Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 27: Years of food money!

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The whole place was silent. Except for the sound of dilapidated stalls, which still echoed outside the memorial garden, no one spoke or made any noise.

The lieutenant colonel and the old man walked towards the place where the funeral was held and where the five tombstones were without saying a word.

Not long after, accompanied and supported by the lieutenant colonel officer, the old man dragged the dilapidated stall truck to the five tombstones.

After carefully putting down the stall, the old man hunched over, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and the smile on his lips never dissipated.

The old man was facing the five tombstones and the five black-and-white photos with smiling faces that would forever freeze that moment.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man.

Although everyone's expressions were serious, their eyes were full of regret, grief, and pity.

They also knew what had just happened and the conversation between the lieutenant colonel and the old man.

The farewell ceremony is temporarily suspended.

After the lieutenant colonel officer knew that the old man was the old Taoist priest who always gave these five soldiers and Wang Yang, the noodle stall owner, he gave the order.

The old man worships first.

When he learned the news, Jackson was dissatisfied and a little unhappy.

Because, in his opinion, he was just here to go through the process of this farewell ceremony.

But the sudden arrival of the old man disrupted the rhythm.

"The time is going to be delayed again..." Jackson glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist and said dissatisfied.

The subordinate lowered his voice and said angrily: "For us to be able to attend this farewell ceremony is already a great honor to China."

"But now that there is such an old man selling noodles, and you have to let him worship first, you are wasting time! Why don't you drive him away!"

"What's so good about delaying time for him? Just drive him away. If you have to make such a decision, it's obviously disrespectful to you."

Jackson narrowed his eyes slightly, very impatient.

The subordinate was right, he was just an ordinary old man with plenty of time.

But their time is precious. They have to deal with so many things every day, so how can they have time to accompany the old man and listen to stories.

It's still the kind of story full of falsehood.

What's more, he's just an ordinary person, so what does it matter?

Those big-headed soldiers were just ordinary people. I really don’t know the reason for holding such a grand farewell ceremony.

"Such an ordinary old man, how could China treat him so kindly?" Jackson couldn't help but feel a little sad and even more dissatisfied.

"The story just now is not over yet." The old man looked at the tombstone and murmured in a low voice.

No one said anything, they were all waiting quietly, waiting for the old man to continue telling them this story, this past event.

"The old man grabbed a handful of noodles and threw them into the hot pot, but it was only for one person.

While stirring it with chopsticks, I asked why he was the only one here. What about the remaining children?

The child was still crying in a low voice, but after hearing the old man's words, his crying became louder and he broke down in tears.

After waiting for a long time, he stopped crying and told the truth.

It turned out that all those children had died in the battle, and he was the only one left to come back...

I took the money and found out that it was the pension for those children!

Inside, there was another letter, but there were only a few words on it: years of food money! "

The funeral was very quiet, except for the old man's hoarse voice, calmly and sadly recounting old memories, the memories he shared with his six children.

The lieutenant colonel and everyone looked at the old man and the tombstone from time to time, sometimes sighed, and sometimes a sense of sadness came to their hearts.

Following the old man's hoarse voice, they seemed to be at the noodle stall set up by the lonely old Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain when the autumn leaves were falling.

There were always six kids at that noodle stall, and they devoured six bowls of noodles and shamelessly asked for credit.

And the old man always agreed with a smile.

The sound of weeping echoed faintly.

The corners of the eyes of several soldiers who came to see them off were moist and tears were rolling in their eyes. Some even burst into tears.

It added a touch of sadness to the already sad ceremony and made it even more difficult to accept.

The five military region heroes are still very young. They have a great time and a great future.

But now, everything has become a lie, their smiles are frozen forever, and their time has also stood still before.

Even the lieutenant colonel turned his head and secretly wiped away the tears.

"They are all good soldiers... and good people..." The lieutenant colonel's Adam's apple moved, and his voice couldn't help but become hoarse.

"You are a good person too."

This scene was all seen in Jackson's eyes, but there were no tears in his eyes, let alone sadness.

The depths of his light blue eyeballs were calm, like a calm lake. Even if a huge boulder fell down, there would not be any splash.

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Xingfu City, No. 1 Hospital.

Wang Yang looked at everything on the phone screen, and two lines of tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes.

The emotions buried in the deepest part of my heart, years of debt, long-suppressed pain, searching for the old man to no avail, feeling deeply ashamed of my comrades and the old man, gradually fell as the old man's voice fell, and as the old man told his story After that.

In the bottom of his heart, there was a loud explosion.

The old man...is a good man.

He was the benefactor of him and five other comrades.

The benefactor came to the funeral of his comrade-in-arms, but he was imprisoned on this hospital bed. He could only hold his breath and watch the funeral remotely.

Maybe you can see the old man appear, hear his voice again, hear with your own ears the past events and memories told by the old man himself.

His heart gained some comfort.

If there is any unfulfilled wish, it is to see Boss Zhang hold a beautiful funeral for his comrades.

Yuzai wanted to take a bite of the noodles cooked by the old man himself.

If given the chance, he would have no regrets.

But he had to leave with regret in the end, because he could not survive until the day when the old man cooked noodles for him.

Thinking of this, Wang Yang suppressed his emotions, steeled himself, and looked at the funeral on the phone screen again.

He didn't know what kind of arrangements Boss Zhang had made.

But at this time, he chose to believe Boss Zhang.

At the end of his life, he wanted to watch this "splendid" funeral in its entirety.

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