Chapter 1263

The old man's inexplicable and excited appearance made Li Mu excited. He realized that this might be a breakthrough to persuade the old man to leave here.

So, he said to the old man seriously, "the data shows that the old Han Zili Han is still alive. He has been living in the capital of Sichuan since 55 years ago. However, according to the feedback from our volunteers, the old man is a little forgetful. He doesn't remember many things clearly. We only determined his identity as a pilot before, but we haven't found him as a pilot The specific serial number of the army. "

The old man was disappointed and said, "I heard that he went to Taiwan 50 years ago, and he is not from the capital of Sichuan. How can he live in the capital of Sichuan all the time?"? Is it a mistake? "

Li Mu said, "if there were two hanzili in the whole national military system, it would not be surprising, but there were not many pilots in the national air force at that time, so there should be no possibility of a double name, right?"

The old man nodded and said, "it's very reasonable for you to say that, but it can't be ruled out. I heard that those who went to Taiwan in those years didn't come back until the end of the 1980s. It's basically impossible to go to Taiwan in 49 years and live in the capital of Sichuan in 55 years."

The old man has a special personal memory of that era. In that era, a large number of national officers went to Taiwan with the national government. The fundamental reason is not because of their yearning for Taiwan, but because of their identity as defeated army, they dare not stay, have to go, and they absolutely dare not come back when they leave. On the one hand, Taiwan will not allow them, on the other hand, they are afraid to come back The new Chinese government held them responsible for the war, so if a national soldier or officer went to Taiwan in 49, he would never settle in the capital of Sichuan in 55.

Li Mu said, "it doesn't mention that Mr. Han Zili has been to Taiwan. Is it your message that is wrong?"

The old man was silent. After a while, he said, "it's not all right, because I've heard people talk about it. There's no conclusive evidence."

Li Mu nodded slightly and said, "in addition, there is a note on it. Mr. Han Zili's son told our volunteers that the old man was from Qilu, and he taught in the military school of Yunnan Province when he was young. Later, because he found that the air force of the Republic of China was weak at that time, he was determined to join the civil air force. Do you think this information is right?"

The old man's dim eyes flashed again, and he said with surprise, "that's right! Zili is from Qilu, and his family has some distant relatives with Han fugu, the king of Qilu at that time. He entered the cloud Province martial arts school in 37 years. After Han Fugu was shot dead by old Jiang in Jinling in 38 years, he immediately applied for admission to the central aviation school. He told me privately that people in the martial arts school knew that he was related to Han fugu. After Han Fugu was also shot, he began to suffer in the martial arts school People were crowded out, so there was no hope of promotion in the army, so I gave up the plan of taking the official road and joined the air force. "

Speaking of this, the old man asked in a hurry, "can you get in touch with him?"

Li Mu nodded and said, "yes, there is his son's phone number on it. If you want to talk to him, I can make a phone appointment."

"Good!" The old man said three good, excited to say: "you have that, hand talk?"

"By hand?"

"It's the thing that can be called with you. Last time your volunteer took it with him, he told me it was like a hand call."

"You should be talking about mobile phones," Li Mu suddenly realized

He took out his mobile phone and asked the old man, "is it this kind of thing?"

The old man nodded quickly, "yes, that's it."

Li Mu said: "I'll call Mr. Han's son now. If it's convenient there, you can talk to Mr. Han, but However, it is said in the data that the old man's amnesia is a little serious. He can't remember his army number, so he may not remember you, so you should be prepared psychologically. "

The old man nodded, "OK, I see. It doesn't matter if I can't remember. I'm sure it's him."

Li Mu dials the phone number in accordance with the data. It's a landline number of chuandu. After a few rings, he answers a middle-aged man. When Li Mu asks Han Zili if he's at home, he says, "do you want to see my grandfather? My father took him to the hospital for rehabilitation, but he is coming back soon. Please call back in half an hour. "

Li Mu didn't say anything more. Thanks a lot. He agreed to contact him half an hour later, so he hung up.

After explaining the situation to the old man, the old man did not disappoint. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I am one year old, and now it is 87. My son can take him to see a doctor, which shows that his son is very filial to him."

"Yes." Li Mu answered, and then asked the old man curiously, "Mr. Sun, is this Mr. Han your comrade in arms?"

The old man said excitedly, "he is another wingman of mine..."

Li Mu was surprised and said, "it turns out that you are really comrades in arms fighting side by side!"

