Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

Early the next morning, Zhou Rui was the first to get up.

Although the small village is cold, the air is cold and fresh. Taking a deep breath, I feel that my lungs have been cleansed.

Walking to Xiao Lin at the back, Zhou Rui saw old man Mi exercising inside.

The old man didn't know whether he had good hearing or was sensitive to people coming from behind. He noticed Zhou Rui in advance and turned around to look over.

"Why do you, a young man, get up so early?"

Zhou Rui said with a smile: "I've been very busy recently and haven't had time to exercise. It's rare that the environment here is good, so I'm going to do a set of boxing."

Old Man Mi's eyes lit up: "You can also box? Come and let me see."

Zhou Rui didn't hide it, he just hit a set of moves casually. He didn't use a lot of force, and he couldn't be considered very powerful, but he was able to do it smoothly.

Old Man Mi said: "It feels a little organized. Do people of your generation still practice boxing?"

Zhou Rui said: "There are not many people who practice. I learned it on my own. Has Old Man Mi practiced before?"

Old Man Mi fell into memories and said: "There is no use for this kind of skill on the battlefield. No matter how good a fist is, it can't be compared to a knife, and no matter how sharp a knife is, it can't be compared to a gun."

"We had no choice at that time. The troops were all children from poor families. In today's terms, they were poor in physical fitness and malnourished. At that time, an old company commander found a wild Taoist priest and taught him a set of unnamed things. Let the soldiers use it to activate their muscles and bones, so I learned to practice it twice a day."

Zhou Rui said with great interest: "Oh? Show it to me?"

Old Man Mi showed it off, and from Zhou Rui's perspective, it was organized, but not much.

He is really a very active person.

"What happened to the Taoist priest next?"

"The Taoist priest said that he came down the mountain to save China and expel the Japanese invaders. He was a good man who didn't need military pay. He followed the company for many places. His marksmanship was too bad. Bullets were expensive at that time. Gradually he became a logistics worker. The stitches on the soles of his shoes were thin and delicate. He was strong and his cooking was acceptable. However, he was killed by a landmine when he was carrying a wounded person on his back."

It may not have had time to write a legend and establish meritorious deeds, but it is an exciting story of that era.

There are only a few who make great achievements, and it is even rarer to retire after success. There are more people who have not left their names, but they have dedicated everything they have.

Zhou Rui and Mr. Mi, one old and one young, each practiced their own way, and the sun gradually climbed higher.

Xiao Liu, who had taken his mother to see a doctor, also came back. Zhou Rui asked and found out that it was just an ordinary waist injury.

After eating breakfast cooked by Xiao Liu, Zhou Rui and Old Man Mi said goodbye outside the courtyard.

Old Man Mi said: "Hey, come and sit with me when you are tired, but if you are busy, just do your own thing. You are our important scientist, don't waste too much time on me, an old man."

Zhou Rui smiled: "Isn't this your plaque that I'm thinking about?"

Old Man Mi laughed: "Don't worry, they will all be yours!"

Before parting, Zhou Rui said: "I seem to have issued a new stamp again. As per the old rules, the stamp belongs to you and I keep the cards. I will ask them to send them directly to you later?"

That is the share that belongs to "Bifang".

Before setting off, he received the news that Bi Fang had begun to enter the mass production stage, and the merit accounts at all levels had also begun to be calculated.

Of course, according to the earliest agreement with Yang Rubin, Zhou Rui's huge personal account was not important to him now.

Old Man Mi was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay, I'll just wait for your medal."

Zhou Rui waved his hand, turned and left.

After taking two steps away, Zhang Yao said: "Boss, how old is this old man? I think his face looks like he is in his nineties, but his body looks like he is in his seventies."

Zhou Rui said with a smile: "I walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. How can I be in poor health?"

Zhang Yao was secretly stunned when he thought of the pagoda composed of plaques of meritorious deeds. He thought that even anti-R dramas would not dare to film like this. Maybe he was really a fierce man who tore apart Japanese soldiers when he was young.

