You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 309 Diary

   Old Yang's body trembled slightly.

   As if something was choked up in his throat, he couldn't spit it out.

   He took a slight sip of Erguotou, the spicy smell made him shed tears, and finally took Tang Xiao's napkin and wiped it. He wanted to say something, but he was finally speechless.

   A gust of cool wind blew, and there was a faint chill outside.

   An Jianwu, who had always been smiling before, fell silent at this moment.

   His expression was still calm, but he subconsciously took it out of his pocket.

However.

   Nothing came out.

   In a trance, he realized that he had quit smoking.

  Since I had bronchitis last year, my family hid all the cigarettes.

   He finally looked at An Xiao with a hint of help in his eyes: "Take a pack of cigarettes."

  An Xiao was silent for a long time, but in the end he still shook his head firmly: "Can't smoke."

  An Jianwu saw An Xiao's expression, his expression wriggled slightly, and his throat suddenly became dry: "Today is different."

  An Xiao continued to be silent for a while, and finally stood up and walked slowly towards the back room. Not long after, she took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and handed it to An Jianwu: "Grandma knows she will scold you."

   "It doesn't get in the way, it doesn't get in the way..." An Jianwu shook his head, took out one skillfully, lit it and handed it to Lao Lao: "Lao Yang, come with one."

"it is good."

  The cigarettes rose up.

  The room became silent again.

  No one spoke, and no one served food, just silently watching the two old people who were already in their twilight years.

   They have too many stories buried in the sand.

   Zhou Yang sat in the chair and remembered that year, when he took the "Golden Hook" public class, the tears in the eyes of the following teachers were full of tears.

   At that time, he didn't understand, and felt that the teachers were a little fake, even pretentious.

   One class is just one article, how can people cry while listening to it?

   As he got older, he finally began to understand something and finally understood this text.

  Some people have gone away.

   But there are some things that must be remembered.

   Forgetting, although not all betrayal, is a deep sorrow.

  The two old men smoked silently.

   Time passed bit by bit, and soon, one cigarette was finished. An Jianwu subconsciously smoked the cigarette case, but found that the cigarette case was empty.

   He smiled wryly.

  An Xiao only left them two cigarettes.

   "Xiao Zhou, this story is very good, very good..." He looked at Zhou Yang and nodded again and again: "Old Yang, are you alright?"

"It's my fault that the cigarettes and alcohol are smoking, I'm fine..." Old Yang's body was still trembling slightly, but after hearing An Jianwu's voice, he shook his head and then looked at Zhou Yang: "Xiao Zhou... "

   "Grandpa Yang." Zhou Yang looked at Elder Yang and sat up slightly.

"For a moment just now, I felt that you were watching all this while watching the old monitor slowly closing his eyes and telling the story..." Yang Lao raised his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, but In the end, he sighed deeply: "I keep that fish hook... I'm at home, I'll bring it to you..."

   "Lao Yang, eat first."

   "Bring it over and eat it." Elder Yang was extremely stubborn, stood up a little staggeringly, and then walked towards the door.

   "Zhibin went to see Grandpa Yang."

  “…”

  An Zhibin nodded, originally to support Yang Lao, but Yang Lao shook his head, he did not need any support, his waist was straight.

  In a trance...

   From his back, Zhou Yang saw the figure walking on the grass with difficulty step by step.

   "Grandpa An, the food is cold, I'll go to warm it up."

"it is good."

  Tang Xiao looked at An Jianwu, Zhou Yang and An Xiao, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen with the dishes.

  When Tang Xiao left, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

   "Xiao Zhou, did your grandfather serve in the army before?"

   "Being." Zhou Yang nodded, the grandfather of this world is indeed a soldier, but he died too early, and Zhou Yang has no impression.

   "People from that era?"

"Um."

"Okay, it's good." An Jianwu looked at Zhou Yang and nodded silently, then looked at An Xiao: "The story Xiao Zhou told just now should really be included in the textbook, and the hook should also be placed at the end of the story. Enter the military museum...you go and implement it."

   "Well, I will communicate this matter to the relevant departments..." An Xiao nodded.

   "By the way, what are the children learning now?"

  “…”

   Zhou Yang sat next to An Xiao, silently listening to An Xiao and An Jianwu talking.

   contains a lot of content and secrets.

   Zhou Yang didn't know whether he should listen to these words or not, or he would like Sister Tang Xiao to cook a hot dish.

   Just as he was about to get up, he was pressed down by An Xiao. He looked up at An Xiao, who was still talking to his grandfather.

  Just now, Mr. An's hand was on his leg...

   About ten minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house.

   Old Yang walked into the house with a box in one hand.

