Chapter 191 Uncle is going home
This is Lin Lixiong's lifelong regret.
The uncle's identity is unknown, and the little prince's life and death are unknown.
Later, when he grew up a little, his father told him that the uncle who saved him was a Sichuan Army soldier.
Lin Lixiong touched the word "Chuan" on the cloth strip, and it took him a long time to calm down.
This piece of cloth was the one that the young prince had used to blindfold him. The neatly arranged "Chuan" character represented the Sichuan Army, the brave and fearless Sichuan Army who risked their lives to protect others.
Thinking of the little girl's information about finding her relatives, this "Chuan" might also be the name of the nameless uncle.
Lin Lixiong had always had mixed feelings towards the people of Sichuan. This was why he specifically instructed his grandson the night before he arrived in Sichuan: "If you haven't made any principled mistakes, you should use courtesy before force."
"Ding ding... Ding" the home phone rang.
Lin Lixiong placed the cloth strips carefully into a special box and reached out to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Huo Jiusi: "Chief S, the information has been found, and I am rushing to the old house."
Lin Lixiong said with a melancholy tone: "Okay, I'll wait for you in the study."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Lixiong sat down on a chair, closed his eyes and waited, all his thoughts were hidden under his already closed eyes.
Secretary Huo Jiusi did not have the red film system security identification of the old house. After passing through three guard registrations, he finally stopped outside the old house to undergo another security check by the security personnel.
Five minutes passed.
After a comprehensive safety check, the security department will allow you to pass, explain the situation on the intercom, and arrange for someone to receive you.
After a thorough inspection, it was already 9:30 in the morning when Huo Jiusi stood outside Lin Lixiong's study.
“Knock…knock…knock…” There were three regular knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, a deep voice came from the study: "Come in."
Secretary Huo Jiusi got permission and pushed the door open.
He walked into the study, stood at attention in front of Lin Lixiong and saluted: "Captain S."
Lin Lixiong's eyes frightened him: "Alright, stop doing this, bring me the information."
Huo Jiusi stood at attention again and said in a loud voice, "Yes, Captain S."
Then he bent down and handed the information in his hand to the seated Lin Lixiong with both hands.
Lin Lixiong stretched out his right hand to take it, straightened his body and sat upright at the table, lowered his head and read it carefully.
Huo Jiusi stood straight as a pine tree, two steps away from the side of the table.
It took Huo Jiusi 24 hours to compile this information, which was so detailed that it almost turned the Shen family upside down since they had their household registration books.
Lin Lixiong flipped through the first page of information and the first thing he saw was a black and white photo. This photo was exactly the same as the one in the little girl's family search information, with the name "Chen Chuan" written on it.
Specific information: Chen Chuan, on September 5, 1937, officially rushed to the anti-Japanese battlefield from the current Chengdu City after attending the anti-Japanese war oath-taking ceremony.
The Sichuan local army where Shen Chuan was located traveled around to provide support to various places during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and finally died heroically during the retreat after the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression in Wuhan.
The above information was archived based on oral records from Shen Chuan's then-surviving mother and only son.
In the old black-and-white photo, Lin Lixiong could only make out the outline of the smile, but he could still tell that the man was laughing heartily, his eyes full of hope and tenacity. With this one glance, he was almost certain.
It’s that tall uncle.
That look instantly brought Lin Lixiong back to the death he experienced in his childhood.
A long blood-red passage appeared before his eyes. It was a way of survival that his uncle had given him with his life and blood.
The deafening words of a faint smile echoed in my ears, "This little kid is scared silly, you are the older brother and you must protect your younger brother."
Even though Lin Lixiong tried hard to control his emotions, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Lin Lixiong, who is already in his octogenarian years, has seen all kinds of storms in his life. He has commanded countless battles without changing his expression even when facing a mountain of collapse.
Now I am devastated after reading the first page of this superficial information.
Huo Jiusi, who was standing beside the table, was frightened and was about to walk towards Director S.
Lin Lixiong raised his hand slightly to indicate that he was fine.
After wiping away tears and calming down a little, she looked at the line of black lead type that read: "Confessions from the Only Son".
The only son, is he the little prince?
Is the little prince from that time still alive?
Lin Zhixiong turned to the second page with trembling fingers.
What caught my eye was another black and white photo, and I couldn't control the dull pain in my heart.