The old man said with emotion, "yes, I have two wingmen, and the other has died."Li Mu thinks that it's really a coincidence for the old man to find his wingman pilot in a list. But think about it carefully. There are not many pilots in the national air force plus the Flying Tigers. It's estimated that there are not many people in one department of an ordinary university. Based on his experience in college, he knows all the people in his class. Those who have different departments and classes are low If you don't see your head, you can know at least half of them, so you can easily draw out a list of ten people. If you don't know three or five people, it's a bit hard to say.

At the thought of the total number of the national air force is not large, and the total number of pilots of the Flying Tigers in those years will not be too large. It's hard to make sure that among the surviving American Flying Tigers, there will be people known to Mr. Sun Xiaozhong.

Li Mu suddenly thought that at the press conference of the Flying Tigers in Hollywood, one of the American Flying Tigers invited by Spielberg was Paul Crawford. There was a history in his memory. It was the story that as a member of the flying tigers, he protected American bombers and was shot down by the Japanese army and rescued by local villagers. Before In the memory of sun Xiaozhong, there is also a very similar experience

So Li Mu asked sun Xiaozhong, "Mr. Sun, do you know an American Flying Tiger named Paul Crawford?"

"Paul Crawford?" The old man asked in surprise, "how do you know this man?"

"I met him when I was in the United States," said Li Mu. "Our film" Flying Tigers "invited him to the scene at the press conference in the United States."

The old man clapped his legs and said excitedly, "I didn't expect that he was still alive! Although I was in the national air force, I was actually under Chennault's command, just like the American pilots of the Flying Tigers. So Paul Crawford was my comrade in arms at that time. I said that he was shot down by the Japanese when he was covering the bomber. In the escort mission, his plane was also shot down by the Japanese. Alas, the Japanese was the real murderer, Knowing that those American bombers have just bombed their hometown, they are in a desperate posture with us. I wish they had collided with us... "

After a sigh, the old man went back to the main topic: "in that time, we were shot down eight fighters. Paul Crawford and I parachuted and landed in different places. They were rescued first by different villagers, and then sent to a town at that time for hiding. At that time, we met him and hid for a while with the help of the local villagers In the end, we managed to get out of danger. In total, we lived together in the cellar for more than a month... "

"Later, we will invite other American surviving Flying Tigers, including Paul Crawford, to China. Apart from him, there may be other old acquaintances of yours," said Li Mu

There was a glimmer of excitement in the old man's eyes.

Li Mu didn't say anything more about the rest. Instead of persuading the old man to agree to go down the mountain, it's better to induce the old man to think about going down the mountain himself. Paul Crawford is only a possible success factor, and more importantly, the Han Zili.

Then, Li Mu whispered in Liu Xin's ear. Liu Xin immediately found a reason to go to the toilet and came out of the thatched cottage. Then he called Han Zili's son with his own mobile phone and explained the special situation here to the other side

Half an hour later, Li Mu called the old Mr. Han Zili's son again, and the phone was soon connected. Mr. Han's grandson said, "Mr. Li, right? My dad and grandpa are back. I want my grandpa to listen to the phone? "

Li Mu said: "OK, please let Mr. Han listen to the phone."

The other said, "my grandfather has some memory problems. Please say hello to Mr. Sun. If my grandfather can't remember anything, please forgive me."

"OK." Li Mu said, "then I'll call Mr. Sun."

After handing the mobile phone to the old man and telling the old man how to use it, Li Mu said to the old man, "Mr. Han's memory is not very good. He may not remember you. Please forgive me."

The old man nodded repeatedly, took the phone, trembled and asked tentatively, "Zili old brother?"

At this moment, in the old brick building on the outskirts of Sichuan, three generations of Han family are surrounded by the landline. The phone is now on hands-free, including the son, daughter-in-law and grandson of Mr. Han. In recent years, the old man's memory is getting worse and worse, and many things can't be remembered. The relatives hope that he can get in touch again through this war, Find some precious memories of that year.

Mr. Han sat in front of the phone confused. He didn't know who was going to talk to him. When he heard the call from the other end of the phone, he was in a trance.

The old man is 87 years old, so many years, few people call him this title, which makes him feel extremely strange for a while, but subconsciously he feels very familiar.

The old man frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't find the memory. Out of politeness, he said loudly, "I'm Han Zili, who are you?"

"I'm Xiaozhong, sun Xiaozhong. Do you remember me?"

"Sun Xiaozhong?" The old man frowned tighter. The name seemed to touch a string deep in his memory, but for a while and a half he couldn't make it clear.At this time, the old man said in a hurry, "you don't remember the 12th squadron of the 6th National Air Force?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Suddenly there was a trembling exclamation: "are you, squadron leader?!"