The Party and the Patriotic Republic of China used the provincial high-level relations to rehabilitate Li Weidong. He went around himself, but to no avail. The judges had been in the case sentenced in the 1970s for many years, and the parties involved were not alive. The relevant evidence had long been lost, and it was impossible to overturn the original judgment and retrieval.

The only thing that can be done is to give Li Weidong a decent funeral. The Party and Patriotic Kingdom used a lot of resources to do this. On the day of the memorial service, thousands of veterans from all over the country who participated in the Anti-Soviet War gathered in the Omi Martyrs Cemetery to bid farewell to this old guerrilla captain who died in obscurity in peacetime. It was extremely honorable.

Li Weidong's daughter and son-in-law were shocked. In their hearts, their father was just an old blind man with a bad temper and bragging, and had nothing to do with heroes. Especially her daughter felt more deeply. When she was a child, her father loved drinking and beating people, and had bad relationships with neighbors. Later, some people said that Lao Li was a labor camper. The whispers of neighbors and the ridicule of her classmates made her childhood shrouded in the shadows. Now she finally understood that her father was the victim of unjust prison and a strong fighting hero.

Amid the sound of sorrow, the hero's ashes were placed in the top tombs in the Martyrs' Cemetery. A squad of armed police guards fired guns to see the martyrs off. The gunshots alarmed the jackdaw on the old tree. A gust of wind blew, and it snowed, and it was blowing, just like the cold afternoon with mustard and snowflakes in November 1970, Li Weidong's soul finally gathered with his comrades again.

Outside the cemetery, a black car was parked quietly. In the car was an old man in a suit and ties, with silver hair, thin cheeks covered with old man spots, and a small commemorative badge of Sino-US friendship on his clothes. If Li Weidong's soul floated here, he would recognize him as a CIA spy who was 47 years ago, the pseudonym John Lynch.

John Lynch is a pseudonym, his real name is Benjamin Cook, a former captain of the US Army Rangers and a former senior CIA agent. He is 77 years old this year and retired twenty years ago, but he has been paying attention to Cuiwei Mountain and the 1970 time travel incident, which is the secret he pursues throughout his life.

The elderly Lao Lin insists on surfing the Internet and watching Chinese TV programs every day, paying attention to all news from Omi. The incident of Dang Paiguo organizing a funeral for Li Weidong was spread online by enthusiastic netizens. Lao Lin, who was watching TV at his home in New Jersey, immediately booked a flight ticket to China.

Li Weidong's funeral was held in the snow, and the show was very high, just using a cannon cart to pull the coffin. This is the standard for the general to be buried. In view of Li Weidong's situation, he could not do this. Of course, Lao Lin knew that Li Weidong had been imprisoned for seven years and had a difficult life, so there must be someone behind this grand funeral, and this person is probably the ones who traveled to 1970.

The old agent raised his pocket telescope and squinted his eyes to look at the funeral scene. He saw Dang Aiguo and Liu Yanzhi, as well as Lei Meng, who had his plaster arms hanging on him, and Yu Hanchao. These four people were as young as forty-seven years ago, no different.

Lao Lin hurriedly took out nitroglycerin tablets and ate one. The shocking discovery made the old heart overload.

It's almost fifty years, and the first time he's so close to the truth.

...

After the funeral, Dang Aiguo and Liu Yanzhi drove Lei Mengyu Hanchao back to the ward. Both of them suffered gunshot wounds, so they naturally could not stay in ordinary hospitals. Instead, they lived in Antai's private hospital. Zhuzi also lived here. One week after the operation, his physical recovery was very ideal.

The private hospital is located in the suburbs with beautiful scenery and fresh air. The ward is kept constant temperature. Outside the window is green grass and gurgling spring water. The columns are lying on the automatic bed of lifting and lowering air pressure. He is in a complicated mood and is not very comfortable with this comfortable environment.

In the consciousness of the pillar, such a luxurious place is only available in capitalist countries. Socialist hospitals should be white walls and white beds and red crosses, rather than this light, plain, elegant and warm decoration style. The patient rice is not a noodles with poached eggs in large enamel bowls, but an unknown meal in exquisite porcelain and a variety of fruits, pastries and drinks. Of course, the milk used by the rich wife of the capitalist to take a bath is also indispensable.

Zhuzi didn't like this kind of meal very much. When he was studying at the base politics, he once heard from the instructor that only the rotten ruling class pursued a luxurious and lewd living standard, and paid attention to the so-called food and fine stew. He yearned for the big steamed buns and sorghum rice in the canteen of the Jiujima Base, and the vermicelli vermicelli and the red pickles in the snow. That was the meal that the soldiers should eat.

Also, the nurses were so disliked. Zhuzi's aesthetic view was still in the era when girls "don't like red dresses and armed clothes". The May Fourth head, the five-three thick feet, the generous voice and the black and red skin were the most ideal companions of the proletarian revolutionaries. This kind of slender waist, fair skin, and whispered softly is clearly the Kuomintang female spy in the movie, the beautiful snake, and the petite capitalist lady, which made Zhuzi very disgusted.

The door opened, and Zhuzi's comrades walked in. Liu Yanzhi, who was walking in the front, also took a bouquet of flowers. Zhuzi disagreed. It was not that he didn't like flowers, but under his simple aesthetic view, he admired the bright red camellia, rather than the colorful and charming flowers of all kinds.

