You made me a superstar

Chapter 309 Diary
Old Yang trembled slightly.

There seemed to be something choked in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

He took a sip of Erguotou, the spicy taste made him shed tears, finally took Tang Xiao's napkin and wiped it, wanted to say something, but was finally speechless.

A gust of cool wind was blowing, and there was a faint chill outside the house.

An Jianwu, who had been smiling all the time before, also fell silent at this moment.

His expression was still calm, but he subconsciously took something out of his pocket.

however.

Nothing came out.

Suddenly, he realized that he had quit smoking.

Since the bronchitis attack last year, the family has hidden all the cigarettes.

He finally looked at An Xiao, with a hint of pleading for help in his eyes: "Take a pack of cigarettes."

An Xiao was silent for a long time, but in the end she still shook her head firmly: "You can't smoke."

After An Jianwu saw An Xiao's expression, his expression squirmed slightly, and his throat suddenly became dry: "Today is different."

An Xiao remained silent for a while, finally stood up, and walked slowly towards the back room. Not long after, she took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and handed them to An Jianwu: "Grandma will scold you if she knows."

"Not in the way, not in the way..." An Jianwu shook his head, skillfully pulled out one, lit it and handed it to Old Yang: "Old Yang, here is one."

"it is good."

Cigarettes curled up.

The room fell silent again.

No one spoke, and no one brought food, just silently watching the two old people who were already seventy years old.

They have too many stories buried in the wind and sand.

Sitting on the chair, Zhou Yang recalled that year, when the eyes of the teachers were full of tears during the "Golden Fishhook" public class.

At that time, he didn't understand, and felt that those teachers were a little fake, even hypocritical.

One class, one article, how can people cry after listening to it?

As he got older, he finally began to understand something, and he finally understood this text.

Some people have gone away.

But some things must be remembered.

Forgetting, although not totally equal to betrayal, is a kind of deep-seated sorrow.

The two old men smoked silently.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon, a cigarette was exhausted. An Jianwu subconsciously smoked the cigarette box, but found that the box was empty.

He smiled bitterly.

An Xiao only left them two cigarettes.

"Xiao Zhou, this story is very good, very good..." He looked at Zhou Yang and nodded repeatedly: "Old Yang, are you okay?"

"It's because the smoke and wine are both suffocating. I'm fine..." Old Yang was still trembling slightly, but after hearing An Jianwu's voice, he shook his head, and then looked at Zhou Yang: "Xiao Zhou... "

"Grandpa Yang." Zhou Yang looked at Old Yang and sat up slightly.

"For a moment just now, I felt that you were watching all this from the side, watching the old squad leader slowly close his eyes, and then telling this story..." Mr. Yang raised his hand, his voice was a little hoarse, but In the end, he sighed deeply: "I keep that fishhook all the time...it's at home, I'll bring it for you..."

"Old Yang, eat first."

"Take it and eat it." Elder Yang was extremely stubborn, stood up a little staggeringly, and then walked towards the gate.

"Zhibin is going to see Grandpa Yang off."

"..."

An Zhibin nodded. He was supposed to help Mr. Yang, but Mr. Yang shook his head. He didn't need any support, and his back was straight.

In a trance...

From his back, Zhou Yang saw the figure struggling forward step by step in the grass.

"Grandpa An, the food is cold, I'll go heat it up."

"it is good."

Tang Xiao looked at An Jianwu, then at Zhou Yang and An Xiao, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen with the dishes.

When Tang Xiao left, the atmosphere suddenly became a little inexplicably awkward.

"Xiao Zhou, your grandfather was a soldier before, right?"

"Being." Zhou Yang nodded. The grandfather in this world was indeed a soldier, but he died too early, so Zhou Yang didn't have much memory.

"People from that era?"

"Ah."

"Okay, that's good." An Jianwu looked at Zhou Yang and nodded silently, then looked at An Xiao: "The story Xiao Zhou just told should indeed be included in the textbook, and the fishhook should be put in the same way as the end of the story. Enter the military museum... you go and implement it."

"Well, I will communicate this matter to the relevant department..." An Xiao nodded.

"By the way, what are the children learning now?"

"..."

Zhou Yang sat next to An Xiao, silently listening to An Xiao and An Jianwu talking.

There are many contents and secrets in it.

Zhou Yang didn't know whether he should listen to these words, or he shouldn't listen, or he would go to heat up some hot dishes like Sister Tang Xiao.

Just as he was about to get up, An Xiao pushed him down. He looked up at An Xiao who was still talking to his grandfather, and sat down obediently, but his mind couldn't help but think wildly.

Just now, Mr. An's hand was on his leg...

