eurekapd Chapter 427 No Victory, No Return
Chapter 427 No Victory, No Return
Zheng Xiangqian unfolded the letter—Dear children: By the time you see this, I should already be gone.
I am very sorry that I was not there to accompany you as you grew up and that I did not fulfill my responsibilities as a father.
I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only hope that you can take good care of your mother and that your family can be safe and happy.
The items in the cabinet represent my atonement; I hope they can help you in some way.
Rest assured, these items are all from legitimate sources; I have compiled a list of their origins.
Xiangqian, you decide how to allocate it. Please return that little box to your mother; inside is a gold ring. My first pot of gold came from pawning it and earning it through small business.
The ring was the one your mother slipped into my pocket when I left home. Later, I redeemed it and it's been with me for half my life...
Zheng Xiangqian held the letter tightly, his brow furrowing slightly. His father's image grew clearer in his mind, as if he could see himself as a child, riding a horse on his father's shoulders...
"Little sister, it's precisely because I've been poor that I know the importance of money, and that's why I'm even more afraid of being greedy! Especially the Zhibei family, whose relationship is now precarious, they can't withstand even the slightest storm."
Father hopes our whole family will be happy. Choose one; Father has high hopes for you, and you're the only one who can carry on his legacy.” Zheng Xiangqian didn't change his mind.
“Okay!” Song Tingnan looked at the huge safe, which was filled with gold and silver jewelry. A teardrop-shaped pendant caught her eye and she really wanted it.
She followed her heart and took it, saying, "Big brother, I'll choose this one."
Zheng Xiangqian looked over and said, "The design is nice, but it's a bit small. It's probably not worth much."
Song Tingnan chuckled, "Big brother, you're really contradictory. You're willing to donate a whole bunch, but now you're complaining that the small one I chose isn't worth much. Didn't you say you wanted to keep it as a memento? I just like this little water droplet."
"Okay, whatever you like!" Zheng Xiangqian scratched his head.
The next day, Song Tingnan brought Zheng Yueqiang's ashes home. This was the second time Song Tingnan had brought an urn home, so she was quite experienced.
She had prepared a black cloth to cover the urn and a black umbrella for shade. Of course, she couldn't just casually carry the urn through the city, so Song Tingnan bought a black travel bag.
Zheng Xiangqian carried his bag, his nose stinging with tears. He had finally found his father, and a hero at that.
Although it cannot be made public by the Japanese side due to various sensitive issues, the fact that the Chinese people have not forgotten him is already the greatest comfort.
"Brother, the Premier asked me to ask for your opinion on whether Uncle should return to his hometown or be buried in Longzhou Martyrs' Park. They will come to pick him up from the airport."
"Let's go to the Martyrs' Cemetery. He should be remembered, not just relegated to a corner. Once we leave, no one will care about him anymore." Zheng Xiangqian was quite farsighted. Their entire brigade was a mixed bag, and not everyone was righteous.
Once they learn about Zheng Yueqiang's past and that he returned from Japan, those lawless individuals who believe "the moon is brighter abroad" will probably try to destroy his grave.
If even in death one cannot find peace, why not let the state protect one and the people revere one?
“Brother, let’s visit him often in the future. Treetops, branches, roots, mountains, water, and family are all close to him. I think Uncle will dream of returning to his hometown. Let me sing him a song and take him home.” On the way to the airport, Song Tingnan was also filled with thoughts.
“Okay, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard you sing.” Zheng Xiangqian readily agreed, feeling a surge of anger that needed to be dispelled by his singing.
A cup of turbid wine, a thousand miles from home
Unable to return home indefinitely
The Qiang flute plays softly, and frost covers the ground.
The drums of battle sound
The blood shed by our ancestors
Never been convinced by anyone
Now it's our turn to protect.
Nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers of territory
It is the soldiers' reluctance to leave home.
The students' incense and candles late at night
Strive for the rise of China
My heart is red as I walk this long road.
With one heart and one mind, we dispelled every cloud in our path.
Even if you only have a rough outline at the beginning, you can forge your own path.
Chinese men, with their steely resolve, take every step with unwavering determination.
If you straighten your back and still have the energy, then you can stand up for what's right when you see injustice on the road.
I simply swung my sword lightly.
The threats have all surfaced.
Destroy all foreign conspiracies
Then calculate their debts
We will try our best.
Fulfill all the visions in your heart
Let the whole world see
The giant dragon of the East is soaring into the sky.
Autumn scenery and foreign lands beyond the Great Wall
Geese fly away without a second thought
The sounds from all sides rose up.
The setting sun closes the lonely city.
A cup of turbid wine, a thousand miles from home
Unable to return home indefinitely
The Qiang flute plays softly, and frost covers the ground.
The drums of battle sound
……
With a screech, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. "Miss, stop singing! Someone's blocking the way. Have you offended anyone? Get out of the car, don't drag me into this!"