Portable Space: Red Age of Rebirth

These four words, timidity when approaching hometown, describe the complicated mood of those who have been away from their hometown for many years when they return home. Although it is not appropriate, the tragic feeling after the baptism of blood since setting foot on the land of southern Xinjiang is like an invisible building.

The mountain of mountains weighed heavily on the hearts of these veterans of the self-defense war.

Southern Xinjiang is the deepest buried place in their hearts, and the pain will be bloody when touched. Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so there is no need to return the corpses wrapped in horse leather. A handful of loess is the resting place of the brothers they once spent day and night with.

On the bumpy road, in the last two rows of the long-distance bus, the atmosphere was particularly gloomy and gloomy. Children have the most sensitive intuition. The joy of traveling for the first time and taking a car for the first time dissipated after feeling the solemnity of the atmosphere like a small animal.

It's spotless.

Outside the car, the sun is shining brightly, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the characteristics of ethnic minorities are everywhere. The subtropical scenery, which is completely different from the north, seems to have no appeal to a few people. The children don't know many adjectives, and they don't know how to describe their mood.

It was depressing, but even Ya'er could only feel three words: haze, depth and sadness.

"Little aunt, what's wrong with my dad and the others? Do you dislike us for being too noisy?" Fatty Hou's sweetheart, the round-faced and dimple-smiling girl next to Ya'er, tugged on Ya'er's lapel and asked secretly.

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Even the little boys who were just sitting in their seats pretending to be eavesdropping inadvertently. The faces of the adults were so dark!

"No! You are all good! It's just that this time we are here specifically to pay homage to those uncles and uncles who sacrificed their lives to defend the borders of the motherland! Those uncles and uncles were your fathers' former comrades in arms, so they are in a bad mood!

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Zhai Yaohui and Ya'er didn't stay long in Hunan Province. After resting, they went straight to southern Xinjiang with Hou Xingliang and others. However, the team they led was a bit spectacular. Although Yang Yong and the others did not look for their comrades who were far away from each other, they still

This time, they all brought their children with them, in the name of letting them receive a patriotic education, so that they would understand that their happy life now is hard-won, and that those uncles and uncles are the heroes who stand up to the heaven and earth.

"Auntie, are we going to pay homage to my father's tombstone? Before I came, my grandmother told me to offer a stick of incense to my father! My father said that my father was a great hero and a revolutionary martyr, but I don't remember my father.

What do you look like!" The boy, who has skinny and skinny like a monkey, said that the circles under his eyes were red, but he was strong enough not to fall down. Even though he couldn't remember what his upright father looked like.

The nature of father and son can never be separated.

When we came here this time, not only the children of Yang Yong and his family came with them, but also the orphans of the two revolutionary martyrs Lao Wang and Lao Meng whom Yang Yong mentioned at that time. Entrusted by their families, Zhai Yaohui and the others brought them with them.

The children came over to place a stick of incense in front of the tombstones of the two comrades on behalf of their relatives. The boy who just spoke was little Mengze who lived with his grandparents.

Wang Sijiang, who looked cheerful next to Xiao Mengze, quietly held the boy's hand and said, "I don't remember either! But it doesn't matter! Uncle Hou and the others said that our fathers are all great heroes and martyrs. Grandma and

My father also asked me to offer him a stick of incense and let him see what I look like now!"

Wang Sijiang's stepfather, who remarried with his mother, treated his stepson as his own son and never concealed his life experience. Therefore, Wang Sijiang seemed much more cheerful than little Mengze.

Even though it was the first time these two boys who were orphans of martyrs met before getting in the car, their hearts seemed to be very close. Wang Sijiang's words were very convincing to little Mengze. He nodded his head vigorously, yes, let his father take a look at himself.

I have grown up and can help my grandma and grandpa with their work.

Maybe they have been warned at home, or maybe seven or eight-year-old children already know enough about what it means to be a martyr. There were four little boys crowded into the seats. Little Yang Fan and little Zhao Lei also had red eyes, but the four

Their immature little fists were clenched tightly together, as if this was the only thing they could do.

The only girl, Hou Xingliang's precious daughter Hou Yueyue's small mouth is soothing. She got off the seat and walked up to the four boys. "Oze, Xiaojiang, it doesn't matter. I'll give you half of my father! That's right!"

, Yang Fan, and Zhao Lei, you two should give your father half of it. If not, huh, I will never let you eat at my house again!"

The little girl is as round as a big apple, with a wrinkled nose and a pouty mouth. She has a bit of the piquancy of a Hunan girl, but her words warm people's hearts.

Adults can never blend into children's world, but Ya'er doesn't want to affect the most innocent and beautiful world of children.

As for the solemn-looking parents in the back row, both men were crying. They all pretended not to see each other's red eyes and looked out of the car. However, the solemn atmosphere seemed to have dissipated unknowingly, and the children seemed

They are more sensible and stronger than they imagined.

However, because of the children's strength, Zhai Yaohui and the others could not bear to tell the children about the brutality and tragedy of the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. The so-called martyrs' tombs only contained the tombs of those soldiers who fought bloody battles to defend the border.

, and the bodies and blood of the martyrs who penetrated deep into the defense line were more than a handful of loess buried on the border line.

