Chapter 1987

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Luo Liansheng's remarks on the high-speed railway also prove this point.

There are no forever friends, only permanent interests --- in front of the old fox class big man, such words, should also be very suitable.

It is the king's way to put aside family affection and strive for more interests. Luo Ziling thinks that he should do the same, at least when dealing with Ling Jinhua.

Then, Luo Liansheng and Luo Xusheng talked about the recent events in Yanjing.

Luo Ziling has already known that Luo Xusheng has also intervened in what happened during this period of time. He let his other trusted subordinates come to Yanjing secretly to help with things. However, Luo Ziling did not contact them. They contacted Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun.

Luo Xusheng knows more about Yanjing, but there are still some things he doesn't know.

After listening to Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling, he was fully aware of the situation.

"It seems that it's not easy for me to work in Longteng this time," Luo Xusheng said with emotion. "I thought that if Nan's father promised me, the Yang family also backed down. There should be no problem. I didn't expect that things would be so complicated."

"When you get to Yanjing, you should make everything more complicated." Luo Liansheng reminds Luo Xusheng, and then points to Luo Ziling, "ling'er has safely adapted to the struggle in Yanjing. After you return to Yanjing, you should also adapt to it as soon as possible."

"Dad, I'll tell you something about Longteng. I think I know more about Longteng than you do." Luo Ziling told Luo Xusheng all the things he knew about Longteng.

Luo Xusheng did not interrupt, but listened quietly.

"After you go back to Yanjing, I'll give you some actual information," Luo Ziling murmured, "these materials will help you master Long Teng as soon as possible."

Luo Xusheng shook his head. "That's enough. I remember what you said. As for how to manage Longteng, I'd better wait until I go there, and then decide according to the actual situation. I have the ability to manage the dragon well. I'm not afraid of trouble. "

"OK," Luo Ziling looked at Luo Xusheng, and finally did not say anything.

Ling Jinhua woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

When he woke up, it was exactly three o'clock.

Huang Chen has arranged the afternoon activities to visit the Holocaust Memorial Hall.

Ling Jinhua originally wanted to go there with a low profile. Unexpectedly, when he was ready to go, those officials who came to meet him at noon were already waiting at the door of the hotel. In their words, to go to such a memorial place, they must accompany.

The meaning is almost like this: to visit the martyrs who died during the Anti Japanese war in an official capacity, and pay tribute to those innocent and dead compatriots.

Ling Jinhua did not refuse their company in the end.

Everyone changed their clothes. Luo Ziling also changed into a dark coat and white shirt.

Ling Jinhua is a suit of navy blue Zhongshan suit with white shirt inside.

When the motorcade arrived at the Holocaust Memorial Hall, there was a light rain. The dark sky was very solemn and depressing.

In order to receive Ling Jinhua, the memorial hall proposed to close the museum and refuse other visitors, but Huang Chen, who arranged the itinerary, refused.

He knows that Ling Jinhua doesn't like such an arrangement, and he doesn't want to be specialized.

Therefore, the officials can only take strict security measures, accompanied by the officials around Ling Jinhua to visit the Holocaust Memorial Hall.

The sculptures at the gate of the Holocaust Memorial Hall told them the sufferings of that year in silence, and everyone's heart became heavy.

Ling Jinhua's expression also became dignified. He looked at those reliefs for a long time, and his face became sad.

On a huge cross shaped stone tablet, the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300000" are written. Under the dark curtain of the sky, everything is extremely solemn and stirring. Five star red flag hunting flutter, that bright red, more exciting.

The people's blood dyed the flag red.

There was no one to speak, and all were solemn and solemn.

Ling Jinhua did not immediately go forward, but stood in front of the cross shaped stone tablet with the words "1937.12.13-1938.1".

All the people behind him stood with him, staring at the stone tablet for a long time, and no one spoke.

Only a few reporters arranged by the government were taking photos from different angles.

"My great grandfather, December 13, 1937 is the day of disaster in China. Jinling City was destroyed. The capital of China at that time was reduced to the hands of ghosts and hundreds of thousands of compatriots suffered. The crimes of devils are beyond description. " Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua's mind. He walked to him and said in a soft voice: "although I have not experienced the disaster, the war of defending the country, which has killed tens of millions of people, I know that it is the permanent scar engraved in the hearts of all Chinese compatriots, and the eternal pain and humiliation of our Chinese people. In any case, we can't forget the disaster. The 35 million victims, the soldiers who died for the country, and the compatriots killed by ghosts, still have no rest. ""I was born in 1927, and my father was a battalion commander of the Northeast Army. At the time of the September 18th Incident, he did not listen to the orders of the summit to give up the resistance. Instead, he led the whole battalion to resist bravely, and finally all of them died. " Ling Jinhua said in a low voice, "my mother was devastated by the news that my father died in his country. Without me, she would have followed her beloved man. Later, she took me and fled to the Inner Mongolia. That year, I was in my fifties, and she was twenty-seven. "

No one expected that Ling Jinhua would talk about such things in public, and no one knew that Ling Jinhua's father was actually an officer of the Northeast Army.

No one said anything, even a few reporters slowed down, can't bear to disturb the old man to recall the past.

"Fortunately, under the care of some of my father's comrades in arms, my mother and I finally settled down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the war soon spread to North China. My mother was afraid of my accident and took me to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was garrisoned by the Northeast Army and the northwest army. Because we were family members of the Northeast Army, we were resettled. On July 7, 1937, the July 7 Incident broke out. I was eleven years old and my mother was thirty-three Ling Jinhua continued to tell his story, "later, my mother died in the chaos, and I became an orphan. Later, I joined the Red Army. That year, I was 15 years old! When I was 16 years old, in a battle, I personally killed a little devil. At the end of the battle, I was crying in the trenches. I feel like I can avenge my parents. "

Ling Jinhua said very emotional, Luo Ziling heard, a little sour nose.

A accompanying female staff member, hearing this, couldn't help but shed tears. Some other people were also moved.

But Luo Ziling is still not clear, Ling Jinhua and he said these things for what.

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