Chapter 27 The Last Soldier Proof

There were two people and a dog on that mountain. The dog is a bitch who can give birth to a litter of puppies every year, and the puppies grow so fast that they can run and jump after two months.Two months later, when Wang Qinggui was at his most ruthless, he realized that he had no ability to raise this litter of dogs. The few acres of wasteland below the mountain were only enough for him and Xiaolan to have two mouths, and he had no ability to let the dogs compete with people for food. Two months later, he hugged the puppy and stood on the road at the foot of the mountain, where people often passed by, and he would give the dog to those who were willing to raise the dog. The puppy blasted away.Bitches can be anxious during the first few days of losing a litter, especially with bouts of barking at night.At that time, he would accompany the dog, stretch out his hand for the dog to lick, and then babbled and said: You just accept your fate, a dog has a dog's life, and a man has a life.There should be no son in my life, the heavy rain is gone, you are a dog, this is your life, admit it...

Amidst his chatter, the dog gradually calmed down. After a long time, it got used to life without children, and ran around faithfully around Wang Qinggui's knees. Xiaolan also resigned to her fate. When she first came to the mountain, she was only in her early twenties, and she was very moist. Now she is old.The mountain wind had roughened her skin and made her hands hard. I am busy in the wasteland at the foot of the mountain all year round, sowing seeds in spring, cultivating in summer, and harvesting in autumn. The land is wasteland, and the fertility is insufficient, and the crops grown are weak.The harvest is always not good, and Xiaolan has to go to the mountains to pick some wild goods from time to time. There are wild vegetables in spring and summer, and there will be some fruits in autumn. These wild goods are reluctant to eat, and they are carried to the supply and marketing agency twenty miles away. Yes, change back to some oil and salt or something, with these days there will be a taste.

That summer, Heavy Rain went to Wu City with his father, and that was the first time her son traveled far away. She stood on the mountain and watched two figures, one big and one small, disappear from her sight.The next day, she still stood on the mountain waiting for the two figures, one big and one small, to come back, and waited until it was dark.On the third day, Wang Qinggui staggered in front of her with his son in his arms, and she collapsed when she saw him. Wang Qinggui babbled to her over and over again: The car is here to hide from the cows, this is what you see... She lay on the kang for several months that time, she was deformed and her hair turned gray.

Their son was buried in heavy rain at the foot of the mountain, on top of the wasteland, which was Xiaolan's idea, so that she could see her son every day when she went to work in the field. Xiaolan is old, and he is also old. Every day, she went to work in the field, and when she was tired, she would sit beside her son and say softly, "It's raining heavily, mom is here."Are you hot or cold? If you miss your mother, just open your eyes and look at your mother. On her son's birthday, Xiaolan would also sit in front of her son's grave, and he would accompany her.My mother said: "Heavy rain, today is your birthday——

After speaking, he took out a boiled egg from his arms and put it in the grass on the grave.He also said: "Heavy Rain, you usually like to eat eggs boiled by your mother. Today is your birthday, so let's eat another one." After finishing speaking, Xiaolan began to cry.He squatted there and tears also fell down patter on the grass.The dog squatted on the side, seemed to understand people's sorrow, and it also had tears in its eyes. Usually it was a companion of the heavy rain, but when the heavy rain was gone, its companion was gone. Most of the time, Wang Qinggui would sit on the top of the mountain and look down the mountain in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking.That day, when he was sitting on the mountain in a daze, he saw a few people coming up the path, and there were two soldiers among them.As soon as he saw the soldier, his heart skipped a beat. He stood up slowly and looked towards the person coming.When those people approached me, someone introduced me: This is Wang Qinggui.

Two soldiers saluted him, and he also raised his right hand to salute: Report to the chief, I am Wang Qinggui, leader of the third platoon of the fifth company of the County Independence Regiment. Two soldiers stepped forward and held his hand, very touched.One of the soldiers said: Comrade Wang Qinggui, you have been wronged for so many years. I represent the officers and soldiers of the 182nd Division to see you. As soon as Division 182 was mentioned, Wang Qinggui burst into tears.For so many years, he has thought about and read the 182nd Division, and now he is finally looking forward to it.He couldn't tell what it was like.

It turned out that the army that the 182nd Division was in found a newspaper from the military division when sorting out the military history. The newspaper recorded the entire process of the liberation of Gaoqiao by the Independent Regiment and the Field Army. It mentioned Wang Qinggui, and there was another A picture of him hanging the red flag on the water tower.The person who saw this newspaper was none other than Master Tang of the 182nd Division. He still remembered the scene when Wang Qinggui found the 182nd Division.Now that the evidence was finally found, Commander Tang sent people to the local area to solve the problems left by Wang Qinggui.

The people from the Civil Affairs Bureau handed Wang Qinggui the certificate of reassignment to the army, and then took his hand and said: You have been wronged for so many years. What Wang Qinggui valued was not the paper certificate. He was excited because he finally found an organization, and the organization finally recognized him. From now on, he would be a homeless person. That time the leader asked for his opinion, wanted him to go down the mountain and find him a job within his ability, but he refused without thinking.After so many years, he was used to being on the mountain. He couldn't do without his comrades in arms, and he couldn't do without his son lying down the mountain.

Now the local leaders will visit him on the mountain every New Year's Eve, bringing some condolences and subsidies.Every time local leaders came, he greeted them with a salute, and when they left, he saluted them off.He wouldn't say anything, and couldn't say anything.He's proud of who he is, and he has the right to salute now because he's recognized as a soldier, a soldier.