Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

"The fire in Sichuan is not extinguished, the soul of the army is not extinguished, my grandfather is a veteran of the Sichuan Army, he went to the battlefield at the age of thirteen, he broke a leg when he came back, and now it is inconvenient to walk, and his ears are also deaf from the sound of artillery fire, and he has scars all over his body, their generation is different from the people of our

generation!" "Really, salute!" "Salute

!" "A generation of Sichuan army loyal souls, I didn't expect to see his descendants here, salute!"

......

Tianhua meeting room.

Everyone looked at the pictures in the live broadcast with tears in their eyes, they are all old self-media people, and they are very familiar with the scenes in movies and TV series.

However, in the live broadcast presented by Xiao Xian, they could not find any traces of interweaving with contemporary reality in the picture.

It's as if the world in the live broadcast is the battlefield of the year.

And every actor in it is so professional that there is no trace of performance at all.

The death of the military doctor boy, the captain did not hesitate to block the bomb by himself, Kong Laosan and the overlord of the sky wrestled their wrists, and the expression of looking at death as if he was at home was so profound.

It's not like a show at all, that's the truth.

Wu Xuan cried into tears, and a girl's heart is always the most fragile.

She couldn't see this picture at all, and went out several times during the period to sort out her emotions.

Outside, in a bubble tea shop.

Several girls sat together, crying while drinking milk tea, and Xiao Xian's live broadcast was on the table.

The owner of the bubble tea shop sent a pack of paper, and this is the third pack.

The boss looked at the appearance of the girl Rainstorm Pear Blossom, and shook his head helplessly... Then he took out a pack of paper and gave it to them to put on the table for later use.

At the same time, in a taxi in Hangzhou, the driver held the badge on his chest and burst into tears.

The passenger looked at the strange man with a look of surprise on his face, pushed the door and ran away.

"Neurotic, can you still cry when you listen to the radio?" In

the radio, it was the collection of Huaxia that was played...

In a simple residential building in Chuancheng, in that simple veteran's room.

Happily sat the family.

However, the meal was well eaten, but suddenly they all fell silent, and the live broadcast on the TV in front of them was the picture of the Tengxian Guard Battle.

The little grandson looked at his grandfather with some fear and asked his mother, "What is grandpa crying about?"

Maybe it's homesickness.

"Aren't we just at home?"

"No, Grandpa has two homes. "

Where's that home?"

"That home... It's gone!"

...

Northwest Cold.

In a warm barracks dormitory, Lao Zhang slapped it on the table.

The

platoon commander Zheng Qiu had no task today, so he took a few soldiers and Lao Zhang to watch the live broadcast together.

Xiao Xian's live broadcast has not been left behind since the first two episodes, and at the beginning of this issue, he knew that it was a dialogue with the Sichuan army, so he called Lao Zhang.

But he regretted it a little, looking at Lao Zhang's cloudy old eyes soaked with tears, he was really afraid that this veteran couldn't stand it.

Several of the little soldiers in the barracks were crying, and they were all so enthusiastic that they almost ran out to run 10 kilometers of armed cross-country in the wind and snow!

"Platoon commander, is the battlefield really like what is played on TV?" A little soldier asked, and the greenness in his voice had not faded.

"That's right, are

you afraid?" "Don't be afraid!" Platoon Commander Zheng Qiu smiled, and suddenly asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"

The little soldier thought about it again and said, "Die with your brothers, you won't be alone!"

Lao

Zhang finally spoke, and said: " That's right, I didn't catch up with the defense of Tengxian County back then, and ambushed a group of enemies in another place at that time, and when our team arrived, we found that Commander Wang swore to defend Tengxian County

to the death, and the enemy was in that land, isolated from the world, a real battle to the death!" The little soldier was suddenly stunned, he wiped away his tears and asked in surprise: "Old Uncle Zhang, have you participated in the Anti-Japanese War

?" "Am I not like the old man?"

"No... This is incredible!

" Platoon Commander Zheng Qiu asked: "Then do you think this live broadcast has any shortcomings? Or what is the difference between it and the real historical facts

?" Lao Zhang suddenly said: "Do you listen to the truth

?" "Hmm?" Zheng Qiu didn't understand what it meant.

"Of course it's true!"

"I have seen the battlefield of the Battle of Taierzhuang, and it is still engraved in my mind, and when I arrived in Teng County, the battle was over, this is called... At first, I saw that young man in a tunic was magnificent

, and he seemed to have traveled back to the battlefield as if he had traveled back to the battlefield, is there really a superpower in this world?" Zheng Qiu was suddenly stunned and asked, "What do you mean?" "This is clearly Teng County at the beginning, I still have some memories, the scene in this is overlapping with my vague impression in many places, this young man, can he really have magical powers?"

Zheng Qiu was stunned and

hurriedly asked: " Are you talking about the same scene as you saw it at the beginning?"

"Yes, it's the same, eight or nine is not far from ten, I still remember the anti-aircraft gun, I heard that it seems to have shot down several enemy fighters.

Zheng Qiu smiled and shook his head, Lao Zhang was too old, and his memories were confused.

How can there be superpowers in the world?

And Lao Zhang is eyes are full of tears, looking at the picture in the live broadcast, it is precisely because of his memory that he can empathize more and miss his original brothers.