Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 61 Heartbreaking Answers

Sun Li had a soft voice and sang crisply. She took the lead, and the others soon followed suit.

The children were infected, and although they half-understood, they continued to follow up from time to time.

After singing the red song, the atmosphere in the entire carriage became light again.

Everyone chatted about their daily routines and feelings, and cherished this rare time for team travel.

At this time, Leng Fang and Qin Weiyi were basically familiar with each other, and the two children played hide-and-seek across the back of the chair.

However, Tang Qingya thought that she was moving around on her body and messed up her good clothes, so she didn't listen to her after several times, so she was so angry that she directly threw her on Qin Xiong.

What made Tang Qingya very speechless was that the little girl quickly calmed down again in Qin Xiong's arms.

"I suspect you did it on purpose." Seeing her daughter lazily nestling in her father's arms, Tang Qingya felt a little jealous.

"The buttons on your clothes are uncomfortable..." Qin Weiyi said.

"Ha, so it's better to wear simple clothes, and the buttons should not be too big." Qin Xiong laughed.

Tang Qingya gave him a gouged look, but said nothing.

As soon as the car arrived at the village, everyone saw the archway of Gongwei's hometown, followed by a Sigui bridge built by the Gu family, with a meandering river on both sides of the bridge.

The small river is clear and green, flowing quietly, looking very quiet.

Looking forward, there are green mountains, and the mountains are empty, which makes people feel open.

Afterwards, the village road turned and turned, and soon arrived at the former residence of He Gongwei.

Under the commentator's explanation, everyone seems to have returned to that special era. A group of people with lofty ideals threw their heads and blood, looking for a new way out for the whole of China.

"He Gongwei, joined the Communist Party of China in Shanghai in August 1936...

He was arrested in Enshi on January 1941, 1. Although he was persuaded to surrender many times, and promised to be a high-ranking official, rich salary, and study abroad, he still adhered to the revolutionary integrity. On the more than 20-level stone road before his execution, the enemy said that as long as he turned back, he would I would not kill him, but he, who was covered in bruises and dragging heavy shackles, sang "The Internationale" without hesitation, at the age of 100. "

"Of course we want to study, but can reading alone save the country? North China is so big that there is no room for a desk! We want to regain the country, and we are willing to shed blood; for the country, for the nation, sacrifice is glorious."

Martyr He Gongwei said so and did the same. He can save himself and save his life by nodding his head, but he still sacrificed his life generously with fearless dedication and national integrity.

"Perhaps, this is the real reason why the Chinese civilization has lasted for five thousand years, but it still stands firm. Only when the people have faith and the country has strength can it withstand the wind and rain and see the rainbow." Leng Qiuhan sighed.

Worried that everyone would be immersed in this state and walked out of He Gongwei's former residence, everyone took a family portrait of He Gongwei's former residence at the suggestion of Director Zhou Xiaohui.

Afterwards, everyone walked around the village and walked along the clear embankment to feel the breath of nature.

The air here is very fresh, with a high oxygen content, it is refreshing to inhale, and you can even smell a bit of soil.

Nature is always the best comforter, it embraces everything and heals everything.

"Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year." Qin Xiong couldn't help sighing.

"Time flies. You are all the builders and successors of society. You must have ideals, aim high, and make contributions. It is the right time." Director Zhou Xiaohui encouraged with a smile.

"A ray of heroic souls return to their hometowns, sacrifice their lives for benevolence during their lifetime, and benefit their neighbors after death. Perhaps this is the best consolation and memorial to the heroes." Seeing He Gongwei Middle School by the river, a member of the Internet Writers Association followed sighed.

After resting in He Gongwei's former residence, everyone went back to the city directly, and had a simple working meal under the arrangement of Sun Li, the officer of the United Front Work Department.

After lunch, after a short rest, everyone drove to the Tingsi Bridge Battle Site Memorial Hall.

