I couldn't sleep, so I wrote a few sentences.
Chen Qi, or Chen Qi, or Chen Qi.
He is probably the first volunteer veteran I have known since I can remember.
There is no way, the straight-line distance is only as far as a courtyard wall, it is difficult to recognize them.
In my childhood memories, he was an old man who was not very popular with children.
Every time I saw him throughout the day, he was silent most of the time, sitting at the entrance of the alley with a straight face, smoking a cigarette without a filter and with earthy yellow paper, quietly Looking at the people passing by without saying hello or avoiding them, what a more beautiful expression.
The old man was not as kind as other old people. In the eyes of children, it seemed that he was always sulking. That was probably the image.
I rarely see him smile, it can be said that I have never seen him smile, and I rarely even hear him say anything.
I only remember the cigarettes he smoked with khaki paper, his scary face, and the deep wrinkles on his face.
When adults talk about him, most of them describe him as, "Old Chen Qi, he went to fight in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and the state pays him money every month."
In the northern rural areas of the 1990s, such comments were undoubtedly full of envy for the money distributed by the state.
But few people, or no one has ever said, why the country gives him money every month.
Chen Qi, the "old man" who is not liked by children, has never mentioned why the state gives him money.
I think maybe others don’t want to mention it because they don’t think it’s necessary to mention it, and they think he should just take the money.
I think he didn’t want to mention it, probably because he didn’t want to recall certain things.
Of course, this idea came to me at the beginning of writing this book and this story.
In fact, I don’t know if the old man who was not very popular with children in my childhood memory was a health worker at the time. I don’t know what kind of battles and pains he went through, and what kind of past events he hides. I don’t even want to mention it.
In fact, I only remember that my childhood playmate, his grandson, once complained that his grandfather was very stingy and never gave him pocket money, even "the money given by the state" "That money" has not been spent on anyone in the family, but I go to the post office to remit money every month. His grandson didn’t know who he would remit it to, and I certainly didn’t know it.
But now that I think about it, the old man who is not liked by children must be thinking about some people in his heart.
I think if he had not participated in that war. Probably he will smile every day like other old people in the village.
I think he must have left something very important on the battlefield and fell into silence after returning home.
To this day, the old man I haven’t seen for more than ten years still strikes me as an old man who is not liked by children.
Fortunately, I am no longer a child.
So, thank you to Chen Qi, who was once equally young, equally sunny and cheerful, and talked about everything.
Thank you to the taciturn old man Chen Qi who sits at the entrance of the alley all day long.
Thank you to more Chen Qi whose names I don’t know, and also to those Chen Qi who didn’t make it home.
Thank you for eating the hardships we deserve in advance.
Thank you for fighting the battle we had to fight.
Thank you for allowing us to straighten our backs and enjoy the peace we have long been accustomed to. ,Please remember:,Free fastest update No anti-theft No anti-theft