After getting up in the morning, Zhuo Yang couldn't take care of the cold through the Alps, and he began to practice the piano with only a loose thin sweater on his upper body. But recently he didn't have much thought to drill on those famous songs, and the letter hand popped up "My Motherland".

There are also "Heroic Hymn", "Yellow River Chorus", etc. These are the tunes that he learned when he started learning piano when he was a child. The earliest memorizations are also memorized. I won't forget. Every time Zhuo Yang played these tracks, he would think of his mother’s childhood holding a feather duster every day in his childhood, intimidating the unforgettable memory of practicing the piano.

　　 But today these pieces played, Zhuo Yang thought of old Mu's father Uncle Mu. Uncle Mu is an old soldier. Whenever Zhuo Yang played these revolutionary songs to him when he was a kid, Uncle Mu lipped his lips, thinking that the piano popped too soft and not as powerful as the whole group chorus. Although he disliked it, Uncle Mu always liked to let Zhuo Yangtan listen to him.

　　 didn't play long, Zhuo Yang stopped, and after sitting on the piano stool for a while, after seeing the time was okay, he called Lao Mu again.

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　　 "Mr. Mu, there will be a meeting at Guangde Building in the evening, and the seats are all set. How about, I will accompany you to myself?" Hou San'er said to Lao Mu with a waist.

　　Guangde Building is an old-fashioned opera garden outside the front gate of Dashilan. It was built in about the same time as the Paris Opera House and the La Scala Theatre in Italy. There are traditional operas and other performances here every day, which is ‘hui’

　　 "Good!" Lao Mu shook Dengdeng's head and squeezed a smile. "I'll go to you with you that night."

　　Old Mu doesn't know what he is feeling now, anyway, it is not uncomfortable, nor is it sad. Perhaps it is the kind of "emptiness" that the cultural youth often say, maybe, it is overwhelmed.

　　 Father is dead!

　　More than two weeks ago, old Mu's father Uncle Mu finally failed to get out of the ward again. He died of kidney failure at the age of 76.

　　Old Mu sent Zhuo Yang to visit his father on holiday in Xi'an. He stayed for another week to see the situation was still the same. He told his mother and returned to Beijing. The business was very busy. He didn't want to be too delayed. Although the person was gone, Lao Mu still called home every night to check the situation.

　　 said for a while that he had improved, he could lose his temper by drinking porridge, and then said that he was still confused and no one knew, and the hospital refused to leave the hospital. Old Mu planned to take the time to go back again, but suddenly received a call from the elder sister: "Come back quickly, Dad... Almost not."

　　When Lao Mu hurried back to the hospital again, his father had fallen into survivor in the ICU, but he was forced to continue his life by taking a shot of adrenaline from time to time. The ward was full of people. Old Mu had not seen so many people around his father in a long time. Some of them knew him, such as Uncle Xing in the Provincial Committee Office and Uncle Zhao in the Armed Forces Department. There are many people he has never seen before, some of them are soldiers, some are no longer. Uncle Xing told Lao Mu that these were his father's old men, all soldiers brought by his father in different periods, and some people's lives were rescued by the father from the battlefield, and today they came from the south and the north.

　　 The interval between each needle maintenance is getting shorter and shorter, and the doctor has made it clear that it cannot exceed two hours. The two sisters did not dare to cry, the mother was persuaded to go home in advance, all eyes were looking at Lao Mu.

　　Old Mu didn't know why he didn't feel sad, but he was very depressed, so depressed that he wanted to escape from the hospital, but he knew he couldn't.

　　Father lay there with his eyes closed, his lips kept mumbling, but he could not make any sound, and his lips were very dry. The elder sister wiped his father's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water and cried to his ears, crying and asking him: "Dad, if you have anything, say it, we all remember." But the father couldn't say anything.

Both sisters are more than ten years older than Mu. Uncle Mu has serious patriarchal thoughts. He does not think women are suitable for working in the army, so the two sisters of Lao Mu wanted to join the army after graduating from high school but were reprimanded by their father. Later refused. The eldest sister went to the shopping mall as a salesperson, and the second eldest sister technical school entered the textile factory after training. After receiving several years of meager salary in the work unit, both sisters were laid off. The eldest sister now runs a small dining table next to the middle school, and the eldest brother-in-law works in the education committee after switching from firefighting. The second elder sister is at home as a military officer, and the second elder husband is a pilot of the Air Force Deputy Regiment, flying an old F-6 trainer.

　　 It is impossible to say that the two sisters had no complaints against their father, but at this time all their grievances had disappeared. They cried and swollen their eyes because the father was leaving.

　　 But Lao Mu couldn't cry!

　　Lao Mu didn't have much affection with his father. Since he remembered, his father hadn't spoken to him properly. He was either training him or beating him, or he was about to beat him. He knew that his father entrusted himself with the mission of inheriting the glory of soldiers, but he didn't want to. Because jail broke the road to join the army, his father's body collapsed, but Lao Mu still didn't want to be a soldier. That year, Beijing Xiaoge said that he could help him wear military uniforms, but was rejected by Lao Mu. Perhaps this is precisely because of his rebellion against his father.

　　The nurse made another injection, less than ten minutes before the last injection. The doctor said that in this case, in accordance with the regulations, no more injections. Everyone knows that Uncle Mu has reached the last few minutes of his life.

　　 Lao Mu looked at his father whose lips were shaking. He wanted to squeeze out a few tears, but he couldn't do it. At this time, he didn't feel a little sad.

　　Father is from Shandong, so his ancestry should also be from Shandong. My father left his hometown at the age of 13 and left his grandmother he had never seen before. He followed the army to the south and went to war ~lightnovelpub.net~ I heard that when my grandmother died, my father was attacking the support station of the 59th Division of the Japanese Army in Zaozhuang. The rest of the family had already fallen in the war years. My father has never returned to his hometown in Shandong since the 1950s. He has lived in the military melting pot for a lifetime. His father has not spoken the Shandong dialect, but like many people. Such a bite is not very standard Mandarin.

　　 The sign monitor sounded the alarm again. Uncle Mu's heartbeat and pulse quickly became slow and blood pressure dropped rapidly. The doctor nodded to Old Mu and Uncle Xing. There were so many people rushing in the ward, many people bowed outside the door in the hallway, they were all around Uncle Mu.

　　 Uncle Mu's chapped lips no longer tremble, he suddenly opened his eyes, but still has a pair of tiger eyes under his pale face and pale hair. Uncle Mu stared straight at the ceiling, trying to lift his head away from the bed.

　　 Sister quickly wiped away her tears and joined her father's ear: "Dad, what else do you have...". Uncle Xing also asked softly, "Master, what do you have to explain?"

　　 Uncle Mu didn't answer, so he kept staring at the ceiling, glaring and blinking. Suddenly, the accented Shandong dialect screamed out of his mouth.

　　 "Mum--, I'm going to fight the devil!!"

　　With a long breath, Uncle Mu closed his eyes, and the old hero died!

　　 There was a cry in the ward, and Uncle Xing ordered: "Everyone, send it to the teacher! Salute--!!!"

　　 Thirty or forty adult men tears in their eyes, thirty or forty arms raised like a monument to record history.

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