Chapter 143 It’s a Wordless Monument
This is Tang Guan's first time participating in such an event.
Only after coming to Jingjiao did she realize how diverse the world is.
Even such experimental activities are rare in Huainan.
Maybe it’s not that they are rare in Huainan, but that the schools that Tangguan has seen are all rare.
The martyrs' cemetery they visited was located in a remote area, and the school bus wobbled for a long time before reaching the destination.
Strangely, this martyrs' cemetery was built on a manor.
Gong Xiao is the class monitor and walks in front.
Next to her is the timid Fu Raohan.
Fu Raohan carefully tugged at Gong Xiao's skirt and asked softly, "Xiaoxiao, where are we?"
Gong Xiao looked at the manor and felt that it was somewhat familiar, but she didn't know what it was exactly.
It was not until the head teacher called all the students together that he introduced them to the origin of this martyrs' cemetery.
"This used to be the Xue family's manor."
The children have never heard of the Xue family.
They were too young to know the existence of this family.
The head teacher didn't show any unusual emotions because they didn't know. He just handed each of them a booklet and said slowly: "The Xue family is a family of police officers for generations. They have sent their descendants to join the army since a long time ago, and then they have been defending their country in Huainan all year round."
"The Xue family doesn't have many members to begin with. They don't live long and are often retaliated by criminals."
"More than 20 years ago, the Xue family's property was burned down by a wildfire."
"The whole family is dead."
"Some died on the job, and some were killed in revenge by bad guys."
"This manor is where they used to live, and now it's their cemetery."
"There are eleven monuments in total."
No child could speak at this time. They looked at the lush green manor and suddenly felt sad.
Tang Wan walked out first.
She looked over the first tombstone.
He was a very kind-looking old man. He was wearing a military uniform and was covered with medals. He looked ahead with loving eyes.
Tang Wan moved very carefully, fearing that she would disturb the soul resting here.
She looked at them one by one and found that those in military uniforms had all died in Huainan.
Huainan...
Tang Guan can now read the map and knows where Huainan is.
It is the border of the motherland and a city with lush vegetation.
It is the city most vulnerable to harm by bad guys.
Finally, Tang Wan walked to the last tombstone.
There are no photos, no biography, and no information about this tomb.
In front of the tombstone, Tang Guan also found a bunch of flowers that had not withered.
Tang Wan's pupils shrank slightly. She squatted down and reached out to touch the bright petals. This was her mother's favorite Nanfu crabapple.
Who placed a bunch of nameless crabapple flowers here?
Tang Guan quickly stood up and walked around behind the tombstones.
She looked forward along the tombstone that had no information on it, and suddenly found a string of numbers that she had just ignored.
"387012."
At some point, the head teacher standing behind Tang Wan repeated the string of numbers.
He looked at Tang Wan staring blankly at the string of numbers and took the initiative to speak: "This is the number."
"Every police officer has a police number, and unless something unexpected happens, this number will follow him for the rest of his life."
"When a police officer dies, his police number will be sealed."
For a lifetime? For storage?
But Tang Wan remembered that when he lived with his mother, there was a hidden box, and the password on it was this string of numbers!
But the person on the tombstone was not my mother, but an uncle, an uncle who had passed away long ago.
Suddenly, the head teacher seemed to remember something and said, "There's another possibility that the alarm will be reactivated."
"Even his descendants joined the army."
"We have inherited the warnings of our elders, carried on with the will of our ancestors, and continue to move forward."
"Everyone in the Xue family is a hero, and no one is unworthy of the military uniform they wear."
Tang Guan suddenly seemed to realize something, and she hurriedly ran towards the only building in the cemetery.
The head teacher behind him looked at Tang Wan who suddenly ran away and hurriedly shouted: "Tang Wan! What are you doing?"
"No running around here!"
Tang Wan could not hear the voice of her head teacher, and she vaguely remembered what her mother had said before.
-Tangtang, your mother's hometown is on a very secluded mountain. The mountain is full of vegetables and fruits. When the harvest season comes, I go to pick fruits with grandma. You don't know that your grandma's planting skills are very poor, and the fruits she grows are very bitter.
—Do you see this little wooden horse? Grandpa made one for Mom when she was little. But I'm not as good as your grandfather. If he were still alive, he would definitely make one for you.
——In winter, it snows heavily, and the mountains look like they are wearing a white hat. When I was a kid, I would go out and build a snowman, using a carrot as the snowman’s nose, hehe…
——Let me tell you, your grandfather is a very annoying man. He always pokes me with his beard, and it hurts me so much.
At that time, Tang Guan, who only had a vague consciousness, understood nothing.
I just remember that it was a sunny day, but it was raining.
The raindrops fell into my mouth and tasted bitter.
Tang Guan pushed open the heavy door breathlessly and ran in.
Those things destroyed by the fire can no longer be seen in their original state.
There was only a black, burnt wooden horse placed in a glass case.
She felt her hands and feet were cold, and she pieced together the past from her mother's mouth bit by bit from these broken pieces.
Tang Guan climbed onto the glass cabinet, leaned his whole body against the glass, and looked at the wooden horse inside with misty eyes.
It’s mom’s little wooden horse.
My mother’s cooking skills are indeed not as good as my grandfather’s, and she doesn’t cook as majestically as him.
She saw the handicrafts her mother had mentioned. They were all burnt and tattered and hung at the innermost part.
My mother, like me, lost her home when she was a few years old.
Tang Guan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch them.
It seems that just by touching it, I can know that what my mother said is true.
The elders in the family like Tangtang very much. They will make many toys for Tangtang and accompany her.
They will love Tangtang very much.
She is not an unloved child.
She came in anticipation.
Just as Tang Wan was crawling around on the glass cabinet, a pair of cold hands picked her up.
Tang Wan's two little hands were still flapping forward, trying to get closer to those things.
However, the person behind him asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Don't touch anything here."
Tang Wan recognized it as Si Huai's voice as soon as she heard it.
Her eyes were blurred by tears, and nothing she saw was clear, as if there was a layer of fog.
Finally, Tang Wan shouted with all his might.
"mom……"
"Mom..."
This is the home I'm supposed to be in!
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