"In August 1926, the National Revolutionary Army advanced from Hunan to Hubei. The warlord Wu Peifu mobilized heavy troops to guard the Tingsi Bridge in an attempt to prevent the National Revolutionary Army from going north;

On the 27th, Mao Zedong led the detachment of the Independent Regiment of the Fourth Army of the National Revolutionary Army to launch a fierce attack on Wu Peifu's army. The revolutionary forces spread rapidly to the Yangtze River Basin..."

After visiting the Tingsi Bridge Memorial Hall, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when we returned.

On the way back to the city, officer Sun Li of the United Front Work Department suddenly stood up and said to everyone with a smile: "I believe everyone has gained a lot from this journey. Are you satisfied with the arrangement of our United Front Work Department? If it is convenient for everyone If you don’t, after you go back, it’s best to write an experience or a testimonial to us, I think, this shouldn’t be too difficult for you great writers, right?”

"It's not difficult, it should be." Qin Xiong quickly responded when he saw that everyone was silent.

Immediately, he said to everyone: "There are 17 official members here today, 38 including family members. Although I also know that everyone will be busy with many things after returning, but everyone write An experience of about a thousand words should be fine, right? How about writing a diary and keeping a memory of what you have seen and heard along the way?"

"No problem. I suspect that [-] words is not enough for me. I have too many feelings, and they are all stuck in my heart." Deputy Secretary-General Lei Xinyue replied.

When everyone heard it, they were afraid that Qin Xiong would temporarily increase the number of words, so they quickly replied: "Although a thousand words are not many, but striving for perfection can fully express our feelings about the visit."

Therefore, this matter was settled in this way, which was regarded as a response and confession to the painstaking arrangements of the United Front Work Department.

Because some friends lived on the way back to the city, they got off the car early with their families when they arrived near their home.

Qin Xiong had personally picked up Leng Qiuhan's family before, so at this time, the members of the two small families naturally huddled together to go home.

"Nobita, you've worked hard today. I know it's not easy to organize this kind of visit. There are a lot of preparations and connections before and after the event..." Leng Qiuhan said.

"It is indeed a bit of hard work. If you can't bear it, when you finish writing the manuscript and encounter something with the association, please take the time to support me, haha." Qin Xiong said.

"That's necessary. My son seems to like playing with your daughter. Do you want to let them get in touch more?" Leng Qiuhan suggested.

"Look, the fox's tail is exposed? There is no problem with contact, but as a father, you can't plan some things too early. You are a top master. If your son follows you, he will be the second generation of Wen, with a bright future. Guangming, if he doesn't follow you, he will be a proper rich second generation!" Qin Xiong laughed.

"I can't say no to you. Thank you for today. Let you pick up our family in person. If it is convenient tonight, we can make an appointment for dinner. I will treat you. You can decide which one to eat!" Leng Qiuhan said.

"I don't think I'll be free today. I still have to write a manuscript when I get back. Let's make an appointment another day." Qin Xiong politely declined.

After sending Leng Qiuhan to the community, on the way home, Qin Weiyi couldn't help asking: "Dad, what is the second generation of Wen and what is the second generation of rich?"

"It's very simple, father is a book writer, and children are also book writers. The son inherits his father's business, that is, the second generation of Wen. As for the second generation of rich, it means that the parents are richer and can leave a lot of wealth to their children. "

"Father, do I count as the second generation of Wen, or the second generation of rich?" Qin Weiyi asked expectantly.

"Neither of them, if you really want to count them, you can only count them as the second generation of the street..." Tang Qingya said quietly.

"Eh... Yiyi, it's not that Dad wants to hit you. Although what Mom said is a bit heartbreaking, it is also true. If you want to live a good life, you have to work hard on your own. The help that Mom and Dad can provide you may be quite limited. You have to keep this in mind at all times.

But we all love you very much and will love you as much as we can, and we are all happy to be your parents! "Qin Xiong said seriously.

"I am also very happy that you can be my father and mother..."

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