Chapter 1987: Hurt the past

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Working hard to accompany Ling Jinhua out to play, not only to be his health doctor, but also to accompany him to play chess to relieve boredom. This is a thankless escort. If there is no welfare, Luo Ziling feels that his grandfather should not Come.
Luo Liansheng's remarks on the high-speed rail also proved this point.
There are no eternal friends, only eternal benefits-in front of the old fox-level bosses, this should also be very appropriate.
Putting aside family affection first, fighting for more benefits is the kingly way. Luo Ziling felt that he should do the same, at least when dealing with Ling Jinhua.
Then, Luo Liansheng and Luo Xusheng talked about the recent events in Yanjing.
Luo Ziling already knew that Luo Xusheng had also intervened during this period of time. He asked his other trusted followers to secretly come to Yanjing to help with things. It's just that Luo Ziling didn't contact them. They contacted Yang Xiaodong, Wang Zhenjun and others.
Luo Xusheng also knows a lot about Yanjing, but there are still some things he doesn't know.
After listening to what Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling said, he was fully aware of the situation.
"It seems that it is not easy for me to work at Longteng this time," Luo Xusheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "I originally thought that with Ruo Nan's father's promise, the Yang family also gave up. There should be no problem. Thinking of it, things are still so complicated."
"After you arrive in Yanjing, you have to think about everything a little more complicated." Luo Liansheng reminded Luo Xusheng, and then pointed to Luo Ziling, "Ling'er has safely adapted to the fight in Yanjing. You must return to Yanjing as soon as possible. adapt."
"Dad, let me tell you about some things about Longteng. I think I know more about Longteng than you." Luo Ziling also told Luo Xusheng all the things he knew about Longteng.
Luo Xusheng did not interrupt, but listened quietly.
"After you return to Yanjing, let's give you some actual information," Luo Ziling whispered again after speaking, "These information will help you to grasp Longteng as soon as possible."
Luo Xusheng shook his head, "These are enough, I remember what you said. As for how to manage Longteng, I will decide according to the actual situation after I go there. I have the ability to manage Longteng well. I am not afraid of being messed up."
"Okay," Luo Ziling glanced at Luo Xusheng, and finally said nothing.
Ling Jinhua woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.
When he woke up, it was exactly three o'clock.
Huang Chen has arranged activities for the afternoon to visit the Holocaust Memorial.
Ling Jinhua originally wanted to go there in a low-key manner, but unexpectedly, when he was about to go, the officials who came to greet him at noon were already waiting at the entrance of the hotel. In their words, they must accompany them to such a memorable place.
The meaning is almost like this: to pay homage to those heroes who died during the War of Resistance in an official capacity, and to pay tribute to the innocent compatriots who died.
Ling Jinhua did not refuse their company in the end.
Everyone changed their clothes, and Luo Ziling also changed into a dark coat and white shirt.
Ling Jinhua is a navy blue Chinese tunic suit with a white shirt inside.
When the convoy arrived at the Holocaust Memorial Hall, there was a light rain, and the dark sky gave people a very solemn and depressing feeling.
In order to receive Ling Jinhua, the memorial hall proposed to close the museum and decline other visitors, but Huang Chen, who arranged the itinerary, refused.
He knew that Ling Jinhua didn't like this arrangement, and he didn't want to specialize.
Therefore, officials can only take strict security measures. The accompanying officials gathered around Ling Jinhua and visited the Holocaust Memorial Hall.
The sculptures at the entrance of the Holocaust Memorial Museum silently told them of the suffering of the year, and everyone's mood became heavy.
Ling Jinhua's expression also became dignified. He stared at the reliefs for a long time, and there was a sad expression on his face.
A huge cross-shaped stele was written with the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300000", and everything under the dark sky gave people an extremely tragic feeling. The five-star red flag is flying, the bright red color is even more exciting.
The blood of the people dyed the flag red.
No one spoke, everyone looked solemn and solemn.
Ling Jinhua did not move forward immediately, but stood in front of the cross-shaped stele with the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" for a long time.
Everyone behind him stood with him, staring at the stele for a long time, no one spoke.
There were only a few officially arranged reporters at the scene, changing angles to take pictures.
"Grandma, December 13, 1937, was our catastrophe day in China. Jinling City was broken. The capital of China at that time fell to the hands of devils, and hundreds of thousands of compatriots were persecuted. The crimes of devils are endless." Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua. With the same mind, I walked to his side and said softly,
Although I have not experienced that catastrophe, I have never experienced the Great Patriotic War that sacrificed tens of millions of people, but I know that it was carved in The eternal scar in the hearts of all Chinese compatriots is our eternal pain and eternal shame. No matter what, we cannot forget the catastrophe. 35 million victims, those soldiers who sacrificed for the country, were killed by devils My compatriots, their unjust souls, still have no rest."
"I was born in 1927. My father was a battalion commander of the Northeast Army. During the September 18th Incident, he did not obey Shangfeng’s order to give up resistance. Instead, he led the entire battalion to resist bravely. Martyrdom." Ling Jinhua said in a low voice: "My mother was in grief after hearing the news of my father's martyrdom. Without me, she would have followed her beloved man. Later, she took me and fled in. Guannei. That year, I was five years old and my mother was twenty-seven years old."
No one thought that Ling Jinhua would talk about such things in public, and no one knew that Ling Jinhua's father was an officer of the Northeast Army.
No one said anything, even a few reporters slowed down~EbookFREE.me~ and couldn't bear to disturb the old man's memory of the past.
"Fortunately, some of my father's comrades took care of me, and my mother and I were finally able to settle down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the war soon burned to North China. My mother was afraid of my accident, and took me to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was stationed by the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army. Because we were family members of the Northeast Army, our mother and son settled down in Chang'an. On July 7, 1937, the July 7th Incident broke out. That year, I was eleven years old and my mother was 33 years old." Ling Jinhua continued to tell her story, "Later, my mother unfortunately died in the rebellion, and I became an orphan. Later, I joined the Red Army. That year, I Fifteen years old! When I was 16 years old, in a battle, I personally killed a little devil. After the battle, I cried and cried in the trenches. I felt that I could avenge my parents. ."
Ling Jinhua was very emotional, and Luo Ziling had a sore nose after hearing it.
A female staff member who was accompanying me couldn't help but shed tears when he heard this. Others were also very moved.
But Luo Ziling still didn't know why Ling Jinhua told him these things.
(End of this chapter)
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