Chapter 183 Half a century of longing

"Ah! Grandpa Song is sorry, I didn't mean it, I couldn't help it..." As if I realized my behavior just now, Li Tian suddenly screamed. In front of an 80-year-old man himself, he called the other party's indecent nickname. This was a very rude thing, not to mention that the old man was also a superior to state power. Although he had a deep connection with his deceased grandfather, Li Tian looked at the expression on Mr. Song's face with some anxiety.

"Song Dapao!" When she heard someone calling out the nickname he used to be very familiar and friendly, Song Yongkang suddenly looked stunned. It's too long, and it's been too long. Old Master Song himself can't remember when he last heard someone call him like this, ten years ago, twenty years ago, or thirty years ago? His name, which is now little-known, has been quietly silent in the distant memories of the past, and now it has been found out at once, and a hundred kinds of feelings suddenly surge into his heart.

"Grandpa Song... are you okay?" Seeing that Mr. Song was silent for a moment, his eyes became a little dull. I thought that he was deeply trapped in some kind of memory, Li Tian couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I'm fine, you don't have to care. It's just that no one has called me like this for a long time. It reminds me of a lot of things in the past. Why, has the teacher ever talked to you about me before?" Li Tian's voice gradually made Mr. Song's eyes clear. When he saw the uneasy expression on Li Tian's face, he comforted him.

"Grandpa didn't mention much about him back then to me during his lifetime. I just heard him tell the story of the war that year, and I vaguely remembered that one of them had a man named Song named "Song Dapao". When I heard that you always knew my grandpa, I couldn't help but associate you with this nickname." Li Tian scratched his head embarrassedly and said.

"That's right, you Grandpa Song, I had such a nickname sixty years ago, and this nickname was given by the teacher. The teacher was just a regiment commander, and I was only twenty years old at the time, but I have been following the teacher to fight Japanese devils since I was sixteen. After several years of training, I have matured a lot. So the teacher asked me to be the acting company commander of a recruit company. For those recruits who have never been on the battlefield, of course, I, the company commander, would tell them about my past "glorious history", otherwise I would not be able to tell them about my past "glorious history", otherwise I would not be able to do so.

How could I suppress so many people at such a young age? Of course, there was a little bit of exaggeration when I talked, but I really made the new recruits stunned. But I never expected that I was heard by the teacher passing by. When I returned to the regiment headquarters, I laughed at me for not being able to fight, and my level of pulling cannons was quite high. So the nickname of "Song Cannon" was called out in the regiment headquarters." Mr. Song seemed to be explaining to Li Tian, ​​and he seemed to be recalling the joys of the past, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"By the way, when did the teacher leave?" Mr. Song, who was silent in his beautiful memories of the past, woke up again, his expression suddenly became silent and sad. He had learned from Song Yongjun that Li Tian's grandfather had passed away, and now he confirmed that Li Tian's grandfather was Yang Desheng, the teacher they had been searching for forty years but had no news. It was both fortunate and unfortunate for him to get this news. Forty years of waiting were the eternal sadness of the heavens.

"Grandpa left seven years ago. What's ashamed is that I haven't even been able to go back to worship him once in the past few years!" Thinking of the various cares my grandfather had for him in the past, Li Tian couldn't help but turn red and his voice became hoarse.

"Oh... I'll leave after all! I think we're even more ashamed of the popularity of our hometown than you. Forty years, we have been looking for it for forty years but can't find any news about the teacher. Before he goes, he can't even see his last side!" Song Yongkang closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, sighed, full of loneliness. Although he had been mentally prepared for this matter, Old Master Song had no mood to talk about it anymore.

His feelings for his teacher are beyond the reach of outsiders. When a small group of Japanese devils rushed into the village, burned, killed and plundered, left a mess, and countless villagers were killed and injured. At the age of sixteen, he and more than a dozen young and strong men in the same village were captured by the devils and worked as laborers. They thought they would die, but they were reborn in a month later. Yang Desheng led a company of Eighth Route Army soldiers to remove the Japanese stronghold and successfully rescued everyone who was imprisoned in it. At that time, Song

Yongkang met his teacher Yang Desheng for the first time. He lost his relatives and home. Since then, he has resolutely participated in the revolution. As the youngest soldier in the company, the company commander Yang Desheng took special care of him. He not only asked him to follow him as his servant, but also taught him to read and write, and was also caring for him in life. Later, Yang Desheng was promoted to regiment commander, brigade commander, division commander, and Song Yongkang always served under his command. Song Yongkang even had a feeling of being like a father and a brother.

Until the liberation of the country, Yang Desheng, who had experienced many battles, had grown into a capable general under He Shuai. At the age of 36, he was awarded the rank of lieutenant general by the Central Military Commission and served as deputy commander of the Second Field Army of the Southwest Military Region, and was transferred from his original troops. Because Song Yongkang had become the regiment commander at that time and could not be regulated at will, he had to separate from him. Although he was in the north and south, they still maintained a very close contact with each other. Until the beginning, Yang Desheng was framed and Song Yongkang lost all his information with him. After a full forty years, until today when he saw Li Tian, ​​what he got was the news that his most respected brother had passed away.

"Xiaotian, thank you for letting me, the old man, resolve this concern in the last part of my life, but I still hope to go to the teacher's grave to pay tribute." Old Master Song seemed to have become much older in an instant.

"I know, before returning to Germany this time, I will go back to worship him and my biological parents. When I walked out there, I swore in front of my grandfather's grave that I must make a name for myself before going back to see him. Now I have done it. I will notify you when I set off." Li Tian nodded seriously to Mr. Song.

"Okay, it's too late now, and I won't bother you to rest." Now he just wants to have a place where no one can disturb him and let him think about some things carefully.

"Grandpa Song, are you leaving now? But I still want to say to you..." Li Tian couldn't help but feel anxious when he heard that Mr. Song was about to leave now. He also wanted to learn more about grandpa from Grandpa Song.

"Needless to say, I know what you want to know. I will ask Yali to pick you up tomorrow morning, and then I will tell you everything the teacher is going to teach you." Mr. Song waved his hand.

"Yeah!" Looking at Mr. Song's sad figure, Li Tian didn't say anything anymore. Grandpa's death lost the closest person for him, but why is it the same for Mr. Song?
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