In 1996, Wang Aifu, who had retired from the Shanxi procuratorate, habitually came to the flea market to try to find some relics about past wars.
As a veteran born in the war and participated in many wars, the relics of these wars can always resonate with his feelings.
Wang Aifu had not found the old object he liked for a long time, and on this day, he did not have much hope. But when he stopped in front of an old book stall, a stack of battered and dilapidated papers caught his attention.
If it was just a stack of paper, he certainly wouldn't be too shocked, but it was written in big characters such as "Register of Fallen Soldiers of the Taiyuan Campaign" written on it.
Wang Aifu's heart trembled, this is definitely a confidential document of the army, how can it appear in the market, will it be someone in order to cheat money, randomly written headlines?
He took a deep breath, grabbed the "register", and couldn't wait to look through the contents, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he felt. Wang Aifu was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts were occupied by a strong impulse. Soon he made a decision: buy it!
And this decision also completely changed his retirement life...
1. Register of Fallen Soldiers of the Taiyuan Campaign
Wang Aifu was born in Zuoquan County, Shanxi Province in 1940, when the Japanese were burning and plundering on the mainland, and everywhere they went, there was scorched earth, bringing endless disasters to the land of China.
Growing up in this environment, all he saw was the suffering caused by the Japanese-Kou invasion war. He had a deep affection for the warriors who resisted the Japanese.
The belief in defending the homeland is also deeply rooted in his heart.
Wang Aifu
In 1958, 18-year-old Wang Aifu resolutely entered the army and became a soldier. At this time, New China had long been established, the Japanese had been driven back to their hometowns, the domestic situation was stable, everything was in ruins, and everything seemed to have just awakened from a deep sleep, bursting with fresh vitality.
Wang Aifu was not a man who could speak the Tao, and there were few people in the army. Sometimes when everyone talks together, he listens awkwardly, and the dialect in some places is far from Shanxi dialect, he can't understand it, he can only watch a hilarity.
Wang Aifu's first friend was Zhang Guangyuan, a native of Shanxi, with a cheerful personality and a special love for chatting. The two soon became friends who talked about everything. It was Zhang Guangyuan's enthusiasm that prompted Wang Aifu to quickly adapt to his military career and mingle with his comrades-in-arms.
Under the increasingly fierce international situation, the mainland sent troops to resist the United States and aid Vietnam, and Wang Aifu's unit was one of the main corps.
Some people say that war is part of civilization, which may be a positive judgment. But from another perspective, war means fierce conflict, full of violence, and can lead to a certain scale of death.
Wang Aifu has seen his comrades-in-arms around him lying in pools of blood more than once, and his views on defending his family and defending the country have become more and more profound.
During the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam, on one occasion his comrade-in-arms Zhang Guangyuan drove to his destination according to the instructions of the mission. But the braking system failed halfway through, and the car rushed forward uncontrollably, as if it could crash into pieces at any moment.
Zhang Guang foresaw that the situation was critical, pushed the car door, held the triangle wood in his arms, tried to jump out of the car and inserted the triangle wood on the wheel hub, forcing the car to stop.
But just as he jumped into the car, the center of gravity of his body suddenly deviated, and his head slammed heavily on the ground, and he could no longer get up.
When Wang Aifu arrived, Zhang Guangyuan's entire head was wrapped in thick bandages, and a little blood soaked out, and his military uniform was in tatters and bruises everywhere. He looked at Zhang Guangyuan's body sheepishly, slightly opening his mouth, there was no sound in his throat, only two lines of tears could not stop flowing down.
Zhang Guangyuan's departure brought a great impact to Wang Aifu. The person who had just entered the army and felt sorry for him left, and after that, whenever it was late at night, Wang Aifu's mind would always have Zhang Guangyuan's heroic smile.
Zhang Guangyuan fought bravely, and this time he died to complete the task, and the troops rated him as a martyr and awarded him the honor of second class. This is probably the biggest affirmation of Zhang Guangyuan.
In 1981, Wang Aifu transferred from the army and officially entered the society, becoming a member of the ordinary people. He stepped out of the station and watched the people on the street, the bicycle bells flickering away and near, the sun shining on the low fields, opening a circle of warm yellow halos, and his heart could not help but feel a burst of satisfaction.
