Chapter 1205

When he got up in the morning, Zhuoyang could not care about the cold coming from the Alps. He just put on a loose thin sweater and began to practice. But recently, he didn't have the heart to drill those famous songs and played my motherland.

There are also "hero's anthem", "Yellow River Chorus" and so on, which he learned at the beginning of learning piano in his childhood. The earliest recitation of music is also recited, which can't be done any more, and can't be forgotten if he doesn't play for 50 years. When Zhuoyang plays these songs, he will think of the unforgettable memory of his childhood when his mother held up a feather duster every day and forced him to practice piano.

But today when playing these songs, Zhuoyang is thinking about Mu's father, uncle mu. Uncle Mu is an old soldier. When Zhuoyang was a child, when he played these revolutionary songs to him, uncle Mu would turn his mouth and think that the piano was too soft to play, not as energetic as the chorus. Although he dislikes it, uncle Mu always likes to let Zhuoyang play it to him. After listening, he continues to dislike it.

It didn't take long for Zhuoyang to stop playing. After sitting on the piano bench for a while, Zhuoyang looked at the time and called old Mu again.

"Mr. mu, there will be a meeting in Guangde building in the evening. All seats have been set up. How about I go with you? " Monkey three said to old mu with a waist.

Guangde building is an old-fashioned theater garden in the front gate of the grand fence. The time of its completion is similar to that of the Paris Grand Theatre and the Italian Scala Grand Theatre. There are performances of opera and quyi almost every day, that is, the "meeting".

"OK!" Old Mu shook his head and squeezed out a smile. "I'll go with you that night."

Mourinho doesn't know what his mood is now. It's not sad or sad anyway. Maybe it's the kind of "emptiness" that Wenqing people often say. Maybe, they are at a loss.

Father is dead!

More than two weeks ago, Mu's father, uncle mu, finally failed to get out of the ward again. He died of kidney failure at the age of 76.

After seeing Zhuo Yang off for a holiday to visit his father in Xi'an, old Mu stayed for another week to see whether it was the same, so he told his mother that he had also returned to Beijing. He was very busy in business, and he didn't want to be too late. Although the man is gone, Mu calls home every night to find out the situation.

The family later said that they had improved, could drink porridge and lose their temper, later said that they were still confused and did not know anyone. The hospital did not allow them to leave the hospital, so they repeatedly delayed. Old Mu was going to take the time to go back, but suddenly received a phone call from her elder sister: "come back quickly, Dad It's almost over. "

When Mu hurried back to the hospital again, his father had been trapped in the ICU and was forced to continue his life by injecting adrenaline from time to time. The ward is surrounded by people. Old Mu hasn't seen so many people around his father for a long time. He knows some people, such as Uncle Xing from the general office of the provincial Party committee and uncle Zhao from the Armed Forces Department. There were many other people he had never met. Some of them were soldiers, some were no longer soldiers. Uncle Xing told Lao Mu that these were all his father's old men. They were all soldiers that his father had taken in different periods. Some people's lives were saved by his father from the battlefield. Today, they came from all over the world.

The time interval between each injection is getting shorter and shorter, and doctors have made it clear that it can't exceed two hours. The two sisters dare not cry. Their mother is advised to go home in advance. Everyone is looking at Lao mu.

Old Mu didn't know why he didn't feel sad, but he was so depressed that he wanted to escape from the hospital, but he knew he couldn't.

Father closed his eyes and lay there. His lips kept mumbling to himself, but there was no sound. His lips were very dry. She wiped her father's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water. Lying in her ear, she cried and asked him, "Dad, what do you say? Let's remember." But father can't say anything.

Both elder sisters are more than ten years old than Lao mu. Uncle Mu has a serious idea of emphasizing men over women. He doesn't think women are suitable for working in the army, so Lao Mu's two elder sisters want to join the army after graduating from high school, but they are rejected after being scolded by their father. The eldest sister went to the market to work as a salesman, and the second sister went to the textile factory after training in the technical school. After receiving a few years' meager salary in the company, both sisters were laid off successively. The eldest sister now runs a small dining table beside the middle school. The eldest brother-in-law works in the Education Committee after he changes his career from fire fighting. The second sister is at home in charge of the military. The second brother-in-law is a pilot of the air force vice regiment, flying the old J-6 trainer.

It's impossible to say that two elder sisters have no complaints about their father, but at this time all the complaints are gone, and they cry and swell their eyes, because their father is going.

But old mu can't cry!

Old Mu and his father don't have a lot of feelings. Since he remembers, his father hasn't talked to him well. He's either training him, or beating him, or just about to beat him. He knew that his father had placed the mission of military glory on him, but he didn't want to. Because prison broke the way to join the army, his father's health collapsed, but he still didn't want to be a soldier. That year Xiao Ge in Beijing said he could help him to eliminate the case and wear military uniform, but was rejected by mu. Perhaps it was out of his rebellion against his father.

The nurse came for another injection, less than ten minutes before the last one. The doctor said that in this case, according to the regulations, the needle would not be injected again. Everyone knows that uncle Mu has come to the last few minutes of his life.Old Mu looked at his father, whose mouth was shaking. He wanted to squeeze out a few tears, but he couldn't do it. At this time, he didn't feel sad at all.

His father is from Shandong, so his ancestral home should also be Shandong. My father left my hometown at the age of 13 and left my grandmother, who I had never seen before, and followed the army to fight in the South and North. I heard that my father was attacking the supply transfer station of the 59th division of the Japanese army in Zaozhuang when my grandmother died. The rest of the family had been in disarray in the war years. My father had never returned to his hometown in Shandong since the 1950s. He lived in the melting pot of the army all his life. My father could not speak Shandong dialect, but was not very standard Mandarin like many people.

The sign monitor sounded the alarm again. Uncle Mu's heart rate and pulse quickly became slow, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly. The doctor nodded to the old Mu and uncle Xing. There are so many people pouring in the ward. Many people are looking up in the corridor outside the door. They are all around uncle mu.

Uncle Mu's dry and cracked lips no longer vibrated. He suddenly opened his eyes round. His face was dry and his hair was pale, but he still had tiger eyes. Uncle Mu stared at the ceiling, trying to lift his head off the bed.

My sister quickly wiped away her tears and went to my father's ear: "Dad, what else do you have to say...". Uncle Xing asked softly, "Sir, what do you have to explain?"

Uncle Mu didn't answer, so he kept staring at the ceiling and glared at the ceiling. Suddenly, Shandong dialect with strong accent came out of his mouth.

"Niang, I went to fight the devil!"

With a long breath, uncle Mu passed away and closed his eyes. The old hero died!

There was a cry in the ward. Uncle Xing ordered: "all of you have it. Send it to the teacher! Salute -! "

Thirty or forty adult men with tearful tiger eyes and thirty or forty raised arms are like monuments of history.