Years of Food Money!
Squeak--
Squeak--
The entire place was silent. Other than the sound of the old cart, which still echoed outside the memorial garden, no one spoke or made any sound.
The lieutenant colonel and the old man did not say a word. They walked toward the place where the funeral was held, where the five tombstones were.
Not long after, accompanied by the lieutenant colonel, the old man dragged the old cart and walked to the five tombstones.
Carefully putting down the cart, the old man bent his back, his eyes narrowed into a line, and the smile on his lips never disappeared.
The old man was facing the five tombstones, the five smiling black-and-white photos that were forever fixed at that moment.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the old man.
Although everyone's expressions were serious, their eyes were filled with pity, grief, and pity.
They all knew what had just happened and the conversation between the lieutenant colonel and the old man.
The send-off ceremony was temporarily suspended.
After the lieutenant colonel found out that the old man was the old Taoist priest who had given the five soldiers and Wang Yang credit, he gave the order.
The old man paid his respects first.
When he learned of this news, Jackson was not satisfied and was also a little unhappy.
This was because, in his opinion, he was only here to go through the process of this send-off ceremony.
However, the sudden arrival of the old man disrupted the rhythm.
" Time is going to be delayed again…" Jackson looked at the expensive watch on his wrist and said unhappily.
The subordinate lowered his voice and said angrily,"We're already giving China a lot of face by attending this farewell ceremony.”
"But now, an old man who sells noodles has appeared. We still have to let him pay his respects first. This is wasting time! Why didn't you chase him away!"
"What's there to delay for him? Just chase him away. Why must you make such a decision? This is clearly disrespecting you.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes impatiently.
The subordinate was right. He was just an ordinary old man. He had plenty of time.
However, their time was very precious. They had so many things to deal with every day. How could they have the time to listen to the old man's story?
It was still the kind of story that was full of hypocrisy.
Moreover, he was just an ordinary person. What did it matter?
Those big-headed soldiers were just ordinary people. He really did not know why such a grand farewell ceremony was held.
"How can China treat such an ordinary old man so kindly?”Jackson couldn't help but feel sad and even more dissatisfied.
"I haven't finished the story just now." The old man looked at the tombstone and muttered softly.
No one said anything. They all waited quietly, waiting for the old man to continue telling them this story and the past.
"This old man grabbed a handful of noodles and threw them into the boiling pot, but it was only for one person.
As I stirred it with my chopsticks, I asked why he was the only one here. What about the remaining children?
The child was still crying softly, but when he heard the old man's words, his cries became louder and louder.
After waiting for a long time, he finally stopped crying and told the truth.
It turned out that those children had already died in battle, and he was the only one who had returned…
I took the money and realized that it was the children's pension!
There was also a letter inside, but there were only a few words on the letter: Years of food money!"
The funeral was very quiet. Only the old man's hoarse voice was calm and sad as he recounted the past, the memories he shared with his six children.
The lieutenant colonel and the others looked at the old man and the tombstone from time to time. They sighed and felt sad.
Following the old man's hoarse voice, they felt as if they had been transported back to the time when the autumn leaves fell. At the foot of the mountain, there was a lonely old Taoist priest who had set up a noodle stall.
There were always six children in the noodle stall. They ate six bowls of noodles and shamelessly said that they would pay on credit.
The old man always smiled and agreed.
The sound of weeping echoed.
The soldiers who came to see him off had tears in their eyes. Some even burst into tears.
It made the already sorrowful ritual even more sorrowful and unacceptable.
The five military heroes were still young. They had a good time and a good future ahead of them.
But now, everything had become nonsense. Their smiles were forever frozen, and their time had also stopped.
Even the lieutenant colonel turned his head and secretly wiped away the tears that flowed down his face.
" They are all good soldiers... and good people..." The lieutenant colonel's Adam's apple moved, and his voice couldn't help but become hoarse.
"You are also a good person."
Jackson saw all of this, but there were no tears in his eyes, nor was there any sadness.
Deep in his light blue eyes, there were no ripples, just like a calm lake. Even if a huge rock fell, there was no splash.
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Xingfu City, First Hospital.
Wang Yang looked at everything on the phone screen, and two lines of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
The emotions buried in the depths of his heart, the years of guilt, the pain that he had suppressed for a long time, the fruitless search for the old man, the deep guilt towards his comrades, and the guilt towards the old man gradually faded as the old man finished telling his story.
It exploded in his heart.
The old man…was a good person.
He was the benefactor of him and the other five comrades.
His benefactor had come to his comrade's funeral, but he was confined to this hospital bed. He could only hold his breath and watch the funeral from afar.
It was possible to see the old man appear and hear his voice again. It was possible to hear the old man personally speak of the past and reminiscence.
His heart felt a little comforted.
If there were any unfulfilled wishes, it would be to see Boss Zhang hold a grand funeral for his comrades.
He wanted to take a bite of the noodles cooked by the old man.
If he had the chance, he would not have any regrets.
However, he had to leave with regret because he could not hold on until the day the old man cooked noodles for him.
Thinking of this, Wang Yang suppressed his emotions and forced himself to look at the funeral on his phone screen again.
He did not know what kind of arrangements Boss Zhang had made.
But at this moment, he chose to believe in Boss Zhang.
At the end of his life, he wanted to watch this "grand" funeral in its entirety.
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