Zhan Ge is a journalist and a writer, he likes to write stories about war, and he is very famous in the industry, because most of his stories are traceable, that is, true stories.
Zhan Ge just finished writing a **, which lasted two years and more than one million words, and was loved by the market and fans.
His favorite thing to do is chat with his fans online and explain another layer of meaning to his story.
Today, Zhan Ge still opened the ** backstage as usual, looked at the messages from fans to himself, and began to reply one by one.
Suddenly, a message came into Zhan Ge's eyes, and he just glanced at it and was attracted by the content of the message.
Hello Mr. Zhan, I am a big fan of yours, I think the story you wrote is very wonderful, let me know a lot of things about historical wars, especially World War I and World War II, let me know the heroic deeds of my ancestors, thank you. ”
I was born in a small village, the village is very small, there are only a dozen families, I have heard my parents say since I was a child, why our village is so small, it is because during World War II, my ancestors went to join the army in order to protect their families and defend the country, and in the end, our country was liberated, and they did not wait for them. ”
I am proud of my ancestors and proud of their selfless spirit. ”
The message was not very long, but Zhan Ge read it several times, and it was not until his eyes were soaked with tears that he came back to his senses.
Zhan Ge knew very well why he wrote about the history of the war, it was because his ancestors participated in the anti-Japanese resistance and sacrificed their lives to protect the country.
Zhange's fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.
Thank you, although I don't know what your name is, I can feel the pride and pride in your heart, I have a reluctant request, I hope you can help me. ”
After Zhan Ge's words were sent, he quickly received an answer from the other party.
Teacher Zhan, you want to go to my hometown, right? ”
Yes, I would like to write an article with a story about your hometown. ”
No problem Mr. Zhan. ”
Zhan Ge made an appointment with the other party and added friends, and then he knew that this fan of his was actually a glorious PLA soldier, just in time for her to take a vacation now.
The next morning, Zhan Ge put on his bag and came to the station, and saw her standing in the crowd at a glance.
In the chat with the other party, Zhan Ge learned the other party's name, He Lin, because the army has regulations, and did not say his current position and position.
He Lin told Zhan Ge that he joined the army because of the stories of his ancestors, and when he couldn't persevere, he would remember those stories and give himself motivation.
Along the way, Zhan Ge and He Lin talked a lot, but most of them were He Lin talking, and Zhan Ge listened quietly.
After a five-hour high-speed train and a two-hour bus, the two of them arrived at He Lin's hometown, a small village called Fu Lin Village.
He Lin is right, this village is very small, there are no more than 20 families living here, backward and poor, this is Zhange's first thought.
He Lin took Zhan Ge back to her home, where her father and mother had died when she was in college, and it was now empty.
After a simple cleanup, He Lin offered to cook a meal for Zhange, and Zhange readily accepted.
Time passed quickly, the sun went down in a blink of an eye, and the night began to cover the earth, because of the difference between men and women, Zhan Ge slept in the living room, and He Lin slept in the room next to him.
It was the first time for Zhan Ge to sleep on the clay kang, and he couldn't get used to it for a while, so he lay on it and read a book, and gradually, drowsiness began to fill his brain.
He put down his book, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Zhan Ge suddenly woke up from his dream, and when he looked up, a figure flashed outside the window.
At the beginning, he thought it was He Lin, but suddenly found that He Lin did not have such a tall figure, and Zhan Ge was shocked into a cold sweat, lying on the kang and not daring to move.
I don't know how long it took, sleepiness reappeared in Zhange's head, but he didn't dare to sleep, for fear that the disappeared figure would suddenly appear in the room.
In this way, Zhan Ge held on for a while, but he still fell asleep in a daze, and at the moment when he fell asleep, a figure appeared in the room.
In the dream, Zhan Ge stood on a mound full of gunsmoke and bullet craters, and there were corpses at a glance, these corpses were wearing the clothes of the Eighth Route Army during the anti-Japanese period, which were also mixed with Japanese soldiers.
Zhan Ge understands that this is a war that takes place on the soil of our country, a war to defend the homeland and the country.
When Zhan Ge fell into the pain of the martyrs, a figure appeared in front of him, he was tall, and the clothes of the Eighth Route Army on his body had already become tattered in the battle, but his eyes were sharp, and he looked at death as if he were at home.
The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army carried broadswords on their backs and held empty guns in their hands, but the Japanese troops not far away charged again, and he was the only one on the battlefield.
Zhan Ge tried to help the warrior, but his hand passed through the opponent's body, and he realized that it was just a dream.
The soldier threw away the gun in his hand, pulled out the big knife on his back, and roared angrily, "For the sake of New China", and rushed towards the Japanese army that surrounded him without hesitation.
When it was dawn, Zhan Ge woke up, his face was full of tears, and even his pillow was wet with tears.
He understood that the figure that appeared outside the window in the middle of the night was this heroic soul, and it might be He Lin's ancestor.
Zhan Ge told He Lin about this, and set up a tomb with him in the back mountain, just so that this heroic soul could have a home.
Back at his home, Zhan Ge couldn't wait to write about it and post it under his account, and once it was published, the story was very popular, and people also knew the story of this heroic soul.