Chapter 56 56. The Road Without Legs

The new soldier Zhu Yongming is not tall, but he is very handsome. He writes a good handwriting. He practices calligraphy when he has time. ?" "Not much progress." He really wanted to be a calligrapher. During that repair work, the landmine in the woven bag raged, and he was blinded in one eye, and his two hands were also taken off, leaving only two bare arms. From then on, he sat on the hospital bed without moving for a long time, really like a male Venus with a severed arm placed there. So many good wishes, as well as the calligrapher's ambition, all came to naught with that earth-shattering explosion.

When he opened his own diary, he didn't think the words were so good at first, but now they become so delicate and fluent.His eyes stopped on a diary, which said June 25th, fog, remembering their rush to repair the observation post, and then there were pages of blank paper with the greenway closed.It was the last diary he wrote, and it was discontinued the next day. Things are so bad, even if Wu Fengbao, the squad leader, still has one hand, even two fingers, as long as he can hold the pen.The finger was never found again.What about others, can others be found? He clamped the pen with the two bare arms and began to practice calligraphy.The characters are very big, not like what he wrote, but like the crooked traces of crawling after being injured.When the callus was worn out on the stump of his arm, his handwriting no longer looked like traces, but like a house frame built of wooden poles.

He asked Wu Fengbao: "How is it?" "It's improved, it's very good. It took so long to write, but it's not as good as what you are writing now." Everyone read his handwriting, and comforted him with the best words: "It's very similar to Kuangcao, it's really developed, someone wrote Kucao and still can't let it go!" When the cadres of the army visited him, they also praised him greatly, and wanted to use his words to go back and educate the soldiers. Finally one day, when the condolence team came, they read his handwriting and took it back.The college students also looked around, saying that he wrote well, one by one squeezed to pass the notebooks for him to sign, and some took off their white coats and let him sway freely on them.

A neat piece of paper was placed in front of him. This is a comrade from the Railway Academy: "Please write a poem for the students!" I really don't believe that I will hear this word. Is it really going to be an inscription for someone else, and it is a college student? Can you come up with this word? What is the question? Looking at these white and healthy peers in front of me, (many of them are the same age as me, they are all nineteen years old).I really want to cry, I am different from them, I lost a lot, I lost it too early, and I feel precious after I lose it, if I still have two hands, I will never waste a second like I used to time.At the moment of the explosion, I seemed to turn a person's life into a moment. Life is in this moment, and death is also in this moment. more feelings.It is too early to be able to summarize life at the age of nineteen, and I still want to write them all out.

He wrote four words: "cherish the time". Within a few days, people told Zhu Yongming that the Railway Institute had set his inscription in the most beautiful frame, hung it in the most eye-catching place of the school, and there were so many students standing below to take pictures. His mood became exceptionally good, he was smiling, he was humming, and he practiced calligraphy more frequently.More and more people asked for his inscription. He has specially practiced the three characters "Zhu Yongming", and it is always necessary to sign these characters when writing an inscription.These three words have never been so beautiful, and he himself feels kind.

On a very accidental occasion, a stranger randomly picked up a piece of practice paper and smiled casually: "Who is practicing calligraphy, primary school student? Crawl!" Zhu Yongming happened to be walking, and his extreme sensitivity made him rush over.When he saw that what he said was exactly his handwriting, he seemed to hear a thunderstorm, and his body became weak. This was the first time he heard someone say that his handwriting was not good after he was injured. not good?How could so many people ask for his inscription? If people don't know that they are wounded and sick who have participated in battles, who will speak their own words well?

If in the future I leave the hospital, leave the army, and go to that kind but unfamiliar hometown, who will say my own words are good? He was sad again.What is lost is lost after all. But he is still struggling, still looking.He found a lot of things that were not there before. Wang Linying's legs made a sonorous sound of sports, and when he was about to triumph, the sound of emptiness stopped. I love playing football, basketball, table tennis, and long-distance running. In a ten-kilometer long-distance race, prizes will be awarded to the top ten. I can always run in the top five, and the 100-meter score is within 13 seconds.

Striker on football field. On the night of the 13th, there was a situation at the sentry post, and the telephone line was blown up. The next day, a soldier in my squad and I went to see the directional mines set up. We suspected that the Vietnamese army had cut the line, so we went down the line to find it.There was still fog that day, and I was four or five meters away from the sentry post. I slipped along the stone and heard a bang. , I asked where the cannon came from, and my left leg was numb. When I saw that most of my foot was blown up, and the heel of my hind leg was still hanging, I realized that it was a mine. Yes, a tourniquet was used.

