In the book, the female supporting role dreams of being an idle fish

The unstoppable cold wind penetrated through the sleeves, pierced the skin, and buried the snow on the knees.

Thin clothes and pants.

The soldiers' frozen lower limbs.

The scenes seem to be right before my eyes.

People seemed to see the fierceness of the battle many years ago, as if they felt that they were right beside us and had not left.

Model instructor, people's hero, model youth, model medical worker, lone hero, blasting hero, combat hero, combat model.

One honor after another...

None of us want the honor, we want the person.

The red rain of peach blossoms reflects the blood of heroes, and the blue sea and red clouds reflect the loyal hearts.

In the great era of national rise, the sacrifices of the people's heroes have pointed the way forward for the people.

It's another year of green spring grass, and it's Qingming Festival again.

Always remember and commemorate.

The movie is over, it's a tragedy from beginning to end.

No one was there, so they quickly took their stools and ran home.

They were all crying silently.

At present, the children live a rich and happy life, listening to teachers' lectures in a teaching building that is sheltered from wind and rain.

Where does a carefree life come from?

It was paid for with the lives of thousands or even more soldiers.

On the screen, there are scenes of soldiers fighting with Japanese pirates.

Gray scenes appear before my eyes, and vivid lives are engraved in my heart silently.

The enemy's arrogant and distorted face and the warrior's determined and unyielding demeanor.

I don't know who started it.

If one person takes the lead, there will be thousands and millions of people following.

Cantata

Song of Resistance

Revitalizing the Countryside

Defending the Country

One song after another.

There was a group of people, and no one mentioned going back.

Use song after song to express the excitement in your heart.

Expressing hatred towards the enemy.

Remembering our ancestors.

Reverence for life.

……

Gu Lixia knew that during this period, even...

Our country is not strong enough.

Because too many of our soldiers' remains are still in foreign countries.

Unable to return to one's roots.

We cannot let the final destination of those unsung heroes be a desolate land.

Everyone hopes that the soldiers who fought in the War of Resistance will return home as soon as possible.

In the new century, batch after batch of martyrs were brought back.

One batch...eight batches.

We have been walking for almost a hundred years.

It’s just that people in 1970 wouldn’t know it now.

Another half century.

This is the prosperous era we hope for.

It’s a pity that those who are most confused cannot see the prosperity of the times.

……

People have heavy hearts.

The crowd dispersed.

Gu Lixia also took Jiang Xiu and her three children back home.

Even the youngest Jiang Huaixi couldn't fall asleep.

This was the first time he had watched a movie in his memory.

After returning to the yard, Gu Lixia closed the gate and everyone went back to their rooms.

It was only when Gu Lixia entered the house that she realized that Jiang Wen had already gone to work the night shift.

Gu Lixia thought that Jiang Wen actually already knew what movie was showing at this time.

He had only heard of those uncles and uncles, but felt uncomfortable because he had never seen them.

Not to mention that the scene brought back memories, he must have thought of his brother Jiang Wu.

At this time, I don’t know whether the other party should be glad that his brother did not die on the battlefield, or be glad that his brother retired.

But his beloved brother also died at the hands of a traitor.

The loss of life is disheartening.

The living live in endless regret.

If only...

But where can we find so many ifs?

When Gu Lixia was a child, there was an old retired soldier in the village.

He is missing a leg.

No relatives.

A man lives alone in his own house.

Every year people come from the city to visit him.

When Gu Lixia was a child, she didn't understand and thought they were relatives, but she understood when she grew up.

I have also visited the martyrs' cemetery and given flowers to strangers.

……

Because my eyes are wet and my heart is heavy.

Gu Lixia didn't sleep well.

Had a dream.

I dreamed that I was about seven or eight years old.

In the morning, no one in the Gu family got up.

Gu Lixia and her brother got up.

My brother is sweeping the yard.

Gu Lixia is cooking.

I stood on a bench to cook porridge and make meatballs.

As a result, the meatballs that came out of the pot were not bright in color, but a bit black.

Then several aunts rushed in to curse.

Gu Lixia didn't get to eat the meatballs she made.

Then starting from that meal, I made meatballs for half a month straight.

Only then can you make meatballs that don’t turn black.

The problem is that Gu Lixia is still young and doesn't know how to use the eraser.

In half a month, the Gu family had no idea how many pieces of meat were eaten from her hand.

Gu Lixia's hand hurts.

But no one will ask.

Only my brother will help silently.

I also dreamed that Gu Lixia was studying well.

Grandpa went to school and carried me home by the arm.

He said, "No. His parents are just as good as dead outside. We can't afford to support them."

Suddenly, I dreamed of the original owner's memories.

Go to school with excitement.

After I went there, my brother and I shared a set of textbooks.

After class, I have to drag the little master home quickly.

Because I cooked late, I was beaten.

Before going to school, I promised not to delay the housework.

In the winter, the stove burns empty and there is no hot water.

Because hot water will accelerate the combustion of carbon.

The original owner could only wash clothes in cold water.

Every winter my hands feel like radishes.

It hurts and itches.

Pus and water are flowing out.

But no one will see.

After the two dreams, Gu Lixia was exhausted.

Wake up.

"System, are you there?"

"Yes, host, what's up?" The system's voice was cheerful.

"It's okay." Gu Lixia originally wanted to ask the system, but felt it was unnecessary.

I got up, went downstairs, snuggled in the hanging basket, opened the curtains and looked out the window.

Facing the bamboo forest in the backyard.

Why did Gu Lixia like the bamboo forest? It seemed that she had forgotten it herself.

But I once read a sentence that said, there is a place in this world whose existence is like a silent poem, a silent painting, and that is the bamboo forest.

Bamboo forest is a gift from nature, a sustenance for poets and writers, a practice for Zen masters and Taoists, and a yearning for the world.

Yes, it has an upright posture, green leaves, grows higher and higher, and has tenacious vitality, which makes people feel the power of life.

There is no night in Gu Lixia's space.

It simply replicates an ordinary day in July.

Gu Lixia, who had no desire to sleep, sat until the time indicated by her biological clock.

I went to the kitchen, heated up two cups of milk, and drank them.

Leave the space and open the gate.

Cleaned my room.

Came out to sweep the corridor again.

Jiang Xiu also got up.

Gu Lixia opened the door to the main room and fed the goslings water and food.

The goose house is a little small, but we can't let them run around the yard freely.

The time is too short and the goose doesn’t recognize people yet.

After feeding them for ten days or half a month, they will recognize people.

Then we can open it up.

If you want to stay in the yard, stay in the yard.

If someone wants to go out, you can take them with you.

It's sunny and hot now.

The red beans were almost dried in one day.

But Gu Lixia felt that it was not enough.