Jingteng Fanghua

Chapter 200
In the evening, Liu Junling greeted Shu Meng and Langning in the private room of Zhongyuan Hotel.

"Uncle Liu, I don't have much work tonight, so you can just drink a couple of glasses, it won't be a problem!" Shu Meng advised Liu Junling while holding a glass of wine.

"Comrade Shu Meng, the province's rural work conference will be held soon, and the director may have to work overtime at night to read materials, why don't you let me do it?" Lu Caoping stood up and said.

"Xiao Lu, no need, I haven't seen Xiao Meng for many years, I have to drink his toast!" Liu Junling said with a smile.

Liu Junling took the wine glass from Shu Meng's hand.

"Uncle Liu, I'll have a drink with you." Shu Meng poured himself a glass of white wine, and drank it with a nod of his neck.

"Okay, okay, like your mother!" After Liu Junling finished speaking, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Uncle Liu, I want to visit my mother's grave tomorrow!" Shu Meng said.

"Go, and burn some paper for me too! Your mother is a real heroine of the women's middle school, and she does not give up to a man. Back then, she held two guns, shot with a hundred shots, planted mines, blew up bunkers, and appeared like a ghost. The enemies she beat were terrified! The common people call it the Eagle of Yueshan, and your mother is actually in the novels "Red Rock" and "Minecraft Warfare"!" Liu Junling said emotionally.

"Uncle Liu, when my mother was alive, she took us to visit Uncle Bai's grave and told him about your situation." Shu Meng said.

"I'm your Uncle Bai's correspondent. He's dead, but I'm still alive. I should be the one who died, alas!" Liu Junling's eyes turned red when he thought of the past.

"My mother said, at that time, you all left the hope of life to your comrades-in-arms around you, and regarded death as home, so you don't have to blame yourself. It's the same if it were you." Shumeng said.

"Yes! You are right! Xiaomeng, there is one thing I have not told you. After your mother is rehabilitated, according to her level and contribution to the party, she will be buried in Babaoshan. I stopped her. and told the superiors about your mother's last words."

"Why don't I know my mother's last words?" Shu Meng asked in surprise.

"Do you still remember that on the day your mother passed away, you couldn't eat for several days because of emotional tension, which led to hypoglycemia and fainted in front of your mother's hospital bed?"

"Of course I remember, don't you?"

"Yes, it was at that time, and it was also the time when your mother's mind was clearest before she died. In today's terms, it is a flashback!"

"What did my mother tell you?"

Liu Junling looked at Shu Meng and said solemnly: "Xiao Meng, you are an adult, you should know your mother's last words."

"Uncle Liu, tell me!"

"Your mother said, she will be where your uncle Bai is, and she wants to be buried with your uncle Bai, but not with your father!"

Shumeng's face suddenly became white, with a pair of painful eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

"I hope you can understand your mother, so after your mother is rehabilitated, I will bury her next to your Uncle Bai in the Yueshan Martyrs Cemetery, so that their spirits in heaven can be with each other forever! Xiaomeng, I..."

"Uncle Liu, stop talking, I understand, mother did nothing wrong, she never forgave Shu Yuhai until she died!"

"Alas" Liu Junling let out a long sigh.

In the martyr's cemetery in Yueshan City, under the green pines and cypresses, Shu Meng stood in front of his mother's tombstone and knelt down slowly.

He burned a lot of paper money for his mother in the earthen pot in front of the tombstone. He whispered to his mother about his father taking care of himself and his sister, and also brought Liu Junling's words to his mother.

After a while, Shu Meng came to a tombstone next to his mother, and the name of Baimeng Mountain was engraved on the tombstone.

Shu Meng knelt in front of Baimeng Mountain's tombstone as he did when he was a child, burned a lot of paper money in the earthen basin, and muttered to himself for a long time.

A jeep was parked in front of a dilapidated courtyard in a mountain village in the northern part of Yueshan. The small courtyard looked desolate, with dry wormwood growing on the adobe walls, shaking in the cold wind with the dry trees in the courtyard. The adobe house stands in the small courtyard.

Shu Meng took out a long key above the head of the door, and inserted it into the long lock hole on the door, and the lock was opened with a "click".

Shu Meng pushed open the creaking door, and a musty, earthy smell came over his face. Cobwebs were pulling everywhere in the room, covering several pieces of furniture with missing arms and legs.

Shu Meng walked into the room, and naturally picked up a broom that was also covered in cobwebs from behind the door.He moved here and there to clear the cobwebs in the room so that he could walk into the room.

In fact, there is nothing in the room except broken chairs, broken tables and rotten kang, but he just wanted to come in and have a look at the place where he lived in childhood and youth, because there are many traces of his life here, which he has engraved in his heart .

The room seemed to still have the mother's breath, the mother's crisp figure, and the loud voice that the mother had cultivated during the war.

Shu Meng's throat was a little tight, he blinked his eyes, sucked his nose lightly, and suppressed the surging emotions.

Ronning waited for Shumen in the long jeep. Some people appeared on the cold street, and they looked at the jeep curiously at the door of their house.

Slowly, some fellow villagers came to surround me one after another.

"Who are you from Yue'e's family?" An old woman in a large padded jacket with a slanted front asked Lang Ning.

"I'm a friend of her son Shu Meng." Lang Ning spoke poor Mandarin, and the old lady half-understood.

Shu Meng came out of the room, he locked the door with the long lock again, and put the long key on the top of the door.

Shu Meng walked out of the small courtyard and saw some villagers around the jeep asking questions, so he came over to support the old lady who was talking to Lang Ning: "Grandma Seven, I'm Xiaomeng, do you remember me?"

At this time, Shu Meng did not have the cold and arrogant look before, his facial lines were stretched and soft, and his eyes were gentle and kind.

Lang Ning really couldn't believe that Shu Meng still had such a warm side, which surprised him greatly.

"Oh, you're Xiaomeng. You've grown into an adult. Grandma Seven's eyes are so bad that you don't even recognize you!" Grandma Seven excitedly took Shu Meng's hand and patted it.

"Your body is still so strong?!" Shu Meng greeted Grandma Seven.

"Okay, okay, it's strong! Let's go, let's go, go to Grandma Seven's house to warm up on a cold day, Grandma Seven will cook saliva for you!" Grandma Seven took Shu Meng's hand and dragged her to her home.

The stewed saliva drink mentioned by the mountain people refers to the stewed eggs, which is the highest treatment for the locals to entertain guests.

Shu Meng didn't refuse either, and just like that, Grandma Seven held her hand and walked forward all the way, while Lang Ning followed behind with the things she had prepared in advance.

People standing at the door of each house, whoever knew Shu Meng, greeted him warmly.

Shu Meng followed Grandma Seven into the small farmyard in his memory.It has been more than ten years, but it has not changed at all, it is still the same as before, which makes Shumeng feel sore in his heart!This feeling Shu Meng has not had for many years.

(End of this chapter)