Chapter 1987 Hurt the Past

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After working so hard to accompany Ling Jinhua out to play, not only to be his health care doctor, but also to play chess and talk with him to relieve boredom. This is a thankless job. If there are no benefits, Luo Ziling feels that his grandfather will not Come.

What Luo Linsheng said on the high-speed rail also proved this point.

There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests---in front of the old fox-level boss, this should be very suitable.

Put aside family affection first, striving 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 Linsheng told Luo Xusheng about these things that happened in Yanjing recently.

Luo Ziling already knew that Luo Xusheng had also been involved in what happened during this period. He asked several other of his cronies 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 knew a lot about Yanjing, but there were still some things he didn't know.

After hearing what Luo Linsheng and Luo Ziling said, he was fully aware of the situation.

"It seems that it is not easy for me to work in Longteng this time," Luo Xusheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I originally thought that with Ruonan's father's promise, the Yang family also backed down, so there should be no problem, no problem. Come to think of it, things are still so complicated.”

"After you arrive in Yanjing, you have to think about everything more complicated." Luo Linsheng reminded Luo Xusheng, and then pointed to Luo Ziling, "Ling'er has safely adapted to the battle in Yanjing. After you return to Yanjing, you should do it as soon as possible adapt."

"Dad, let me tell you about Longteng. I think I know more about Longteng than you." Luo Ziling also told Luo Xusheng everything he knew about Longteng.

Luo Xusheng did not interrupt, but listened quietly.

"I'll give you some actual information after you return to Yanjing." After finishing speaking, Luo Ziling whispered again: "These information will help you grasp Long Teng as soon as possible."

Luo Xusheng shook his head, "That's enough, I'll remember what you said. As for how to manage Long Teng, I'd better wait until I go there and then decide according to the actual situation. I have the ability to manage Long Teng well. I'm not afraid of being disturbed."

"All right,

"Luo Ziling glanced at Luo Xusheng, but finally said nothing.

Ling Jinhua woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

It was exactly three o'clock when he woke up.

Huang Chen has already arranged activities for the afternoon to visit the Holocaust Memorial.

Ling Jinhua originally wanted to go there to pay his respects 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, to such a memorable place, they must be accompanied.

The meaning is almost like this: to pay homage to those heroes who died during the Anti-Japanese War in an official capacity, and to pay tribute to those 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 was wearing a navy blue tunic suit with a white shirt inside.

When the convoy arrived at the Holocaust Memorial, it was raining lightly. 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 refuse other visitors, but Huang Chen, who arranged the itinerary, refused.

He knew that Ling Jinhua didn't like this arrangement, he didn't want to be special.

Therefore, the officials could only take strict security measures. The accompanying officials surrounded Ling Jinhua and visited the Holocaust Memorial Hall together.

The sculptures at the entrance of the Holocaust Memorial silently told them the suffering of the year, and everyone's heart became heavy.

Ling Jinhua's expression also became serious, he stared at those reliefs for a long time, his face became sad.

A huge cross-shaped stele is written with the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300000". Under the dark sky, everything gives people an extremely tragic feeling. The five-star red flag is fluttering, and the bright red is even more exciting.

The blood of the people stained the flag red.

No one spoke, and everyone looked solemn and solemn.

Ling Jinhua did not move forward immediately, but stood in front of the cross-shaped stele with "1937.12.13-1938.1" written on it for a long time.

Everyone behind him stood with him, staring at the stele for a long time, but no one spoke.

There were only a few officially arranged reporters at the scene, taking pictures from different angles.

"Great-grandfather, December 13, 1937 was a catastrophe day for China. The city of Jinling was destroyed. At that time, the capital of China fell into the hands of devils, and hundreds of thousands of compatriots suffered. The crimes of devils are too numerous to record." Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua With the same thoughts, he walked to his side and said softly: "Although I have not experienced that catastrophe, I have not experienced the Great Patriotic War that sacrificed tens of millions of people, but I know that it is engraved on the The eternal scars in the hearts of all Chinese compatriots are the eternal pain and eternal shame of our China. No matter what, we must never forget that catastrophe. The 35 million victims, those soldiers who sacrificed for the country, were killed by devils compatriots, their wronged souls, still do not rest in peace."

"I was born in 1927, and 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, but led the whole battalion to resist bravely. Martyrdom." Ling Jinhua said in a low voice: "My mother was devastated when she heard the news of my father's martyrdom. If it wasn't for me, she would have followed the man she loved so much. Later, she took me and fled into the Guannei. At that time, I was five years old and my mother was twenty-seven years old."

No one would have thought that Ling Jinhua would mention such a thing in public, and no one knew that Ling Jinhua's father was actually an officer of the Northeast Army.

No one said anything, and even a few reporters slowed down their movements, unable to 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 finally settled down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the flames of war soon spread to North China. My mother was afraid that I would have an accident, so she took me and fled to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was garrisoned 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 am eleven years old, and my mother is thirty-three years old." Ling Jinhua continued to tell his 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 sixteen years old, I shot and killed a little devil with my own hands. After the battle, I cried in the trenches. I felt that I could avenge my parents .”

What Ling Jinhua said was very emotional, and Luo Ziling felt a little sour when he heard it.

An accompanying female staff member couldn't help but shed tears when she heard this, and some other people were also very moved.

But Luo Ziling still couldn't figure out why Ling Jinhua told him these things.

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