The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

The train slowly drove out of the bustling city with tall buildings and gradually headed towards the deep mountains and forests in the distance.

The scenery along the way is breathtaking, with interlaced terraces, green mountains and waters, and blue sky and white clouds.

But for Zhao Shao, he had no intention of appreciating these beautiful views, because his heart was shrouded in deep anxiety and uneasiness.

At this moment, he had only one thought - to go back to his hometown and see his father.

His seat was right next to the window, and the scenery outside the window flew by quickly, but his eyes remained fixed forward, as if searching for some answer. He lowered his head and encouraged himself secretly:

"Come on, you must believe that this is the truth!

I must have gone astray, lost in endless fantasy.

All of this is just a nightmare, and my experiences during the Republican era must have been false illusions."

But the old man beside him saw that Zhao Shao looked lonely, so he patted his shoulder gently and comforted him:

"Don't lose heart, young man, everything will turn out well.

Life is full of changes and uncertainties, but as long as you maintain a positive attitude, there will always be a turning point."

Zhao Shao glanced at the old man gratefully, forced a smile, and replied politely:

"Thank you, sir. You are right. I will try to stay optimistic."

However, deep down he still felt confused and helpless.

At this moment, Zhao Shao's mind suddenly became blank. All the thoughts about what happened in the Republic of China that had just emerged were cleared out, leaving only one thought: go home and take a look.

He wondered if his home still existed, if his father was still there waiting for him.

This simple and plain wish became the strongest desire in his heart.

Zhao Shao decided to let go of everything and stop thinking about those complicated problems and future plans.

He just wanted to return to the place he once knew well and find the warmth and peace.

Perhaps at home he could find some answers, or at least some spiritual comfort.

So, Zhao Shao set out on his journey home, full of anticipation and anxiety.

Along the way, he kept recalling the little things from his childhood, and those beautiful memories made him feel a little more relaxed.

Looking at the scenery outside the window passing by like flowing water, Zhao Shao couldn't help but recall what happened in this memory.

In my memory, it was during this period of time.

Deep in Zhao Shao's memory, it was an ordinary day. The sun was still lazily shining on the earth, but the gears of fate were turning quietly.

It was during this seemingly ordinary period of time that a sudden disaster struck.

A loud noise was heard in the mine, and a terrible explosion broke the original silence.

And his father, the hardworking and simple man who carried the burden of the family on his shoulders, also left him forever at this time due to an explosion caused by improper operation of a co-worker.

Zhao Shao was still attending classes at school at the time and was completely unaware of all this.

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the classroom in the early morning, Zhao Shao was listening attentively to the teacher's lecture.

Suddenly, the head teacher hurried into the classroom, with a look of pity and compassion in his eyes, and motioned Zhao Shao to go out.

Zhao Shao's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

"Zhao Shao, something happened at your home. The village committee called and said your father..."

The head teacher's voice was trembling.

Zhao Shao's head buzzed, as if the whole world had stopped turning.

He couldn't believe his ears, and tears instantly blurred his eyes.

"Teacher, what happened to my father?"

Zhao Shao asked in a trembling voice.

"Son, your father was killed in a mine explosion...

died. "

The head teacher told this cruel fact with difficulty.

Zhao Shao felt as if the sky had collapsed in an instant, and the whole world became dark and gloomy.

His legs were weak and he could barely stand.

Under the concerned gazes of his teachers and classmates, he mechanically asked for leave from his teacher and set out on his way home in a daze.

Along the way, Zhao Shao's mind was in a mess, and his father's figure kept appearing in his mind. His father's hearty laughter, warm embrace, and the back of his hardworking father...

Everything seems to be still in front of my eyes, but now we are separated by the Yin and Yang.

When he finally returned to the familiar village, before he even reached the door of his house, he saw a lot of people gathered at the door.

His heart sank suddenly and his steps became heavier.

When he walked into the house and saw his father's cold body, Zhao Shao fell to his knees and burst into tears.

"Dad, why did you leave like this?

Wake up, Dad!"

Zhao Shao's crying was so heartbreaking that everyone present shed tears.

People in the village came to comfort him, but Zhao Shao seemed to hear nothing. He just hugged his father tightly and was unwilling to let go.

His tears soaked his father's clothes, and his hands turned white from excessive exertion.

However, before Zhao Shao could recover from the great grief of losing his father, those so-called relatives came to his door one after another.

There was no trace of sadness on their faces, but rather a disgusting greed.

"Zhao Shao, you're still young and naive. Let us handle your father's work injury compensation."

A pointed-faced aunt spoke first, with a calculating glint in her eyes.

"I...I can handle it myself."

Zhao Shao said with a sob, his voice becoming hoarse from crying.

"Don't be willful, kid. We are all doing this for your own good."

My uncle echoed this, a fake smile on his face.

Zhao Shao looked at these relatives with whom he rarely interacted, and his heart was filled with confusion and uneasiness.

But at this time, he was so sad about his father's death that he was almost mentally collapsed.

Under the sweet talk and coaxing of his uncle and aunt, he finally fell into the trap and signed a support certificate without knowing what was going on.

In this way, the compensation that my father paid for with his life easily fell into the pockets of my relatives.

At my father's funeral, the sky seemed to feel the sadness, it was gloomy and suffocating.

People from the village rushed over, with sorrow and regret on their faces.

The mourning hall was decorated simply and solemnly, with white elegiac couplets fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Shao's father's body lay quietly in the coffin, covered with a white cloth.

Zhao Shao stood there blankly, his eyes red and swollen, his tears had dried up, leaving only endless emptiness and despair.

He was wearing white mourning clothes and his body was trembling slightly.

The mourners bowed to the body in turn and said words of comfort to Zhao Shao.

But Zhao Shao seemed to hear nothing and just watched everything blankly.

The mourning hall was filled with the smell of incense and smoke.

Although Zhao Shao's relatives were also busy, their eyes were more about calculating the compensation rather than real grief for the deceased.

The mournful music echoed softly, seeming particularly desolate in the quiet village.

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