After more than ten hours of continuous bumpy rides, the children were already sleepy and exhausted. Their small bodies were nestled in the narrow seats, and they didn't even know they were being carried out of the car by adults.

The self-defense counterattack has not ended yet, and the border is not very stable after all. Because Zhai Yaohui and the others took their children on this trip, they did not go straight to the border, but instead went to the border defense station in southern Xinjiang.

At the door of the guest house at the rear station of the Southern Xinjiang Border Defense Force, Zhai Yaohui showed his active military ID, and Yang Yong and others also showed their retirement certificates, and received high salutes from the young guards at the door. Veterans of the self-defense counterattack deserve every

The admiration of a new soldier stationed on the Nanjiang border defense line.

The little soldier leading the way was very enthusiastic. He had already taken the initiative to pick up a sleepy little guy and said, "Comrade, the conditions in our guest house are not particularly good, but it is usually very popular and spacious. You are welcome."

Make do with it! By the way, I happen to have a day off tomorrow, so I’ll take you to the Martyrs Cemetery then!”

"Trouble!" Zhai Yaohui did not reject the little warrior's enthusiasm.[

"No trouble, no trouble! We don't have anywhere to go during our holidays, so we often go there. Even helping plant a small tree is good! We can't forget the sacrifices of those comrades, they deserve to live with us forever!"

The little warrior said and beat his chest.

The facilities in the guest houses are indeed very simple. Many of them are simple wooden houses, and there are only a few bungalows with more than a dozen rooms. However, even in the simple bungalows, it is not difficult to see the signs of wind and rain outside. It is not difficult to imagine that in the self-defense counterattack

At the moment when the war started, the conditions for the soldiers on the front line were so bad.

The children who had already woken up after all this trouble looked at the empty and crude guest house with disappointment on their faces. They thought they could see those majestic uncles and uncles from the People's Liberation Army!

But Zhai Yaohui and the others all have special feelings for this place. Different from the children's curiosity, different from Ya'er's inspection, the eyes of these men only have thick memories that can't be erased, tragic and song-like memories.

After settling in, the group ate a pot of green vegetable and egg noodles in the guest house canteen. Zhai Yaohui and the others couldn't hold it any longer.

"Ya'er, you take these children to rest in the army guest house first, while Brother Yang and I go to look around! Lao Zhou should still be here, I'll give him a call by the way."

Although he was arranged in the same room again, Zhai Yaohui now has no nostalgia for his little daughter-in-law. This is the land where the comrades fought bloody battles, the land where the blood of the comrades is dyed red, and the land where the martyrs cover their loyal bones with yellow soil.

, in Zhai Yaohui's heart it is sacred, dignified and tragic.

"Okay!" Of course Ya'er didn't want to touch the deepest grief buried in Zhai Yaohui's heart.

Yang Yong, Zhao Qian and others obviously had plans with Zhai Yaohui. No, they had already brought one, two, three, four, five, a total of five children aged six, seven and seven or eight to Ya'er, "Brothers and sisters, please keep an eye on me."

Wait for them for a few seconds and let’s go out for a walk!”

Ya'er was dumbfounded by the distrust on the faces of the big brothers, "Don't worry! I've made an agreement with the children, and I'll tell them stories later!"

Yang Yong and the other three middle-aged men were very embarrassed by the "children" that Ya'er specially emphasized. Really, they only knew that the younger siblings had tender faces, but they forgot that no matter how tender-faced the younger siblings were, they were still people of the same generation as them, not little bastards.

Zhai Yaohui and the others said they were going out for a walk, but it turned into a hazy night. No matter how vivid and interesting the story told by Ya'er was, the train and the car followed them all the way. The few children could not bear it for a long time.

There were a row of little melon seeds on the big wooden bed in the children's room, and they fell asleep. They didn't even eat dinner. Of course, they filled their stomachs with a lot of snacks in the afternoon.

The grown men wandered off to who knows where. When they came back, they were tired and hungry. They huffed and puffed and squatted on the ground with a big bowl in their hands, and drank a lot of noodles with clear soup.

Wiping his mouth clean, Zhao Qian looked at the row of snoring melon seeds, "Brothers and sisters, let's change rooms. You and the fourth child should go to our room to rest! The younger ones are here.

You will definitely have to poop and pee in the middle of the night, you can't serve these little ancestors!"

Although Ya'er has not known these three big brothers for a long time, with different personalities, seemingly vulgar, seemingly shrewd, and seemingly easy-going, but under the influence of Zhai Yaohui, what she has seen is the most honest and true among them.

On that side, although Zhao Qian didn't say it clearly at the moment, Ya'er still noticed Zhao Qian's intentions because she could feel the depression and gloom of the man next to her.

Although they are all veterans who have participated in the self-defense counterattack, when it comes to the most tragic and tragic memories, it must be Zhai Yaohui. Although Ya'er doesn't know much about it, she also vaguely knows that the man next to her was a sharp knife assault company.

A company's best swordsmen were all buried in the southern border area, and only Zhai Yaohui and one other person survived.

The tragic regrets of the comrades cannot be said to be a nightmare for the survivors, but it is also the deepest part of the survivors' hearts that can never be healed.