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Chapter 308 The Golden Fishhook

Wine is Erguotou.

The entrance is very spicy.

As it flowed down his mouth and into his throat, Zhou Yang felt his throat was hot, and at the same time, he choked so hard that tears almost fell down.

For Zhou Yang, who seldom drinks baijiu, Erguotou is really a heavy-tasting wine.

But it seems that the old people especially like to drink this sip.

Especially the one-armed old man named Lao Yang, after a little smoke, he was immersed in it and took a sip with a very enjoyable expression.

"Lao Yang, you are still so gentle..."

An Xiao's grandfather was named An Jianwu.

No one would have guessed that this smiling, kind-looking old man, who looked like the old man next door, joined the army at the age of 13 to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, Civil War, Anti-US Aid Korea, commanded the counterattack against Vietnam, the Sino-Indian border counterattack, and even at the moment of the founding of the country, He is one of the small group of people who stand beside the great man and is forever left in the painting. He is also the youngest one, and he is one of the two living fathers.

This is what Tang Xiao whispered to Zhou Yang when he was cooking and seeing Zhou Yang in a daze.

How could such a small person like Zhou Yang have come into contact with people of this class?
While respecting the old man, he also felt an invisible pressure pressing on him, making him breathless.

To write a script for such an awesome old man, if the script is not well written, it's not...

"The chief is joking..." The one-armed old man smiled embarrassedly: "As long as this wine has the taste of the past..."

In fact, the real Erguotou will not feel particularly spicy after drinking, and it will not be easy to get on it, it will only feel particularly strong, but the two old people don't seem to like drinking that kind of fine brew.

In the year of ice and snow, a sip of strong wine not only dispelled the severe cold, but also boosted the spirit and gave birth to the motivation to move forward with difficulty.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Zhou Yang heard the two old people talking about many stories.

Unknowingly, I chatted about the past years, the scene when I climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grass, and I also talked about the instructor.

"Dig wild vegetables, eat grass roots, gnaw bark, and eat whatever you can eat. The cooking squad leader saw that our little comrades were so hungry that they couldn't walk, so he turned over the bag containing the grain, washed it with water, and boiled it." "Rice soup" for everyone to drink, that bowl of "rice soup" with almost no rice saved my dying comrades and me from the brink of life and death..."

"When we encounter water, even if we know there are fish in it, we can't do anything..."

"I didn't have the strength to wade into the ditch to catch fish. Even if I had the strength, I didn't dare to go down. Many comrades in arms once fell into such a ditch and never came out again..."

"Later, the old squad leader thought of the sewing needle on his body..."

"..."

The wine is slightly smoked.

When Mr. Yang saw the one on the table, his breath became sore and his eye circles turned red unconsciously.

Even though it is already a peaceful age and the material is abundant, but recalling the scenes of those years, I still have tears in my eyes.

People who have survived from the edge of life and death cherish the present life even more.

Those were the years of climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands.

Zhou Yang's nose was sore when he heard this. This world is similar to the original one, has a similar history, and also has a group of pioneers who have been moving forward step by step in the difficult years.

listen listen...

He suddenly thought of the original world vaguely, an elementary school text called "Golden Fishhook".

(There are two controversies over the original author of this text. According to the August 1959, 8 edition of [Workers' Daily], the author of "Golden Fishhook" is Mr. Yang Xu. According to relevant reports on Huaxia Military Net, "Golden Fish" The author of "Hook" is Mr. Lu Dingyi.)
When the floodgate of memory was opened, Zhou Yang felt that the picture became clearer, and even most of the text in the textbook was still fresh in Zhou Yang's memory.

That text has more than 2000 words. When Zhou Yang was in elementary school, he was very afraid of this text, because this text was specially emphasized by the class teacher, and he had to recite the whole text.

Later, the text was really long. Except for a small number of children with good memory who could recite it, the other children couldn’t recite it after a long time. In the end, the head teacher allowed this text to be recited in sections, but The segment that is disassembled must have integrity.

At that time, Zhou Yang was also tortured by this article. Later, not long after Zhou Yang graduated from elementary school, I heard that this article was revised and deleted, and replaced it with the story of "Edison Saves His Mother".

"At that time... hey..."

Mr. Yang sighed, took another sip of Erguotou, feeling very touched in his heart, after wiping away his tears, he looked at the sky outside the house.

The sun has set.

A round of bright moon hangs high in the void, and the light shines on the land through the clouds.

Zhou Yang lowered his head.

For a time, I couldn't tell whether I was in this world or the original world.