Liu Yanzhi put the flowers in the vase, pulled a chair and sat down, and asked Zhuzi: "How do you feel?"

"It's not good to eat." Zhuzi complained, his eyes rolling around the leader's clothes. Liu Yanzhi did not wear a military uniform with a red collar and red hat badge. He changed into a military green windbreaker with four pockets. He also had a pair of blue labor cloth work pants, but he did not lose his true nature as a working people.

"Why is it bad?" Liu Yanzhi was puzzled. Zhuzi's food standard was very high, and each meal exceeded 100 yuan. He was not satisfied with this. Could it be that he wanted to eat dragon liver and phoenix gall?

"There are too many kinds of things, not simple at all." Zhuzi said, "There are several dishes in a meal, and there are fruits after the meal. Not to mention anything else, the cauliflower is made green. I just can't stand these Western scenery."

Liu Yanzhi laughed: "That's broccoli, it's green."

Dang Maiguo also smiled and said, "Primary, don't have emotions. These are all customized patients meals for you. In order to recover soon, you can endure it."

Zhuzi said: "But... I can't pick it up after eating such a meal..."

Everyone exchanged their eyes and laughed. Dang Aiguo ordered the nurse to call the doctor and asked him in person why the pillars had indigestion and dry stools.

The doctor pushed his glasses and told the Dang very seriously that the patient's daily recipes were studied by nutrition experts, with reasonable dietary combinations and no shortage of cellulose, so it is impossible to defecate dry.

Dang Aiguo said coldly: "Call all the medical teams and have a meeting. What's going on? You must find out clearly."

Experts gathered together to analyze why the stool was blocked. They imagined various possibilities, used B-ultrasound, and performed gastroscopy. All evidence showed that the stool was digested very normally, and the dry and wet stool was moderate, but it just couldn't be pulled out.

"I'll try it." Liu Yanzhi said, and he took Zhuzi to the small garden of the hospital, dug a hole on the ground with a shovel, and said, "Zhuzi, you can do it, I'll give you the wind."

Zhuzi didn't see him. As soon as his pants faded, they immediately became overwhelmed. A stinking smell spread out, making Liu Yanzhi so hot that he hurriedly hid in the lower vent.

It turns out that the pillar can’t pull out the stool because the toilet is too advanced and I don’t feel like sitting on it. I have to find a squat pit to pull it out.

After pulling wild shit, Zhuzi felt as light as a swallow and was trying to go out for fun. Liu Yanzhi was about to take him out to see the world. His brothers and others rode into the downtown area of ​​Omi in a Land Cruiser. It was dark quickly in winter, and the lights were on in the evening, and the eyes were full of neon lights.

"Is this a big Shanghai?" Zhuzi didn't have enough eyes. From birth to growing up, he spent his life in the underground base of the Jiuji Ministry of Machinery. He had never seen the outside world at all. His cognition also came from political studies and various revolutionary films. This prosperous and decaying urban night view reminded him of "Sentinel under the Neon Lights". Only Shanghai has so many lights.

"This is Omi, Omi in the 21st century." Liu Yanzhi explained, "Let's have a meal first and then go karaoke."

"What to eat?" Zhuzi was actually very interested in eating.

"Buffet." Liu Yan replied straight.

The buffet restaurant they chose was in a five-star hotel. The price for each guest was 500 yuan. The dishes were exquisite and diverse. There were imported Australian steaks, lobsters, sashimi, etc. There were many guests, and they shuttled around and picked up dishes at will.

Zhuzi was stunned and asked Liu Yanzhi: "Cause whatever you want?"

"Yes, eat whatever you want, eat as much as you can." Liu Yanzhi encouraged him, "Go and get more if you see what you like."

Zhuzi asked timidly: "I won't say to me, right?"

"No, the more you eat, the happier the family."

After saying that, Liu Yanzhi went to pick up the dishes by himself. After a while, he returned to his seat and saw four plates in front of Zhuzi, each filled with Yangzhou fried rice, dried fried beef, meat buns, and braised pork.

"What's wrong?" Zhuzi asked with some guilt.

"Just be happy." Liu Yanzhi said helplessly.

Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao also came with plates. They were all holding king crabs, Aolong, Kobe steak, salmon sashimi, Parma ham and other foods. Seeing Zhuzi feasting and eating Yangzhou fried rice, both of them were shocked and silently cried. Zhuzi was too simple.

"Don't choke." Lei Meng handed over a cup of Coca-Cola, Zhuzi picked it up and took a look, took a sip in doubt, smacked his lips and thought it tasted good, so he ran to pour the drinks like a shuttle and drank five cups in a row. If Lei Meng hadn't forced him to stop him, he could have continued to drink.

After the three comrades finished eating, they watched Zhuzi eat alone. The young man's appetite was amazing. He continued until the restaurant was closed, his stomach was round and he walked out with a full burp, his face full of happiness and satisfaction.

"Sing," said Lei Meng. "I'll treat you."

"A meat or a vegetarian place?" Yu Hanchao asked.

"It must be dirty." Lei Meng looked at Liu Yanzhi and Zhuzi with malicious intentions.
Chapter completed!