He looked farther away, and suddenly felt that half of the sky was pouring through the sunlight, and there was a faint feeling of war burning. The voices and smiles of those dead comrades kept flashing in his mind, and finally froze into a familiar face- Zhang Guangyuan.
After Wang Aifu settled down, he went to Zhang Guangyuan's hometown of Qi County, Shanxi, hoping to do what he could for the family to comfort the spirit of this close friend in heaven.
However, when he went to the Qixian Civil Affairs Bureau to inquire about Zhang Guangyuan's information, he was surprised to find that there was no name in the Qixian database.
Wang Aifu could not understand how a martyr who died for war and a second-class meritorious honor could not record information.
He asked the staff to check it several times, and the other party's reply was: there is no such person.
Wang Aifu did not understand what was wrong, they threw their heads on the battlefield and spilled blood to defend their families and the country, why there was no information record. If Zhang Guangyuan's information is blank, have those who sacrificed their lives for the country like him also suffered the same treatment?
He sighed helplessly, deeply sorry for the martyrs, and returned to his hometown full of bitterness.
In 1996, Wang Aifu, who retired from the Shanxi Procuratorate, came to the Shanxi flea market to shop for goods. From the year he changed careers, Wang Aifu became obsessed with collecting.
However, unlike those who like jade or ancient treasures, the cultural relics he collects are old objects left over from the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, some of which are wartime ledgers, newspapers and periodicals, as well as wheelbarrows and textile carts used by the Eighth Route Army.
In his opinion, behind these old objects are hidden twists and turns, and some are even inextricably linked to heroes. He collected these old objects because he wanted to understand the people and things behind these objects, which were covered by the dust of history.
Every time he found an old object from the War of Resistance, Wang Aifu felt a little lighter on his body, as if his mission was to awaken these forgotten things.
Wang Aifu is very familiar with the Shanxi antique market, and he knows which stall has new antiques at a glance.
At this moment, he stopped in front of a stall and squinted his eyes into the corner. It was a pile of worn-out paper, of poor color, without binding, and the texture of the paper was far inferior to that of a newspaper. But the words on the front page shocked him.
Wang Aifu couldn't help but lean forward, his eyes rolling round, looking at it in disbelief for a long time, which confirmed that he had read it wrong.
I saw that the first page clearly wrote a few big words: The Register of Fallen Soldiers of the Taiyuan Campaign.
Wang Aifu understood that these few words alone were doomed to be extraordinary. Compared to any wartime newspaper, this stack of paper is completely shocking.
He spent more than twenty years in the army and understood that such documents were so important that they could even be classified as confidential.
How could such an important item end up in the antique market, and was the stack of documents that Wang Aifu saw fake?
Second, the realistic version of the "assembly number"
Wang Aifu picked up the register, carefully looked through it, and found that each piece of paper recorded the information of a soldier, most of which was detailed, specially marked with the sacrifice situation, and there was also a special seal for the troops below. The more he looked at it, the more incredible it became, and the document was probably genuine.
What surprised Wang Aifu even more was that there were still some martyrs in the register whose information had not been sent; some were incomplete; and some were not confirmed because the address was not confirmed.
There are 84 of these documents.
In other words, the families of 84 martyrs did not know that their families had died.
Thinking of this, Wang Aifu's mind came up with the picture of the sacrifice of his comrade-in-arms Zhang Guangyuan.
Regardless of whether this information is true or not, Wang Aifu decided to buy it and then find experts to identify the authenticity.
When he asked the boss for a price, the stall owner offered a high price of 3,000 yuan.
In 1996, his monthly salary was only $300, the equivalent of nearly a year's salary in a stack of fallen soldiers' registers.
(Wang Aifu)
Wang Aifu looked at the register in his hand and agreed without hesitation. Perhaps for others, the register only records the information of martyrs, but for Wang Aifu, who participated in this war, he feels very unreliable in his heart.
Wang Aifu immediately agreed to the stall owner's offer and kept going home to withdraw the money.
In the eyes of others, his behavior is really incomprehensible, even his family cannot understand.
As he withdrew the money, he explained to his wife, but no matter what he said, her wife never understood why he put a good day on it, but spent a month's salary to buy a register of death, that thing is not good to eat and drink, and it is not a guarantee for the future.
Husband and wife are about to enter old age, what is more important than a safe old age?
