I am a national treasure, who am I afraid of?

Chapter 317 The dead are gone, the living are like this

Some people are precious.

They are witnesses of history, a legend, or in other words, they are history.

The Chinese nation is a nation full of disasters. The century-old history of blood and tears is a history that future generations should remember. It is not about suffering, but about the spirit of perseverance and self-improvement that has been passed down.

In that history of blood and tears, countless ancestors threw their heads and blood, and their sense of historical responsibility raised their figures infinitely.

In some literature studies today, it is not impossible to say how bad his character is, how vulgar his upbringing is, and how exploitative his background is, but at the same time as criticizing, how many people would think that we The reason why they are remembered, is it really a person?

Some names, in a specific historical stage, after being scoured and washed by the long river of history, are not actually a certain person, but represent a certain group, which is a kind of spiritual sublimation.

For example, when I say **, it seems a bit ridiculous now, and some people will even complain that he is not perfect, but what we call "learning **" is really learning from him?No, what is learned is a quality, so in this case, the name "**" not only belongs to the individual, but also a synonym for this quality in a specific period of time.

Because of this, after a certain name was sublimated, other people who died after the same dedication at the same time became the so-called "unsung heroes".

It may be a kind of sadness, but it is unstoppable.

Whenever the media reports the death of a certain scientist, a certain academician, a certain veteran, or a certain writer, it will often arouse some people's bitterness, and they will post their respects one after another, but then, these people's names will be integrated into the long river of history , except for certain characters, they are hard to remember.

Long March veterans are such a group.

They are precious because they have become one of the few Long March witnesses, historical witnesses, historical participants, and national heroes.

Some specific names representing the spirit of the Long March were recorded, and after the death of the veterans of the Long March, they will also be integrated into the spirit of the Long March.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it is very lofty and heavy, representing a kind of glory.

It's a pity that for history, it is insignificant; for his family, there is only grief.

Whether it is Gu Cang or Dai Xiaoxiao, so far, they don't know what the name of the old man Changzheng is, but they can still learn some things about his life from his close people.

After all, I am very old, no matter how heroic I was when I was young, I can't match the time, which confirms some words: the general has gray hair, the beauty is late, and the most sad.

However, although his health was failing, the old man Changzheng still kept his old habit of going to Tongren Elementary School to participate in the flag-raising ceremony every day—maybe it was because of him that Tongren Elementary School was different from other elementary schools in that the flag was raised every day.

At this time, the old man of Changzheng stood in a certain corner, staring blankly at the raising of the flag.

"I heard from their family members that the old man is fine during the day and seems to be in good spirits. Everyone went to pay New Year's greetings. The old man was happy and teased his little great-grandson when he was free. While eating, I was chatting happily with my family one second, but the smile on the corner of my mouth stopped moving the next second..." Dai Xiaoxiao's voice was a little low, and then she pretended to be excited, "But it's okay, according to the old man's age , it’s a joy or a funeral.”

"Of course it's a joyous funeral, and I guess today is the day when the old man will come back." Han Ziyao and Wang Qiuyu came together when Gu Cang was playing the video. It was Han Ziyao who was talking at this time, and she touched Gu Cang. The heads of Cang and Wang Qiuyu spoke solemnly.

Dai Xiaoxiao nodded: "Probably, when I met the old man yesterday, the old man said that he had to spend the New Year with his great-grandson no matter what... Oh yes, I heard from his family that the old man also praised Cang Cang's performance for being very good."

"Tsk tsk, Cangcang is doing well, add a chicken leg tonight."

Gu Cang snorted.

Dai Xiaoxiao probably had something to do with her, so she hung up after talking for a while, leaving the atmosphere a bit sentimental, but soon, Han Ziyao and Wang Qiuyu were dragged to the kitchen to make dumplings.

Gu Cang was left to toss and turn on the sofa, and finally got so bored that he turned on the TV to watch the rerun of the Spring Festival Gala.

However, he was obviously absent-minded, thinking about the old man Long March all the time in his mind.

It's not that he has deep feelings, but he thinks of himself and others. At first, he searched for the people he was familiar with, but found that none of them existed, so he felt that this was a parallel world.

But he couldn't tell exactly which unscrupulous creator or god manipulated it, so he simply didn't think about it.

It's just... the memory before I became a panda is real. Whether it's a timeline change or a parallel space, after I suddenly disappeared, whether those people I have been with have ever felt sad, whether after the sad, Have you gradually forgotten your own name?

When I think of this, it is inevitable to be sad.

When I think that I will only live for more than 20 years as a giant panda, my heart will be broken... What a pit.

So, with this uncomfortable thought, I languished until I ate.

The dumplings were made by four people. Because of their different abilities, the dumplings were made in various ways, all kinds of strange things, but as long as they can be eaten, Han Ziyao said, "Before eating, I make a wish. I hid money in a dumpling. Whoever eats it will be lucky for the next year."

"Ah, when did you hide coins, how dirty it is." Han Xin said disgustedly.

"Don't worry, I cleaned it well and sterilized it with boiling water." Han Ziyao said triumphantly, "It's fine if you eat it in your stomach, as long as you can swallow it... that's fine, let's make a wish."

The four of them closed their eyes, put their hands together and began to make a wish.

Seeing this, Gu Cang also pretended to hug the bear's paw and make a wish

"Eat and eat."

After making a wish, the four of them and one bear began to eat.

The stuffing was probably made by Han Xin and Wang Cheng. Although the two old men don't cook on weekdays, they are skilled and taste good. However, because the dumplings are different, some of them leak directly, which is particularly unpalatable.

The two girls scrambled back and forth, dragged their own steaks into bowls, and distributed them to Han Xin, Wang Cheng, and Gu Cang like a catastrophe. With the New Year's atmosphere on TV, it was fun.

While eating, Gu Cang grabbed a dumpling and chewed it.

Boom.

Everyone was stunned and looked at him in unison.

"Coins?" Han Ziyao asked tentatively.

Gu Cang blinked, chewed again, and clicked again, this time it was confirmed, he spit it out, and then found a coin that he had chewed into four pieces...

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