"Xiaohai, I've already gotten off the plane, hahaha."
As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Qingshan's hearty voice came, but there was still uncontrollable excitement in this voice.
"Do you need me to pick you up?" Lin Hai said.
"No need, take the monkey wine and wait for me at the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery."
I don’t know why, when Xiao Qingshan mentioned the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, his voice seemed to be choked up.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Hai asked the driver for the address of Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, and by chance, they happened to pass by it on their way back to the city.
"There is a story to tell about the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery." The taxi driver, a middle-aged man who was very talkative, said to Lin Hai with a smile.
"Oh? What story?" Mr. Xiao actually asked him to wait for him at Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, and Lin Hai suddenly became interested in it.
"Speaking of the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, in fact, only one martyr is buried there. It was built voluntarily by local people during the Anti-Japanese War."
"Only one martyr?" This was the first time Lin Hai had heard of this situation.
"Yes, all the martyrs who sacrificed their lives were buried in the Spring City Martyrs Cemetery. Only the body of the martyr Tianmangshan was refused by the local people, saying that this martyr was their good son of Tianmangshan and must be buried in the cemetery.
Let them be there for future generations to pay homage to."
"So that's how it is." Lin Hai nodded. The common people back then were so simple, and the military and civilians had a close relationship.
When he said this, the taxi driver suddenly shook his head.
"It's a pity that the people at that time had good ideas, but people's lives have improved, but their hearts have changed. How can their descendants still keep in their hearts these martyrs who shed their lives and blood and brought them a good life?
"
The taxi driver seemed to be an angry young man, and when he said this, there was a hint of indignation in his tone.
"You don't know, more than ten years ago, when I was in junior high school, I often passed by Tianmang Mountain, the cemetery of the heroes and martyrs. It was overgrown with grass and desolate. It was really chilling for those who saw it. Alas."
The taxi driver lamented repeatedly, and Lin Hai felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
It’s not just Tianmang Mountain. Are there many places in China that ignore the martyrs’ cemetery and leave it desolate?
What's more, in order to make money by enclosing land, destroying martyrs' cemeteries and disturbing the peace of martyrs are often found and reported frequently.
Lin Hai really couldn't figure out what happened to this Chinese nation with five thousand years of civilization?
For the sake of money, you actually treat the national hero like this. Is your conscience eaten by dogs?
The taxi driver scolded the locals for their arrogance before continuing slowly.
"Also, more than ten years ago, an old man scavenging suddenly came here. The old man was a respected elder." The taxi driver suddenly gave a thumbs up.
"This old man makes a living by scavenging and has a very difficult life, but even so, every year at this time, he goes to the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery to pay his respects and clean up the place."
When Lin Hai heard this, he couldn't help but respect the old man.
"I guess this old man must be a comrade of the martyrs. We have never been in the military, but we can see that the comradeship is deep."
Lin Hai nodded silently. The feelings between soldiers are not something ordinary people can understand, especially the comradeship of the older generation who have been through life and death together.
"Hey, just the day before yesterday, this old man did something that shocked the whole city and even appeared in the newspaper." The taxi driver said, with a hint of admiration on his face.
“This old scavenger actually spent all the money he had saved over ten years of hard work on good cigarettes and good wine, including Moutai and Zhonghua, all of which are extremely expensive.”
"Oh?" Lin Hai was stunned, obviously not understanding the old man's intention.
"What happened next really makes people admire this old man even more. He actually sprinkled all the good wine in front of the martyrs' tombs, and stuck all the many cartons of cigarettes around the cemetery several times.
, and then one by one they all lit up."
Lin Hai was deeply moved, "This old man's behavior is definitely a tribute to his comrades."
"Yes." The driver also nodded, "When the reporter came, the old man only said one sentence: The martyrs left early and did not enjoy these things. The government does not care. He cannot ignore it. He wants to make up for the martyrs. After that,
, he just hunched over his body and left silently. It was really touching."
After the driver finished speaking, he actually raised his hand and wiped two tears.
When Lin Hai heard this, he also had mixed feelings in his heart. What the driver said after that, Lin Hai didn't even listen.
When we arrived at Tianmang Mountain, the driver stopped the car.
"You walk along this dirt road for more than 500 meters and you'll be there."
"Dad, you go back first. I'll go to the Martyrs Cemetery and wait for Mr. Xiao." Lin Hai asked Lin Wen and the others to take the car and leave first. Then he got out of the car. Instead of going to the cemetery, he went to a cigarette shop not far away.
Since he was going to the martyrs' cemetery, Lin Hai felt that he should show his high respect for the martyrs.
"Fifty pieces of Chinese culture, two bottles of Maotai liquor." Lin Hai said straight to the point, the owner of the Heyan Hotel.
The boss was stunned for a moment. He was a relatively small cigarette shop, and he was surrounded by people who were not wealthy. He would usually sell one piece of Chinese medicine a month. That is, someone would host a banquet and occasionally come to get one.
Two items.
Unexpectedly, when he met such a large number of customers today, the boss quickly placed the cigarettes and wine in front of Lin Hai with a smile on his face.
"Sir, the total is 26,600 yuan." The boss said with a smile.
Lin Hai swiped his card directly, then took the wine aside and picked out two cigarettes.
Later, Lin Hai scanned the remaining 48 Chinese cigarettes with his mobile phone and sent them to Sun Wukong.
The owner of the cigarette shop took a fancy to the Chinese cigarettes that disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes. His mouth suddenly opened and he looked at Lin Hai as if he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that his legs began to shake.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a magician." Lin Hai smiled faintly and walked out under the dull gaze of the owner of the cigarette shop.
"Magician? The baby was scared to death. He thought he saw a ghost." It took a long time for the owner of the cigarette shop to react and pat his chest hard.
But then, the face of the owner of the cigarette shop suddenly changed.
"Magician!" the owner of the cigarette shop screamed, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone tremblingly. When he saw a text message reminding him of a balance change, reminding him that his account had an extra 26,600 yuan, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Nah, I almost had a heart attack!" The owner of the cigarette shop was really afraid that Lin Hai's previous card swiping was also a magic trick.
Naturally, Lin Hai didn't know this. He was already carrying two cigarettes and two bottles of wine, heading towards the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery.
On the way, Sun Wukong sent a message.
Sun Wukong: Hahahaha, brother, why did you send me so many cigarettes all at once? Thank you so much, thank you so much! (There is a laughing expression behind)
Little Muddle-headed Fairy: The Great Sage is so polite. What else can we brothers say to say thank you for? Come back to me after you finish.
After replying to the message to Sun Wukong, Lin Hai walked forward for more than 200 meters and was suddenly stunned.