"Father, you are here too." At this moment, Dawu suddenly squeezed out of the crowd in a hurry.
Professor Wan Li apologized and bowed to the man: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect Xiao Wu!"
It turns out that the man in front of him is Xiao Wu's father, the Anhui warlord Wu Chengliang.
After reminding Wanli like this, I immediately discovered that his outline was indeed somewhat similar to Xiaowu.
Wu Chengliang helped him up and said to Wanli: "Professor, you must not do this! From the moment he becomes a member of the Wu family, my son will have such a day sooner or later."
There is a kind of open-mindedness in Wu Chengliang's movements. No wonder Xiao Wu dares to sacrifice. This spirit must be inherited in the family, right?
It's just a pity...
I couldn't help but look at the black and white photo. Wu Chengliang appeared in front of me again. This time I took the initiative to reach out my hand and shake hands with him.
Wu Chengliang's sonorous and powerful words came to my ears: "Young man, thank you for fighting side by side with my son until the last moment."
"There are two questions I want to ask you!"
"Say." I put on the humble posture of a junior.
"Is my son brave?"
Hearing this question, I answered almost without thinking: "Be brave enough to win the championship!"
Xiao Wu's father flashed a hint of relief: "Will my son be buried?"
With tears in my eyes: "Forever in China!"
At this point, my voice was slightly choked, and I couldn't help but add: "Uncle Wu, Xiao Wu died to save everyone in the ancient tomb. He walked very bravely, and he is definitely not the coward he was before."
"Yes!" Xiao Wu's father nodded and showed a satisfied smile: "These are the children of our Wu family. The Japanese invaders are fighting again. I can't stay in Yanjing any longer. Young man, Xiao Wu has someone like you. Friend, it’s his pleasure.”
"Everyone takes your leave, I'll take the first step!"
Wu Chengliang slightly bowed his hands to the people from all walks of life in the hall, and then ran towards the exit. His figure was as majestic and tall as when he entered.
What a pity for this father, even though he sacrificed his beloved son, all he could squeeze out was a moment of mourning.
I have been running around for days just to see my son one last time, and after seeing him, I have to continue rushing to the front line!
After Wu Chengliang left, many students came to the mourning hall to lay flowers. I watched all of this quietly, with an indescribable feeling in my heart.
But at this moment, a person that I didn't expect arrived late.
That person turned out to be Mr. Diao!
He was still wearing a fur coat and holding a jade cane in his hand. He came slowly, and the hideous and terrifying scar on his face became increasingly clear.
Oh my god, how is this possible? Am I seeing things this way?
I rubbed my eyes vigorously and saw that behind Mr. Diao, there were also the Three Saints of Samana who were following suit, namely the camel, the peacock and the crow.
The camel also asked the boss in a loud voice, "I will bring back the eldest lady's ashes later. Do you think it should be packed in a gold box or a Hetian jade dress?"
Is this a daytime haunting? I watched Mr. Diao shed his last drop of blood with my own eyes, and I helped carry the body back. How could he come back to life again?
And Yueyue, she took the initiative to wave to me when we parted, saying we would meet again someday.
The scene in front of me was like a thunder explosion in the plains, which made me dumbfounded!
I just wanted to go up and ask, but I was pulled back by Lao Jiang. I could only watch helplessly as Diao Ye presented a golden chrysanthemum and then touched Yueyue's photo, which made me burst into tears.
Xiang Wanli's voice followed: "Dignified guests will always arrive when they come to Samana! I send you an elegiac couplet. My beloved daughter will always be separated by the underworld, and the autumn wind will make the cranes chirp and the dead trees sad."
Mr. Diao cried very sadly. He couldn't pretend to be sad about losing a loved one.
He stood there in pain, unwilling to leave.
Xiang Wanli could only try to persuade Mr. Diao to be more open-minded.
At this time, I couldn't believe that the scene before me was real. Everyone seemed to have lost their memory collectively, thinking that Diao Ye was still alive and Yueyue was the one who died.
I even tried hard to see the flaws on this Diao Ye's face with my sharp eyes, but his nose, mouth, and even the scar were exactly the same as Diao Ye.
Who is he? Could it be...I have a bold guess!
Lao Jiang only gave me a warning look and told me not to worry about it.
According to the procedure of the memorial service, Xiang Wanli should deliver a speech to all the guests today.
Xiang Wanli deserves to be regarded as a first-class professor in the industry. Although his body has not fully recovered, every word he speaks is sonorous and powerful. He vividly tells many stories about Dunhuang and the Mogao Grottoes, hoping to attract people from all walks of life. attention, and calls on everyone to work together to protect the precious heritage left by our ancestors.
When he mentioned that thousands of murals in Dunhuang had been stolen by foreign explorers, there were voices of regret in the audience.
When he said that this time we had defeated Warner's conspiracy, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
At this moment, a reporter in the audience suddenly stood up and asked: "Professor, in your opinion, what is the significance of protecting the Mogao Grottoes?"
Xiang Wanli answered almost without thinking: "Unless China dies, Dunhuang won't die!"
His words once again ignited the hatred of everyone in the audience, and the thunderous applause was mixed with the cheers of a group of enthusiastic young people.
"I'm going to Dunhuang to guard the Mogao Grottoes with Mr. Chang Shuhong."
"Count me in!"
……
I think what happened today will be in the newspapers, right? More people will have their minds liberated, and more people will rush to the Northwest.
At this time, another reporter stood up. Just when he was about to ask a question, Yi Jianmei suddenly walked up to Xiang Wanli.
He was whispering something into Wanli's ear, his expression becoming more and more anxious. This was also the first time I caught the word 'panic' on Yijianmei's face.
problem occurs!
Lao Jiang and I looked at each other.
As expected, Xiang Wanli's eyes widened with an incredible expression over there.
Now he was suddenly enveloped in a strange atmosphere. Xiang Wanli patted the microphone in embarrassment and said: "I'm sorry, something urgent suddenly happened and I need to host it in person. The memorial service will be continued by my assistant. host.”
Afterwards, Xiang Wanli left in a hurry, leaving only Yijianmei to deal with reporters' questions.
What happened to allow Xiang Wanli to leave like this?
You must know that today we have to remember not only his close friends for many years, but also his students. If it weren't for something earth-shattering, he would never leave!
I don’t know why, but I always feel that everything that happened today is weird.
I pinched my thigh, and the clear pain told me that this was not a dream!
At this moment, a woman's charming voice came to my ears. It turned out to be a enchanting peacock. She was slightly timid towards us: "Mr. Jiang, Li Jinglan, always invite the two of you to a nearby tavern for a chat." "
Not only that, she seemed to know the questions in my mind, and added with a smile: "When you go, you will get the answer you want!"