During the operation, it was dark, drowsy, and still sleepy, all the clothes were cut, and I felt my legs were shaking. I thought I had my legs sawed, and I scolded: Fuck, it’s the end, there is still one month, the legs are finished, later What else to play football with. Now I feel that my feet are still there. When I move my right foot, my left foot also jumps. I have been following my foot for more than 20 years, and suddenly it falls off. In the dream I was still on the battlefield, cooking by myself, in the dream I called the company when something happened, and in the dream I also dreamed of my family members, and I cried when I woke up.That night I was dreaming and running, didn't my legs explode?It's grown again, hold it and watch it, isn't it good?just run.I run quite freely.I was running on the road at home again, which was Yuhua Road. I met an acquaintance and said hello: My legs are fine, isn't this running?

I dreamed several times at night, my legs ran, hurt, and I woke up.Originally, I woke up and looked at my legs. I was afraid that the wound would burst into blood. After checking that it was all right, I lay down and went back to sleep. I can no longer run, I can't kick the ball, these can only be in my dreams. Wu Fengbao and Zhu Yongming were injured in the explosion of the same landmine. Seeing that Xiao Zhu's hands were gone, he tried to stop the bleeding from Xiao Zhu's wrists. , Looking down, his left hand is gone. He vaguely felt someone pulling his hand, and he heard the sound of sawing wood.

He saw the gauze wrapped around the back of his hand, like a small tree wrapped with straw ropes in winter. "A small tree has five branches, and each branch is covered with a tile." His childish voice: "Hand!" Now the five branches are gone, leaving only one tree trunk. "Ten brothers, divided into two squads, united tightly, can conquer the sky." The recruit's voice: "Hand!" Now the brother of a class on the left is missing. Being a soldier for such a long time, without even touching a hair on the enemy, but losing one of my own hands, what can I do in this life!His broken arm was in unbearable pain. He wanted to fall when he saw everything, and he felt uncomfortable when he saw anything. He also dreamed that the little devil laughed at him.He rushed to the position to shoot, my hand was thrown on the position, and I will let your life be thrown there.It will feel better to knock you down. He became the first disabled soldier to return to the battlefield with a broken arm to kill the enemy since the recovery of Laoshan. He wants to be a killer. Whoever has tasted the feeling of breaking an arm has thought of it at this point. If an arm is gone, maybe his life will be ruined. He has to vent and destroy a few little devils with his own hands. return. He became a sniper. He chose the shooting position, which was in the rock crevice 50 meters in front of the left side of Maoerdong. It was very hidden, and he lay down for two days without even a ghost. The opportunity came. At 3:45 in the afternoon, four enemies came out of a hole, less than 200 meters away from here. The four of them looked into the hole in a panic. What happened there?It could be a snake, there is a snake in the hole, my precious snake.You did me a favor.Snakes also have spirituality, as long as they can kill the enemy, even if they don't hit snakes for a lifetime. He wanted to make the gun more stable, so he couldn't help reaching out his left hand to hold it, but what he stretched out was only a bone stick.He was trembling a little, and he was still aiming. The four of them hit the one standing there facing the other side first. There was a crisp sound, so melodious. "It's on! It's on!" The class assistant held up the binoculars. The remaining three enemies tried their best to drill into the hole, and it seemed that they didn't care about the snake in the hole anymore. The gun and the snake were more powerful than the gun in their hands. He aimed another shot at the hole, and a guy clutched his thigh and fell to the hole, and crawled into the hole. No, one was killed too little, one should be killed for recruit Zhu Yongming, no, two more were killed, Zhu Yongming lost two arms. After that, he crawled back and forth more than a dozen times and stayed in the shooting position for a few days and a half, but the enemy was afraid of being beaten and dared not stretch his head again. It was getting dark, and he was about to come down. He really didn't believe that he would see two enemies at this time. He wants to shoot the side of the hole first, there is still a hurdle at the entrance, and the other person has a chance to take a leg when drilling the hole, use this opportunity to shoot the second shot, you two, we will take care of it all. For the "ba" shot, he aimed the gun at the hole immediately, regardless of whether he fired it or not. The enemy's movement was not as fast as he shifted the gun's muzzle. Shaking a bit, he fell to the entrance of the cave. That night, the Vietnamese army retaliated again. They fired fiercely for half an hour, and the scattered artillery continued to fire all night. He was safe in the cat's ear hole.