Portable Space: Red Age of Rebirth

As an ancient poem goes, it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. Although the Qingming Festival has already passed, I don’t know if it is because of the mood of the group. When they just came out of the border garrison guest house, the weather was not so bad.

The sun is shining brightly, but the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.

However, as the group of people got closer and closer, the sky suddenly became gloomy and cloudy, which made people's hearts feel heavy.

The little carrot heads all have a tigerish spirit inherited from their parents. Even though their faces are red from exhaustion and beads of sweat are dripping down, the little carrot heads still press their mouths tight and remain silent. They are a little older.

Yang Fan, who was one year older, did not forget to hold the fat girl Hou Yueyue's little hand, for fear that the little girl would hold back the other boy scouts.

The garrison guest house where Ya'er and the others stayed yesterday usually received mostly relatives and comrades who came to pay homage to their graves. It was not too far from the Martyrs Cemetery.

The Martyrs Cemetery is a place where the heroic souls of the martyrs keep watch. It is backed by green mountains and faces clear water. However, no matter how good the feng shui is, it can't hide the shock and pain of everyone when they see the forest of steles from a distance. Each forest of steles is erected on the

There, it is heroic and tragic.[

Even the muddy mountain road beneath our feet seems to be dyed red by the blood of the martyrs. Here, the heroic souls of the martyrs are stationed, staring and watching over their beloved motherland, watching over their hometowns and relatives.

The entire Martyrs Cemetery is quiet, with a forest of gray-white steles, slightly desolate but not desolate.

"My comrades often come to clean, so I stop by to keep them company! The nearby folks also come to pay their respects during the holidays, and there are also relatives from all over the world. They are not alone here!"

The resolute-looking Zhou Tiezhu's voice was not as cheerful, choked, and deep as when he was in the guest house. As for Zhai Yaohui and the others, they were silently wiping the tombstones. The tombstones were engraved with strange and vivid names, expressing their gratitude to their comrades and relatives.

People’s deep sorrow and longing.

With a uniform voice, even if they are veterans, Yang Yong and others still solemnly salute military salutes in front of each tombstone. Only military salutes can be worthy of these famous heroes and the heroic souls of the martyrs.

Present a bouquet of flowers and a glass of water and wine to comfort and miss the pain.

Looking at the traces of feng shui and sun exposure on the tombstone, looking at the bouquets of flowers that have long since dried up in front of the tombstone, the unfamiliar names on the tombstone, and the fresh photos on the paper, the whole cemetery is condensed with the longing and grief of the relatives.

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From the moment she entered the Martyrs Cemetery, Ya'er's only feeling was that her nose was sore, her eyes were swollen, but she couldn't shed a single tear. Her throat was dry, but she couldn't say a word. Her heart was heavy, depressed but unable to vent.

The glory of the military is forged by countless heroic souls. Ya'er was shocked by the tragic atmosphere over the Martyrs Cemetery.

It was also the first time for these little carrots to see with their own eyes the heroism of their fathers. Even though words cannot accurately describe the tragic and tragic events, the fear of going on and on, and the regrets of being on the frontier of the motherland, the hearts of these little carrots were still shocked.

.For the ignorant children, the forest of steles and the fresh and unfamiliar names wash their young minds and enlighten them.

A few little carrot heads may have a few blisters on the soles of their feet, but subconsciously, their backs are as straight as their father's. Little Mengze and Wang Sijiang's eyes are so bright that their father's heroic spirit is with the mountains and rivers.

Several adults silently led a few little carrot heads to the two tombstones. The two little boys seemed to realize something. They thought over and over again about the two names that the aunt specially taught them last night. They were pretty good.

I kept it in my heart over and over again. The thin man, imitating the uncles just now, solemnly paid a military salute in front of his father's mausoleum, presented a bouquet of flowers, sprinkled a glass of water and wine, and lit a stick of incense.

"Let Mengze and Sijiang speak their true feelings to their father!" Ya'er pulled the fat girl with tears in her eyes and went to pull the two little boys who were kneeling in front of the tombstone.

At this moment, looking at the thin and straight backs of the two little children, Zhai Yaohui and the other grown men could only walk away silently. Ya'er could not do anything, and did not know what to think. She suddenly sat on the ground and chanted silently.

In my previous life, I occasionally recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra several times to comfort the souls of the martyrs.

The child's inner world is simple and pure, but the child's heart can be equally strong. The two little guys didn't know what they muttered in front of their father's tombstone. The sadness on their little faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a sensible and kind attitude that was not suitable for their age.

Perseverance.

The tombstones of the two heroic fathers were only a few steps away. The two little guys pulled out the weeds around the tombstones, wiped off the dust on the tombstones, and carried the mud and hairs with them to the mountain.

Wild flowers are planted on both sides of the tombstone.

After everything was packed up, the two little guys could already show a strong smile on their faces, although their voices were still hoarse and choked, "Little aunt, my father just told us that we should eat well, study well, and be like them when we grow up.

Great heroes! They are great heroes, right?"

"Yes, they are all great heroes! Each of the uncles and uncles here is a hero worthy of heaven and earth, a hero who can compete with the sun and the moon, and a hero who will last forever. You must study hard in the future, because your father's heroic soul is guarding you.

Looking after you, just like they regretfully defend this great river and mountain."

Looking at Zhai Yaohui not far away, thinking that that man had passed death time and time again when she didn't know it, Ya'er felt an unbearable dull pain in her heart. Ya'er had to admit that she was not as strong as her two children.

