At this time, Lao Jiang's voice suddenly interrupted me. He pointed to the top two tombstones and said, "Look, Baldhead and Shen Xiaoyu have been here."
Under the two brand-new tombstones, there was a bouquet of chrysanthemums respectively. In addition to the chrysanthemums, there was also a golden badge.
"Is it true?" I looked at Lao Jiang suddenly.
Lao Jiang nodded slowly: "We can't bring back Feidao and Xiaoqi who were sacrificed in Dunhuang. But their badges were brought back, and their souls were also brought back. They are both called: Hua lxia ”
Yin Ling'er and I were immediately shocked and bowed deeply towards the densely packed tombstones in front of us!
Although I don’t know what they looked like before they were alive, I don’t even know their names.
But they are all my predecessors and the backbone of the Chinese nation!
It is their sacrifice that saved countless Chinese treasures.
But the strange thing is that the flowers in the hands of Lao Jiang and He Lanxue are not dedicated to Xiao Qi and Feidao. They walked up the cemetery and came to the leftmost tombstone in the third row. They bent down together and put down the flowers without saying a single unnecessary word.
I had a vague guess, but I hesitated to speak.
Lao Jiang seemed to notice my confusion and took the initiative to say: "This is Lao Wu's, the one who died in Yinxu ten years ago..."
"he?"
Obviously I got the answer I wanted, but I didn't know how to continue.
At this time, He Lanxue suddenly turned to me, his cold face stained with a touch of sadness: "My child, thank you for keeping the secret between the three of us."
I understand what He Lanxue means. She probably means that after returning from Yin Ruins, I did not tell others that Lao Wu was still alive and had joined the mysterious organization.
Facing the white tombstone, Lao Jiang's expression became very complicated. He stroked the tombstone gently, and his tone contained self-blame, regret, and irreversible regret: "How many times have I hoped that you are still alive, but how many times have I hoped that you are still alive?" You just died like this..."
"I hope we won't be enemies when we meet again!"
That day, Lao Jiang spoke very little and his mood was obviously bad.
I accompanied him to eat hotpot mutton in Donglaishun for several hours, but he didn't touch a bite. He just kept drinking wine in an attempt to numb himself.
Maybe only when you are drunk can all your worries disappear.
I don’t know what kind of friendship there is between Lao Jiang, He Lanxue and Lao Wu. It should probably be as heavy as my silver bell.
But what happened to make them turn against each other?
Let the brothers who lived and died together become now life-and-death enemies?
I originally thought that everything was calm for the time being, but when I helped the drunken old Jiang back to Qilin, I actually found a condolence note sent by the postman.
This condolence note was handwritten by Xiang Wanli, and in the name of the Free Commune, we were invited to attend the funerals of Yueyue, Xiaowu, and Guo Fei one day later.
Every month?
When I saw the words Shangguan Lanyuexi, my eyelids jumped involuntarily.
What's going on? Didn't she come back to Yanjing with us alive? How could he die?
Could it be someone with the same name?
That’s not right. It clearly says that she died in the Dunhuang Desert to protect cultural relics!
I'm going to find Lao Jiang right now and want to ask what's going on.
But at this moment, he was so drunk that we had no choice but to carry him back to rest!
The next day, Lao Jiang and I met while having breakfast.
Different from the drunken and groggy look he had last night, Lao Jiang was in high spirits at this moment, and there was no hint of the melancholy he had felt before.
I first handed over the condolence note and asked him what was going on while drinking porridge.
Lao Jiang replied naturally: "The sacrifices were all the young talents of the Free Commune. This memorial service must be held."
"I'm not talking about this, I'm asking how Yueyue died so well?" I couldn't help but asked anxiously.
Lao Jiang took a bite of the fried dough stick with a calm expression, without any surprise: "No problem, have you forgotten that Yueyue was buried in the pagoda without a complete body?"
"What?" I said blankly, "What about Mr. Diao?"
"Master Diao was also there at that time. He cried so hard that he was heartbroken. Alas! It was really a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a gift."
What Lao Jiang said made me a little suspicious. Did I go to Dunhuang with him? Why do I have the impression that Diao Ye died and Yueyue came back alive?
I later went to find Yin Ling'er, and her memory was similar to mine, which made me wonder if Lao Jiang was hiding something from me.
However, Lao Jiang kept playing riddles with me. It seemed that the truth would only be revealed one day!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it’s the day of the memorial service.
The memorial service was held by the Free Commune at Yenching University.
Lao Jiang and I arrived half an hour early. The hall was filled with garlands, either solemn white, quiet yellow, or solemn black. The three colors created this melancholy memorial service. .
A pair of black-and-white photos hang in the middle. The first one is of Bai Bing, who had died before. Bai Bing, who was wearing glasses, looked bookish, but had a firm and undying light in his eyes.
The second one is Shangguan Lanyue. She is wearing a blue school uniform, has neat short hair and a beautiful smile.
The third one is Xiao Wu, who is heroic and has a military temperament.
The western one is Guo Fei, who is mediocre in appearance, but he is also a rare good young man.
Both sides of the hall were filled with people from all walks of life, including scholars, celebrities, and people from newspapers.
When they saw me and Lao Jiang dressed simply, everyone was stunned for no reason!
To them, we are just two faces that cannot be reproduced, let alone seeing real people. Even the news headlines of "Protect Dunhuang Cultural Relics and Defeat Warner" did not have any mention of us.
Except for Xiang Wanli and Yijianmei, no one here knew us. They were whispering among themselves about our identities, wondering if we were relatives of the deceased?
Lao Jiang had participated in many big events. His expression remained normal and he respectfully handed the elegiac couplet to Xiang Wanli.
Professor Xiang Wanli also took it with both hands with an extremely solemn expression and said loudly: "The distinguished guest Qilin sends his condolences. The radiance shines on the sun and the moon, and the blood recommends Xuanyuan."
The audience suddenly became excited, and they were whispering about something after realizing something.
It can be seen that Qilin's reputation among the people is quite high!
Xiang Wanli did not forget to explain to everyone: "Mr. Jiang and little brother Jinglan went with us to Dunhuang this time. It was only thanks to them that Warner returned home in defeat..."
"There, we witnessed with our own eyes the sacrifice of our companions, and we became more aware of the difficulty of protecting cultural relics."
"Today, is there only one Warner who covets the treasures of China? No, there are many tigers, leopards and wolves! They not only want to plunder our national treasures and crush our dignity, but also Desperate attempt to break up this 5,000-year-old Chinese nation.”
"We will not let them succeed, because we are the new youth, the newest and hottest blood of this nation!"
Professor Xiang Wanli’s impassioned speech immediately attracted a series of photos from newspaper reporters.
At this moment, a man wearing a military coat and white gloves suddenly came outside the door, surrounded by guards.
He was about fifty or sixty years old, with majestic eyes and silver threads on his temples. He had a heroic aura, but he was holding a delicate little flower in his hand.
The man in military uniform carefully placed the flowers on the altar table and stared at the black and white photo hanging above for a long time.
After a long silence, the man in military uniform suddenly took off his gloves and extended his right hand to me.
I asked out of curiosity: "Who are you?"