Under the questioning eyes of everyone, Wang Aifu handed over 3,000 yuan to the stall owner, and he carefully held the death register and prepared to go home.
The stall owner groaned, as if he had something to say. He looked at the register, looked at the 3,000 dollars again, and smiled slyly.
At this time, wang Aifu was also happy. He seemed to feel that there were 84 more comrades around him, and they were eagerly urging Wang Aifu to help him find his family. This feeling gave him the illusion of returning to the battlefield to fight intimately with his comrades-in-arms, and he had a sense of home.
After Wang Aifu returned home, he carefully sorted and archived the stack of papers, and he picked out 84 unsent martyr certificates to identify them repeatedly, and did not see the falsification.
Soon, he contacted the Party History Office of the Shanxi Provincial Military Region and confirmed that the death register was genuine by comparing the materials with documents and seals.
Subsequently, he visited the veterans who had participated in the Battle of Taiyuan, learned from their mouths about the course of that battle, and his heart was difficult to calm down for a long time...
In 1948, Xu Xiangqian led the People's Liberation Army to seize yuncheng, Linfen, and Jinzhong regions, liberating most of Shanxi.
The Kuomintang retreated step by step, concentrated in the city of Taiyuan, and formed a confrontation with the People's Liberation Army.
If you want to liberate Shanxi, you must take Taiyuan. In October of the same year, the Battle of Taiyuan began.
Yan Xishan, who was stubbornly defending Taiyuan, grabbed civilians to act as zhuangding at the same time, trying to block the attack of the People's Liberation Army.
At the same time, Chiang Kai-shek directly airdropped the reorganized 30th Division to Taiyuan, and there was a great deal of fighting with the Platon Army.
The Battle of Taiyuan lasted for more than six months, and finally ended on April 24 of the following year, with the successful liberation of Taiyuan.
Among them, our army suffered 45,000 casualties and the Kuomintang suffered 135,000 casualties.
Veterans who had experienced the Taiyuan War felt very uncomfortable whenever they thought of their comrades-in-arms who had been with them day and night, falling by their side.
Wang Aifu fully understood the mood of these veterans, he had also recalled his military career more than once, and when he thought of his comrades-in-arms around him leaving one after another, the kind of pain and sadness that made him unable to calm down for a long time.
At this time, Wang Aifu had no other thoughts and was bent on helping the martyr find his family. He took out all the money he had in his family as a travel expense, and prepared to leave immediately to go to the martyr's hometown.
The hometowns of these 84 martyrs are not all in Shanxi, but scattered throughout the country, including southern provinces and cities such as Guangdong and Guizhou, as well as in the northwest regions such as Inner Mongolia and Gansu.
Wang Aifu may take more than half a year to go, and whether or not he can find the martyr's family, the rush and toil on the road is not something that ordinary people can bear.
Wang Aifu left his hometown in the incomprehensible eyes of his family.
When the train slowly pulled out of the station, the familiar picture flew backwards little by little, turning into a blurred image, and a kind of expectation slowly arose in his heart. No matter what bumps ahead, the closer he got to the martyr's hometown, the more excited he became.
But what he didn't expect was that the search was not smooth. According to the information in the martyrs' register, he found the village and went door to door to inquire about the news, but no one had heard the name of the martyr, and even the old people in the village did not know about it.
The thing he was most afraid of happened: there was no such person.
Wang Aifu lost his mind for a while, and the people who died that year were forgotten like this? How can those people who exchanged their flesh and blood for today's peace be so forgotten?
He left the village in silence and began to search for the hometown of the next martyr. But this time it was even more outrageous, he went to the martyr's hometown and asked the locals about the location of the village, but the locals said they had never heard of the village.
Even if he went to the government office to inquire, he did not find what he wanted.
The staff told him that some villages had changed their names after the founding of New China, and it was impossible to find out the current information. That is to say, when the troops issued the martyr's certificate at that time, it was likely that they were not successfully sent for such reasons.
(Wang Aifu at the museum)
Wang Aifu was not willing to give up, he calculated the money in his hand and continued to search for the hometown of the next martyr.
Until he ran out of money, things still didn't progress.
Wang Aifu sighed and returned to Shanxi with reluctance and loss.