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The little carrot heads didn't notice Ya'er's momentary absence. Although the little face was tight, it was glowing with a faint fluorescent light. Their father was a hero.

"Auntie, let's go help dad and his family sweep their graves!" Hou Yueyue is a cheerful little girl. Although she doesn't know how to comfort her two little brothers, she instinctively knows how to change the subject.

"Okay! Let's go sweep the grave together!" Ya'er supported as she looked at a few grown men silently paying their respects not far away.

The foggy haze in the sky gradually dissipated, and tombstones stood everywhere. The heroic souls of the martyrs looked north, gazing at their beloved motherland, their closest relatives and the most beautiful hometown.

Through the clouds and the mist, the bright summer sun sheds golden light, bringing a touch of warmth to the solemn Martyrs Cemetery. Ya'er looked at the grown men who couldn't hide their grief, and then looked at the tired little faces that were red.

The children said, "I will take the children down the mountain first. You can stay with these comrades here for a while!"

"I'll take you back first!" Zhai Yaohui was stunned and then replied.

"No, I remember the way!" Ya'er quickly stopped Zhai Yaohui. The nostalgia and grief in the man's eyes could not be seen. Ya'er was not willing to deprive him of the opportunity to lick his wounds and vent his deepest sorrow, "You've been here a lot.

Accompany your comrades! If I have the opportunity in the future, I will accompany you here every year!"

Ya'er hugged Zhai Yaohui gently, giving him a little warmth with a simple hug.

"Brother Yang, Brother Zhao, Brother Hou, I will take the children back first!" Ya'er also told the three fathers, don't be too immersed in grief, it sounds like too much comfort.

Ya'er didn't say it in the end.

Ya'er returned to the guest house with a few children. It was already past lunch time, but the staff at the guest house had already prepared and specially left lunch for them.

When Zhai Yaohui and the others came back, it was late at night. The children had already gone to bed, and they were all obedient before going to bed. No one asked why their father hadn't come back yet. At such a young age, they suddenly grew up.

It seems that I can understand the grief that adults hide deep in their hearts and the comradeship that cannot be separated from their souls.

That night, Ya'er, shrouded in grief, knew that the person next to her would definitely not be able to sleep all night. It seemed that she had not woken up from the nightmare.

Ya'er can't do anything, but in front of the solemn forest of steles and the tragic blood-stained scene, any words or any comfort are of no avail.

The next day, when Ya'er woke up early, as expected, the temperature was already slightly cool.

After Ya'er washed up and came out of the room, she happened to run into a few big men who were running profusely with sweat. Zhou Tiezhu even greeted him warmly, "Good morning, brothers and sisters! Today I will take you and a few children to our army.

Stay for a few days!”

Ah? Ya'er looked at the perseverance and weight as warm as the sun on the faces of several grown men. There may still be a trace of grief that has not subsided, but there was no haze. Ya'er once again underestimated the strength of men, which is as thick as a mountain.

of strength.

However, Ya'er also smiled brightly and said, "Okay, thank you, Brother Zhou!" Ba Jin's sorrow and longing were buried deep in his heart, because those heroic heroes will always live in people's hearts, and he must work hard to be worthy.

The strength of a soldier.

Zhou Tiezhu kept true to his word. After breakfast, there was indeed a jeep that took Ya'er and the others to the army station. Ya'er took five little carrot heads in the jeep, while several grown men carried Ya'er and the others' luggage.

The weights follow behind.

The five little carrot heads all have a strong curiosity about the army. Their father is a great hero in every child's mind, and the army, in his father's words, is a melting pot for casting heroes.

During those few days in the army, a few little carrots got up listening to the sound of the bugle, running with their thin legs and following the uniform formation, waving their little arms to learn boxing, or lying down or lying down to learn shooting postures. The passion of the army was

, the rigor of the army, even the hardships of the army, everything seems fresh and attractive to them.

Zhai Yaohui and the others are all like their father, trying their best to let Meng Ze and Wang Sijiang know everything about their father's past.

A few grown men took over the children, and Ya'er went to the garrison hospital to help. Small-scale frictions and counterattacks on the border lines continued, and the rear hospitals were still a little short of manpower. Although Ya'er studied traditional Chinese medicine, simple

Bandaging and minor surgeries are not a problem either.[

However, compared to these, Ya'er's anti-mosquito bite pills were more popular among the soldiers. Because Ya'er and the others lived in the dormitory vacated by the soldiers, it was a bit messy and there were many mosquitoes. One night, Ya'er really

Unable to bear the trouble, he prepared some pills for himself and his children. Zhai Yaohui had squatted in a cat's ear hole and walked through deep mountains and old forests, so he naturally knew the effect of these pills. Especially, Ya'er used an extraordinary product, and the small pills actually had

Wonderful effect.

On the third day after Zhai Yaohui took the pills and formula from Ya'er, Zhou Tiezhu came excitedly early in the morning, "Brother and sister, you are really helpful! If I had known you had this hand, how much the soldiers would have suffered.

What a sin! By the way, brothers and sisters, did you really donate this prescription to us? Can you make it public to the whole army?"

"Brother Zhou, you are so irritating! I should have thought of this earlier!" Ya'er blamed herself even more, because Zhai Yaohui never told about the situation during the mission, and Ya'er never thought that mosquitoes would wantonly

How come the soldiers in the mountains and forests stay motionless all day long?

Everyone in the mountains knows that the dangers in the mountains and forests are not only the shade of trees and dense jungles, but also ferocious beasts. Even a small mosquito or small flying insect may kill a person.