After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 155 The moon is not his alone

When Uncle Ding was in his 20s, he had just married his wife for less than three years.

The war is imminent, the country calls, Uncle Ding is ready to go to the battlefield, and bid farewell to his wife.

War is cruel. Uncle Ding watched his comrades die one after another, and he was the only one left in the whole battle.

After the war, Uncle Ding was awarded first-class merit, but he didn't feel honored. He only felt that the medal was covered with the blood of his comrades. Even looking at it was a replay of the painful memory on the battlefield.

So Uncle Ding hurriedly packed his bags and went home, thinking that he could finally reunite with his wife, but he didn't want to go back to his hometown, only to find that the house was already in ruins.

It turned out that a mudslide swept here not long ago, and many people died or disappeared. His wife, including his elderly parents, were all missing, and the probability of survival was very slim.

Uncle Ding was hit hard, and his spirit quickly collapsed. He was in a daze for a month or two. If he hadn't remembered that his comrade-in-arms had asked him to visit his hometown for him before he died, I am afraid that Uncle Ding would have gone with his parents and wife.

After setting up a tomb for his parents and wife, Uncle Ding found the hometown of his comrade-in-arms and found that his blind old mother was struggling to live alone and could not do without human care.

It just so happened that the mother of the comrade-in-arms also saw that Uncle Ding was determined to die, so she simply let Uncle Ding live in the village.

Uncle Ding has lived here for almost 40 years.

Sending away his comrade-in-arms mother who is no different from his own mother, Uncle Ding has lived alone and lonely until now.

"First-class work? How can I deserve it? In our company, everyone is better than me. I am just lucky and survived. Each of them may be more worthy of this honor than me..."

The murmuring voice fell into everyone's ears, clearly audible in this quiet environment.

Uncle Ding was sitting on a small bench, looking into the distance with withered eyes, his old and crooked body was like an old tree root silently entangled, obviously scarred, but still rooted in this land.

This scene was honestly recorded by the camera.

The program crew outside the camera, including the village committee, were all in awe.

The villagers who have been with Uncle Ding for many years feel even more emotional:
"I didn't expect Uncle Ding to have these stories."

"Is it possible that Uncle Ding's wife is still alive? Aren't we filming a show? Can you help me find it? Communication was backward in those days, maybe it was just lost?"

It was proposed with great optimism.

It's a pity that cold water was quickly poured on:

"What if he died long ago? Wouldn't that make Uncle Ding, who has accepted the reality, tear open his scars?"

This statement is so reasonable that no one who proposes it can refute it.

After all, reality is far crueler than hope.

At this time, a soft voice sounded in the camera, determined and full of strength:
"no."

Everyone looked over together.

Uncle Ding also looked at Ming Dai dully, not understanding the meaning of her words.

Ming Dai spoke clearly, looked at Uncle Ding seriously and said:

"Master, you said that you are not worthy of this honor... No, you are worthy! It belongs to you, and not only to you, but also to your comrades-in-arms and even the family members who silently support you! You put it in the corner Dust is the disappointment to it!"

Everyone was shocked by Ming Dai's words, and they were afraid that Uncle Ding would fly into a rage because of these words.

And Uncle Ding didn't say anything for a long time, looking sideways into Mingdai's autumn lake-like pupils, the surging emotions in his eyes seemed to be closely connected with him, a switch in his heart that had been silent for many years was turned on, and the sadness was no longer suppressed Can't live.

"you are right."

Uncle Ding, who was made of steel, actually choked up.

He clenched the flannel box tightly with one hand, covered his face with the other, and his body twitched slightly.

Silent tears oozed from his fingers.

The people behind him were infected by the sad atmosphere of Uncle Ding, and their hearts became heavy, and Candy even started to cry.

Among them, Shen Qinghe, on the surface, was looking at Uncle Ding, but his eyes passed by Uncle Ding, and happened to fall on Ming Dai who was on the same line as Uncle Ding——

Her face sculpted like a jade stone seemed to exude a faint brilliance, her eyes were half-curved with sadness and joy, and two pills of amber were hidden in them, the dense brilliance was even inferior to real gems.

It was obviously a face that was so familiar that he had retrace it thousands of times in the cycle of memories.

But why does it seem so strange and distant now?
Like the moon hanging high in the sky, one should look up to it, rather than reaching out to pick it up.

It seemed that Ming Dai had already transformed before she knew it, she was no longer the original her, she became better and more dazzling, and more people were nourished by this radiance.

... It turns out that the moon does not belong to him alone.

A sour taste welled up.

It was as if he had eaten a hundred lemons, and the sour taste flooded his stomach, making him restless.

In the end Shen Qinghe closed his eyes slightly, relying on his strong willpower, tried his best to suppress this feeling.

It's been a while.

Whether it was Uncle Ding or Shen Qinghe, they all seemed to have returned to normal.

Uncle Ding handed the velvet box to Ming Dai: "It's me, the old guy, who can see it better than your little girl. Thank you for waking me up. So, can you please put this medal on for me?"

Ming Dai was overwhelmed by the flattery, and waved her hands repeatedly to refuse.

However, Uncle Ding insisted.

Both Xiao Bai and Candy supported Ming Dai's help, Shen Qinghe didn't speak.

Ming Dai couldn't resist, and finally took out the medal, carefully and carefully patted off the dust on it, and put it on Uncle Ding's chest.

And Uncle Ding's body after being ravaged by the years seemed to burst out with amazing energy, and he raised his hand towards the distant mountain to salute a standard military salute, his figure was as tall and majestic as a mountain!
Outside the camera, everyone in the program team and the village committee was moved to tears by this scene.

Someone suddenly sighed: "I seem to understand that Xiao Bai said that Dai is very lucky. It really is good luck. Even Uncle Ding's story can be discovered by her. The ratings of this episode will definitely explode!"

"Audio ratings and ratings! You know the ratings! Don't you have the gene to be moved?"

"What's wrong with the ratings? Maybe some of Uncle Ding's lost family members will see the show and take the initiative to contact them?"

"That's the truth, but it's better not to say that Dai is just lucky."

"what?"

The person who answered the call realized later that it was Director Qian who spoke!Immediately shuddered!
Director Qian didn't look at their reactions, stared at the camera, and continued with emotion:

"This can't be summed up in a sentence of good luck. It was her kindness, empathy, and sincerity that moved Uncle Ding and prompted Uncle Ding to speak up. Otherwise, why had no one discovered what was behind Uncle Ding before this?" What about the story?"

Everyone was speechless.

"Because she is Ming Dai, she can do it."

Director Qian thought that he would firmly remember this name in the future.

(End of this chapter)