For a long time, Wang Aifu seems to have returned to his previous state of life, going out every day, visiting antique markets, and chatting with friends around him.
It was only in many pastimes that he began to purposefully inquire everywhere about the Taiyuan Campaign and the return of the martyrs.
Wang Aifu was embarrassed to find that there was no better solution than to continue to visit the martyrs' hometowns. Therefore, he looked at the family's collection and decided to sell these old objects that had been hard to collect, and saved enough money to go to the martyr's hometown.
Wang Aifu's decision is somewhat of a hero's broken wrist, but it is through the sale of the collection that he has found a new way of thinking...
One day, Wang Aifu met an antique buyer, and because the age difference between the two was not large, and the three views were the same, they talked happily.
Wang Aifu couldn't help but talk about the recent encounter, and then sighed a long time.
When the other party saw him in such a state, he thought of an idea: Since he was a veteran of the Taiyuan Campaign, why not go to the Martyrs' Cemetery in Taiyuan to see it first?
Wang Aifu suddenly realized, patted his thigh happily, and couldn't help but laugh.
There are many large and small martyrs' cemeteries in Taiyuan, the capital of Shanxi Province. There are at least hundreds of tombstones in the small cemetery, and there are thousands of tombstones in the large cemetery. Wang Aifu wanted to find the corresponding name from it, so he could only run the cemetery all over.
Because the means of transportation are not developed, the location of the martyrs' cemetery is not in the bustling urban area, and he can only ride back and forth by car. This is especially difficult for him, who is physically ill, and the older ones.
Wang Aifu took the register, one name after another, and finally found the first name.
He couldn't help but sigh, so long hard work had finally paid off.
At this time, the sun was sinking in the west, the sunset burned through half of the sky, and the crimson clouds were like deep and shallow splashes of ink, which contrasted sharply with the dark sky of the other half, and the sky was going to be dark.
(Wang Aifu at the Martyrs' Cemetery)
It's an ordinary day for someone who is on the run for their lives.
But for Wang Aifu, the new door has just opened, and everything is fresh and hopeful.
In the next few days, Wang Aifu rode to the martyrs' cemetery early in the morning, and compared the tombstones one by one, and the kung fu paid off, and he found the names of several martyrs.
He quickly took out a pen and paper, copied down the information on the tombstone, and then asked the staff to confirm that he was exhausted after a series of tedious tasks.
Although Wang Aifu searched all the martyrs' cemeteries in Taiyuan, only a small number of the information of the sacrificed soldiers could match the information on the list of the dead, and many people on the list did not have the names on the tombstones of the cemetery at all.
Although things did not turn out as he had hoped, at least the situation was much better than before, like a headless fly.
Based on the information he transcribed, Wang Aifu wrote a letter to the families of the martyrs. He wanted these people to know where their loved ones were, at least not to have to fall into the misconception of abandoning their wives.
After the information is sent, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no news, as if the letters do not exist.
Wang Aifu paced anxiously at home, paying full attention to the sound outside the door.
Sometimes, the bicycle bell rang far away from the window, and he had to be suspicious for half a day, thinking that the postman had come to deliver the letter to him.
The waiting for more than ten days made him lose patience. If the letters were delivered to the families of the martyrs, why was there not a reply, and if not, where did the letters go?
Puzzled, he looked through the martyr's message again, trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
As mentioned above, the hometowns of these martyrs are not all in Shanxi, and many people have left their hometowns and followed the troops to the south to fight in the northern war, where they sacrificed, and naturally buried them on the spot.
Only from the martyrs who confirmed the good information, there are Hunan people, Hubei people, Henan people, Hebei people, Guangdong people, and so on.
Wang Aifu looked at these place names for a while, and finally decided to go to the local area himself and hand over the registration certificate of the martyr to the family.
It was 2005, nine years after he had bought the register.
During this period, the mainland's economic development was rapid, and the Internet brought people closer to each other, which also allowed Wang Aifu to make many friends.
Everyone understands that what Wang Aifu is doing is of great significance, and some are directly involved in the search for the martyr's family.
3. Send the martyrs home
The first martyr to return home was Hao Zaihu. However, at that time, there was a typo in the name in the register, and "Hao Zaihu" was mistakenly written as "Hao Daihu", which caused Wang Aifu to look for a long time to confirm his accurate information.
