Age of Rebirth

Tang Qiuli's figure, under the eyes of Shanhu and the special guards, finally disappeared in the snowflakes flying all over the sky, disappeared in the green pine forest, and two lines of footprints of different depths stretched all the way to the depths of the pine forest .

The captain of the secret service said sullenly: "Captain, how can you let the commander enter the mountain alone? It's so dangerous, what should you do in case of an accident? No, I will take a few people and quietly follow behind the commander. ?”

Shan Hu glared at him, and said: "As long as you protect the safety of the division commander, come on, you arrange the troops to live in the village, remember, you are not allowed to harass the people, and you have to pay for accommodation and meals. In addition, arrange If you live in a single household, it is best to ask the master to temporarily stay at other people's homes for the teacher to prepare for, and I can follow up by myself!"

Tang Qiuli's heart became heavier the more he walked into the mountains and forests, and the anticipation was filled with pain. The snow under his feet kept "creaking, creaking". In the silent pine forest, in the empty mountain field The room was lonely and desolate, like heavy drumbeats, beating his heart, and when he reached a cliff, he stopped in his tracks.

This place, to Tang Qiuli, is unforgettable. It was the fourth detachment of the Bloody Hand Regiment at that time. During the battle, Xiao Ling, his most beloved wife, took the unborn child in her womb, jumped off the cliff in depth, turned into an eternal tragedy between white mountains and black waters, and became an indelible pain in his heart!What was in Sister Ling's mind at that moment?There must be a figure of himself.And unborn children.And it is the ordinary mountain cliff in the northeast, the figure that jumped down has become an indelible pain in his heart, which has been in pain until now, and everything in his memory is flowing vividly, two lines Tears fell silently, and the body was covered with snowflakes.The wind is still the same, everything that used to be.But they were all gone, Tang Qiuli solidified into a statue amidst the flying snow, as if that moment would last forever!

And under a tall pine tree not far from him, Shan Hu silently looked at the snow-covered figure, his eyes were moist, even if he was not in front of Tang Qiuli, Shan Hu could feel it , good brother, the pain that is frozen in the white snow and tears the heart!In the valley below the cliff, the originally mild north wind howled into a roaring gale here, rolling up clusters of snowflakes, blurring his vision, but even if he closed his eyes and put his heart into it, Tang Qiuli could still find that one. Empty tomb, that is a tomb buried deep in his heart, where his most beloved person is buried, a used pistol, and a bright red scarf that he once wore!

Nothing has changed. Maybe no one disturbs the tranquility of this inaccessible valley. The empty tomb stands surrounded by weeds and beside the solidified yellow mud river, just like before he left the northeast, except that the surrounding The wormwood is tall and dense, recording the passing years and years of loneliness.

After six years of separation, he came back here again and opened the gate of Tang Qiuli's memory. The past was rushing out like a tide. He walked lightly, afraid of waking up the soul that entrusted his own grief. He bent down and opened his arms. He hugged this tomb, although there was only a pistol and a scarf buried inside, but it was all of him, quietly, and he didn't know whether it was tears or melting snowflakes that wet his face next to his cheek. on the soil.

With the sound of the wind, a burst of depressing crying, it was heartbreaking to float into the distance. After a long time, until the snowflakes once again integrated him and the grave under him, Tang Qiuli began to pull up the grave mound one by one. The surrounding weeds moved softly and slowly, as if they were afraid of hurting their loved one and disturbing her deep sleep.

After pulling out the waist-deep weeds around him, Tang Qiuli sat on the ground, sat in front of the tomb, lit a cigarette, just kept silent, stared for a long time, his eyes seemed to penetrate the soil layer, and silently communicated with the passing away. Lovers communicate, at this moment, his heart is extremely peaceful, as if returning to the memory, all the pain in the warm embrace, seems to dissipate with the wind, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he is immersed in the memories of the past!

The banks of the Huangni River in South Manchuria, the land of pain, the land of farewell, my favorite, disappeared between the white mountains and black waters in the northeast, and came again six years later, Tang Qiuli couldn't tell what he brought with him This kind of mood seems to come to bid farewell to the past, and it seems to want to bury an unforgettable memory deep in the heart again, maybe to find inner peace, maybe, there is forgiveness.

The snowflakes were still falling, but the howling north wind was much weaker. The world was peaceful. Tang Qiuli and the tomb in front of him melted into one. He didn't move at all, as if he didn't notice the passage of time, as if in a dream, he forgot everything.

