Yang Baiqian felt that the old man had a lot of stories to tell, and became curious.

"More than 60 years ago, that was during World War II?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, during World War II."

Yang Baiqian thought about the history she knew. Because of Chen Shanhe, she had made very careful inquiries about what happened in Shanxi or the entire history of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War, that is, during World War II.

The territory of Shanxi happens to be the basic base for the activities of the Eighth Route Army, so she has checked various records and legends about Shanxi. There are not many records showing signs of US military activities in Shanxi.

At that time, the United States and Japan were at war with each other.

If he was not operating there as a US military, he might have been taken to Shanxi to mine as a prisoner of war.

But it's impossible, there is no record of such a thing.

However, since the old man is here and has opened up the conversation, the best way is of course to ask.

"Old sir, can you tell me why you were in Shanxi at that time?

Of course, if you don’t want to remember it, I won’t force it!”

Yang Baiqian was worried that the other party had been captured by the Japanese army and shipped to Shanxi to mine coal. Although he felt it was impossible, there were no absolutes in the world and everything was possible.

If he was really captured by the Japanese army and sent to Shanxi to dig coal, it would be a memory he didn't want to think of for the rest of his life.

Because this old man could speak Mandarin and Shanxi dialect, Yang Baiqian subconsciously separated this old man from reporters or the flying team that aided China.

Because it is impossible for these people to learn Chinese, let alone Shanxi dialect.

It takes a long time to communicate with people in Mandarin and local dialects to learn it, and it takes time to accumulate.

Obviously, the flying team or reporters who aided China did not have this time. Of course, they might also be doctors supporting the Eighth Route Army.

Of course the old man didn't know how many thoughts were running through Yang Baiqian's heart at this moment, but it was obvious that he had no painful feelings about that memory.

But miss it.

"Back then, I was a pilot in the US military, and I was ordered to go to the base of the Eighth Route Army with my colleagues to serve as a flight instructor.

Once I stayed, I stayed for three years!

So, it’s not surprising that I can speak Mandarin and even Shanxi dialect!

Isn't it?"

When he said this, Yang Baiqian understood that he was sent to the Eighth Route Army to train the air force.

There is such a thing as the Eighth Route Army having an air force. Yang Baiqian knew that so far the Eighth Route Army does not have an air force.

But after Chen Shanhe returned this time, it became obvious whether the Eighth Route Army had an air force or not.

She was certain that the Eighth Route Army definitely had an air force, and it was not weak.

Although it takes time.

"Madam, did you know that our salary back then was paid by the Eighth Route Army!

Not high, really not high!

American workers' wages during wartime were between US$80 and US$150, and pilots' wages were between US$200 and US$350 per month.

But when we went to work as instructors in the Eighth Route Army, we only got 200 yuan a month, which was very cheap!

This is the salary of a worker in our country. You must know that at that time, one dollar was worth two oceans.

200 ocean dollars, converted into U.S. dollars, is only 100 U.S. dollars!

But at that time we needed the Eighth Route Army to help us contain the Japanese army. We had a cooperative relationship. Even if they didn't give us money, we still needed to send people to help.

Therefore, the military department gave us US$500 a month as a subsidy.

Of course, whether it was money or not, it wasn’t really a big deal at the time.

Because those days when I was training pilots at the flight school at the base of the Second Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army were the most exciting days in my life.

I still can't forget it.

It was also those three years in that school that taught me what a wonderful life is!"

Yang Baiqian was stunned.

The world is so small.

During World War II, the base area of ​​the Second Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.

Chen Shanhe’s territory.

Chen Shanhe’s flight school.

This old man is actually Chen Shanhe’s flight instructor.

so.

Is this a coincidence?

No one answered the question in her mind, but maybe Chen Shanhe could answer it himself.

Because he has already got off the plane and is walking this way.

The old man has stood up steadily. His body in his 90s is still tall even though he is old.

Yang Baiqian came over. She had to explain the matter quickly before Chen Shanhe came over.

because.

Now she could see that there was something wrong with the old man, whether it was his attitude towards herself or the way he looked at the trainer plane flying in the sky.

The reason why they returned from 2010 to 2000, I still remember clearly, is that the news leaked out and someone had ideas about them.

This is a rather scary thing.

So I must remind Chen Shanhe first.

Chen Shanhe listened to Yang Baiqian in surprise and looked at the old but still tall body of the old man standing in front of the sofa waiting for him to pass.

Chen Shanhe patted Yang Baiqian's hand gently and said with a smile: "It's okay!

Since we are old friends, of course we have to say hello!"

He took Yang Baiqian's hand and stood in front of the old man, carefully looking at his old face.

James Brown was a US military fighter pilot. They had only met two or three times and had drinks twice. They had an impression but no deep friendship.

The old man's face vaguely still has some of the eyebrows and features of James when he was young.

The old man was very excited, but even though he was excited, he didn't say a word. The tears in his eyes represented that his mood was definitely not calm.

"James, you are old!"

Chen Shanhe smiled and stretched out his hand.

The old man tremblingly saluted Chen Shanhe with a military salute, and then stretched out his hand to hold Chen Shanhe's hand.

"Principal, more than 60 years have passed and you are still so young!"

Chen Shanhe asked doubtfully: "Principal?"

The old man nodded seriously: "Yes, principal, Jinzhong Flight Academy, you are the principal, and I am one of the teachers.

I have been privileged to work with you for more than three years, and this is the best and most wonderful memory of my life!”

I couldn't hold back my tears as I spoke: "Until today, I understand why you told me in 1945 to buy a P40 Tomahawk fighter production line after the war and maintain it at all times until you come back to me."

It turned out to be for today!

I thought that until the day I die, I will never know your answer to those words. I also thought that I couldn’t hold on for you to come to me.

I didn’t expect to see you again!”

Having said this, the old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing his tense heartstrings. His face gradually turned red as usual, and he sat down on the sofa, his breath suddenly weakening.

Chen Shanhe knew immediately that it was broken.

He came over quickly and wanted to check, but Yang Baiqian also shouted to the people in the club to call a doctor.

The old man smiled and said: "Principal, forgive me for being so presumptuous, but don't show off your medical skills from the 1950s.

I have advanced bone cancer and was diagnosed eight months ago. The doctor said I only had 6 months to live, but I survived until 8 months.

I am over 90 years old, and the doctor said that I can no longer do any treatment. The strength that keeps me waiting is the words you left for me.

Your words never count. If you say you come to me, you will definitely come to me.

So I kept this production line and regarded it as my life. I thought that the meeting between the two of us was a meeting between two old men.

I didn’t expect it to be like this!”

His voice became softer and softer. He had been able to persist until now, but with the results, he could no longer persist after he relaxed.

"Don't speak in a hurry, save your strength and wait for the doctor to come!

You must persist until the doctor arrives!"

Chen Shanhe wanted to stop him from talking, but the old man waved his hand.
To be continued...