The rain is like a transparent filament, and the fog is like a curl of light smoke. The mountains are green, the empty valley is desolate, and the soft wind is like a distant and melancholy dream, which brings Han Feng's attention at this moment. My mood was dripping wet.
He stood in front of a tombstone, like a silent stone statue, speechless for a long time. Time was frozen at this moment, the world was silent at this moment, and his eyes became as misty as the sky above his head.
Here lies his old squad leader - Li Weifeng, who protected and cared for him like an elder brother. She has passed away and turned into a wisp of wind, a drop of water and a handful of soil in the mountains...
On this hillside covered with green pines and cypresses, there are thirty-six once-living lives buried there. They all have the same passionate youth, the same longing for happiness, and the same white-haired old mother leaning against the door looking forward to returning home. Now, They lay silently on this lonely hillside. Apart from the silent mountains, the tall pines and cypresses, the distant grasses, and the wind flowing in the valley, how many people will remember them?
Without the towering green mountains, there would be no green water. Without these immortal military souls on the hillside, where would there be the tranquility of thousands of lights at the foot of the mountain?
How lucky are the green mountains? The loyal bones are buried here; the green water has knowledge and comforts the heroic souls...
Han Feng turned around and walked slowly down the hillside.
Three people walked slowly down the winding stone path, two soldiers in uniform and a peerless woman.
Han Feng saw clearly that the people coming were Tong Wei, the captain of the "Cold Thorn" special brigade, and Yang Nan, the political commissar, and the woman was the beautiful reporter Qiu Shui.
Han Feng hurried forward to greet him.
"You brat, you didn't even look at us when you came back. You sneaked here alone! If reporter Qiu hadn't asked me for someone, I would have been kept in the dark!" Tong Wei opened his mouth and cursed.
"That's right! Why didn't you say hello when you came back? You just left for a few days and you forgot about us?" Political Commissar Yang Nan took the opportunity to add insult to injury.
Han Feng quickly explained: "When did I dare to forget about our 'Leng Thorn'? I want to see the old squad leader first, and then I plan to have a meal with the captain and the political commissar!"
Tong Wei laughed "haha" for a while and said: "You have a conscience, you have not forgotten our "Lengsheng" brothers! The political commissar has whispered in my ears several times, I want you to come back and get together! This time It just so happens that we drink from big bowls and eat large pieces of meat. If you don’t drink, you’re not a fucking man!”
Han Feng smiled. After all these years, the captain was still as forthright and forthright as before.
Yang Nan was delighted: "Han Feng, don't listen to the blindness of the captain! He had a stomach problem some time ago, and the doctor told him not to drink alcohol! It almost drove him crazy. He actually wanted to use your name today to win over himself You’ve had enough to drink!”
Tong Wei was anxious: "Listen, is this what the political commissar should say? Our party's principle has always been to seek truth from facts! How did you become a political commissar? Slander and frame-up come with just your mouth! In front of a beautiful reporter, you are not afraid of damage. The glorious image of our army?"
Han Feng, Qiu Shui and Yang Nan all laughed.
Qiu Shui said with a smile: "They say that the boy captain is brave enough to win the three armies and has great kung fu. I didn't expect that the kung fu on his lips is also very powerful. He is about to catch up with the iron-toothed Ji Xiaolan! However, my stomach is going to sing 'The Empty City Strategy' 'Well, don't the two leaders want to have a good time here?"
Tong Wei and Yang Nan couldn't stop laughing.
On the way, Qiu Shui told Han Feng that she went to the anti-terrorist base and found out that Han Feng was here, so she chased her all the way here. However, because of the two worlds, she couldn't figure out the location of the "Cold Thorn" Special Forces Martyrs Cemetery, so she had to take the liberty to put the two people there. A leader was dragged over.
Returning to the "Cold Thorn" brigade camp, Han Feng realized that the brigade leader had given him a difficult problem.
On the empty and flat playground, hundreds of special forces soldiers were neatly dressed and lined with spears and spears, welcoming Han Feng's return with the most solemn ceremony.
