Chapter 40: Three Million Warriors Leave Sichuan, Nine Out of Ten Households Have No Sons

Shen family.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Mother Shen came back from dancing the Baba dance, carrying the strawberries she bought downstairs.

I saw the brother and sister sitting on the sofa watching TV.

It's just that watching TV makes me feel restless.

She turned and went into the kitchen to wash the fruit.

Shen Tinglan's fingers kept pressing the remote control. Why is it so difficult to watch a TV series?

It's either a battle between a daughter-in-law and her mother-in-law, or the love-hate relationship of the older generation.

The person had a myocardial infarction and his blood pressure soared, he was almost suffering from cerebral congestion.

The screen stopped at the mother's channel, showing "Awakening Age".

I've read the online reviews, and the response is pretty good.

He stopped pressing and put the remote control back on the coffee table. Shen Jianan received a call beside him. He got up and went to the balcony to answer it. At the same time, Shen's mother washed strawberries and brought them out from the kitchen. She sat next to Shen Tinglan and watched TV together.

Shen Tinglan picked one up and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste immediately filled her mouth. Her facial features twisted and her teeth trembled: "Mom, it's so sour."

Upon hearing this, Shen's mother also took one and put it in her mouth, her face unchanged: "They grow it themselves, without spraying pesticides, and it's pollution-free."

Shen Jianan walked in after answering the phone and wailed, "I have to report to the company tomorrow. I heard that the company is too busy recently. There are too many projects and not enough staff. My good days are over."

Shen Tinglan and Shen's mother looked at each other and pushed the strawberries in front of Shen Jianan: "I saved them specially for you, as a reward to celebrate your going to work tomorrow."

Shen Jianan sat down with a loud snort, and the sofa next to him sank badly.

Don't doubt it.

The strawberries were not big, so Shen Jianan grabbed two or three and stuffed them into his big mouth.

"mom--"

"puff..."

Shen Jianan was so angry that he jumped up and down, but dared not say anything.

Under the powerful maternal love of Shen's mother, she didn't dare to act rashly. She turned around and went back to her room in a shameful manner.

It's like a dumb person eating bitter herbs.

"By the way, Mom, I'm having my period, so I don't need to go see you."

"Okay, then you should be careful. You're already so old, and my dance friends are still thinking about introducing you to someone."

Shen Tinglan's eyes stopped at the TV screen: "Don't worry about it, your daughter is doing very well."

Mother Shen glanced at her and said no more.

The chat stopped and the attention was all on the TV.

A moment later.

Shen Tinglan was sniffing at the tissues, having used up more than half of the pack. The TV image opposite her showed Chen Qiaonian and Chen Yannian covered in blood, barefoot and shackled, looking determined and calm.

As the picture progresses, it shows the moment when Yannian and Qiao Nian were heroically executed, their faces covered in blood as they looked back and smiled.

The eldest son, Chen Yannian, was a revolutionary martyr. He was killed by the Kuomintang and his body was thrown into the Huangpu River at the age of 29.

The second son, Chen Qiaonian, was a revolutionary martyr. He was killed by the Kuomintang and his body was thrown into the Huangpu River at the age of 26.

Yanqiao Road is short and Jixian Road is long, but both lead to prosperous avenues. Mr. Zhongfu has been waiting behind Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

Chen Tinglan cried out "Wow" and threw herself on the sofa and burst into tears. The camera was too shocking and the actors' acting was too immersive. Chen Tinglan's heart was uncontrollably gripped and she cried bitterly.

Mother Shen was startled by her big reaction and patted her back to comfort her: "This is just a TV show, why are you taking it so seriously?"

Shen Tinglan cried, "This is true. Grandpa said that great-grandfather died in that era of war and even his body couldn't be found."

Shen's mother was speechless. Her daughter was thinking of her grandfather, the kind-hearted father-in-law with a strong character, the old Shen who was always energetic.

He often told his two siblings about his past deeds with his great-grandfather on the battlefield.

She picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned off the TV, her eyes falling on the photo frame on the chest of drawers opposite.

It is longing and remembrance.

After a while, Shen Tinglan calmed down a little, and the old man's vicissitudes and bright words were still ringing in his ears.

"Lanlan, the person Grandpa admires most in his life is my father. In 1945, the Japanese army officially surrendered, and people all over the country cheered. We followed the Red Army soldiers to withdraw from Wuhan.

