In the past, Mr. Jing would also come to visit Xu Henmei. He also knew about the affairs of the Jing family and had a good impression of Shi Ling who helped the Jing family uncover the truth.
The old man was practicing Tai Chi when he suddenly asked curiously, "Little girl, are you really psychic?"
Shi Ling felt that materialism was necessary in such an occasion, and said solemnly, "No, Grandpa Xu, that was just an intermittent psychotic episode. I'm actually still a staunch materialist."
Xu Henmei's originally playful expression turned serious: "Oh! We have a psychopath here too, and the hospital can't find anything wrong with him. Can you help take a look?"
Shi Ling: "...I'm not a doctor either."
Despite saying so, Shi Ling still followed Xu Henmei to see it.
Xu Henmei said: "My brother was in a terrible situation. When we were fighting against the Kou Kingdom, there were nearly 200 people in his company. When the Anti-Japanese War was won, he was the only one who survived. His head was also damaged by the explosion. He is a little abnormal and often speaks nonsense."
Shi Ling listened attentively, full of respect.
"Oh, it was really hard before, but now life is good, the government supports us. He's over there. Although he's confused, he's worry-free. When he has nothing to do, he likes to ask the nurse to show him color movies."
Xu Henmei said with emotion, "Many of me still can't get over it. I often wake up suddenly from sleep and find that those things happened 70 or 80 years ago. For someone like him who is so confused, it's hard to tell whether it's good or bad."
When Shi Ling listened to Xu Henmei's words, ripples of emotion began to stir in her heart. When she saw the old man sitting obediently in front of the TV, she could no longer suppress her excitement.
For her, she and Zhao Xingbang had only not seen each other for a few hours, but for Zhao Xingbang, it took him more than seventy years to get from the right time to where he is today.
When we first met, he was a young man in troubled times, full of ambition and courage, ready to face death. When we met again, the general was old and gray, with a face full of vicissitudes. The general died in a hundred battles, and the warrior returned after ten years.
"Senior Zhao Xingbang."
The old man who was sitting in front of the TV watching intently was slightly startled. He tilted his head and when he saw the girl approaching gracefully, his chaotic eyes suddenly brightened, "Sister Shi."
Trapped in dust for half a lifetime, mist and clouds come into my dreams.
For a moment, the old and the young faces seemed to overlap at this moment.
He finally got his wish and entered the prosperous era that belonged to him.
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Shi Ling didn't expect that after so many years, Zhao Xingbang would still remember her.
Although she could comfort Qin Niao, she still felt regretful. After all, she sent him back as Zhao Xingbang wished, filled his magazine with bullets, and hoped that he could survive.
Xu Henmei saw that Shi Ling only needed to greet Zhao Xingbang once to restore this old man who had been mentally unstable for twenty hours a day to normal, and she became even more convinced of Shi Ling's ability.
It’s really a good deal for old man Jing Zheng to get such a great granddaughter for free.
Shi Ling learned from Zhao Xingbang that the company commander had died in battle while trying to hold off the enemy, and had waited for reinforcements. He had nearly died under enemy fire, but was eventually rescued.
After that, his mental state was not very good. He often suffered from dementia, and occasionally he would be as clear-headed as a normal person, but when he went for a check-up, there was nothing serious.
Zhao Xingbang is now over 90 years old, and it has been more than 70 years since the company commander left. He has watched color movies countless times, but he has never been able to fulfill the agreement they made when they were chatting.
Shi Ling pushed Zhao Xingbang's wheelchair and took him to the Martyrs' Cemetery, found the tombs of the company commander and others, and went there to help him realize his wish.
They stood quietly in front of the grave, the wind blowing through the red star poplar trees, making the leaves rustle.
Although many years have passed, people still continue to send fresh daisies to the tombstone.
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