Forgotten Zou Ping hero ... Yesterday morning when I went to work, I passed by the construction site of the covered pouring belt, but I saw a wooden board sign standing on the roadside, which was filled with words in chalk-"Please. The world is a living woman. Let's go Within the family. Return to China. School. 23 meters wide. 34 meters long. Cai Shiyong. Website. All right. Tussah stalk Here you are. The world is a living woman. Repair the car. Repair the machine. Buy. Sell. rice. The food is good. Medium paper. Money and food. Wood is in a hurry. All right. Officer. The best in the world. Inside. Huang Ruyu. Live well. Men. Here we go. Living woman, after reading it, is like falling into a fog, puzzled. "Later, I inquired about it. It turned out that a middle-aged man was laying a slab culvert. I asked what this meant, but no one could understand it, but I was surprised to learn a shocking story ... I heard that the person who wrote on the sign was from Jiuhu Town, zouping county, Binzhou City, Shandong Province, who had participated in the 78-year self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. In the fierce battle, the man was hit in the head by an enemy bullet, but he survived. For some reason, the government didn't treat the hero and took out the bullet. The bullet stayed in the cranial cavity and pressed the nerve, and the protagonist was delirious from then on. Naturally, no woman will marry such a man-although he is a hero. Decades ago, the hero bid farewell to his hometown and came to Zouping, where he built his own adobe hut in a forest at the bottom of a ditch. It is said that the government gives some subsidies every year, but there is no way to survive, so we have to make a living by collecting garbage. Recently, it happened that the road was being built next to his residence, so he came to find a job himself. The owner of the construction team is worried that he can't find anyone. He is naturally happy in the face of the labor delivered to his door. Heroes have one characteristic in their work. They are never lazy. They push stones, mortar and dig ditches ... and have little spare time. Moreover, during working hours, I never talk to anyone, just tell myself what others don't understand ... After listening to other people's descriptions of heroes, I can't help but have a desire to see them. So, taking advantage of the opportunity to supervise the slab culvert project, I witnessed the image of the hero at close range. It was a sad and thin figure, about 50 years old, with a steel bar on his shoulder. Perhaps in the hero's subconscious, it was the gun that defended the country in those days. I leaned over and asked his name, but I didn't respond to several questions. When I was prompted, he actually said, "It's not half past eleven yet, so we can't talk." I can't help but be dumbfounded. I don't know what this means. At this time, the master who paved the stone next to me reassured me: "He is like that. From 6 am to 11: 30 noon, he abides by revolutionary discipline and cannot speak during working hours. "I asked someone what his name was. I don't know, because he doesn't even know his name ... I asked him where he lived? The construction leader pointed to a cabin in the distant Woods and said that it was there, and enthusiastically led me to have a look. Stroll to, but see Yang Shulin is located in an adobe hut, a few small signs hanging on the wall in front of the door, with some puzzling words written on it. From the outside, you can see the dilapidated house hill without beams inside. The courtyard wall made of pure adobe has been eroded by wind and rain, and the cracks are vertical and horizontal, which can blow the wall down like a gust of wind. Through the cracks in the worn-out door panels, the yard is full of picked-up garbage. Several dogs heard the sound outside the door and barked ... Listening to the hero's story and witnessing the hero's residence, my heart tightened. I feel so humble in front of him. I am ashamed of our government and indignant at treating our hero like this. They defended our home with their lives! For the sake of "everyone", he abandoned his small family, had no women and children of his own, was lonely and kept company with dogs ... I wonder if the hero who survived the bullet in his head was a hero. What do we have in mind? ! He is a hero! A real hero! He should not be forgotten like this! Although he has lost his mind, even in the eyes of most people, he is just a mental patient with dementia. His bullet that has been embedded in his skull for decades is not only embedded in the skull, but also embedded in the heart of the Republic! Salute the hero! He should not be forgotten like this! ! ! Who is the "gun" that the hero carries with him? -Conscience!