He has been dead for many years.
The child's facial features changed a lot when he was young, but it was that pair of eyes that made Lin Lixiong certain that he was the little prince.
No matter how a person's face changes, his eyes will not change. The eyes of the little prince in the photo are still clear and straight, almost the same as the last scene in his memory, in the dark grass cave, with blood spurting from the child's mouth and trembling fingers covering his eyes. It was his silent and firm shaking of his head, and the fearless eyes of him who sacrificed his life to protect him tightly behind him gradually merged.
But these eyes have more vicissitudes and kindness that come with the passage of time.
Lin Lixiong pointed his dark fingers at those eyes, and the sharp pain in his heart made his breathing uneven.
Huo Jiusi asked worriedly, "Captain S?"
Lin Zhixiong shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.
Then I slowly flipped through the information, which was the life story of the young prince. He was disabled in his legs and used a wheelchair. He was married and had a son. His wife died early and he never remarried.
No wonder he sent people to Sichuan several times to look for him but to no avail. His uncle died during the Anti-Japanese War and his information was not recorded. The household registration book only registered the uncle from the youngest brother on, and he did not have a photo of his uncle, so he searched for many years without success.
On the page where the account had been closed, the name column had the young prince's name "Chen Zhixing" written in it.
Know and act, know and act, integrate knowledge and action, be firm and upright.
Yes, the name suits the person.
Then I turned to the young prince's only son, "Shen Junzheng."
Lin Lixiong nodded as he watched, it was okay, and then it was his eldest daughter Shen Tinglan.
His gaze fell on the little girl's face and lingered for a long time, muttering to himself: "Like, very like, very like."
He ordered Huo Jiusi: "Find all the videos of the girl."
"Yes, Captain S." Huo Jiusi nodded in response, then took out the tablet and created a new document with all of Miss Shen's video information.
Lin Lixiong watched each video one by one on the tablet.
From the performance of the little girl comforting the veterans to her sharp words and unflinching attitude towards the Japanese, her eyes were neither humble nor arrogant and her words were sonorous and powerful, to the Dragon Boat Festival opening ceremony, which was passionate, and the dragon boat racing drummers, who raised the drums and struck the hammers crisply, vigorously and vigorously.
A loud and encouraging shout of "Stand up!"
Lin Lixiong was brought to that day in an instant. The tall, nameless uncle also encouraged his comrades around him, "Son of a bitch, stand up for me!"
Lin Lixiong's chest was shaking.
The little girl has inherited her uncle's true skills.
good!
good!
good!
He couldn't understand why he fell in love with the little girl at first sight when his grandson showed him the photo because of her eyes.
I thought it was just like an old friend.
In fact.
He has the appearance of an old friend and is the descendant of an old friend.
After many twists and turns, it is destined by heaven.
good.
Snap——
Huo Jiusi was startled by the sudden sound of slamming the table, and his standing posture swayed.
Then I heard Lin Lixiong say: "Jiusi, arrange a special plane for me to Jiangcheng."
Huo Jiusi was stunned: "This?"
Lin Lixiong stood up, his eyes intimidating: "What? I, Lin Lixiong, have devoted my entire life to military service, and I can't even enjoy this little privilege?"
Although the old man is old, any look of his is full of invisible oppression and a murderous aura that is integrated into his own body, and the aura of the Kyoto S leader that has accumulated over many years.
Huo Jiusi quickly bent down and explained: "Captain S, it's like this. Jiangcheng doesn't have an airport. If you take a special plane, you need to plan your route in advance."
Lin Lixiong said firmly, "Please arrange a quick time and prepare a bouquet of chrysanthemums for me first."
"yes."
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
Lin Lixiong appeared in the Kyoto Martyrs Cemetery holding a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums.
In the huge cemetery, blank tombstones are neatly arranged in rows, and only the bright five-star red flag above each tombstone indicates its identity.
It is the resting place of countless unknown martyrs who died heroically.
Lin Lixiong stood in front of a special tombstone of an "unknown martyr" for a long time, with two complex emotions intertwined in his heart: sadness and joy.
The old man straightened his back and gave a standard, heavy and silent military salute, as if traveling through time and space in front of the group of iron-willed Sichuan soldiers who were sitting on the ground in Wuhan, crying and laughing.
Lin Lixiong said in a deep voice: "Uncle, it's time to go home!"
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