Everything in the past two days made him feel fresh.

Looking back at the small courtyard full of age, you can faintly see a corner of the merit pagoda.

He is a young man, a city man, and an ordinary person.

So "money" is the measure of most things, including life, work, and ideals.

But there are also people who live their whole lives for their beliefs and their ideals.

Every time he sees such a person, he will feel how vast the world is.

Will also be in awe

When he arrived at the village, Zhou Rui didn't drive directly. Instead, he knocked on the door of the original location of "Laowang Local Restaurant".

The person who opened the door was a woman in her fifties. She looked at these strange "city dwellers" with wary and strange eyes.

Zhou Rui smiled gently and said, "Hello auntie, we are friends of Mr. Toumi in the west of the village. We have eaten at Grandpa Wang's place before. I heard that the old man passed away, so I wanted to come to express my condolences and pay homage."

When she heard about Mi's house in the west of the village, the woman lowered her guard: "Are you friends of Mr. Mi? Come in."

Zhou Rui felt that there were too many people and was disturbing, so he asked Zhang Yao and Lin Xiaoxiao to wait outside while he walked in.

The front hall of the house used to be a place for eating in the restaurant. This was where he and Tong Xin ate last time.

Now that Grandpa Wang Wawa has left, even the tables and chairs have been taken away. It seems that he is no longer planning to run the business in the future.

The signboard of "Lao Wang's Local Cuisine Restaurant" was casually inserted behind the broom and was already covered with dust.

Further inside is a small courtyard, and the innermost part is where people live.

In the courtyard, Zhou Rui saw the little boy from yesterday, poking the water tank with a stick and mumbling something he couldn't hear clearly.

In the small room in the back room, Zhou Rui saw the portrait of Grandpa Wang Wawa.

But what surprised Zhou Rui was that the unusually young photo was a black and white photo of Wang Wawa in his twenties.

The woman said: "My father specifically asked me to use this one before he left, saying he was handsome when he was young."

Zhou Rui looked at the photo of a high-spirited young man in military uniform.

Suddenly he smiled and said, "He is indeed handsome. He is a handsome guy."

The woman also smiled. Her father had been gone for two months, and she had already passed the period of pure sadness. She smiled happily when she heard someone praising her old man.

There is also a tablet next to it, which reads Wang Wawa's name: "Wang Weiguo"

Only then did Zhou Rui know the name of Grandpa Wang Wawa.

"How did Mr. Wang Weiguo leave?"

"I was shot when I was young, and my right leg would hurt from time to time. I fell down before, and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage when the back of my head hit the ground. By the time I was sent to the hospital, it was already too late."

Zhou Rui looked next to the portrait. There was a wooden box with a glass lid. Inside were two rusty badges. They were so old that Zhou Rui could not recognize the words.

When the woman saw Zhou Rui looking that way, she said, "I don't know what use dad left behind, so just leave it beside him to accompany him."

There was no incense here, so Zhou Rui could only pray with his hands together, and then took out the white bag he had prepared in his pocket. He bought it when he took Old Man Mi to dinner in the county last night. It contained 5,000 yuan in cash.

The woman hesitated, but accepted it anyway. When she left, she insisted that Zhou Rui take some local products back, but Zhou Rui refused.

After leaving the hut, the boy was still waving the stick around. The woman felt it was a bit rude and said, "Come here, Doudou! Stop making trouble!"

The child ran away: "I'm a tank driver! Come here! Bring my tank! Beep! Beep! We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor, run!"

The woman smiled awkwardly: "This is my grandson. He is very naughty. He always liked to listen to his great-grandfather telling stories. He has been clamoring to be a tank driver since he was a child."

Zhou Rui smiled: "Look, those badges are useful after all."

There will be lines behind Tong Xin, it’s not that the writing was lost.