Yan Fenghuo spent the whole winter beside the mass graves. He slept next to the mass graves, ate next to the mass graves, and used his body to fight against the cold weather.
Spring is coming, the flowers are blooming, the white snow is gradually smiling, and the ground that has been frozen for half a year is beginning to thaw. Yan Fenghuo no longer chops wood. He digs around the edge of the mass grave with a shovel, digging a trench as deep as one meter.
After digging the trench, he began to repair the mass grave alone. No matter day or night, you can always see his busy figure, and he never seems to get tired.
"What on earth is Yan Fenghuo going to do?" the prisoner in the same cell asked.
Not only the prisoners in the same cell were asking questions, but almost all the prisoners were asking. They asked Yan Fenghuo what he was going to do and why he was doing it, but they could only get two words from Yan Fenghuo's mouth: loyalty!
Instructor Zheng in the military prison did not stop Yan Fenghuo. No one stopped him and allowed him to repair the mass graves. It was not until the autumn wind blew in the second year and the construction of the mass graves was about to be completed that Yan Fenghuo walked in.
Professor Zheng’s office.
Looking at the dark and thin Yan Fenghuo in front of him, Professor Zheng smiled and asked him to sit down and poured a cup of tea for the young man.
To be honest, Professor Zheng has worked here for more than ten years and has never seen such a young man. One is what this young man has done, and the other is that in more than a year, not only generals have come to see
He, as well as senior police officials and business elites. There were more officers with the rank of captain, but without exception, they chose to look at him silently, then left their things and left.
No one had ever had the idea of repairing mass graves, but Yan Fenghuo thought of it; no prisoner had so many people visiting him, and Yan Fenghuo was an exception.
His information, Professor Zheng, is very clear. Just one piece of information is completely different from other prisoners. In this prison, Yan Fenghuo is the focus, the top priority. Because this military prison cannot trap him at all. If
He wants to run, but no one can stop him.
"Professor Zheng, I want to go to the mountains." Yan Fenghuo sat upright on the wooden bench and made a request to Professor Zheng.
"Hehehe, yes, yes." Professor Zheng said with a smile: "Bring enough dry food and a gun. The mountains and forests at this time are very dangerous, and wild animals come and go frequently."
Yan Fenghuo did not expect that the other party would agree so readily and ask him to bring a gun for self-defense. This was a kind of trust, a huge trust. After all, he was now a prisoner and a felon.
Yan Fenghuo pursed his lips and said, "I won't bring the gun with me. I just want to chop down a tree."
"Chopping down trees?" Professor Zheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Aren't there many logging camps?"
There is a shortage of everything here, except for wood. The lumberyard is full of it, and a lot of it is shipped out every year.
"The tree I want is not here. I want to find a silver fir tree." Yan Fenghuo stretched out his hand and gestured: "I want to find a very large silver fir tree and then make a tombstone."
"Why use silver fir trees?" Professor Zheng asked.
"Because there is no dark wood." Yan Fenghuo answered seriously.
This answer is not an answer at all, but it reveals a lot.
The silver fir tree is an extremely rare plant, comparable to the giant panda in China. It has survived since the ice world and has remained until now. It is a tree that symbolizes immortality and is far more suitable as a tombstone than anything else.
"It's hard to find." Professor Zheng shook his head and said, "Although silver fir trees are distributed here, not many people have seen them."
Yan Fenghuo grinned and said to Professor Zheng: "I know, so it will take me a long time to find it and then complete my work. It is precisely because it takes a long time that I came to tell you."
Professor Zheng stared at Yan Fenghuo's slightly smart eyes and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.
"Professor Zheng, thank you." Yan Fenghuo stood up and saluted with a military salute, his face full of excitement.
"You're welcome." Professor Zheng stood up and said to Yan Fenghuo very seriously: "I should be the one to say thank you. I would like to thank you on behalf of those revolutionary heroes. You are a thoughtful person and a very good young man. Thank you.
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After finishing speaking, Professor Zheng bowed deeply to Yan Fenghuo and expressed his gratitude to Yan Fenghuo on behalf of the heroes in the mass grave.
"This is what I should do." Yan Fenghuo grinned, turned around and walked out of Professor Zheng's office.
In this prison, everyone is convinced by Professor Zheng, because this instructor who smiles every day always makes you admire him anytime and anywhere.
Yan Fenghuo walked toward the mountains with a saber and a military dog.
"What are Yan Fenghuo doing in the mountains? Do you want to die alone?"
"I don't want my life, I really don't want my life!"
"..."
The prisoners talked a lot. They were not envious because Yan Fenghuo left the military prison, but they were afraid that this inmate who rarely spoke all day long would die in the woods in the northeast. The forests in autumn are more dangerous than any other season, and tigers, leopards, and jackals can come at any time.
, if you don’t carry a gun with you, you will basically die.
Everyone knows that the real prison area of this military prison is this bottomless forest, with only one road to transport firewood out.
Others' comments had no impact on Yan Fenghuo. He quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes and walked into the dark forest.
A month has passed, and Yan Fenghuo has not come back. The first snow has fallen; two months have passed, and Yan Fenghuo still has not come back; the university has been closed; three months have passed, and Yan Fenghuo still has not come back.
