Hanmin Supermarket, near the entrance to the east of the town, is a small sign, and there are LED lights with the word Supermarket written on it.
An old sacred car, Wuling Hongguang, was parked at the door. It should be used to purchase goods. Yu Zhiqian and Li Yang from the Cultural Affairs Bureau checked and walked into the supermarket.
In a small supermarket with three rows of small shelves, an old man who looks like an old man is sitting behind the counter, picking garlic while watching TV. There is an old anti-Japanese drama on the TV.
Hearing someone coming in, he slowly raised his head, looked at it, and then continued to stare at the TV show, his old hands were still slowly cleaning the garlic.
"Old man, is this Chen Hanmin's home?"
"Chen Hanmin?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head in some doubt, but the name felt very familiar.
"Old man, Chen Hanmin, do you know Chen Hanmin?"
"Chen Hanmin!" After the old man murmured a few words in a low voice, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly became a little excited: "You are looking for my father? My father is already dead. The little devil died when he entered China. "
"I know!" After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he took out a photo. This is a photo that Yu Zhiqian took before. It was specially printed in black and white. He pointed to one of them: "Old man, are you sure this is your father" ?"
The old man picked up a reading glasses, and after looking at it for a while, he shook his head: "I can't remember. I didn't see him when I was a child. I only saw photos. Who are you?"
"Old man, I am from the Cultural Bureau of Anyuan District. This is Yu Zhigan. He is here to find Chen Hanmin's family to give away the relics!"
"Ah, where are you from?"
The old man’s ears were a bit bad. After communicating for a long time, he clarified what happened. The old man stood up tremblingly: "Wait a minute, I will let my son memorize my mother!"
Soon, a middle-aged man rushed back from outside and looked at his father: "What's the matter with Dad?"
"In this way, I am from the Cultural Bureau of Anyuan District. This Comrade Yu Zhiqian is here to find the descendants of Mr. Chen Hanmin!" After a brief introduction, the middle-aged man nodded and looked at his father: " Dad, who is Chen Hanmin?"
"Your grandfather's name is Chen Hanmin. He sacrificed when he beat the devil. Go and take your grandma down. Your grandma should remember what your grandfather looks like!"
Five minutes later, a middle-aged man named Chen Jun carried a gray-haired, wrinkled old man from behind to the front of the supermarket. After setting the chair, Yu Zhiqian and others walked over.
"Hello grandma, do you know the person in the photo?"
The old man had lost his teeth. After seeing Chen Hanmin in the photo, his tears fell. He gently stroked the person in the photo with his hand and muttered to himself: "You have no conscience! You have no conscience! !"
"Do you know Grandma?"
"Yes, this is my husband!" The grandmother said softly, and tremblingly took out a red cloth-wrapped wooden box that was brought out together. After tremblingly opened the wooden box, she then carefully put a piece of it. The yellowed photo was taken out, and he gently stroked: "This is the Han people."
A wedding photo, a popular dress in the Republic of China, Chen Hanmin is wearing a tunic suit, while the old lady is wearing a cheongsam with no color. The two people sat together with happy smiles.
"I'll take a look!" Yu Zhiqian took the photo over carefully, took a closer look, and after confirming that it was Chen Hanmin, he slowly put it back in the hands of the old lady: "Old lady, that's right, it's Chen Hanmin, he has something , I want to mail it back to you, but I may remember to mail it out in the future, but I have sacrificed it. It was a coincidence that I got this, and there is a letter!"
After speaking, she carefully took the things out and put them into the hands of the old lady. The old lady tremblingly opened the tarp paper and took out the contents: "This bracelet!"
The old lady picked it up cautiously, and then rubbed it lightly, as if she had recalled something: "He said in a letter before that this bracelet, he said that he would wear it for me personally, hey!"
The old man’s speech is fairly clear, and he can say very clearly when he recalls the past. Yu Zhigan listened to the old man’s past, as if he could see the previous scenes.
"Here is another letter, Jun, read it to grandma!"
The middle-aged man named Chen Jun opened the envelope carefully, but after a glance at the contents, he was a little embarrassed: "Grandma, I don't know the words on it!"
"Didn't you go to college?"
"The above is traditional characters!"
"Let me do it!"
Yu Zhiqian stretched out his hand and motioned to send the letter to himself.
"I love Xiuji,
I have been away from home for three months. I always miss it. However, I am stuck in military affairs. I cannot meet each other. The country has maintained a military for thousands of days.
In the near future, our department will be transferred, and the address will not be used before.
The old mother and young children in the family depend on one wife. Since ancient times, the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety has been dilemma. If you wish to forgive your wives, if you are martyred in the country and died in battle, you can choose another person to marry.
…"
The letter was very long, about five or six hundred words. After Yu Zhigan finished reading it, not only the grandmother, but even the people from the Cultural Affairs Bureau beside him felt moved and wiped his eyes.
"You have no conscience, you have no conscience!" The old nanny kept muttering a word in the pacifier, and said it until the end, tired, and slowly fell asleep, still muttering to herself in a low voice.
"Thank you!" After Chen Jun sent his grandma back to the house, he held onto Yu Zhigan's hand.
"Should!"
"You bought these things and spent a lot of money, right? How much did our family pay for them!"
"No, no, no, it should be, it's good to return the property to the original owner!" Yu Zhiqian waved his hand quickly. Although it was decades late to deliver the letter and the goods, he finally fulfilled his promise and did not disappoint Chen Hanmin. , And did not disappoint this old lady who had been waiting for decades.
After Yu Zhiqian returned to Pingxiang, he still couldn't calm down for a long time. There were too many evocative things that happened in that era. He only experienced a small part of it, but he was deeply shocked.
After finishing all the work, Yu Zhiqian did not continue to stay in Jiangxi, but booked a ticket to go home. He came out on New Year's Eve until now. It seems that he hasn't seen his mother for a while. She talked about it, but now, Yu Zhigan couldn't help thinking about her.
ps: deal with something, sorry to be late for the third time! (End of this chapter)