Unexpectedly, there were still some remaining Japanese troops on the way, and we encountered a surprise attack. At that time, my grandfather was only ten years old, and the little kid with me was only five years old. The logistics troops were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and had no ability to resist, and almost all of them were wiped out.

Dad hid me and the kid in the haystack while he went to distract the Japanese troops.

When Grandpa said this, his twilight eyes were like a lake wrinkled by time, with a flash of yellow dust, and the whole scene was devastated.

"Dad never came back."

The low and gentle voice falls, expressing grandpa's endless longing and yearning.

Grandpa Zeng stayed in Wuhan forever, like many revolutionary Red Army martyrs.

Some of them stayed in Nanjing, some stayed in Taierzhuang, some stayed in Changsha, some stayed in Songhu, some stayed in northern Myanmar, western Yunnan and other places.

Submerged in the torrent of history, it will sleep forever underground.

Even after death, his soul was unable to return to his hometown.

Three million strong men left Sichuan, and nine out of ten families had no sons.

The blood of the Sichuan Army was spilled all over the mountains and rivers.

In times of war, being alive is a blessing.

Thoughts arise.

Comrade Xiao Shen was heartbroken.

I miss grandpa so much.

My grandfather was also disabled in his legs and shot in the back because of that incident. He didn't mention the details, and the younger generation didn't ask either.

In that era when medicine, medical care and supplies were scarce, he survived with his strong willpower and was lucky enough to meet his grandmother.

The couple is deeply in love.

That was a difficult and pure love in the war.

Later, my grandmother died of illness. My grandfather was 40 years old that year and never remarried.

He said: "I will be generous for the rest of my life. Looking back, I will never let her down if I have her love for my whole life."

Grandpa is the most romantic, open-minded and loyal person she has ever met.

Therefore, there are many romantic people in the Shen family.

Shen's father is, Shen Tinglan is, and I think Shen Jianan is too.

"Oh, the tough girl is crying." Shen Jianan's voice suddenly jumped up.

Shen Tinglan rarely choked him.

She raised her eyes, her red and swollen autumn eyes filled with mist, and said hoarsely: "Shen Jianan, I miss grandpa."

Shen Jianan's heart suddenly sank. He walked over and said in his usual casual tone, "What are you thinking about Old Shen? He might have been reborn into a wealthy family, enjoying the good life."

There was moisture hidden beneath the young man's dark brown pupils, containing an inextricable deep sorrow that dissipated with the mist as the wind blew.

He lowered his head and handed a tissue to Shen Tinglan, and held one in his hand, his voice unclear: "Sister, Old Shen must be enjoying himself."

Seeing the tacit understanding and warmth between the siblings, Mother Shen took the photo album from the cabinet and went back to the house quietly.

Mother Shen sat at the end of the bed.

Slowly open the photo album.

His eyes rested on the last family photo of their family.

My father-in-law sat in a wheelchair, smiling kindly, his eyes full of wisdom.

Since my father-in-law passed away, they have never taken a family photo again.

The spiritual food of the old Shen family has been gone for a whole year.

The entire Shen family was shrouded in the shadow of twilight, both the adults and the children.

Shen Jialan and Shen Jianan, brother and sister, cried intermittently for a month. The worst time was when they were found in their grandfather's cemetery.

My father-in-law educated my husband very well, and later he educated his grandchildren very well.

Filial and kind, smart and intelligent, and knows how to be grateful.

She was very glad that she was lucky enough to marry into the Shen family.

well,

I closed the photo album and felt a little wet in the corners of my eyes.

She also followed her son's tone and whispered, "Old Shen must have lived a very good life in his reincarnation. He didn't even bother to dream."

In the living room.

Shen Jianan screamed in surprise when his elder sister suddenly pinched him.

"Why did you hit me? Are you still my sister?"

Shen Tinglan: "I'm going to hit you, and I have to choose a day."

"Get out of the way, I want to go out." Shen Tinglan kicked his legs that were blocking the coffee table.

Shen Jianan asked: "Where are you going so late?"

Without even turning her head, Shen Tinglan said, "Looking for a man."

The door closed with a bang and the person left without a trace.

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Off topic:

Commemorate the martyrs.

Revolutionary martyrs are scattered all over the country.

This article focuses on the transition of the Sichuan Army.

There is no deliberate attempt to downplay other local armies.

Look at it rationally.