In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

Chapter 260 Actor Old Man Wang
No matter how these students wailed, the Recalling Bitterness and Thinking Sweetness Conference still had to be held, and the feelings that should be written still had to be written.

Wang Manyin took a sip of water and said angrily, "Stop yelling, I have to write too, and it must not be less than a thousand words, so go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Recalling Bitterness and Thinking Sweetness is a big event for the whole school. Not only do these students have to write about their feelings about this conference, but the teacher also has to check them one by one. If some students have problems with the content, they have to talk individually.

Not only these students had to write, according to the above requirements, every teacher in the school had to write, no less than [-] words, and the teaching director checked after writing.

And if there is a problem with the content inside, it is not just a conversation, expulsion is the lightest punishment, and maybe they will go to the interrogation room to stay for a while.

The students in the classroom laughed when they heard that the head teacher had to write, and it was still a thousand words, and the resistance in their hearts dissipated a little.

Wang Manyin talked about the things that need to be paid attention to in the meeting later, and then asked them to sit and rest for a while, waiting for the broadcast announcement.

"Jingle Bell"

As a manual bell rang, the tweeter on the playground blared deafeningly.

"Bang bang! Hoo, hoo hoo! All the teachers and students of the school are paying attention, all the teachers and students of the school are paying attention, now all classes immediately go to the playground and stand in formation according to the raising of the national flag."

"Be sure to be neat and consistent in the middle, don't talk, go to the playground as quickly as possible, and the head teachers of each class will take care of their respective classes."

Ma Xiaojun's voice came from the tweeter, and the serious voice made everyone a little nervous, for fear that he would be the target of public criticism if he didn't do well.

Wang Manyin waved his hand, "Children, let's go, let's go to the playground, Huang Qiusheng, you lead the team."

"Yes!"

Huang Qiusheng stood up and agreed, and all the students got up and stood in two rows outside the corridor. After the class in front set off, they followed closely.

They have been in middle school for almost a year, and this is not the first time they have gathered on the playground. They came to the playground with ease and stood up, waiting for the school's next move.

Wang Manyin came to them with long legs, glanced at them, asked those who were not standing in a straight line to adjust their positions slightly, and then stood at the back of the class, quietly guarding them.

A few minutes later, the playground was full of black-and-white students. These students were generally dressed in rough clothes, with dark skin and messy hair. They looked like a group of street children.

The rostrum has been decorated long ago, and there are a few desks in the middle, covered with red cloth, and the red cloth on the wall of the rostrum is written [Shigejie Middle School Recalling Bitterness and Thinking of Sweetness Conference].

At this time, Ma Xiaojun, Gu Jiayan, and several other school leaders were sitting behind the desk, and there was a red cloth microphone on Ma Xiaojun's desk.

He patted the microphone, coughed, and said loudly: "Teachers, dear students, good morning everyone."

"The weather today is very nice. The wind is sunny and the sky is as clear as blue. In such a fine weather, our Reminiscence of Bitterness and Sweetness Conference is officially held!"

The students below "Papapa" gave applause very cooperatively.

After the applause subsided, Ma Xiaojun began to introduce the background of Recalling Bitterness and Thinking Sweetness, the significance of holding this meeting and various requirements. After more than ten minutes passed like this, he still felt a little unsatisfied after the speech.

"Okay, now let's ask Mr. Wang to tell us about his personal experience, so that you can see how cruel the previous era was, and how hard-won life is now."

After finishing speaking, a hunchbacked old man with a brand new sheep's belly coiled on his forehead, with a haggard face, dark skin, and tattered coarse clothes walked slowly onto the rostrum with a stick.

It seems that this is not the first time for this old man to participate in this kind of meeting of remembering bitterness and thinking about sweetness. Even though facing so many people in the audience, there is no tension in his eyes, instead he looks like he is used to it.

He coughed, first looked affectionately at the audience, then suddenly covered his face and began to cry, the cry was miserable, as if he had encountered the most injustice in the world.

However, the reaction of the students below was inexplicable. Wang Manyin crossed his arms and watched the old man's performance curiously.

The old man cried for a full half a minute, then choked up with the microphone and said, "Children, I can't help it when I see you, I really can't help it."

"Today you can stand here and read in peace of mind, and your stomachs are full every day. I suddenly think of the days when I was naked and didn't eat my next meal."

Wang Manyin was stunned for a moment. This old man speaks so well. He first set the scene by emotionally infecting the audience, and then began to draw out his own miserable life in the past. More importantly, his idioms are still so proficient!

I'm afraid the old man has memorized a few manuscripts specially. Every time there is such a meeting, he just memorizes it and it's over.

No wonder Wang Manyin always had an awkward feeling. The old man looked at life as miserable, and his emotions were in place, but he always gave people a feeling of being too procedural and wearing a mask.

In addition, although the old man's skin was dark and rough, and his clothes were ragged, he was in good spirits, and he didn't look like he was short of food and clothing at all.

However, these have nothing to do with Wang Manyin, these students listened with great interest, as if they were watching a play.

The old man Wang continued to wipe away his tears, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said in a rough voice:
"My surname is Wang, and I am a farmhand in Niujiagou. When I was a child, I was a part-time worker for a certain big landlord. At that time, all the land belonged to the landlord."

Then he began to tell about his previous life, how the landowners oppressed him, how miserable life was.

Wang Manyin also listened with great interest, he had never experienced that era, although the old man was an actor, but he could still listen to some words, just to understand what that era was like.

After talking for about half an hour, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the students below and said kindly, "Children, I am so happy to see you happily studying here."

"Children, do you know how such a peaceful life came about? Let me tell you, you have to thank you"

Then he started to talk about how good it is and how developed the current system is, we should be grateful and work hard in the future to serve the country.

Needless to say, some of the students below had their eyes red when they heard this, and their emotions had already been mobilized. This is exactly what the higher-ups requested for this conference.

When it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, the meeting ended, and the school simply let the students go to eat
(End of this chapter)