Chapter 153 Martyrs Cemetery
Looking up, you can see the endless tombstones.
Some of the tombstones have photos of the martyrs, while others only have the names of the martyrs and a line of small text introducing them.
Those with photos are all martyrs who died in the past ten or twenty years, while those without photos were martyrs who died decades ago.
Decades ago, China was still in dire straits of war and had no time or leisure to leave photos.
They are all using their lives to protect their homeland and country.
Although the young couple did not experience that era, their eyes couldn't help but turn red when they saw those tombstones.
My throat feels a little uncomfortable.
【Why, I feel like crying. 】
【You are not alone, I have cried {tears}, wuwuwu】
[The peaceful life we have today is all due to the heroic and desperate fighting of our ancestors. 】
[Although, I would like to put in a word, didn’t I say that taking pictures is not allowed in the Martyrs Cemetery, and live broadcasting should not be allowed either, right? 】
【As long as you have respect in your heart, the ancestors should not mind. 】
【….…】
Netizens also responded on the barrage.
The further the two of them went, the fewer and fewer the tombstones were with photos on them.
The man suppressed his low and heavy emotions and asked: "Master, which way are you going now?"
"You guys go up another flight of steps, and then go to the right. There is a small The wooden house, the children are inside.”
In front of the wooden house.
The man carefully pushed open the wooden door and saw a little boy lying on the ground.
The boy's eyes were narrowed tightly, like two thin lines, and his mouth was slightly open, like a cute little angel.
Looking closely, it was his missing son.
The woman's body was shaking badly and her feet were a little weak, "Master, this is my son"
"Don't worry, he just fell asleep." Su Chen said with a smile. .
Hearing this, the woman quickly stepped forward, picked up her son, and called softly.
"Son, son, wake up quickly."
The child opened his eyes, half asleep and very hazy. He looked at the woman, raised his hand cutely, rubbed his eyes, and finally fully recovered this time. Come to your senses.
“Mom, Mom”
“Baby, mom is here.”
【I’m so envious, my child can sleep anywhere with this quality of sleep. 】
[I know the bed. It’s hard to fall asleep anywhere I sleep. 】
【The kid is very courageous. Why do you dare to come here alone? 】
【As I said, don’t you dare to go to the Martyrs Cemetery? They are here to protect us when they are alive, and they will not harm us even after they die. 】【I would be afraid if I went to a cemetery, but I would not go to the Martyrs Cemetery. I would only feel solemn, serious and safe. 】
【Why are you afraid of sleeping in the cemetery? Because the people in the cemetery are all unknown people. Those who died naturally are fine, but those who came to cause misfortune, died in vain, or died suddenly. , it’s very miserable. You are afraid that it will turn into a evil ghost and come to harass you, and you don’t know it, so you are particularly afraid. It’s better to be a relative. However, those in the Martyrs Cemetery are those who willingly gave their lives to defend the country, for the motherland, and for future generations. Although you don’t know them, they will make you feel that they will protect you. They are strangers, but they are not. Strangers, a unique intimacy, all, why, they are the loveliest people. 】
"Master, why is my son here?" The man felt strange. He had never brought a child here before.
【Could your son be the reincarnation of a martyr? He recalled his former comrades and found them. 】
[Maybe it is. A few days ago, there were children on the Internet who said that they were firefighters in their previous lives and then died trying to save others. 】
【It is said that some children can remember things from their previous lives. Maybe your son may be in the same situation. 】
【It’s great to have martyrs as my children. I hope some martyrs will come to me as their mothers. I will definitely take good care of them. 】
"Baby, tell mom, aren't you with grandma? Why are you here?" The woman looked at the child gently.
"Uh, me, me." The little boy looked at the ground guiltily and fell silent.
"Baby, are you hungry? Mommy will take you to eat later. Your favorite cake, okay?"
The little boy shook his head and whispered: "Baby is not hungry, please?" , uncle gave me something to eat.”
“Uncle? Where is the uncle here?”
"It's the uncle outside. There was a little sister in a skirt who asked me to play with her, so I played with her for a while."
"But when I want to find grandma, just look Grandma is gone. I walked for a long time and couldn't find you, so I sat on the ground and cried." At this point, the little boy secretly glanced at his father.
Normally, his father would not allow him to cry, saying that a man would not shed tears easily.
"Then some uncles asked me why I was crying. I said I couldn't find my parents, so they brought me here. When I was hungry, my uncles gave me cakes."
“He also said that when I wake up, my parents will be here”
【I have a bold guess.】
【I also guessed it. 】
At this time, Su Chen spoke.
"Yes, it's what you think."
[Cry to death, unable to hold back tears π_π. 】
[But why didn’t they reincarnate? 】
"Because even if they die, they still want to continue to defend the land of China and protect their people." Su Chen.
【I think of my childhood playmate. He was hit by evil spirits when he was a child. He had a high fever and was in a daze. Neither the hospital nor the gods could solve it. Finally, his grandfather held him and said to his family, "I'm going to die." Do me a favor." His grandfather said to the garden, "Old brothers, do me a favor. Our grandson is in trouble. Please help me." The fever subsided that night. He said that that night, he felt vaguely. Many warm hands touched his head, making him feel extremely at ease. It was the most comfortable night's sleep he had had in so many days. The next day he was alive and kicking, as if nothing had happened. 】
Netizens in the live broadcast room also told their similar experiences.
【Every day during my night shift, I would pass through the Martyrs’ Cemetery. Occasionally I would bring a bottle of wine to pay my respects, and even [smile] pass by a martyr’s snacks. When I was hungry, I thought it would be so big that I could take a few pieces to try. I've never felt scared after trying (the donkey rolling), this is the Martyrs Cemetery! They will only love and protect us! ! ! 】
[When I was able to sit at the Martyrs Cemetery for a day during my break, I would slowly read the words on the tombstones of the martyrs. Later, I wanted people to understand their deeds. Now I am the commentator of the local cemetery. 】
PS: The data has been very low recently, and I have no motivation to write words~~ Some of the short stories in it are made up by myself, and some are adapted from things I have seen or heard, or adapted from real life. This short story is specially written to pay tribute to the martyrs during the National Day. I wonder if you like it?
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