Wind and snow Yin and Yang Realm (small novel) Nanyang City Old Cadre University Writing Class Works Exhibition 186

Author: Lao Zhiqing

At 10:30 a.m., Li Tao got off the train at a small fourth-class station, and under the dim platform lights, the north wind called out, and the snowflakes stabbed obliquely in his face. He subconsciously fastened the top button of his coat and hurried to the country road in the night with his satchel. Li Tao's home is in a small village close to this small station.

Approaching his low-rise Wazza eaves, the window light was on, and his mother was still asleep.

"Beep, beep," Li Tao knocked on the door, stomping his feet in front of the door and shaking the snow.

"Who? It's so late. ”

The door squeaked open, and the mother's hunched figure was in the light, holding the door with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other, because the dark adaptation was not enough, she had not yet recognized her son.

"Mom, it's me, Tao'er"

"Ah," Mom pulled Li Tao into the door, approached the light, looked and looked, touched his hand, cold, touched his face, cold.

"Son, you're homesick over there, and your parents miss you too." Wipe away tears.

"Sit down, and your mother will beat you poached eggs."

"Not busy, talk, Daddy?"

"Time is tight, you sit. Your dad went to the Armed Forces and didn't come back. ”

Mom was burning the fire, and in the light of the fire, Li Tao saw that Ma Cang was much older. She looked back for a moment, and turned her head back for a while, but she didn't say a word, and she looked down and thought about it.

Li Tao remembered that nearly a year, she was working in the highland field, her face must have been very tanned, not that her mother had remembered the white and pure son, she must have been in heartache.

Mother Li was indeed thinking about her thoughts. Three years ago, her handsome son went to the army, and she did not give up. The sensible son wrote a letter every half a month, thundered, and soon joined the party, received commendations, and his mother was relieved. A year ago, the Sino-Vietnamese self-defense counterattack war began, and since then, there has been no news of their sons, and some of the comrades who participated in the war with their hometowns have returned from meritorious service, and some have returned martyr certificates. Many inquiries were fruitless. When I asked about it at the Armed Forces Department, they said it was being investigated. The two old men speculated that the son was more fierce and less auspicious, and he was afraid that the corpse capital had not been found, so there was no conclusion. Since then, the second old man has been insomnia all night long.

Tonight, the soul of the hero returns home to complain about the cause of death, right? Mom brought poached eggs, and Mom couldn't wait to ask, "You died heroically, didn't you defect?" ”

"Say what, I am visiting relatives normally, approved by the troops, what is defection?" Obviously, Li Tao had not yet heard the first half of his mother's sentence.

After eating egg tea, the mother brought a baggage, and inside was her carefully sewn Heavenly Soldier Heavenly General, the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Son, you should go, take these soldiers, and someone will bless you." Let's go, when the time comes, it will become a lone soul field..."

"Mom, what do you say?" You treat me like a ghost? ”

"Why are your hands and face cold?"

"Ice and snow, you run to see!"

"That, some people have made meritorious contributions, some have commented on martyrs, you..."

"Oh, for this? Yes, this is my certificate of merit. I'll tell you. ”

It turned out that a few days before the start of the self-defense counterattack, Li Tao was suddenly dispatched to a secrecy project to keep secrets and cut off all social relations and contacts.

The mother and son talked about the dawn, but they did not realize that the sky had cleared, and a bright sun in the east shone on a silver-clad land, and the father stepped into the door with a spring breeze. "Wife, there is a conclusion in the organization! exultation! When he saw his son in military uniform, and the certificate of merit in his hand, the old tears rushed, and the three of them hugged each other tightly.