"There are beauties in the north, who are left alone and independent. When you look at the city of Qingren, and then the country of people, you would rather not know the city and the country. Beautiful women are hard to come by again!" Tang Qiuli's mouth repeated repeatedly. Just these few words, like weeping like complaining, tears and chanting, flowing in the snow all over the sky, flowing in the long river of memory, flowing deep in his heart.

"Creak, creak!" Footsteps stepped on Bai Xue to get behind him, Tang Qiuli moved, a thick layer of snow fell from his body, "Tiger, you are still here!" Tang Qiu Li said lightly.

Shanhu looked at the tomb and said, "Xiaoqiu, it's getting dark. You sat in front of Xiaoling's grave for several hours. Go back. If Xiaoling is alive in the sky, I will feel distressed seeing you like this." Yes, don't let the special guards worry!"

Tang Qiuli's body trembled, and Shanhu helped him up from the snow. Suddenly, Tang Qiuli lay on Shanhu's shoulder, crying bitterly, and said: "Huzi, I'm sorry for sister Ling, she is alone She was lying alone in the cold tomb. For more than six years, I didn't come back to see her. In the end, I didn't even find her body. There was not even a tombstone in front of her grave. If you and I fought If I die on the battlefield, who would know that my beloved wife, Tang Qiuli, is buried here, and the two belongings that I carried with me!"

Like an older brother, Shanhu patted Tang Qiuli's back lightly, silently comforting his brother who was dying of pain in a manly way, the crying faded away with the sound of the wind, the snowflakes were silent, and the crying was heartbreaking , two flesh-and-blood brothers, in front of an empty grave, feeling each other's warmth together, everything they have experienced.

It was completely dark, Tang Qiuli finally stopped crying, "Hu Zi, I feel much better, let's go!" He said calmly.

The two brothers supported each other and walked back step by step. After seeing the dim lights of the small village at the foot of the mountain, Tang Qiuli said to Shan Hu: "Huzi, after you return to Fengtian, you can do something. Just carve a tombstone in front of Sister Ling’s grave, on which it says, “Soldier of the Independent Division, the tomb of his beloved wife Zhang Xiaoling, and her husband Tang Qiuli respectfully stands here!” In addition, I personally provide a sum of money, and you arrange it yourself The local government will build a cemetery by the Huangni River!"

"There are pine trees and birch trees all around, and flowers are planted all around. How can there be no flowers around Sister Ling? She likes the wild flowers in the mountains of our hometown the most. Yes, I will plant wild flowers all over the place. I want Sister Ling to come here. Every spring, seeing the wild flowers all over the mountains and plains is a little bit of my heart!"...

Shanhu shook Tang Qiuli's cold hand tightly, and replied, "Xiaoqiu, don't worry, I will arrange it myself!"

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the two of them realized that a dozen special guards were fully armed and covered in snow, looking anxiously at the entrance of the village. When they saw the figures of two people, they hurriedly rushed up. The captain of the special guard said with a sigh of relief: " Thank goodness, teacher and captain, you came back and didn't make me panic, if you don't come back, we will go into the mountains to look for you!"

Tang Qiuli didn't explain anything, and said with fatigue in his tone: "Everyone has worked hard on the journey, we will rest in the village tonight, and return to Fengtian tomorrow!"

In the ordinary small village of Nanman, Tang Qiuli was lying on the hot kang without any sleepiness. The north wind outside the window was mixed with the sound of pines, passing by in bursts, roaring like whistling, and snowflakes slapped on the window paper. , making a rustling sound, outside, the slight sound of the sentry guards stepping on the snow, all came to his ears very clearly. Although he didn't have a good rest for two or three days, his mood was very active.

What's more in my heart is a kind of ease, the ease of letting go of the burden, I don't know when it gets hazy, in the dream, that figure, curling up from the sky, close and far away, but as clear as it is beside me, seems Within reach, she smiled gently as always, and drifted away again, "Sister Ling, don't go!" Tang Qiuli shouted loudly.

"Phew!" Tang Qiuli woke up suddenly, sat up, shook his head, everything just happened, as if it happened in real life, outside the window, there was a bright morning sun, the sun penetrated the window paper, making him squint his eyes, After a few days of snow, it stopped and it was sunny!

Saying goodbye to the simple folks in the mountain village, facing a round of bright red sun, Tang Qiuli and Shan Hu and his party embarked on the journey back to Fengtian. Before leaving, Tang Qiuli left 200 yuan for the villagers Now the ocean.