   He put down the box and took out a rusted but preserved sewing needle.

   "It's this needle..."

  …………………………

  I had a long dinner.

   ate for more than two hours.

   After eating, Zhou Yang, An Xiao and An Zhibin Tang Xiao were taken to the study by An Jianwu.

An Jianwu's study is very spacious, and it is not crowded when a few people sit in it. At the same time, there are a lot of books hidden, including the old editions of "Four Books and Five Classics", "The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties", "Zizhi Tongjian", "Three Kingdoms", There are now "Das Kapital", "Faith"...

   Zhou Yang even saw a book called "The Overlord".

  The most contemporary movie "Overlord" in the Chinese film industry was adapted from this book.

An Jianwu personally made a cup of tea for everyone. It seemed that he was influenced by the "Golden Hook" just now. Old Yang's mood was still low. After drinking a sip of tea, he sighed and wanted to say something, but But in his heart, he couldn't say anything.

   "Lao Yang... just say whatever you want."

"Comrade Jiang Cai left a few days ago. When I was helping to clean up Comrade Jiang Cai's belongings, I found a diary. The diary wrote a story about the 4th Battalion and 9th Company of the 140th Regiment. After reading the story, I felt I feel very uncomfortable... This should be at that special period, someone handed the diary to Comrade Jiang Cai. For some reason, Comrade Jiang Cai didn't have time to read it, and it was piled up later. This story, I feel very sad... ...I have seen those old comrades with my own eyes and watched them leave..." Yang Lao took out a neat thing wrapped in cloth from his pocket.

   Carefully opened the cloth bag, revealing an old diary, with a damaged cover and yellowed paper, looking a bit history.

   Old Yang's eye circles became cloudy, but he resisted the grief and handed the diary to Zhou Yang.

   "Huh?" Zhou Yang was stunned.

   "Xiao Zhou, look at this story, can you put it on the screen?"

"it is good!"

   The handwriting in the diary has begun to turn yellow, and some characters are generally not clear.

   "In 1948, during the Huaihai Campaign, I followed Comrade Zhang Daya and Zhang Xiaoping to receive a mission called "sniper"..."

   "I remember that the weather was very cold that day, and people were shivering. I was called to the office by the leader..."

   "I vaguely heard the leader tell me that this time the task is very heavy..."

  “…”

   "My comrades, my instructors..."

   "The battle is fierce. The number of enemies is several times that of our side. Even if we have the advantage of the terrain, we still can't resist wave after wave of attacks..."

   "I watched them die in front of me. I saw with my own eyes that Zhang Da Ya was scorched black, and his lower body was blown up in half, but he was holding my hand tightly, trying to say something..."

   "However, I couldn't hear what he was saying, because my ears were deaf, and my eyes couldn't see much. I just felt blood red all around..."

   "Someone took my hand as if to get me out of position..."

"But, I know I can't go, I didn't hear the trumpet, and I can't confirm whether the trumpet was blown or not, all I know is that some people are gesturing to say it's blown, and some people say it's not blown... …”

  “…”

   "Fifty comrades, except me, were all killed in this battle. They were buried in a hole. My new instructor pulled the lead of the bomb at the last moment, and was buried in it..."

   "We only have one idea, that is, we can't let the corpse be found by the enemy..."

   "I came out, I used a gun, I hit a tank..."

"I was alone, I was very hungry, and I started to see nothing clearly, but I knew there were enemies around me, so I changed into the enemy's clothes, and later, I realized what a stupid decision it was. …”

  “…”

   "I can't find the 140th regiment. Many people were broken up and reorganized, and then they were broken up again. I survived, but no one knows who I am and where our team is..."

   "Many people became martyrs, while my brothers, my comrades, became missing persons..."

  “…”

   Zhou Yang looked at the diary silently.

   As if there was a huge boulder in his heart, as if he couldn't breathe no matter how much he breathed.

   He saw despair in his diary, and it was full of despair.

   He thought of a movie called "Assembly" in the original world. The content described in the diary was so similar to "Assembly".

only……

   The ending of "Assembly" is much better.

   At least those who disappeared were posthumously named martyrs.

   The owner of the diary seemed to be regarded as a lunatic, and in that special era, he was so skinny that he was frozen, but no matter how hard he digged, he couldn't dig out those comrades buried deep in the ground.

   "Grandpa Yang...the ending of the diary, how's it going?"

   "I'm still investigating, but I heard that he was frozen to death. Someone saw the diary on him, and it took many years before it was handed over to Jiang Cai, and many years passed before we found it..."

  “…”

   Continue two updates today... But I still have the cheek to ask for a monthly pass, tomorrow is a new month, I will keep updating

   (end of this chapter)