Han Feng looked back at the team leader and political commissar. They all laughed. Tong Wei's intention was obvious, asking Han Feng to say a few words to encourage the soldiers.
Han Feng's eyes slowly swept across the neat formations on the playground, and the scene in front of him made him extremely excited. "Soldiers in an iron camp and flowing water", in just two years, many familiar comrades have disappeared in front of him, and many more have appeared.
Unfamiliar young faces.
He slowly walked to the high platform in front of the formation, looking over the heads of the soldiers.
"We -" he pointed to the hillside surrounded by green pines and cypresses behind the soldiers, "how are we the same as them?"
The soldiers below were silent. Many of them saw Han Feng for the first time. From the mouths of the veterans, they heard too many legends about Han Feng. He was the hero of "Leng Thorn" and the pride of "Leng Thorn".
, many new warriors looked at Han Feng with admiration and admiration, looking at this almost omnipotent warrior, this Chinese God of War that made their blood boil.
Suddenly, Han Feng's eyes became as sharp as a falcon, a majestic murderous aura came out of his body, and his voice rolled across the playground like thunder: "You and I, we and them, all have a green military soul!"
Suddenly, a bigger thunder exploded on the playground, and hundreds of throats roared together: "For the motherland! For the people!"
Looking at this murderous formation, Tong Wei and Yang Nan looked at each other and smiled.
The dinner was actually very sumptuous, but Han Feng did not have the chance to eat it. Many of his former comrades had retired, and most of those who remained had become platoon leaders or squad leaders. After everyone met, apart from talking about it, everyone was left to drink from a large bowl of Hai.
, where do you have time to eat food?
Han Feng was a man who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He valued emotions very much. He and his comrades took turns clinking glasses one after another, knocking down everyone at the table. Tong Wei stuck his tongue out and continued to brag: "Boy, you are mine."
Soldier, if you dare to compete with me, I will betray you..." As he said this, he fell down.
Han Feng was also drunk, but due to his superb internal skills, his drunken state was not very obvious.
After dinner, he quietly came to the training ground and wandered alone. Looking up at the bright stars in the night sky, he missed the dead old squad leader very much. However, the beloved old squad leader could never come back...
A faint fragrance hit him, and Qiu Shui stood in front of him.
Sitting next to Han Feng, Qiu Shui saw the lonely look on Han Feng's face with the help of the faint starlight. She was shocked, this man who is so popular in the world can actually be weak?
At this moment, Qiu Shui felt extremely painful in her heart.
Qiu Shui didn't say a word and gently held Han Feng's hand.
At this moment, she swore that she would never leave the man beside her again in this life, and would use all her love to be gentle to him throughout her life.
Not far away, Yang Nan, who was looking for Han Feng, happened to see this scene and laughed silently.
The next day, Han Feng and Qiu Shui were already on the train. The purpose of their trip was to visit Li Weifeng's elderly mother.
Before getting in the car, Tong Wei and Yang Nan forced Han Feng to give Han Feng more than 50,000 yuan, saying that it was collected by several comrades. They all felt the same way and asked Han Feng to say hello to Li's mother on behalf of everyone.
After riding the train for a day and night, and taking a bus for three or four hours, when Han Feng and Qiu Shui got off the bus, they were already deep in the majestic Taihang Mountains.
The village called "Huaishu'ao" in Li Weifeng's hometown was still deeper in the mountains. They had reached the end of the asphalt road in front of them. It was almost noon, so Han Feng and Qiu Shui simply walked into the mountains.
Along the way, the mountains are green, the sea is green, and the winding paths gradually disappear into the depths of white clouds.
Qiu Shui thought leisurely: "Feng, how wonderful it would be if we built a small house here and lived away from the world of mortals for a lifetime!".
Han Feng smiled.
"Why are you laughing? Can't I live a leisurely life in the woods? Qiu Shui asked with a smile.
Han Feng said with a smile: "Human existence is just a form. As long as the spiritual platform is clear and clear, there is Bodhi within an inch. In fact, you don't have to care where you live!"
Qiu Shui flashed her beautiful big eyes and said with a smile: "These words are so profound, they actually have a bit of Zen flavor!"
