Chapter 221: Leaving as a young man, returning as a sixty-year-old soul

Shen Tinglan and Lin Zhizhou took office on the same day.

The appointment of the top leader caused quite a stir in Chengdu.

However, Shen Tinglan, who joined the company on the same day, seemed unremarkable when she reported to the reference room.

Her identity was known to most people in Jiangcheng, and only high-ranking officials in Chengshi knew about it.

In addition, her wedding with Lin Zhizhou was kept secret in Kyoto.

Therefore, her department and some sections did not know her identity. They only knew that she was a pretty girl transferred from Jiangcheng.

Furthermore, in order to avoid special treatment, Shen Tinglan never rides in the same car with senior leaders at work, and always drives herself.

Lin Zhizhou was particularly opposed to this, but he couldn't persuade his wife, so he had to give up.

After a week on the job, Shen Tinglan has almost adapted.

But what is unexpected is that the data clerk is busier than the administrative department.

It involves not only data collection and organization, but also information entry and maintenance, file management, assisting in report writing, participating in meeting minutes, and occasional training.

It’s better to stick to my old job.

Of course, this was just what she thought in her mind. Since she was here, the work was simple, just quite miscellaneous, so she could call it odd jobs.

During this period, she attended two meetings chaired by Lin Zhizhou, but she suspected that the senior leader did it on purpose.

When no one was looking, the big boss always looked at her with a half-smile.

Shen Tinglan naturally didn't give him a good look, thinking about how to let him sleep on the sofa at night.

Of course, she was always confused by Lin Zhizhou's eloquence and lost her virginity by the way.

Ten days after the two of them enjoyed a happy married life.

Lin Zhizhou received a call from Lin Lixiong in Kyoto.

The twelfth batch of remains of volunteer army martyrs will be transported from Kyoto to Chengdu on August 18th by a special plane, and then from Chengdu to the Jiangcheng Martyrs Cemetery.

Among them are the remains of Shen Chuan of the Shen family.

When Shen Tinglan got the news, Shen's father in Jiangcheng also got the news.

The Shen family has been looking forward to this day for a long time.

After much anticipation, the day of August 18th finally arrived.

Ten o'clock in the morning sharp.

The remains of 28 martyrs and 189 relics were escorted to Chengdu Airport by an Air Force Y-20 special plane with a five-aircraft formation as the highest escort standard.

Chengdu Airport welcomed them with the highest courtesy of "passing through the water gate".

Participating in the welcoming ceremony were important officials from various government units.

As the secretary of a certain S group, Lin Zhizhou was naturally among them, and even in the front row.

Shen Tinglan was not qualified and was placed at the very end by the leader.

In the huge open space, officials were wearing black suits and some J District leaders were wearing military uniforms.

They stood in neat rows, their faces solemn and stern.

Ten twenty.

Tower broadcast: Escorting the heroes back to their homeland, remembering their loyalty and sacrifice. In this prosperous era, we comfort the heroic spirits. The people of our motherland, with the highest respect, welcome the loyal martyrs home. (People's Daily)

J-20: Thank you to the control tower. The mountains are majestic, the winds are endless, and the spirit of the heroes will shine through the ages and be immortal. (People's Daily)

The plane landed slowly.

Honor guards lined up in formation, escorting the coffins of 28 Chinese People's Volunteer Army martyrs from the aircraft. Afterward, a solemn welcoming ceremony was held, with all personnel bowing three times to the remains of the volunteer army martyrs. (Beijing Youth Daily)

Immediately afterwards, the honor guards escorted the coffins and personal belongings of the volunteer army martyrs onto military trucks.

70 mounted police vehicles were on standby to escort and clear the way.

20 kilometers outside Chengdu Airport, people from all walks of life spontaneously organized themselves to wait on both sides of the road, all holding national flags and banners.

The entire city of Chengdu was hung with five-star red flags to escort the heroes home.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the handover ceremony of the martyrs' remains was completed and we set off for Jiangcheng on time.

Lin Zhizhou's official car followed the convoy, and Shen Tinglan was naturally in the car.

She looked at the crowds on the street through the one-way glass of the car window.

