For a moment, as if the pause button was pressed, no one spoke.
The village chief was worried. He didn't know how the monk was doing now or whether he had become a high-ranking official.
Will they retaliate against them?
They were not friendly to the monks back then.
After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't utter a word.
After years of cooperation, Liu Xinguo immediately understood what Wei Jianguo meant.
He smiled and pulled Wei Jianguo, then turned to the village chief and said, "Don't be afraid, fellow villagers. The monk is a soldier under my brother, so he naturally cares for me more."
The village chief was also a smart man. He came down immediately when he saw the stairs.
"I'll take you there right now," and took them to the grave of the monk's parents.
The cemetery is on a mountain. It has been in disrepair for many years and has been trampled on by everyone. Now it can only be seen as a small mound of earth.
It's covered with weeds.
There is also a rabbit hole next to it.
Wei Jianguo and Liu Xinguo became serious unconsciously. The monk once said that he was the only child in his family. His parents died when he was three years old. He was young at the time and survived by relying on the food given by the villagers.
He was too young to keep the house and belongings at home.
Later, he was rescued by a monk from a nearby mountain and also became a monk. Later, the monk died, and he wanted to survive, so he became a soldier.
The two of them didn't say anything. They squatted down, cleared the surrounding weeds bit by bit, blocked the rabbit hole, and found a big rock.
Wei Jianguo turned to look at the village chief and asked, "What are their names?"
What’s your name?
The village chief thought about it for a long time, but the time was so long that even his fellow villagers had forgotten their names. "I don't remember their real names, we called the men Laonian'er and the women Laonian'er Xifu'er."
Wei Jianguo curled his lips slightly, "You people here really like to give people names."
He thought about it, about the many names of the monk.
Come to think of it, those were not his real names. The villagers had forgotten his real name, and he himself had forgotten it too.
From those messy nicknames and the disdainful way the villagers mentioned him, one can already guess at the hardships he had in his childhood.
The two years he spent as a monk were probably two rare years of relaxation for him. He was able to learn from his master, have enough food to eat, and have clothes to wear, so he named himself a monk.
He hopes to always be a little monk beside his master.
However, things did not go as planned. The master left and left him alone.
From then on his name was Heshang, and he would always remember the days when he was a monk.
Wei Jianguo wrote on the stone, "Tomb of Monk Dad, Tomb of Monk Mom," hoping that they would like their son's new name.
"Village leader, please go back first. We want to stay here and talk to the monk for a while."
The village chief turned around, but did not leave. Instead, he stopped in a place where he could not hear their words, waiting to leave together.
Wei Jianguo helped the monk's parents clean up the grave and said to them, "Have you seen the monk? He is a hero.
In fact, I always knew that the monk wanted to find you. On the battlefield, his fighting style is very dangerous, basically a one-for-one fight where his life is at stake.
If you see this, don't blame him; he has suffered so much.
I brought you steamed buns and big meat dumplings today, which are what monks like to eat.
Monk, if you need anything, just tell me in your dreams and I will satisfy you. "
The two sat in front of the tombstone, chattering with the monk about the changes in recent years and their own lives.
Liu Xinguo held a piece of white paper in his hand, folded it here and there, and out came a thousand paper cranes.
I folded more than a dozen of them and placed them in front of his grave. "I heard that this thing can be taken to you, representing peace and blessings. I don't have enough paper ribbons this time, so I'll bring you more next time."
After sitting for about half an hour, the two got up and left.
Along the way, Wei Jianguo had a cold face, as if to say "keep away from strangers".
Liu Xinguo began to talk to the village chief intentionally or unintentionally. He does something for the monk, but understands nothing.
I know he is from this village from what is written in the monk's file.
Wei Jianguo was thinking about his other brothers and comrades who had fallen in the war and whose families were particularly difficult. He had been secretly providing financial support to them over the years. Not many, just three, and each one gets 5 dollars a month.
Don't underestimate these 5 yuan. The villagers are busy from morning till night all year round, and their sweat can break into pieces when it falls to the ground. A family can earn 30 yuan a year.
Wei Jianguo was wondering whether he should go and see if they were doing well.
In the end, he gave up the idea. What difference would it make if he watched it? He couldn't do anything except pay the money.
He personally sent back the belongings of these comrades and left them his address.
He knew that this was a bit irresponsible, but it was not his responsibility.
On Liu Xinguo's side, the village chief saw that he was easy to talk to, and was trying to get close to him intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had something and wanted to ask them for help.
He pretended not to understand and replied indifferently.
It's really too bullying.
What kind of life did monks live as children?
His father died, leaving him and his mother alone at home, an orphan and a widow.
The custom here is to eat the entire family.
As soon as the monk's father passed away, all the relatives in the village came in, and some of them grabbed a table and some grabbed a bowl.
In a few minutes, their house was emptied out.
The monk's mother hugged him tightly to prevent him from rushing over and hitting people. She turned around and knelt down in front of these people, begging them to take the things and let the people go.
When the village chief said this, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. This is how it is here, and it's the same in every family.
In their case, the monk uncle was very kind in this matter and left a woodshed for them and their son so that they could shelter from the wind and rain.
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He even felt sorry for their family, which only had the monk as their child, and offered to take care of both families.
As for forcing his mother, it eventually led to her committing suicide because she could not bear the humiliation.
In the eyes of the villagers, the monk's mother was ignorant.
Liu Xinguo couldn’t bear to think about how desperate the monk must have been when he was a child.
But his uncle treated him very well, and he had everything his cousin had.
When he grew up and was able to understand these things, the monk left the village and became a monk.
Afterwards, I chose to join the army.
His pursuit is to die on the battlefield wrapped in his horse's hide.
As a brother, Liu Xinguo felt very uncomfortable.
He suddenly thought of the monk and the address, so he came to take a look. I didn't expect he had such a past.
No wonder he fights so recklessly.
Wei Jianguo glanced at the village chief. He really didn't know how the village chief could say those words. He was full of pride when he said this, thinking that this was a sign of kindness from the villagers to the monks and that he could show off in front of them.
He suppressed those unbearable things.
Wei Jianguo didn’t dare to imagine how unbearable those things could be.
If I hadn't worn this outfit today...
Wei Jianguo forced himself to suppress the anger that was already rising in his heart.
The village chief's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. He noticed that the faces of the two people beside him had become so dark that they were unbearable to look at.
At the entrance of the village, the village chief couldn't help but said, "Two leaders, can you please help our villagers for the sake of the monk? Our village is very poor and we need a tractor."
Wei Jianguo ignored him and turned away.
Liu Xinguo said, "For what you did to the monks, I didn't shoot you because of the military uniforms you're wearing. Get out!"
The two came suddenly and left happily.
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