.
A full half year has passed, and Yan Fenghuo still hasn't come back.
Half a year is enough time for everyone to forget about Yan Fenghuo. The only one who has not forgotten him is Professor Zheng. Because Professor Zheng cares about Yan Fenghuo all the time. To him, Yan Fenghuo is his child, and all the prisoners here are.
his children.
Winter turned to spring, and when the heavy snow that had sealed off the mountains began to melt again, there was a loud noise outside the logging camp.
The prisoners who were working in the lumberyard saw an unforgettable scene: a rickety-looking creature in savage clothes was dragging a big tree with difficulty. Next to him was a dog and a wolf, driving dozens of semi-human animals.
The big wild boar came over.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
The dog barked loudly, stepped forward and bit the leading wild boar's ear, and used his tail to drive the wild boar towards the main entrance of the lumber camp. The wolf stared at the other wild boars eagerly, and immediately stopped any one that dared to run away.
Step forward and take a big bite.
"Yan Fenghuo! That's Yan Fenghuo!"
"Yan Fenghuo is not dead, he is back!"
"Hurry up and report to Professor Zheng!"
"..."
The crowd exploded, some went to report to Professor Zheng, some opened the lumberyard door, and some stared at Yan Fenghuo with wide eyes.
Yan Fenghuo, whose hair reaches his shoulders, raised his face full of disheveled beard and smiled brightly: He is finally back!
Professor Zheng had already trotted out and looked intently at Yan Fenghuo, who was no different from a savage.
"Professor Zheng, I'm back." Yan Fenghuo made a loud tongue-like sound, unclear.
He hadn't talked to anyone for so long that his language nerves gradually deteriorated, and the words he spoke were so jerky.
Professor Zheng carefully looked at Yan Fenghuo from top to bottom, focusing on a silver fir tree that he dragged with a rope, and then looked at a dog, a wolf, and a group of wild boars.
"Hey, I lost my saber and can't find anything to shave my beard with." Yan Fenghuo smacked his lips and said with a smile: "I found the silver fir tree, but it's too far away from here. I encountered wolves and others during the search for the silver fir tree.
Siberian tiger, I wanted to catch a tiger, but I couldn't find the tiger cub. By the way, I also met a blind bear and had a fight with it. Finally, I found a little female wolf. Who knew that the black cow and this little cub were there?
The female wolf is well and pregnant with cubs. I named the wolf Black Niu. As for the wild boar, it was brought here by the way. It can be raised in captivity in the future to solve the long-term meat-eating problem in our prison. By the way,
I still have pine nuts here, but they are not fried..."
Yan Fenghuo, who finally found someone to talk to, rambled on, a little confused about what he had experienced in the past six months. In the past six months, he had fought against blind bears, encountered Siberian tigers, encountered wolves, entered ancient tombs, and encountered
Breaking through ghosts and hitting walls...
"Professor Zheng, let me get the things on hand first, and then write a detailed report." Yan Fenghuo smiled, dragging the heavy silver fir tree towards the mass grave.
For the next week, Yan Fenghuo kept hammering and sawing wood, and was so busy that he didn't even bother to eat.
A week later, a ten-meter-high monument was erected in front of the mass grave. There was no name on the monument, but two large characters were engraved on it: Loyalty.
Looking at this monument made of silver fir, something called shock rose up in everyone's heart for no reason. Those two big words hit their hearts hard, making them deeply feel that the word "loyalty" was hidden deep in their hearts.
profound meaning.
Loyalty may not be seen in the smoke of gunfire. A monument that covers the passing smoke can also illustrate these two words.
Everyone consciously lined up in a neat line, standing silently in front of the monument standing in the wind, feeling the immortality under the monument with their hearts. Then everyone slowly but firmly raised their right hands and saluted a military salute that they had not put down for a long time.
Professor Zheng gently touched the monument, sighed and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Yan Fenghuo, you did a good job, very good..."
Yan Fenghuo just smiled and turned around to get busy. He dug another pit next to the mass grave. It was small, but enough to bury one person.
"Yan Fenghuo, what are you doing?" Professor Zheng asked.
"Home." Yan Fenghuo waved the shovel and said without raising his head: "I plan to make a home for myself. When I die, I will live here."
This is choosing a cemetery for himself. Yan Fenghuo has already chosen a cemetery for himself and is waiting next to the mass grave.
"Huh..." Professor Zheng took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand and patted Yan Fenghuo's thin but strong shoulder heavily.
Yan Fenghuo smiled, made his cemetery beautiful, and even sat in it to feel how comfortable it was.
When he felt comfortable sitting in, he lay quietly at the bottom and took out the three photos from his arms and looked at them one by one.
The first one is a family photo with my parents, the second chapter is of Tangtang, and the third chapter is of a beautiful girl.
In the photo, the girl is wearing a Miao village pleated skirt, smiling youthfully and brightly. However, the girl's eyes are dull, and the once agile eyes have become dull and dim...
Yan Fenghuo held the three photos tightly against his chest, opened his smart eyes, and slowly shed a tear...