After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

The theater was filled with dead silence.

A young girl in the front row covered her mouth tightly with her hands, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She forced the sobs to be held back in her throat, making her face turn red.

He murmured, "How could this happen... He can't die."

Sitting next to me, a middle-aged man had red eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand. There was a layer of moisture on the lenses.

He sighed heavily and leaned back, "This kid is so stubborn. Oh, what a nice guy."

His words were full of regret, his eyes were still fixed on the screen, still hoping for a miracle to happen, the scene would suddenly change, and Lin Xi would stand up again in full energy.

Several students who came together in the back row and were originally discussing the plot in a low voice were now completely silent.

The boy sitting next to me had a serious look on his face, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes stubbornly holding back tears, and cursed in a low voice: "The Japanese are so despicable!"

The voice was filled with trembling hatred, and the other students nodded.

On the screen, a few Japanese soldiers stabbed Lin Xi several more times to prevent him from being dead. When they saw that he had no reaction, they felt bored and waved their hands and left with their men.

At dawn, pale golden light struggled to penetrate the clouds.

A small team of volunteers came hurriedly to support them. The company commander who led them was agile and had a firm gaze. However, the moment he arrived nearby, the scene before him struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Lin Xi was seen lying quietly on the ground, his body had long been lifeless, blood had dried and coagulated under his body, leaving a large area of ​​glaring red.

His eyes were half closed and his hair was scattered messily beside his cheeks.

The company commander's eyes suddenly turned red, his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop, stretching his hands towards Lin Xi with trembling hands.

His throat seemed to be blocked by a heavy stone, and after a long while he managed to let out a grief-stricken roar: "Lin Xi!"

The rest of the volunteers filed in, and when they saw this tragic scene, they all showed expressions of pity and sorrow on their faces.

The eyes of several young men were filled with tears, their fists were clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound, and they had no place to vent their grief and anger.

They gathered around silently and gently lifted up Lin Xi's body.

Not far from the house, everyone found a quiet hillside.

The soldiers waved their shovels and dug the pit one shovel at a time.

When Lin Xi was buried, the company commander personally tidied his hair and clothes with extremely gentle movements, then placed a handful of wild flowers with morning dew on his chest, slowly covered him with soil, and built a simple grave.

After dealing with the aftermath, the company commander took a deep breath, walked into the house and looked at the weak Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang did not sleep all night and seemed to have witnessed the incident with his own eyes. When the company commander and others arrived, he was lying on the ground, trying to crawl towards the door, with blood between his fingers.

The company commander tried to calm down and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, Lin Xi...died heroically."

He closed his eyes and said, "There is one more thing I need to tell you. The sister that Lin Xi wanted to save so much during her lifetime was not actually captured by the Japanese army."

"In the fierce battle a few days ago, the enemy's firepower was fierce and the troops' attack was blocked. In order to create an opportunity for the main force to break out, Sister Mei and her friends took the initiative to attract firepower, and were trapped by the enemy on the riverside. The bullets were all used up, and reinforcements could not arrive for a while. They would rather die than surrender, and they linked hands... and jumped into the river."

When Mr. Jiang heard this, tears welled up in his eyes, which had been dim for a long time. His bony hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes. His body trembled like a sieve, and bursts of sobs came from his throat that echoed for a long time.

Everyone in the room bowed their heads in silence.

……

On August 1945, 8, the Soviet Union declared war on Japan and sent troops to Northeast China.

On August 8, the Japanese Emperor announced unconditional surrender.

1948 年 9 月至 11 月间，东北野战军发起辽沈战役于 1948 年 11 月 2 日解放了东北全境。

The big screen gradually went dark, just when the audience thought the movie was about to end.

The screen lights up again.

The dawn was just breaking, and the pale sky had not yet completely faded.

On Chang'an Avenue, the crowd of spectators gathered early. They were dressed in their best clothes and looked forward to the grand military parade that was about to take place.

As a powerful and passionate salute pierced the sky, military flags fluttered, and the first thing that came into everyone's sight was the flag guard team.

The flag bearer was tall and strong, with a face as resolute as a rock. The huge military flag in his hand fluttered and flew in the strong wind.

Row after row of soldiers in brand new uniforms stood in strong and dignified postures, with their eyes beneath their hat brims flashing sharp and determined light.

The sound of military boots hitting the ground was crisp and powerful, forming a soul-stirring war song.

"Obey the party's command, be able to win battles, have a good style of work, and defend the country. Use me in the first battle, and I will surely win!" The slogans echoed above the cinema, giving people a boost.

Many viewers were still immersed in the plot and couldn't extricate themselves.

In order to protect their country, the protagonists on the screen fought bravely and sacrificed tragically in the hail of bullets.

Lin Xi's fall and Mr. Jiang's torture, those images hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, with sobs and sighs mixed together.

When the solemn and dignified military parade scene came into view without warning, the heavy atmosphere was suddenly broken by a majestic and heroic spirit.

The audience's faces, which were originally covered with tears, were stunned at first and looked a little at a loss.

It was as if one had suddenly traveled from a dark, smoke-filled battlefield to a sunny, majestic grand celebration.

An old man in the front row was just in tears because of the fate of the martyrs in the plot.

At this moment, seeing the military flags flying high and the standard-bearers lined up in neat rows at the military parade, he sat up straight abruptly, his cloudy eyes widened instantly, filled with shock.

The tears in my eyes have not yet disappeared, but they are filled with pride.

One of the boys stood up suddenly, clapped his hands vigorously with a red face, and shouted loudly: "This is awesome! China is the best!!"

This attracted the attention of the audience around, but no one blamed him. Everyone felt the same excitement in their hearts.

The enthusiasm of the spectators has not yet completely faded, and reporters are moving through the bustling crowd to select interview subjects.

As the reporter looked around, a woman with a gentle temperament but a sad expression caught his attention.

The reporter came forward:

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Xiao Wu, a reporter from CCTV. I've just watched this grand military parade. I'm sure you have a lot of feelings. Would you mind sharing them with your friends in front of the TV for a few minutes?"

The lady was wearing a plain dress, she was thin and stood straight, and she looked to be about sixty years old.

When she turned around, reporter Xiao Wu looked in shock at the several old but shiny military medals hanging around her neck.

The Cloud Banner Medal, the Loyalty and Bravery Medal... and even the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal established during the Nationalist Government period!

Lin Wandong wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Of course."

The reporter stood in awe. He asked cautiously, "What are these medals of yours...?"

Lin Wandong smiled proudly, tears in her eyes: "These are the contributions my relatives made during the war of resistance at the cost of their lives!"

"These honors may be just a few pieces of metal and paper in the eyes of others, but to me, they are the proof that my sisters and brothers have lived and fought hard, and they are the testimony of the loyalty and bravery of our family." Lin Wantong's eyes were firm.

"Now that the country is prosperous and the army is powerful, they should be smiling if they knew about this in the afterlife."

People gathered around, and the reporter listened quietly to this forgotten story, full of admiration.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was an old man sitting in a wheelchair next to Lin Wandong.

The old man was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, was about sixty or seventy years old, and was dressed in a Zhongshan suit. He had a gentle temperament and made people unable to take their eyes off him.

The reporter looked more and more familiar with him, and after leaving, he suddenly realized, wasn’t that Mr. Jiang, who was known as a living history of the Anti-Japanese War?

Not long ago, it received the commemorative medal for the 60th anniversary of the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and it is a frequent guest in compulsory education textbooks.

So…isn’t Mr. Jiang’s wife the sister of the heroine who jumped into the river and the little hero Lin, Ms. Lin Wandong? !