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I worked hard to accompany Ling Jinhua to play, not only to be his health care doctor, but also to play chess and talk to relieve my boredom. This is a thankless task. If there is no benefit, Luo Ziling felt that his grandfather would not come.

Luo Liansheng's words on the high-speed rail also prove this.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests - in front of old fox-level bosses, this should be very suitable.

It is the king to put family affection aside and strive for more benefits. Luo Ziling thinks that he should do this too, at least when dealing with Ling Jinhua.

Then, Luo Liansheng talked to Luo Xusheng about the recent events that happened in Yanjing.

Luo Ziling already knew that Luo Xusheng had also intervened in what happened during this period. He asked his other confidants to secretly come to Yanjing to help do things. However, Luo Ziling did not contact them, and they were contacting Yang Xiaodong, Wang Zhenjun and others.

Luo Xusheng also knew a lot about Yanjing, but he still didn't know some things.

After hearing what Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling said, he was completely clear about the situation.

"It seems that it is not easy for me to work at Longteng this time," Luo Xusheng couldn't help but sigh, "I originally thought that with Ruonan's father's promise, the Yang family also gave in. There should be no problem. I didn't expect that things were still so complicated."

"After you arrive in Yanjing, you should think about anything more complicated." Luo Liansheng reminded Luo Xusheng and pointed at Luo Ziling, "Ling'er has safely adapted to the struggle in Yanjing. After you return to Yanjing, you must adapt as soon as possible."

"Dad, I will tell you some things about Longteng. I think I know more about Longteng than you." Luo Ziling also told Luo Xusheng all the things about Longteng that he knew.

Luo Xusheng did not interrupt, but listened quietly.

"When you return to Yanjing, I will give you some actual information," Luo Ziling whispered again: "These information will help you master Longteng as soon as possible."

Luo Xusheng shook his head, "That's enough. I remember everything you said. As for how to manage Longteng, it's better to decide based on the actual situation after I go there. I have the ability to manage Longteng well, and I'm not afraid of someone making trouble."

"Okay," Luo Ziling glanced at Luo Xusheng, and finally said nothing.

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 an afternoon event to visit the Holocaust Memorial Hall.

Ling Jinhua originally wanted to go there to pay tribute in a low profile, but unexpectedly, when he was about to go, the officials who came to greet him at noon were already waiting at the entrance of the hotel. In their words, they had to accompany them to such a memorable place.

The meaning is almost this: we should pay homage to the heroes who died during the War of Resistance Against Japan as an official identity and pay tribute to those innocent compatriots who died in the war.

Ling Jinhua ultimately did not refuse their company.

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

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

When the convoy arrived at the Holocaust Memorial Hall, it actually drizzled. The dark sky gave people a very solemn feeling and was very depressing.

In order to receive Ling Jinhua, the memorial hall proposed to close the hall and refuse other tourists who visited itineraries, but Huang Chen, who was arranged to make a trip, refused.

He knew that Ling Jinhua didn't like such an arrangement and he didn't want to be special.

Therefore, officials could only take strict security measures, and the accompanying officials surrounded Ling Jinhua and visited the Holocaust Memorial Hall together.

The sculptures at the entrance of the Holocaust Memorial Hall silently told them about the sufferings of that year, and everyone's mood became heavy.

Ling Jinhua's expression also became solemn. He stared at the reliefs for a long time, and his face became sad.

A huge cross-shaped stone tablet reads the words "1937.12.13-1938.1" and "300,000" under the dark sky, everything gives people an extremely tragic feeling. The five-star red flag flutters, and the bright red color gives people even more stimulation.

The blood of the people dyed the flag red.

No one spoke, everyone looked solemn and solemn.

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

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

There were only a few official reporters who were taking photos from different angles.

"Great-grandfather, December 13, 1937 is the day of disaster for our China. Jinling City was destroyed. At that time, the capital of China was reduced to the hands of the Japanese, and hundreds of thousands of compatriots were in trouble. The Japanese's crimes were endless." Luo Ziling seemed to understand Ling Jinhua's thoughts, walked to him and said softly: "Although I have never experienced that disaster, nor the Patriotic War that sacrificed tens of millions of people, I know that it is an eternal scar in the hearts of all Chinese compatriots, and the eternal pain and shame in our China. No matter what, we cannot forget that disaster. The 35 million victims, those soldiers who sacrificed for the country, and the compatriots who were killed by the Japanese, their wronged souls still have no rest."

"I was born in 1927. My father was a battalion commander of the Northeast Army. During the September 18th Incident, he did not obey the orders of Shangfeng to give up resistance, but led all the soldiers of the battalion to resist bravely, and finally died for the country." Ling Jinhua said in a low voice: "My mother was heartbroken after hearing the news of my father's death. If it weren't for me, she would have followed the man she loved deeply. Later, she took me and fled into the pass. That year, I was Wuxu and my mother was twenty-seven."

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

No one said anything, and even a few reporters slowed down, unable to bear to disturb the old man's memories of the past.

"Fortunately, some of my father's comrades were taken care of, and my mother and I were finally able to settle down in Yanjing. But unexpectedly, the war soon burned to North China. My mother was afraid that something would happen to me, so she took me to Chang'an. At that time, Chang'an was stationed by the Northeast Army and the Northwest Army. Because we were family members of the Northeast Army, we and our son settled down in Chang'an. On July 7, 1937, the July 7 Incident broke out. That year, I was eleven years old and my mother was thirty-three years old." Ling Jinhua continued to tell her story, "Later, my mother unfortunately died in chaos, and I became an orphan. Later, I joined the Red Army. That year, I was fifteen years old! When I was sixteen years old, in a battle, I shot a Japanese devil with my own hands. After the battle, I cried loudly in the trenches. I felt that I could avenge my parents."

Ling Jinhua's speech was very touching. Luo Ziling felt a little sour when he heard it.

A female staff member who was accompanying her couldn't help but shed tears when she heard this, and some other people were also moved.

But Luo Ziling still couldn't figure out why Ling Jinhua told him about these things.

(End of this chapter)
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