As soon as Qiu Shui finished speaking, he let out a sweet cry, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.
Han Feng smiled and said, "You just said you wanted to live here for the rest of your life. Why are you wiping tears as soon as you turn your face?"
Qiu Shui was so angry that he shouted: "You are bad, you are a bad guy!"
Han Feng hurried back to check. It turned out that Qiu Shui was wearing high heels. At first, the two of them were talking and laughing, and they didn't think anything of it. But when they walked further, Qiu Shui couldn't stand the pain anymore, so he forced himself to walk faster.
, almost sprained again, squatting on the ground and wanting to shed tears.
Han Feng asked Qiu Shui to sit on the stone and helped her slowly take off her shoes and socks. Qiu Shui's two snow-white and pink feet were really red and swollen. Han Feng secretly blamed himself for his negligence. He put Qiu Shui's feet on his lap.
, kneaded gently for a while.
Qiu Shui's face was as red as clouds.
Seeing that it was getting late, and there was still some distance to go from Huaishu Pass, Han Feng had no choice but to carry Qiushui on his back and continue walking forward.
Lying on Han Feng's thick back, Qiu Shui was intoxicated. A pair of soft, boneless hands hugged Han Feng's neck tightly, feeling like a deer.
Qiu Shuixing's eyes were half-closed, and her breath was like orchid. She really thought that this road would never end.
Qiu Shui murmured like a dream: "Feng... Mom said: A man's back is the best home for a woman... I want you to carry me like this for the rest of your life!"
Han Feng said nothing and smiled.
As we approach the "Locust Tree Col", there are more and more locust trees around, one by one, one by one, one by one, stretching into the distance. The mountain road for more than ten miles is filled with spotless white locust flowers, which are fragrant and fragrant.
Its fragrance can permeate the human soul.
Under the setting sun, a curve of locust trees surrounded by clear water looked like a bright pearl, hiding shyly in the boundless sea of fragrant snow. Seeing this scene, Han Feng and Qiu Shui almost had an illusion: This was a paradise written by Tao Yuanming, or a legend.
A ethereal fairyland?
Huaishu'ao is a small mountain village with only a few dozen households. Upon entering the village, Han Feng and Qiu Shui attracted many villagers to watch.
When Han Feng asked them about Li's mother, everyone was silent.
Just when Han Feng and Qiu Shui were wondering, a black boy suddenly shouted: "Master Huaishu is here!"
The crowd parted, and an old man with a white beard as white as snow and a vigorous old man walked in from the outside.
Han Feng and Qiu Shui revealed their identities to the old man and explained their purpose of coming.
"Master Huaishu" looked at Han Feng and Qiu Shui for a long time and asked, "Children, are you really Wei Feng's friends?"
Han Feng nodded.
"Come! Come with me, my child!" "Master Huaishu" seemed to have made a great determination. He glanced at the crowd around him and said, "It's not easy for two children to walk such a long way! Don't crowd around.
Look, it’s all gone!”
The chattering crowd disappeared in an instant, and Han Feng realized that "Lord Sophora Tree" had a high prestige in this small mountain village.
Following "Locust Tree Master" through the village, we came to a dilapidated hut under a big locust tree in the west of the village.
Due to years of disrepair, this small house covered with thatch has most of its mud walls peeling off, and even cracks a few fingers wide in some places, making it in critical condition.
It was already very dark, and there were no lights in the hut, so it was very dark.
"Master Huaishu" called out from outside, and an old and hoarse voice answered inside. An old lady with gray hair and a stooped body slowly came out of the room, leaning on a cane and looking blankly.
Ahead.
"Is it 'Uncle Huaishu'?"
"Weifeng's mother, Weifeng's friends are here to see you!" "Master Huaishu" said with a raised voice.
"Weifeng's friend?..." The old man was shocked and almost fell down.
Han Feng helped the old man in time.
"Auntie, I am Han Feng, you have met me!" Han Feng was very excited.
"Han Feng... Weifeng's brother... I met Wei Feng when he went there... How could I not remember it!" The old man murmured, with tears streaming down his face.