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Prologue: The Qingming Festival has arrived, and the mournful cries in front of my father's grave are telling us several stories of loyalty and filial piety.
Wang Sanxi lit a cigarette, he took a sip, and slowly spat out a smoke ring, which drifted in the wind of habit, and he looked at the cigarette that slowly turned into ashes. At his feet was a bag of coins, and today was the Qingming Festival, and he was standing in front of his father's tomb.
White columns of smoke rose up in the field, and the thick smoke quickly drifted away with the wind; in the wheat field, a few frightened sparrows flew rapidly, they flew across the sky and flew down on the high-pressure line in the distance; in the cemetery next to it, there was the cries of the women tearing their hearts and lungs, and Wang Sanxi's tears came out of his eyes.
"Dad, I'm sorry for you." Wang Sanxi lit the coin with a lighter.
Dad had the old problem of emphysema, and in those few days, his illness became serious. He had difficulty breathing and his whole body was puffy, and his sister Sixi sent his father to the intensive care unit of the hospital, and the hospital carried out all-out rescue. However, Dad's body still fell like a ripe melon fruit. Dad was awake for a moment, and he arranged his own aftermath. "Don't call Sanxi, he's too busy, don't delay his work." Sixi thought his father was well, but the doctor said that he was returning to the light. In this way, Dad died in the hospital, which happened to be his 73rd birthday.
Wang Sanxi knelt down in front of his father's grave, he respectfully lit a blazing incense for his father, and then prostrated his head to his father, he looked at the jumping flame and fell into the memory.
Dad was a soldier who had fought in self-defense against Vietnam. At that time, Dad was a platoon leader, and he and the battalion commander were stuck in the cat's ear hole, the food was about to run out, and the battalion commander was wounded, but their reinforcements had not yet arrived. You have to get the food right away, or everyone will be finished!
As the father of the reconnaissance platoon leader, he took the initiative to ask for help, he wanted to go outside to find food and supplies, the battalion commander gave him his pistol, and also held his hand and told him: "Do not shoot to alarm the enemy until you are forced; the hopes of the comrades are all on you, you must complete the task and return safely; your father and wife and children are waiting for you to go back at home." Dad nodded and crawled out of the cat ear hole.
When it was dark, Dad quietly touched the enemy's outpost. During the day, he and the battalion commander observed the enemy situation, and there was food in the enemy's post. He lay down, motionless in the night, the mosquitoes biting his limbs, but he could not care less, and he had to wait until late at night, when the enemy was sleepy, to kill the sentries on duty, and he had a chance of completing the task. There was a bag of rice in the post, enough for a few of them to hold out until reinforcements arrived.
Time crawled by the side second by second, the night was getting darker, the two Vietnamese devils were a little tired, they were talking about something, the tall man was going to go out for a little solution. Dad knew that the opportunity was coming, and he touched it.
He quietly leaned up and grabbed the devil's neck with his arm, and a dagger killed him. The movement outside alarmed another ghost, he carried the gun out of the post, Dad quietly touched behind him, with the captured rifle butt slammed him on the head, "poof" a muffled sound, the other ghost also fell to the ground. Carrying a bag of rice and a few boxes of canned sardines, Dad bent over and quietly touched the cat ear hole.
In that battle, Dad made a great contribution. After the war, Dad gave up the superior conditions of living in the big city and returned to his hometown. He said he was going to come back to build his hometown, and then he taught in the county for a lifetime.
After graduating from the provincial medical school, Daxi Brother worked as the director of internal medicine at the county people's hospital, and he was an expert in the treatment of digestive tract diseases. 20 years ago, a "SARS" epidemic broke out, and Daxi took the initiative to ask for help, serving as the deputy commander of the county epidemic prevention working group, responsible for the work of sealing the road section in the county seat. He fought for several days and nights in a row, and finally died of overwork, heart attack, ineffective rescue, and died at the age of 29.
"I'm proud of my son." Daddy burst into tears.
After sending the eldest brother away, his father suddenly grew much older, and he who was originally tall and tall suddenly became hunched over, and his sideburns were all white overnight.
In that year, Sanxi was admitted to college, and he had to learn from his eldest brother, who was posthumously regarded as a martyr, and he applied for medical school without hesitation.
Five years later, Brother Erxi also died. There was a fire in his school, the fire was severe, three students were trapped in the fire, he rushed into the fire with a wet quilt, rescued three students, but he was hit in the head by a burning beam. Brother Erxi died on the spot, and like the eldest brother, it was also at the age of 29.
This time, Dad didn't cry, but he couldn't sleep night after night. He suffered from insomnia, he learned to smoke when he couldn't sleep, and later, when the insomnia was cured, he became addicted to smoking. Years of smoking habits caused serious damage to his lungs.
"Dad, I can't stop you!" Wang Sanxi cried bitterly in front of his father's grave. When dad was seriously ill, he didn't accompany his dad's bedside, if he was by his dad's side, maybe dad wouldn't go so fast, so early... He was the only son in the family, and he felt ashamed of his father.
Before his father was critically ill, Wang Sanxi left home and became a "retrograde". At that time, the epidemic broke out in Wuhan, and he said that he wanted to go to the place where the motherland needed it most. So, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, he left everything at home and went to Wuhan without hesitation... Unexpectedly, when he returned, he would never see his father again.
On Daddy's grave, his mournful cries sounded again...
About author:Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province. Use poetry to record the joys and sorrows of life, use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world; good reading, love calligraphy, to praise the true feelings of the world, to say all the unfairness of the world. He is a contracted writer of Chinese original novels, who has written the novella "Auspicious and His Partners", as well as short stories, miniature novels, essays, and poems, totaling millions of words, and his works are scattered on various online platforms.
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