Veterans of the Volunteer Army Begged for Food on the Street. at That Moment, I Burst into Tears (Reposted)

Limit 500 words ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A friend likes to eat a lot of food, so he often drags me along the streets of Harbin to look for Hui restaurants to try out. Later, he visited a restaurant on Jingwei Street. It didn't have a big storefront, and the sanitary conditions were disappointing, but the belly-bursting restaurant was really authentic. For a period of time, we often went there to eat. It was an afternoon last fall, and we were sitting in that small restaurant, exchanging glasses of wine. It was not meal time, and we were the only two regular customers in the restaurant. The owner of the restaurant also sat beside us with a glass of beer and chatted. It was a very lazy afternoon. When we were about to fill our stomachs with the second plate of water, an old beggar pushed open the door and entered. The hotel is located in a prosperous area, and we are not surprised by the fact that down-and-out people and those pretending to be down-and-out often come to ask for help. The owner of this small restaurant is quite humane. Whenever something like this happens, he will give two or two, and today was no exception. Before the old man could say anything, he took out a dollar and handed it over. The old man didn't want it, and said in a very vague voice: "No, no, no money, just give me a bite if there is any leftover rice." This surprised us - this was a real "beggar", he didn't want money. I couldn't help but look at the old man carefully. He must be over 80 years old. He has a fairly strong body and a straight waist. The most rare thing is that although his clothes are shabby, they are basically clean. This is definitely rare among beggars. To say that you have to go to a restaurant to beg for food is to go to the right place, but in fact that is not the case at all. The small restaurant is in the business of repeat customers, and the leftovers of the customers are thrown away directly in front of them. Their staple food is siomai, which is delivered freshly ----- the little boss has no leftovers for the old man. Obviously, he cannot serve such a meal to the old man, delivered freshly. It is so difficult to solve such a trivial matter. There is a drawer of siomai on our table, and every time we come here, we will have such a portion. I have never eaten one bite, and my buddy only tastes it. The reason why I want it is a habit-the waiter in this restaurant is very good. After you order, she will casually ask: "How many drawers of siomai?" The tone is unquestionable, and you will subconsciously choose the quantity and cannot refuse this ancestral craft of their family. My friend also became interested in this old man and asked the waiter to bring the tray of Shao sold to the old man that the little boss was proud of. He also asked the old man to sit at the table next to us to eat. There were no outsiders, so the little boss didn't stop the old man from sitting down. He also said that there was vinegar and mustard on the table, so he could use it as he wanted. The old man murmured his thanks, took out an enamel tea jar from his baggage and wanted some water to drink. This jar surprised us. A line of red letters on the mottled cylinder can still be read----------Dedicated to the cutest person! This buddy of mine is an out-and-out general, and his grandfather was a major general when he was awarded the title in 1955. I am also very interested in modern military history, which is the basis for us to become good friends. Seeing this vat appear in the hands of such an old beggar made us very puzzled. Our friend hesitantly asked the old man where the vat came from. The old man murmured: "It's mine. It was given to me." We all found it incredible. My friend said, man, come over and sit down. Come over and sit down. Let me chat. The old man said no, no, no, I got up and helped the old man to our table, and then there was this conversation------ "Old man, have you ever joined the army?" "Yes, yes, I have been a soldier for seven years." "Old man, where are you from?" "When did you join the army?" "46 Years was the second year after Japan surrendered." "Which army are you joining?" "The Sixth Division of the New Fourth Army was later the Sixth Column of Huaye" "Do you still remember who the commander of your column is?" "Wang Bicheng, he is a good fighter..." The old man started talking vaguely, and my friend and I were silent - an old farmer from the countryside would obviously not know this history that has gradually been forgotten by people. This is a heroic unit in the history of our army - Meng Lianggu, Zhang Lingfu was killed by this unit, making the column famous in the first battle. We picked up food for the old man, poured wine, and continued our conversation------ "Later, you also participated in the War to Resist U. S. Aggression and Aid Korea?" "Yes, yes, the American planes are awesome. I was demobilized after being injured in North Korea." "Then you have been in the army for seven years and you should be a cadre. How can you be demobilized?" "Without culture, you can't be a cadre" Seeing our suspicious looks, the old man became anxious. "Don't you two believe it? I have a notebook, and I have a notebook." The old man hurriedly took out a small cloth bag wrapped carefully in his arms and opened it. There were two small notebooks in red plastic leather. One was a demobilized soldier's certificate, and the other was a second-class disabled soldier's certificate. The old man slowly rolled up his left trouser leg, and I saw a wooden leg. My friend picked up another piece of carefully folded white paper in his bag, opened it, read it, and handed it to me, silently. It was a letter of introduction from the village committee. The general idea was that the person holding the letter of introduction was a demobilized and disabled soldier from our village. He had no children and lost the ability to work. Due to the financial difficulties of the village and the inability to support him, he was specially allowed to eat out. He hoped that local governments would assist him. The large seal of the village committee is red and dazzling. We were all shocked by this fact, and the restaurant owner was also stunned. After a long time, he stammered to the old man: "Man, come to my place when it's time to eat. As long as my restaurant is open for one day, you will..." The old man interrupted him and said no. He said he would leave if he could still walk around. The old man said that Northeastern people are nice. He knew that Northeastern people were nice when he was in Dandong. I asked the old man in confusion why he didn't want money during begging? The old man suddenly stared at me and said, "I have been a soldier for seven years, and I am still a member of the Communist Party. How could I...?" At that moment, I burst into tears. After reading it, I felt heavy-hearted! I don't know what to say, I just hope everyone can post this thread all over the forums across the country! ! ! Let more people know that there are still such people in China! ! ! What are some leaders who are doing nothing but taking care of others, what are they doing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank you all! ! ! ! ! Strong hope!