As planes roared in, as many elderly people with crutches walked out of the airport, and as domestic and foreign media paid close attention and took photos non-stop.
All these things made Bi Yue, who had never experienced this era, somewhat empathize with why her mother-in-law would be admitted to the hospital after receiving a phone call.
She thought that perhaps anyone in this kind of atmosphere would be moved.
The old lady who came to recognize her relatives standing next to them was white-haired and over 80 years old. The returning veteran brought his sons, daughters, grandchildren, and a large group of people with him. They all knelt down in a mighty manner.
When he left, the old soldier was probably still young, let alone married. But now his hair is white, and he clings to his mother's legs and cries like a child.
Bi Yue thought that her Xiaoxi and Xiaolongren would one day be forced to leave her for nearly forty years...
Just as I was thinking about this, the old lady suddenly called out the baby's nickname in a loud and clear voice. The nickname was so evocative that everyone around her started crying.
Bi Yue's eyes were red as she clenched her mother-in-law's hand, which was damp and cold.
She and Chu Yiqing were so excited watching the people around them recognizing their relatives, but Liang Yinqiu was just staring at the crowd leaving.
Liang Yinqiu also asked them: "Is my hair messy?"
Chu Yiqing and Bi Yue looked at each other and quickly tried to comfort her:
"Mom, you're not old at all."
"Mom, my uncle will definitely recognize you at a glance. Don't worry, you haven't changed."
"Why hasn't he come out yet? Huh? Can't we wait a few months for the next batch?"
Chu Yiqing also leaned over to look, and while looking, he said affirmatively:
"I can't. I've been notified that I can come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came from a distance.
Chu Yiqing's eyes lit up and she quickly waved, "Hey? Mom, look, is that my uncle and Brother Yi?"
Bi Yue looked over when she heard the voice, and she crossed her legs to take a look through the crowd. The first thing she noticed was four tall men dressed neatly in black suits.
Then there was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and beige casual clothes, with a very Hong Kong style.
He was supporting an elderly man in a gray Mao suit who was leaning on a cane. Although the elderly man seemed to have some problems with his legs and feet, he was in great spirits.
In Bi Yue's eyes, her mother-in-law first covered her mouth, seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned into a young person.
She ran like the wind, and there were people all in front of her. Grandma could find a chance to squeeze through. Then she heard her grandma's voice shouting happily:
"elder brother!"
…
In the Bi family's living room.
Bi Yue bit an apple while sitting cross-legged with the microphone in hand and said to Chu Yifeng:
"I should have known I wouldn't have gone. I'm such a strong person. But when I got in the car, I saw my nose was red from crying. It was unbearable.
Your mother's brother yelled, oh. I still can't forget that scene.
Also, after she finished shouting, your uncle's hands were trembling as he touched the pocket of his Zhongshan suit. I thought he was taking something out, but it turned out to be a bag of betel nut candies.
You said, "Oh, Chu Yifeng, it seems your mother was eating snacks when she left. As a brother, you probably bring food to your sister every time you go home."
"Aren't there any reporters interviewing your uncle?"
Bi Yue quickly reported, "Yes, especially the foreign media. I've noticed they seem to enjoy watching the excitement and never mind the drama. Your uncle said several things. I remember one saying, 'A hundred battles can save you a lifetime, but only then will you realize that old age is more difficult.' He said homesickness is human nature."
There is also a saying that goes “old soldiers never die, they just fade away.”
Chu Yifeng on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before quickly saying, "That's the West Point military song. It means that old soldiers never die, they just fade away."
Bi Yue put down the apple and commented seriously this time:
“When you see my uncle, you can imagine how heroic he must have been back then.
And Chu Yifeng, besides bringing your mother that bag of candy, guess what else he brought back this time? This is what I said was the most touching part.
He actually asked his assistant and your brother Liang Yi to carry back 57 urns.
We waited outside for a long time. They came out later than others just to handle this procedure.
Chu Yifeng, each urn weighs ten kilograms, 57 of them.
When he was interviewed, he said that these were his fellow townsmen who had participated in the Expeditionary Force with him and were also his subordinates.
He said that if he could return to the mainland alive, he would definitely help those who had left their homes to return home.
Brother Liang Yi told me and your sister that he spent two months running around just to get the paperwork done and get approval to bring the child back. He didn't accomplish anything in those two months.
Anyway, that scene...
Every inch of land is soaked in blood, and one hundred thousand young men are equal to ten thousand soldiers.
I guess the 57 items my uncle carried were the highest standard for approval, otherwise he could have brought back more.
It’s so shocking.”
This time there was no sound at all from the other end of the line.
Bi Yue paused and continued, "At that moment, I suddenly understood why your leg was so badly injured. You didn't even come back when I was still in confinement after giving birth, and insisted on sending Su Tongcheng back to his hometown. I feel like there were a lot of things I didn't understand before. I really have some shortcomings, really..."
A chuckle came from the phone: "Why are you criticizing yourself in the middle of this conversation? Wife, please don't be like this. Come on, tell me what happened to your uncle and the others later?"
"Oh." Bi Yue immediately returned to the topic.
She learned it and brought it to everyone at the club, saying that her uncle Liang Yinsheng was truly cultured, and that he could speak and act with grace, and even write with a brush when he was emotionally excited.
I even complained to Chu Yifeng: Is it because he experienced higher education in that era? Or is it because your grandma's family has been a prominent family for generations?
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