She saw the elderly veteran in his military uniform, standing as straight as possible, saluting in standard military style, his eyes following the movement of the military truck.

She saw the old soldier's trembling lips, tears in his determined eyes, and his crying made the military medals clang.

Louder than the steel guns and cannons on the battlefield.

Her eyes turned red.

The young man passed away, and the heroic soul returned.

The mountains and rivers are safe now, and the motherland will welcome you home.

There was her great-grandfather, Shen Chuan.

The man put his arm around her shoulders and wiped her tears carefully: "Wife, I'm always here."

His answer was silent sobbing.

The convoy entered the highway, and police cars took over the escort from the mounted police.

12:40 pm.

The convoy entered the Jiangcheng Expressway gate.

50 mounted police vehicles in Jiangcheng were waiting at the highway intersection to escort and clear the way.

From the moment the convoy entered Jiangcheng to the Martyrs' Cemetery, 30 kilometers of road, people spontaneously waited on the roadside.

The masses all held the five-star red flag in one hand and a white chrysanthemum in the other.

Shen Tinglan looked at the grand scene outside the car.

She sighed sadly.

They said that they went out to explore the new China, and it took half a century for the heroic souls to return home on the 2,000-kilometer journey.

How sad.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The remains of the martyrs arrived at the Jiangcheng Martyrs Cemetery on time for the burial ceremony.

Right in front of the Martyrs' Cemetery, a veteran of the Volunteer Army is blowing the charge horn that was once feared by the people, but today it is to welcome the heroes home.

"Song of Missing You" slowly sounded.

The honor guard looked solemn as they gently supported the coffin of the volunteer army martyr covered with the bright red national flag and escorted it silently.

Twelve gunshots pierced the air, echoing the charge horns of those days on the battlefield.

As the "Song of Missing You" played again.

Honor guards lifted the martyr's coffin, circled the field halfway, and slowly walked toward the burial site. (Partially excerpted from Northeast News Network)

Accompanied by the sacrificial text, it slowly chanted: "Soul, return, lay out the offerings and pour out the wine. Satisfy the wishes of the people and witness the glory of the country. Our people will be rich, and our country will be strong..."

“Soul, come back…Soul, come back…Soul, come back…”

Everyone in the audience bowed three times and saluted. Shen Tinglan stood in the middle of the queue, with tears in his eyes, looking towards the direction of the martyrs' burial place, watching the heroes return to the land they loved so much.

She looked up at the sky facing the bright sun.

She seemed to see above the clouds, faces bathed in golden light, smiling as they looked down at the prosperous reality of China today.

Among the many faces, there were young, teenage, young and middle-aged people. Without exception, they all had expressions of relief in their eyes and finally turned into wisps of golden light and dissipated in front of the underground palace.

The great volunteer army martyrs.

This prosperous era is just as you wish, with a prosperous and strong country and peaceful and prosperous state.

The burial ceremony had already ended.

The Shen family stood in front of the tombstone of 'Revolutionary Martyr Shen Chuan'.

Stare for a long time.

The Shen family's grandfather left home for seventy years, but now his soul has finally returned to his hometown.

You should be happy.

Everyone shed tears silently.

After a long time.

Mother Shen opened the thermal box, and inside were the still warm dumplings.

Father Shen took it with both hands and placed it solemnly in front of the monument.

Pour a bottle of hometown wine.

Father Shen's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was calm and powerful as he choked and shouted: "Grandpa, welcome home."

Mother Shen stepped forward, her tone tearful, and said softly: “Grandpa, this is the glutinous rice balls from my hometown. You have worked hard for so many years. Eat them while they are hot.”

Father Shen slowly stood up and looked sideways in the direction of his father's grave: "Dad, let me tell you, grandpa is back."

I don’t know if telepathy really exists.

The Shen family consists of four people.

I had the same dream that night.

In the dream, Shen Chuan looked like he was young, tall and handsome. He smiled and waved at Shen Zhixing. Shen Zhixing was old and his body was a little blurry. He stood up from the wheelchair, smiled faintly, and limped towards his father.

Until he reached his father, the blurry figure gradually became clearer as a child, and Chen Chuan picked him up and put him on his neck.

The two of them smiled and waved goodbye in the direction of the Shen family.