Senior Superstar

In the room, looking at the things in the old wooden box, and then looking at the content on the ipad, a group of old fans were stunned.

Not for anything else, just because Liu Feng is an old urchin in the eyes of everyone. No matter what, I can't connect with the veterans who fought in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and crawled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhang Weiyu frowned, looked at the old man carefully, and asked suspiciously: "Brother Liu Feng has been to North Korea? Why have you never heard of him?"

Not to mention Zhang Weiyu was suspicious, even Liu Feng's grandson was confused.

"I haven't seen him move this box. I kept telling him to wait for him and pass it to me when he left. My dad and I thought it was some old antique or something, and didn't take it seriously. This, this matter, Grandpa Never mentioned it!"

Amid everyone's disbelief, Li Shixin silently shook off the old military uniform, and with a burst of dust, a booklet fell to the ground.

Picking up the booklet, opening it and reading it carefully, Li Shixin silently handed the booklet to Liu Feng's grandson.

On the title page of the booklet, the handwriting written with a pen has been blurred.

But the faint handwriting, if you look carefully, you can still see some content written in Chinese and Korean bilingual;

"Awarded for participating in the second battle of the second battle against the US. Invasion and the Motherland. War

Comrade Liu Feng, soldier of the 20th Army of the Ninth Corps. "

In the wide eyes of Liu Feng's grandson and a group of old fans, Li Shixin looked at the photos and letterhead in the box, and heaved a long sigh.

"Your grandfather once fought a near-death battle."

Although the information on the merit book is incomplete, I don't know which army Mr. Liu Feng belonged to at that time. But from the only information available, Li Shixin still roughly knew why Liu Feng was cold.

In the second battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the 20th Army of the Ninth Corps only fought one battle that could award a soldier with a three-level national flag medal.

That battle was called Changjin Lake.

A group of old fans looked at the merit book, and then looked at the content on the ipad, and fell silent.

And Liu Feng's grandson clenched his fists tightly, his cheeks trembling.

However, when everyone was silent, Li Shixin shook off the dusty 50-style military uniform vigorously, and put it on his body.

In the confusion of the crowd, he picked up the military cap at the bottom of the press box and put it on his head. After fastening the buttons of the slightly smaller military uniform every moment, he strode up to Mr. Liu Feng.

Looking steadily at Liu Feng whose eyes were out of focus and whose lips were trembling, Li Shixin took a deep breath.

"Liu Feng!"

A loud roar echoed in the room.

With this loud roar, Liu Feng's old eyes trembled slightly, but he still didn't respond.

"What are you doing? The American devils are about to break through our position!"

Li Shixin yelled again, which made the old man's eyes tremble.

"It's cold, it's cold, instructor, I can't stand it anymore, it's cold, it's too cold."

"Brother Feng!" Seeing Mr. Liu Feng's reaction, a group of old fans immediately rushed forward, but Li Shixin stretched out his hand to block it.

Seeing the fear and pain on Liu Feng's face, Li Shixin gritted his teeth.

"Liu Feng, get up! You are a fighter, you can't escape. The enemy, the enemy is about to break out! Pick up your gun, get up, get up!"

"Instructor, I'm bored. My hands and feet don't listen, I don't listen. The squad leader froze to death, Lao Lin, Lao Lin also froze to death, Sanxiao, Aso, all, they all froze to death. They know, they know Frozen to death here, let me put on their clothes. Let me live. But I can't, I can't stand it. Instructor, it's too cold, I really can't stand it."

Seeing Liu Feng trembling and talking tremblingly, Li Shixin's nose became sour, and he held Liu Feng's hands that looked like dead branches.

"Get up, be obedient! The battle is over and we have won. Life is getting better, you have to take a good look at this colorful world, and talk to the squad leader, Lao Lin, and San Xiao Aso about what life is like now! "

Hearing this, Liu Feng trembled all over, and his eyes regained a little clarity.

Immediately, wow cried out!

"You are not an instructor, and the instructor is freezing to death!"

"You are Shixin, you can't fool me, you are Shixin!

Shixin, we didn't win! Fighting with the American devils in Changjin Lake for more than 20 days, the weather was more than 40 degrees below zero, and we ate ten meals in a row in more than 20 days. We were so cold and hungry that we couldn't move, and watched the American devils run away La!

The whole company, I'm the only one left!

Shixin, they said to leave only one seedling, let me pass on the Lianqi, and let me show them what the motherland that I have defended so hard will look like in the future. Let me try all the fun and delicious ones, and tell them when I burn the paper.

Shixin, why should I tell their children this year to send cotton clothes and food to those second sticks! Shixin, tell me, what should I tell them this year? !

The Tiger Regiment of Rao Shizi had even the regiment flag handed over by the brothers of the 68th Army. These children have all forgotten. Shixin, you said that those brothers who died knew how sad, how sad."

His hands were tightly clenched by Liu Feng, and Li Shixin bit his lip in pain.

"Brother Feng, cheer up. It doesn't matter if you forgot, just let them remember it again!"

Faced with Li Shixin's comfort, Mr. Liu Feng waved his hands weakly.

"Forget it, it's about Chen Zhima rotten millet."

While speaking, the old man's figure withered away like a withered branch.

No matter how Li Shixin and a group of old fans tried to persuade him, he stopped talking.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, several of Liu Feng's children hurried back.

Seeing the chaos at home, Li Shixin greeted Liu Feng's grandson and Liu Jianye, Liu Feng's youngest son whom he had met before, and left.

On the street outside the villa.

"Brother Shixin, what do you say about Brother Feng?"

"Hey, Brother Feng is heartbroken. Look at the way you were just now. You didn't say a word, and your eyes were lost. It's like a different person before, and it hurts to look at it."

"He used to be such a lively old man, he looked like he could live to be a hundred years old. But look at his state this afternoon. I'm afraid it's a shame."

"If you want me to say, these little bastards should be hanged up and beaten! Damn, the star chasers don't even know their own last names. They even sent supplies to the cold country army, this mother. This mother is a white-eyed wolf. !"

Seeing a group of old fans talking about Liu Feng's dejected and anxious appearance, Li Shixin pursed his mouth.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the setting sun that was about to set in the distance, and his gaze became firm.

"Old Wu, you go back to Brother Feng's house."

"Ah? What are you doing?" Wu Ming at the side raised his head when he heard Li Shixin's greeting.

"Let Liu Feng's grandson take that box and take it to the small theater for me."

"Why do you want that?"

Facing the puzzled gazes of Wu Ming and a group of old fans, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Brother Feng, this is a heart disease. Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine."

"Success." Wu Ming nodded, saw Li Shixin stopped a taxi after he finished speaking, and asked curiously, "Why are you going?"

"Take the computer, scold your mother!"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of old fans, Li Shixin closed the car door with a "bang".

If the breath held in my heart is not released, I am afraid that the old man will be suffocated to death!