A widower's entertainment

Chapter 118 [There are no wonders in the world] (please subscribe)

In the yard, the time is quiet, the children are playing games carefree, and there is a sound of children's voices and laughter.

Lin Youcheng watched those children playing games. This was the reason why those ancestors were not afraid of difficulties and fought resolutely, even if they shed blood and sacrificed their lives.

There are traces for the ancestors to follow when they embark on the life path they chose, and there are also clues for the children's life path.

Lin Youcheng felt that he should start writing those stories that had been hidden for a long time.

He didn't know how readers would feel if they found out that Lynch had met those people in that period of history.

Just like Lin Youcheng himself, he doesn't know how he will feel when he sees his little soldier Lin Zhaoman actually put on a green military uniform and become a soldier of the People's Liberation Army.

Lin Youcheng doesn't know this now.

Lin Youcheng never even thought that Lin Zhaoman, the carrot-headed man running around the yard with a toy wooden gun, would put on that green military uniform in the future, go to a distant place, and follow his own path in life.

Every child has his own path in life. Now he is in a square yard, but in the future he will go to the wider world outside.

Lin Youcheng is just looking at Lin Zhaoman with a smile on his face, holding a toy wooden gun, like a little warrior, standing in the sun guarding a family of three playing house, Lin Zhaohuan plus Zhao Wenjie, and a baby Lin Zhaole. .

“Fourth brother, get out of the way, you’ve trampled my doll to death.

Lin Zhaohuan saw Lin Zhaoman, who was holding his head high and his chest high, crushing the little clay man she had worked so hard to make with his kick. She was instantly unhappy and her mouth dropped, as if she was about to cry.

Little soldier Lin Zhaoman quickly apologized. He ate the people's food and trampled to death their dolls, which was really too much.

"I'm sorry, can I give you a pinch?"

When Lin Zhaohuan heard Lin Zhaoman's words, he pursed his lips and nodded.

Lin Zhaoman naturally quickly made a clay doll for Lin Zhaohuan.

Seeing a few carrots playing and getting covered in mud, Lin Youcheng knew that there was a washing machine at home, but he couldn't help but said, "Zhaoman, look at your younger brothers and sisters, don't let them get their clothes dirty." "

"Okay, I know."

The little warrior Lin Zhao replied without raising his head, concentrating on making clay dolls for the crowd.

It’s strange to know!

Lin Youcheng seemed to be used to it, and he felt that what he said was in vain.

Jiang Xiulian, who was sweeping the yard nearby, couldn't help laughing when she heard Lin Youcheng's words and said, "Uncle, if this were in our countryside, I'm afraid everyone would roll in the mud and turn into mud monkeys."

Lin Youcheng heard Jiang Xiulian's words and asked with a smile: "Will there be a meal of fried pork with bamboo shreds waiting for them when they get home?"

Before Jiang Xiulian could answer, Lin Zhaohuan heard Lin Youcheng's words and asked innocently: "Dad, what kind of dish is fried pork with bamboo shreds? Is it delicious?"

"..."

Lin Youcheng thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It doesn't taste good, so you must not try it."

"Then Dad, did you taste it before you knew it wasn't delicious?"

"..."

Lin Youcheng felt that he, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, was sometimes very distressed.

Lin Youcheng silently recited it in his heart, "There are no taboos in children's words, and there are no taboos. Amitabha is his own child."

Jiang Xiulian couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Youcheng did not continue to discuss the dish of stir-fried pork with bamboo shreds with Lin Zhaohuan, nor did he continue to watch a few Carrot Head games. He got up and entered the room.

Because he is also busy writing manuscripts. If he doesn't write manuscripts, how will he feed these caring and heart-warming little cotton-padded jackets. After "Strange Things in the World", he will now follow the traces of Lynch's life again and start writing stories about his encounters with Lynch in the past history.

Lin Youcheng didn't tell Zhang Jiefang that he wanted to play all four famous actors.

But he knew very well that he had this plan in mind, and he had thought about it, why not do it.

It’s not just the four famous dancers, why can’t he do it all once!

Of course, as a middle-aged man, he wants it. Lin Youcheng also knows that the requirements for manuscript selection in the four major magazines are still very high, otherwise he would not be called the four famous celebrities. Lin Youcheng does not want his story to be rejected. .

After all, rejection is not entirely impossible.

It's just that in Lin Youcheng's view, the stories of those people should not face rejection. He must write the stories more seriously. Of course, different stories will naturally require different adaptations, so that readers can truly feel the story. It is a true story that actually happened in this specious time and space.

Since it is one of the four major magazines, it naturally has four stories.

That’s the story of not just one person, but a group of people.

There may be no miracles like Lynch in the world, but there are other thrilling stories.

Or, that's not a story.

Those stories are all realities that have happened. The reality may be more shocking and thrilling.

After all, in that period of history, the ancestors who were willing to mend the broken sky of China with their passion, made their voices shake the world, ignited lightning, and used their lives to sing a song that stretched across the rainbow. No one knows it, but it is equally touching.

The color left by those ancestors who went on to succeed and pledged themselves to the country is red.

Lin Youcheng glanced outside the door. Young children were playing recklessly in the yard. The red color on Lin Zhaoman's neck was still very eye-catching and bright.

But behind the bright and beautiful red is the blood of countless ancestors.

That's an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood.

Some literary critics have previously commented that he did not focus much on the events of that special era in "The Curious Case of the Human Being". Even though Lynch also entered the battlefield and participated in the war, it is obvious that the entire story of "The Curious Case of the Human Being" It's not about that era, but about Lynch's life.

Obviously, those literary critics don't know that there are so many touching and soul-stirring stories hidden in Lynch's stories.

Now Lin Youcheng wants to start writing the first story about his encounter with Lynch.

Or perhaps, what Lin Youcheng is writing now is not a story, but a suicide note.

That suicide note is also a monologue in the wind left to the world——

"I am in purgatory, leaving this record. I only hope that my family and Sister Yu can forgive me for my decision at this moment. But I firmly believe that you will eventually understand my feelings."

"My dear people, I am so ruthless to you because the nation is on the verge of survival, and we have no choice but to risk our lives to save it. My body is about to perish, but my soul will be with you."

……

Yes, there is no such thing as rejuvenation.

Some are just the flesh and blood of our ancestors who sacrificed fearlessly when the nation was on the verge of survival.

　Life is long, but life is also very short. In an instant, we may have skipped over the clues and traces of the child’s past. There are also main threads being pushed in daily life. Xi’erhui said that she wanted to be a doctor, but what medical school and which department are the doctors? , Siu Qing, who is poor in mathematics, said that there is no one to study when becoming a scientist. Domineering Siu Mei wants to be the most powerful director. What will be the debut of a female director? Siu Man, a young soldier, is more powerful than his brother in the Young Pioneers. When will he go? join the army……

　　In fact, I don’t want to state it directly, because it seems to limit the child’s life. After all, although there is such a plan for life, more is still unknown... and the red scarf is the red corner of the pioneer, the red flag dyed red by the ancestors who changed their names. Four corners, four stories...

　　Times are slow and life is fast. On this road, there are not only thrilling mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but also simple and touching small bridges and flowing water. It is inevitable for people to leave or meet on this road. Frankly speaking, the part-time scumbag author is anxious, uneasy, timid, very ashamed, and has limited writing power, but he has always been carefully conceiving the plot... He really needs support! grateful! Please subscribe! Asking for a monthly ticket! Please support ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Give me some motivation, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　

　

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