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Chapter 300 Nostalgia (12, please recommend and vote monthly)

What was really shocking was when the heroine, who had regained her old appearance, returned to the train at the beginning of the short film.
It turned out that she had already started her journey to Hong Kong City, and the bag she was carrying was obviously the delicacies she had prepared for her lover.

From the port city to Treasure Island, it is obviously difficult to figure out how long it is and how long it will take based on her current memory level and thinking ability.

But no matter what, she has been thinking about making good meals and waiting for her lover to come home. This time she went to the treasure island to see him, and she must let him eat the delicious food she made by herself!

However, at this time, the train stopped at an unknown platform. A group of grandfathers and grandmothers seemed to realize something and came to the window to take a look.

The team leader played by Yang Yi is on the platform, talking to two middle-aged men in Chinese tunic suits.

Of the two middle-aged men, one had a solemn expression and was taciturn, while the other sighed from time to time and reached out to pat Yang Yi on the shoulder.

Yang Yi's expression was more complicated. As he spoke, he looked back, as if he saw the eyes of the elderly people by the window. He didn't dare to face them, so he turned back and continued talking to the two middle-aged men opposite. Negotiate.

His several turns back and several helpless expressions constantly deepened the worries of the elderly and even the viewers outside the TV screen.

"Is there something wrong? Can't I go to Hong Kong City? Or can't I go to Treasure Island?"

Wei Lingfei muttered.

Although Jiao Yuhan said nothing, she still held his hand tightly.

We clearly saw hope, but why does it seem to be coming to an abrupt end again?

Yang Yi returned to the carriage and faced the old faces looking at him worriedly and nervously. His eyes dimmed and he couldn't help but lower his head, not knowing how to face them.But he is the leader of this "civilian action", and he must truthfully explain the situation to these grandfathers and grandmothers.

"I just received news from our comrades from the relevant departments that due to some uncontrollable emergencies, our private channel to visit relatives on the island this time has been closed indefinitely. The air tickets from Hong Kong City to Baodao have been cancelled, so , there is no point in going to Hong Kong City anymore, please get off at this station, and we will arrange another train to take you home."

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, the old people whose hopes had been shattered became excited. They stood up to express their confusion, raised their heads and lowered their heads and howled loudly.

The deep piano sound replaced the human voices in the carriage at this time. The sad expressions and movements of the old people seemed to have become dances matching the music behind them due to the upgrading of the picture.

But no one in the audience who watched this scene found it funny. All they felt in their hearts was the same sadness as them!

"How can you do this"

Jiao Yuhan was about to cry.

".This bullshit politics!"

Wei Lingfei almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

Yeah, this bullshit politics.

Everyone knows which side has been actively communicating and which side has been hindering communication.
The story of the short film has no twists and turns, just like reality, there are many obstacles. Even today, another 40 years later, the date for Baodao to return home is still far away.

The resigned old people got off the train one after another with the support and guidance of Yang Yi and the station staff, preparing to transfer to another train.

Lin Yunhui, who was walking helplessly among the crowd, suddenly reached out and touched the bag of insulated lunch boxes she was carrying. This seemed to prompt her to make up her mind. Holding the bag in both hands, she staggered out of the team, trembling. Trembling, he walked towards the train he had just stepped off.

Yang Yi saw it and hurriedly came over to dissuade her, but she still walked to the front of the car and slapped the closed door hard.

The car door couldn't be opened, so she called Yang Yi who came over and held her hand.

Yang Yi had tears in her eyes and let her pat him.

When the music stopped, a female official accompanying the team came over to help persuade, but the old man Lin Wanhui shown on the camera had turned into Kou Ling wearing the same clothes again.

"Grandma, can we go back? Don't do this. Let's go back today, and we will try to help you find a solution later."

In the words of Yang Yi and the female official, she was called "grandma". These words fell on Kou Ling's young and beautiful appearance, which made the audience intuitively feel the time span she had been waiting for.

Two officials in Chinese tunic suits came over at some point.

"Please let me pass"

Kou Ling, supported by Yang Yi and the female official, begged them.

But they are not the initiators!

On the contrary, they are still trying to help her visit her lover's promoter, but some obstacles are beyond their ability to solve.

From another shot, what the audience saw through the intertwined barbed wire was an old man holding an insulated lunch box and tremblingly trying to bend down. The two officials in Mao suits standing in front of her subconsciously stretched out their hands. "Let me go over and I'll bring him his favorite salted egg mixed with tofu."

It was Kou Ling's request for a moment.

"No? Isn't this also possible?"

For a while it was the old man's old, helpless voice.

This scene made Wei Lingfei, who thought he had a heart of stone, cry. His eyes were filled with tears, and they were flowing down. He couldn't control them at all, and he didn't want to control them.

Control what?

He wanted to cry happily now.

"Wow woo woo"

Jiao Yuhan fell on his lap and cried uncontrollably.

By the time Wei Lingfei calmed down a little and saw the TV picture clearly, the old man had already boarded the return train. The lunch box had become dirty and messy for some reason, and it might have been knocked to the ground during the struggle.

But it has no meaning anymore - she has not been able to deliver his favorite food to her lover. These delicacies have lost their existence just like the countless times she has made food before but could not wait for him to come home. significance.

Wei Lingfei was in a heavy heart. He knew clearly that the old man's Alzheimer's disease would not allow her to remember her brother Xuecheng for long. He also did not know whether Yu Xuecheng, who was seriously ill on the other side, could persist in seeing the situation change in the coming year.

But this story is coming to an end, and there is a high probability that it will have a tragic ending.

He wanted to shout and curse, but he could never change anything, just like Yang Yi and the two officials in Mao suits who couldn't bear it but were helpless.

The picture became blurry, and when it became clear again, the scene seemed to have returned to the small courtyard where the old man had stayed for decades.

However, this time, the courtyard was empty, and the house was also empty, just like the empty shots at the beginning of the short film.

In the background, there is only the voice of my daughter Xiaomei.

She was telling how much she missed her mother, and how she had learned about her father, who was very strange in her memory, due to the increase in cross-strait exchanges in recent years.

"My mother is right. My father is a very knowledgeable person and a very patriotic person! He went abroad to study for a master's degree and a doctorate. Because he knew the news of the Nanjing Massacre, he angrily gave up his doctoral studies and returned to China to participate. Anti-Japanese and national salvation movement.”

"My father later went to Baodao, picked up his studies again, and became a university professor teaching and educating people. In Baodao, he thought about you, mother, and our home all the time. He wrote a poem , I miss listening to you, Mom."

"Nostalgia"

When I was little,
Nostalgia is a small postage stamp,

I am here,

Mother is over there.

When I grow up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,

I am here,

The bride is over there.

Later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside

Mother is inside.

And now,
Nostalgia is a shallow strait,

I am here,

The mainland is over there. "(Note 1)

Wei Lingfei's eyes widened with shock at this poem.

(Note 1: I borrowed "Nostalgia" by Mr. Yu Guangzhong here, which was recommended to Yang Yi by the system!)

(End of this chapter)