Li Weizhong replied, "We took the train for several days to arrive. It was then that I was demobilized."

"It's been so many years now"

Li Wangchuan pointed to the photo in the album that Li Sui'an took in the yard of Hu Bazhi's house and sighed, "After I rushed there with Wei Zhong, Uncle Hu had already been buried.

At that time, his wife was also under the gaze of others. At that time, she was holding such a photo and a sign in her hand.

I took Weizhong to live in their house for half a month, and I helped arrange the funeral of the old lady before I came back. Later, gradually, our two families gradually lost contact."

"Old man, I want to go look for it. Can you give me some directions?" Wei Ran asked.

"You come with me first"

As Li Wangchuan spoke, he refused the support of everyone around him, including Wei Ran, stood up with a cane, and led Wei Ran into his room.

"Lock the door." Li Wangchuan said, already sitting on the Taishi chair in front of the desk.

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran closed the door and locked it.

"Did you leave that one last time?" Li Wangchuan asked while making an "eight" sign with one hand.

"Did I get you into trouble?" Wei Ran asked.

"I'm not in trouble, but I'm really shocked."

Li Wangchuan smiled and said, "Young man, you are not as safe as you think in the news."

What can Wei Ran say? All he can do is keep smiling.

When he kept the box cannon, he just wanted to return it to its original owner and leave some thoughts for the Li family.

What's more, at that time, he was just a rookie among rookies in Hongqi Forest Farm.

"That thing, I already handed it in on the pretext of packing up the relics I accidentally found in the old house, and it is now on display in our local museum."

Mr. Li smiled when he said this, "Because of it, and because of the story of my old man and my third uncle, our city's TV station even came to interview reporters."

"I didn't think it through well at first," Wei Ran thanked him seriously, "Thanks to the old man for protecting me."

"I know you kid has a pure heart."

Mr. Li Wangchuan sighed, "But I still have to ask, what are you asking for? What made you waste so many years of time and energy on this matter that has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled calmly and said, "On the way here, my companion asked me the same question."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I also want to hear your answer"

When Mr. Li Wangchuan said this, the look in his old eyes became much sharper.

He thanked Wei Ran, but he was grateful, and he had to be vigilant to prevent anyone from making articles about his father's generation, even if he had seen news related to the young man in front of him in the official media in October.

"My companions and I said that someone has to do it." Wei Ran replied more calmly, "But the answer I give you is different.

What I pray for is the sacrifice and dedication of seniors Li Hexian and Li Sui'an of the Sichuan Army. I already hope that heroes like them can be remembered by future generations.

What I ask for is that you took all the loyal members of the Li family and the Zhou family to Shaocheng Park in person to pick up the jar of loess I brought from Teng County, so that they could return to their hometown.

What I pray for is that more people who have not experienced war can remember those broken halberds forgotten in the sinking sand and the loyal souls withered bones by the Wuding River."

At this point, Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "Old man, I am a historian, and my job is to fill in the gaps that have been omitted in history books.

Objectively speaking, I am still a humble person who is not short of money, at least I am a humble person who can be picky even if I eat soft food.

But as a human being, you have to have some serious pursuits in your last life.

My pursuit is to find those unknown heroes who hide and seek with future generations in the long history."

Hearing this, Li Wangchuan sighed, "No wonder you can find those Red Army seniors on the Long March."

"So, old man, are my reasons enough?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Mr. Li Wangchuan waved his hand, "I'm not doubtful, I'm just curious. You kid, are different from those crazy words posted on the Internet."

"You old man, do you still use the Internet?" Wei Ran curiously changed the subject.

"What are you talking about?"

As Mr. Li said this, he once again refused Wei Ran's help and stood up. He walked step by step to the cabinet against the wall with his cane.

Under Wei Ran's curious gaze, he opened the cabinet door and revealed an old-fashioned safe hidden inside. He took out a key from his pocket and said proudly as he unlocked it, "My good grandson Ziqiang, after more than ten years,

I was taught how to surf the Internet years ago.

What a bastard! When I’m not doing anything, I’m still scolding those weak-minded bitches and traitors on the Internet!”