Hao Zaihu's hometown is a place called Zhongyuan Village in Xiaogan City, Hubei Province. Later, the place was renamed Shuanghao Village. Hao Zaihu entered the army 56 years ago and then followed the troops to Taiyuan.
Hao Zaihu's elders are gone, and there is still a younger brother left in the family, and now the younger brother has gray hair, the teeth in his mouth have fallen out, his face is full of wrinkles, and he smiles like a sun-dried orange peel.
When the younger brother received the martyr's message given by Wang Aifu, he couldn't help but blush and grasp Wang Aifu's hand.
After the founding of New China, veterans would return to their hometowns in a car with big red flowers on their chests.
In recognition of the dedication of the soldiers, the troops also give them discharge fees and food.
In those days, grain worked better than money, especially in an old village like Shuanghao Village, where a bag of grain was enough for families to eat for months.
(Hao Zaihu's younger brother)
Hao Zaihu's family waited for his news every day, but they did not wait. At this time, some gossip also spread.
Some people say that Hao Zaihu went to a big city and did not want to be involved with his hometown, and some people said that he followed the Kuomintang to Taiwan Province and will not come back in the future.
A few decades ago, the village was quite isolated, and most of the villagers were related to each other. Hao Zaihu's family was chewed on the root of their tongues, and they always felt that they could not lift their heads in front of others.
In this negative mood, Hao Zaihu's parents died, and he did not hear from his son until his death. After Hao Zaihu's younger brother became a family, he always felt that his brother's affairs were disgraceful, and even he was treated differently.
The appearance of Wang Aifu made the boredom that his brother had held for so many years disappear.
Perhaps this news, which was 56 years late, was not enough to fill in the "unfair" treatment that the younger brother had received before, but the fact that the brother was a martyr finally changed the way others thought about their family.
(Brothers of Wang Aifu and Hao Zaihu)
The next day, the village chief launched a fundraising ceremony for Hao Zaihu. He said at the villagers' meeting: Hao Zaihu's old predecessor is a hero of the country and a hero of the nation! The village committee will fund the construction of a temple, so that our children and grandchildren will know that there is a revolutionary hero named Hao Zaihu in the village!
Wang Aifu watched silently from the sidelines, and his heart could not help but feel very emotional, and he also strengthened his determination to send the martyrs home.
Unlike the situation in Hao Zaihu's family, the situation in the home of the second martyr Huo Xiaoshan was more complicated.
In 1944, Huo Xiaoshan joined the Eighth Route Army, and then began to follow the troops to various places, leaving his wife and children to rely on each other.
When Huo Xiaoshan left, he thought that when the war was over, he could be reunited with his family. And this idea was possessed by all the warriors at that time.
However, during the battle to liberate Taiyuan, Huo Xiaoshan never returned home.
(Wang Aifu and the martyr's family)
A few years later, the whole country was liberated, and the mother and daughter waited bitterly for Huo Xiaoshan to return home, but there was never a single news. Seeing that the soldiers in the village had returned, the mother and daughter noticed that the eyes of others had changed when they looked at them. There was both doubt and contempt in the eyes, and the emotions contained in them were all rooted in the hearts of the mother and daughter.
Huo Xiaoshan is loyal and honest, and he is especially caring for the family, the couple is very affectionate after marriage, the child is born, and his attachment to the family is deeper.
Some people in the village gossiped that Huo Xiaoshan was happy and happy and didn't want them anymore.
The wife was miserable in her heart, did not dare to think about those rumors, and decided to leave the village with her children and go to the end of the world to find Huo Xiaoshan.
Huo Xiaoshan's family was already poor, and his wife and daughter did not have the entanglement on the road, and could only beg along the street. At that time, the domestic economic level was very low, and most people could not eat, let alone give alms to others. The wife's body grew weaker and weaker, and she eventually starved to death on the road.
The daughter returned home in despair, hungry every day, with her chest pressed against her back, but she did not forget her father's expedition and her mother's attachment to her father before she died.
When Wang Aifu found Huo Xiaoshan's family, his daughter had also entered her twilight years.
I saw that the old lady was thin and small, with her back slumped, and she walked shakily. She took Huo Xiaoshan's death certificate and cried excitedly for most of the day before she eased up.