About ten minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house.

Holding a box in one hand, Mr. Yang walked into the room.

He put down the box, and then took out a rusty but preserved sewing needle from it.

"This is the needle..."

..............................

It took a long time for dinner.

It took more than two hours to eat.

After eating, Zhou Yang, An Xiao and An Zhibin Tang Xiao were brought to the study by An Jianwu.

An Jianwu's study is very spacious, and it doesn't look crowded when several people sit in it. At the same time, there are many books, including the old editions of "Four Books and Five Classics", "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", "Three Kingdoms", There are the current "Das Kapital", "Faith"...

Zhou Yang even saw a book called "Overlord".

The film "Overlord", the most significant film of the time in the Chinese film industry, was adapted from this book.

An Jianwu personally made a cup of tea for everyone. It seemed that he was influenced by "The Golden Fishhook" just now. Old Yang was still in a low mood. After taking a sip of tea, he sighed faintly and wanted to say something, but But he held it in his heart, unable to say anything.

"Lao Yang...you can say whatever you want."

"Comrade Jiang Cai left a few days ago. When I was helping to pack up Comrade Jiang Cai's belongings, I found a diary. In the diary, there was a story about the 140th Battalion and 4th Company of the 9th Regiment. After reading the story, I felt that I feel very uncomfortable... It should be during that special period that someone gave the diary to Comrade Jiang Cai. For some reason, Comrade Jiang Cai didn't have time to read it, and then it was stacked. This story, I feel very sad... ...I once saw those old comrades with my own eyes, and watched them leave..." Old Yang took out a neatly wrapped cloth from his pocket.

Carefully opened the cloth bag, revealing an old diary, the cover was damaged, the paper was yellowed, it looked a bit old.

Old Yang's eye circles became very cloudy, but he suppressed the grief and handed the diary to Zhou Yang.

"Huh?" Zhou Yang was stunned.

"Xiao Zhou, look at this story, can it be put on the screen?"

"it is good!"

The handwriting in the diary has begun to turn yellow, and some words are generally unclear.

"In 1948, during the Battle of Huaihai, I followed comrades Zhang Daya and Zhang Xiaoping to receive a mission called "sniping"..."

"I remember that the weather was very cold that day, and I was shivering. I was called to the office by the leader..."

"I vaguely heard the leader tell me that this time the task is very heavy..."

"..."

"My comrades, my instructors..."

"The battle was fierce. The number of enemies was several times that of ours. Even if we had the terrain advantage, we still couldn't resist wave after wave of attacks..."

"I watched them die in front of me. I saw with my own eyes that Zhang Da Ya was scorched black, half of his lower body was blown up, but he was holding on to my hand, trying to say something..."

"However, I couldn't hear what he was saying, because my ears were deafened by the explosion, and my eyes couldn't see very well. I just felt that my surroundings were blood red..."

"Someone took my hand, as if telling me to leave the position..."

"However, I know I can't go, I didn't hear the trumpet, and I can't confirm whether it was blown or not. I only know that some people are gesticulating and saying that it was blown, while others are saying that it was not blown... ..."

"..."

"Fifty comrades, except for me, all died in this battle. They were buried in a hole. My new instructor pulled the fuse of the bomb at the last moment, and then, they were buried in it..."

"We have only one idea, that is, we cannot let the enemy find the corpse..."

"I came out, I used a gun, I hit a tank..."

"I'm alone, I'm very hungry, I can't see anything, but I know there are enemies around, so I put on the clothes of the enemies, and later, I realized, what a stupid decision it was ..."

"..."

"I can't find the 140 regiment. Many people broke up and reorganized, and then they were broken up again. I survived, but no one knows who I am and where our team is..."

"Many became martyrs, while my brothers, my comrades, became missing persons..."

"..."

Zhou Yang looked at the diary silently.

It was as if a boulder was pressing on his heart, as if he couldn't breathe no matter how hard he gasped.

He saw despair in the diary, which was full of despair.

He thought of a movie called "Assembly" in the original world. The content described in the diary was so similar to "Assembly".

only……

"Assembly" ended much better.

At least those who disappeared were posthumously named martyrs.

And the owner in the diary seemed to be regarded as a lunatic, and in that special era, his hands were skinny from the cold, but no amount of digging could dig out those comrades who were buried deep in the ground.

"Grandpa Yang... how about the ending of the diary?"

"Still investigating, but I heard that he froze to death. Someone saw the diary on him, and it was handed over to Jiang Cai many years later, and it was not found by us until many years later..."

"..."

　Continue two updates today...but I still have the cheek to ask for a monthly pass. Tomorrow is a new month. I will work harder and update
　　
　
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