Although we got the photo of Li Dazhuo in the end, it was blurry and the photo was small, so it was not very clear.
Mu Ruan Ruan restored the photo through space and made a larger and clearer one.
The old man looked at the photo for a long time, his thoughts flying far away.
"That year, many people in our village joined the army. They had food to eat, and they could fight the enemy and have enough to eat. Everyone was very enthusiastic..."
"Even Li Sanqiang went, though his original name wasn't that. We were all new recruits back then, we didn't know anything, but when the enemy came, we had no time to train, so we just went into battle.
They gave us all guns and showed us how to load and fire them, but we had never even killed a chicken at home, so how could we dare to kill anyone?
That time, only Li Sanqiang fired three shots and killed an enemy..."
"Later, everyone just called him Li Sanqiang and forgot his original name. Back then, he was considered a hero..."
"You never know what's going on."
Mu Ruanruan: "Is the person in the photo your comrade?"
Uncle Peng stared at the photo for a long while longer and shook his head: "It's nice to see him, but I haven't met him."
"Think about it carefully. He came to our village before. Are you sure you haven't seen him?"
"Have you been to our village?"
"Yes, he has been to our village."
Uncle Peng began to recall again, but still couldn't remember anything.
He said that he was the only veteran still alive, and if even Uncle Peng didn't recognize the person in the photo, then who else would recognize him?
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