During the Battle of Qamdo in 1950, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Kelsang) was injured and disabled and retired.

In the autumn of 1952, he took the initiative to apply for transfer to Ganzi as a rural teacher.

In the summer of 1980, on a rainy night, it ended without any illness.

Nurse Ji Chunlan joined the Party honorably after walking out of the grassland in August 1936. She participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Tidal Waves.

In the autumn of 1952, Ji Chunlan died during a U.S. bombing raid while protecting the wounded.

While Wei Ran subconsciously clenched his fist, the quill pen still didn't stop, and continued to write lines of golden handwriting on another line.

In the winter of 1940, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang) and Comrade Ji Chunlan became revolutionary partners.

In October 1945, the two gave birth to a son, named Jiang Ji.

In November 1949, after many searches, the two of them found Zhu Hongjun, the orphan of Comrade Zhao Wanya, and adopted her as their adopted daughter.

In the autumn of 1952, after Ji Chunlan's death, Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang), his young son Jiang Ji, and his adopted daughter Zhu Hongjun went to Jingchu. After half a year, they finally found Liu Youxiang's widow and children, and began to establish correspondence.

In the summer of 1980, after Jiang Yu (Jiangba Gesang) passed away, his son Jiang Ji and adopted daughter Zhu Hongjun respected their father's will and sent his body to Songpan Grassland for sky burial.

After writing this, the metal quill started another line again and wrote down a detailed address in Hongyuan County, as well as the name "Jiang Xiangyang" and a string of mobile phone numbers.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran waited for a moment, and the metal quill pen wrote another line of golden handwriting: "Little comrade, this is the new world we built. She may not be perfect, she may still have some flaws.

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But I still hope you can like this new world. The future long march depends on you, and I hope you can make it better and better."

Leave it to us...

As Wei Ran sighed softly, the light yellow page turned to the back with confidence. The metal quill pen was also under the golden whirlpool, and he wrote apologetically, "Sorry, comrade, we really have nothing to leave you.

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After reading this sentence, Wei Ran knew without any knowledge or with a blessed mind that two bamboo baskets were carried on a pole in the golden vortex, and there was nothing in the bamboo baskets.

Those revolutionary predecessors said they gave him nothing, but in fact they gave him everything they could.

Wiping his face randomly, Wei Ran was about to turn to the previous page to see if the 24 photos he had taken were there, but the pages of the metal book began to flip forward, and finally stopped at the first page.

Page.

In Wei Ran's suddenly tensed nerves, the "Captain" in the "Rank" column also turned into a blood-red "Major".

Before his face showed joy, the metal book started turning the pages again, showing him the countdown beating on the whirlpool with Rollei twins and anti-Japanese swords.

What took so long...

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. Both countdowns started at 1,000 hours, which translates to almost a month and a half.

Seeing that the quill that had completed the work returned to the cover, Wei Ran couldn't wait to turn to the latest page, took out the negatives in the paper bag next to the black and white photo and counted them carefully.

After confirming that none of the 24 negatives was too much or too little, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone, opened the map function, and entered the address provided in the metal book.

"Not too far, not too close..."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, put away the medicine bottles and other items placed on the bath towel one by one, and locked them in the safe in the hotel room.

Sitting on the sofa, he recalled what happened before entering the historical episode. He picked up the car keys and left the hotel room. While going downstairs, he sent a message to Xia Shushi, who was still receiving oxygen in the hospital, and drove away again.

Went to the small high ground where the medicine bottles and other items were found.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before leaving Songpan County, he went to a small supermarket to buy ice cream of various flavors, and then went to a small restaurant to pack some delicious dishes and a large bowl of ice cream.

rice.

Doesn't he know that "there are spirits in heaven" is just a self-comfort for the living, but how can he make himself look at everything he has experienced rationally?

After more than an hour's drive, when he returned here, there was heavy snowfall and cold wind blowing outside the car window.

Sitting in the car with the heater blowing on, Wei Ran shivered involuntarily, and then looked down at the jacket he was wearing and the down vest he was wearing underneath.

It was really hard for him to imagine how those people persisted in the past - even if he followed a small part of the journey.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran opened the car door, carried the food and drinks he bought, and walked towards the small highland again.

Returning to the camping spot, he placed the plates of food and drinks he had bought on the grass, then picked up an orange-flavored ice cream, tore it open, and sat cross-legged on the ground, in this snowy and cold weather.

He bit off a piece and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

"Your wish came true"

Wei Ran, who was chewing ice cream in his mouth, reported vaguely to the comrades, "Now the white rice can be eaten. You see, apart from the rice, the rest of what I brought is meat and vegetables. The price is too high."

It is very cheap and every household can afford it.

Everyone can also enjoy the ice cream, which comes in all flavors.

I also specially brought vanilla, chocolate and cantaloupe flavors for you to try."

Having said this, Wei Ran wiped his eyes, "In this brand new world you have created, Ram will no longer be treated as a slave.

No one can arbitrarily chop off other people's hands and feet or gouge out other people's eyes. No one is born to be someone else's mount. No one can use other people's skin to make thangkas or use skulls to make wine bowls.

Your wishes have come true. Although some people still feel that this new world is not perfect and fair enough, and there are still some flaws and dissatisfactions, the rest is left to us."

As he spoke, he took out the oil bucket from the metal book and filled the porcelain bowls with boiling hot butter tea with a large amount of sugar added.

In the dense water vapor, he could clearly see the young Red Army soldiers each holding an ice cream and happily eating it and sharing it with each other. The faces of those who were always young were also full of satisfaction and joy.

I hope this prosperous world goes as you wish...

After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran murmured in despair, put away the oil drum and carefully picked up the packaging bags around it, leaving only the porcelain bowls and plates filled with hot dishes and butter tea, and a plate full of torn
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