While Wei Ran was grinning secretly, Mr. Li had already opened the heavy door of the safe, took out a few things and placed them on the table.

The first thing was a matchbox-sized sign wrapped in red cloth. The half plum blossom carved on it and the large number of scratch marks on the edge made Wei Ran recognize it. It was one of the rhino horn paperweights of the year.

Half a piece!

"This thing was given to me by my old man before he died."

Li Wangchuan picked up the rhinoceros horn sign and explained, "My old man was speechless at that time. He had been reciting the poem on the box gun and looking at the sign.

Back then, when I took Weizhong to attend the funeral, the old lady had a piece like this in her hand."

As he said that, he picked up a second thing. This was a paper shoe box. What was inside was actually yellowed letters!

"This is the correspondence between my old man and Hu Bazhi. When I remember, there were one or two letters every year, but there are only so many that can be found."

Mr. Li introduced, "Since you came here a few years ago, I have dug out these things from the bottom of the box, but I can't understand what's written inside."

As he said this, Mr. Li casually took out one and handed it to Wei Ran, saying in a joking tone, "You, a great historian, can you help me with the translation?"

"Master, please stop making fun of me." Wei Ran smiled and took the envelope.

This yellowed kraft paper envelope has a detailed delivery address, and the mottled postmark can barely tell that this letter was sent at the end of December 1984.

Looking up at Mr. Li again, Wei Ran didn't take out the letter until the other man nodded.

However, after seeing the few words on the letter, he couldn't help but become speechless.

This letter was written in argot, or rather, it was probably written in argot that only Li Sui'an and Hu Bazhi, and at most Unakan, could understand.

Even so, he could still vaguely guess that this letter, which was full of black language, might be talking about the fact that Zhao Jinyu's body was still not found.

He could guess, not that he could understand it, but just because he knew that the absence of Zhao Jinyu's body was a hurdle that Li Sui'an, Hu Bazhi, and even himself could not overcome.

"I don't understand either, but I guess..."

Wei Ran sighed, "I guess the two brothers may have been looking for the body and widow of the resistance fighter Zhao Jinyu."

"I hope the address written on this envelope can still find the Hu family."

Mr. Li also held an envelope and sighed, "They...why don't they want to say it?"

“Because it’s too difficult”

Wei Ran replied almost subconsciously, "Maybe it's because too many people died. I think... they may not want to recall those pains."

"yes"

Mr. Li Wangchuan, who had also joined the army and experienced war, was startled. Apparently, he also thought of some people who were buried in his memory but could never be forgotten.

Wei Ran said seriously, "Old man, I plan to follow this address to find the Hu family."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Mr. Li said equally seriously, "Since it is my father's last wish, I will go to Ao Island while my body is still strong to meet the descendants of the Zhao family and the Ma family."

"I will also give you the information about the sellers who sold box cannons and sabers that year."

Wei Ran said, "The seller is in Ulan-Ude, Russia, and he may have some connections with the Zhao family or the Ma family.

When the time comes, whether you, the Ma family, or the Zhao family want to meet, you can contact me at any time, and I will definitely do my best to be a landlord."

"Before that, let us do our best to be landlords!"

Mr. Li laughed and said, "You kid said you didn't come last time, but you made us wait for a meal that year."

"Old man, this time... I'm afraid I have to leave immediately." Wei Ran said apologetically.

"Leave immediately? This is..."

"Those letters from home are already more than eighty years late."

Wei Ran sighed, "I'm afraid it's too late. If I'm one day late, I might never find the recipient of any letter."

"That's right..."

Mr. Li sighed, and then said, "In this case, I will ask Weizhong and Ziqiang to follow you, so that they can recognize the way and start walking again in the future."

"It's causing trouble to your family."

Wei Ran's attitude became more and more apologetic. At this time, he really needed to use the name of the Li family to find Hu Bazhi's descendants. This was the fastest and safest way.

"You're so polite, kid." Mr. Li waved his hand, "I'll let Wei Zhong and his son prepare."

It seems like someone said something like this back then...

Wei Ran looked at Mr. Li Wangchuan walking out alone with a cane, and felt a little dazed for a moment.
Chapter completed!