She didn't say much about her father's sacrifice, her mother's tragic death. However, when Huo Xiaoshan was officially recognized as a martyr, her face was filled with a kind of youthful vitality.
What Wang Aifu did was very difficult, writing the wrong name was only one of them, and the bigger obstacle was knowing the outcome of the matter, but how to achieve it.
While in Inner Mongolia, he found the family of a martyr. After confirmation by many parties, the information and relatives of the martyrs have been fully verified. However, the relevant departments did not cooperate.
Wang Aifu went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to handle the formalities, but the staff felt that he was nosy and caused trouble to his work.
The other party's attitude was not only extremely bad, but also pointed fingers at Wang Aifu and even kicked him hard.
At that time, Wang Aifu was close to 70 years old, his health was not good, and he was worried about the return of the martyrs all day, and he was particularly tired mentally, and he could not withstand this sudden attack.
He fell to the ground for a long time before he got up, looked at the death message in his hand, and the contemptuous eyes of the staff across from him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The vignette didn't affect his goals, but his health got worse.
In 2009, Wang Aifu's physical health showed a downward trend, because of long-term anxiety, his hair has long been gray. And other diseases also followed, such as dizziness, headaches, limb weakness symptoms, but also slowly manifested.
At first, he didn't care, thinking it was just a series of physiological reactions brought about by age.
Four years later, Wang Aifu's physical condition was getting worse and worse, and he could no longer move at will, and later after a hospital examination, he was diagnosed with cerebral infarction.
The hospital equipped him with a wheelchair, which made it difficult for Wang Aifu to accept. He said to the people around him: Although my body is no longer healthy, I will still do my best to let these heroes return to their hometown in my lifetime.
Before Wang Aifu was diagnosed with a cerebral infarction, he made a major decision: to build a museum with his savings.
Why did Wang Aifu want to build his own museum, and what did he have to display?
In fact, since Wang Aifu changed careers, he has been looking for old anti-war objects everywhere. These objects have a strong color of the times and bear witness to that arduous journey.
When he discovered the 84 martyrs' certificates, the idea of building a museum grew stronger.
If he could not find the martyr's home, he wanted to display the martyr's certificate in the museum, which was also a home for the martyr. At the same time, he also wants more people to understand who is silently paying for their happy and peaceful life.
There is a courtyard in Zuoquan County, Wang Aifu's hometown.
The courtyard was once the intelligence center of the Eighth Route Army in Zuoquan County, but now the courtyard has been idle for several years and looks a little dilapidated.
But this courtyard is simple and simple, very charming, suitable for placing collections. Wang Aifu took a look at this courtyard, bought it and cleaned it carefully, and after some arrangement, it became the current -- Liaoxian Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall.
The museum has a total of 11,224 documents in the collection, which are listed in 6 exhibition halls and 1 exhibition area.
Among them, the "Anti-Japanese War Requiem Hall" is of great significance, and the hall includes 1283 anti-Japanese heroes from more than 300 villages in Zuoquan County.
There is also a large screen in the hall, on which the names of more than 20,000 Jinji-Hebei Luyu martyrs are continuously played.
In 2013, the Shanxi Provincial People's Government named the site "Shanxi Provincial National Defense Education Base", and since then, the memorial hall has become more and more famous, and gradually became a well-known landmark building, attracting tourists every day.
Wang Aifu looked at the fact that the certificates of the martyrs who had not yet returned home in the register were getting less and less, and he was relieved, but at the same time he had some worries, because the remaining martyrs were either incomplete or had not found the whereabouts of their families.
(Liaoxian Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall)
The cerebral infarction caused Wang Aifu a lot of pain, and he did not know whether he could send all the martyrs home for the rest of the time.
The more he tried to fulfill his wishes, the more he felt that his wishes were erratic.
Fortunately, he is no longer alone in helping the martyrs find their way home, enthusiastic people in the society have formed a huge team, and the relevant departments have also provided them with support, and it is presumable that more martyrs will return to their hometowns.
The museum in Liaoxian (Zuoquan County), which originally carried many memories of Wang Aifu, has now become a local landmark with the help of the government, welcoming tourists from all over the world every day.
There will eventually be a death, either lighter than Hong Mao, or heavier than Tai.
Wang Aifu uses his own practical actions to constantly inspire people, do not forget the martyrs, China has a soul.