's comrades-in-arms died in the blocking battle. Before they died, they were people who could talk and walk just like their father.

Since then, the children and eyes have more questions and content. At the age of eight, Da Yu went to school.The school he was going to had to climb over a mountain and walk six or seven miles. Every day when the sun was setting, Wang Qinggui would sit on the top of the mountain, look down the path down the mountain, and watch the young figure of his son approaching little by little.Every time Da Yu came back, he had to sit by his father, accompany his father, and accompany his comrades in arms. Pointing to a tomb, my father said, "That's Xiao Pan, the youngest soldier in the platoon. He was only seventeen years old that year. He was clever and mischievous..."

My father said again: That is a big man Hu, tall and strong, he is the machine gunner in the platoon, he can march five kilometers without taking a breath... After a long time, Da Yu has become familiar with his father's comrades-in-arms, such as Miao Deshui, Xiao Liuzi, Jiang Mazi, Liu Wendong... Da Yu not only remembered their names, he even saw their voices and smiles under his father's description, as if Heavy Rain has known them for a long time. After dinner in the evening, Wang Qinggui would always sit in the cemetery, sitting in front of one grave for a while, sitting in front of that grave for a while, and chattering.Heavy Rain will also come here to sit with his father, he is used to his father's nagging.

He heard his father say: Jiang Mazi, today is your birthday. If you are still alive, you will be thirty-five years old this year. Da Yu saw an extra wine glass and a lit cigarette in front of Uncle Jiang's tomb.Looking at all this, his heart felt warm, and something was rippling. One day when I came back from school, the heavy rain came to my father again, sat opposite to my father, looked at my father and said: Dad—— The father looked up at his son. The son stared into his father's eyes and said: Dad, you really fought in the war, not a deserter? The father's eyes jumped, he didn't understand why his son asked him that.He stared at his son, wishing he could slap him twice.

Da Yu said, "Dad, I didn't say this, but my classmates. They said you were a deserter, so you didn't die." Father looked into the distance, where the sunset was fading little by little.There was something floating in my father's eyes, and Yu knew it was tears. Da Yu was very sad, for himself and for his father, he walked over carefully, fell on his father's lap, and shouted: Dad, they don't believe it, but I believe it.You are the last soldier of the Independence Regiment. The father's tears dripped down and fell on the son's head, one after another.

After a long time, the father raised his head, stroked his son's head and said, "Heavy Rain, remember this is your home. You will grow up in the future, and you may have to leave here, but Dad will not leave, and he will be buried here when he dies."Don't forget Dad and these comrades of Dad. Heavy Rain raised his head and nodded seriously at his father. Afterwards, Wang Qinggui began to tell Da Yu about the head of Zhang Letian again.Later, Da Yu learned that the tomb of Zhang Letian, the head of his father's regiment, was in the martyrs' cemetery in Wu City.Da Yu is very eager to see Zhang Letian, the head of his father. According to his father's description, Uncle Zhang is a legendary figure, brave and good at fighting, which is full of temptation and fascination for Da Yu.He said to his father seriously: Dad, when are you going to Wu City, take me to see the head uncle.

His father solemnly agreed to him. Before that, Wang Qinggui had to visit the head of the regiment every time he commemorated the memorial day, sit next to the head of the regiment, talk for a while, and salute the head of the regiment before leaving, and walked away with three steps and two turns. .Now there is no need to walk to Wu City. They only need to go out of the mountains and get on the road, and there will be a bus directly to Wu City, which is very convenient. The day before the head's memorial day that year, Wang Qinggui set off with heavy rain.Xiaolan baked cakes for them, sugar cakes this time, and a few hard-boiled eggs.

Da Yu finally got his wish to meet the heroic and legendary leader Zhang Letian.Father saluted the head of the regiment, and Heavy Rain placed a bouquet of wild flowers in front of the head's tomb, which were picked from the mountains and specially brought to the uncle of the head.The father was holding the stele and talking to the head of the regiment, and the father said: Head, Xiaogui came to see you, Xiaogui misses you, the bugle did not sound that year, Xiaogui was transferred to the team, Xiaogui regrets—— My father wept again, and so did the heavy rain. That time he and his father rose from the sun to the top of the sun, and they left the group leader Zhang Letian.My father was still reluctant to leave, and the heavy rain also looked back three times at every step.

That time his father took him to a department store and bought him a new schoolbag and pencils.This is the first time he has entered a department store, and everything he sees is fresh. Later, he and his father took a long-distance bus.After getting in the car, his father asked him: Heavy rain, will it come again in the future? Rain nodded. The father said again: "In the future, when Dad gets old and can't walk anymore, you can visit Uncle Zhang on behalf of Dad." Yu nodded solemnly, and his father seemed satisfied, and he dozed off while sitting in the car.Da Yu looked out the car window, holding a new schoolbag in his arms, and he saw that everything outside was fresh.

At this moment, the long-distance vehicle had an accident. When passing a sharp turn, the vehicle rolled down the hillside to avoid a cow on the road. Father subconsciously grabbed the heavy rain around him, which had already flown out of the car window.When my father climbed out of the car and found the heavy rain, the heavy rain had been flattened by the rolling car, and he still had his eyes wide open, tightly holding his new schoolbag in his arms. heavy rain He lay on his son's crushed body. That year, Da Yu was twelve years old and was in the fourth grade of elementary school. From then on, Wang Qinggui lost his son and lost heavy rain.