It seems that everything is like an extremely real dream, and I even feel that I am still in the dream and have not yet awakened.

Everyone present seemed to be infected by emotions, and finally felt lost.

"Boss An..."

"Ok?"

"Does the story "Golden Fishhook" exist in elementary school textbooks in this world?"

After hearing Zhou Yang's question, An Xiao hesitated for a moment, seemed to be lost in memory, and finally shook her head: "Probably not, what is the content of this text?"

"It's just... what I told Mr. Yang."

"Oh, it is indeed an emotional era."

"Yes." Zhou Yang lowered his head, and the memory of the text in his mind began to become clearer and clearer with the voice of Old Yang.

"Xiao Zhou, what are you whispering again?"

"Grandpa, Zhou Yang told me about "The Golden Fishhook" just now...and asked if the story of Grandpa Yang can be incorporated into the elementary school textbooks." An Xiao glanced at An Jianwu, and then looked at Mr. Yang .

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at An Xiao in astonishment: "You mean..."

"Grandpa Yang, I think many stories should be recorded. Now is an era of peace, but because of the era of peace, we must be more vigilant. Peace has never been easy to come by. I hope the sun will shine on our land forever, and don't forget the martyrs The ground is covered with blood." An Xiao said these words.

"Xiao Zhou, how do you plan to write it?" When An Xiao finished speaking, Mr. Yang didn't answer, but Mr. An Jian and Wu An looked at Zhou Yang with a little curiosity.

Zhou Yang was suddenly nervous.

It was an indescribable tension, even a slight sense of oppression.

An Zhibin's eyes were still a little cold, Tang Xiao was encouraging, and Yang Lao was still a little astonished.

Zhou Yang subconsciously stood up.

"Grandpa Yang, can I repeat your words in...your tone?"

"Okay." Elder Yang was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.

"In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Fourth Front Army entered the grassland, many comrades suffered from stomach problems. Two young comrades and I were so ill that we couldn't keep up with the team. The instructor sent the cooking squad leader to take care of us and let us walk behind..."

"The head of the cooking class is almost 40 years old. He is quite tall, with a slightly hunchbacked back, a square face, high cheekbones, wrinkles on his face, and gray temples..."

"..."

Zhou Yang is too familiar with the opening paragraph.

He had read it countless times and recited it countless times. He, who had been tormented by his class teacher and hated him deeply, felt deeply touched at this moment, and there were bursts of soreness in his nose.

That is, the memory of that era.

Elder Yang was stunned.

The eye circles that were slightly better suddenly turned red again.

Scenes from the past seemed to blow by like a breeze before the eyes, and those people or things in memory began to become very clear, as if they could be touched.

Subconsciously, he also stood up.

An Xiao also had a flash of shock.

Many things that Zhou Yang said were things that Mr. Yang hadn't said, and Mr. Yang never even described the "specific appearance of the old squad leader".

Tang Xiao and An Zhibin also looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

Zhou Yang's voice was very gentle. When he described the story paragraph by paragraph, it seemed that the person concerned had witnessed the scenes with his own eyes, and it seemed that he had experienced the self-report of that era.

"From now on, the old squad leader tried his best to find a place with a pond to camp, settled us down, and went out with a fishhook. The next day, he could always bring us steaming fresh fish and wild vegetable soup. Although we It's still getting weaker day by day, which is much better than just eating grass roots and wild vegetables. But as for the old squad leader himself, I have never seen him eat a little fish..."

When Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and read this passage, the circles of Old Yang's eyes became redder, and he wiped away his tears again.

"Grandpa Yang, tissues..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Elder Yang didn't take the napkin handed over by Tang Xiao, but touched his eyes with that hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

Those stories, as if just yesterday, are so clear...

The joy, anger, sorrow and fear of those comrades-in-arms were presented in front of his eyes one after another. Although decades had passed and the vicissitudes of time had changed, the voices and appearances still rang in his ears.

"On the second day, the old squad leader brought very little fish soup. There was only half a catfish in each enamel bowl, with a little bit of wild vegetables floating on it. He smiled and said: "Eat it, it's just a little less.well!A very big fish has been hooked and ran away again! "

Zhou Yang's eye circles also began to turn slightly red. I don't know if it was because of the original memory or because of the content in the text.

Although it is a very simple text, it is full of complex emotions. How many unknown stories are filled with the contents that appear vividly on the paper?
Following his memory, Zhou Yang unconsciously added some vague content that had been memorized.

The text of more than 2000 words is surprisingly smooth...

"Old squad leader, eat! We will carry you out of the grass!" I almost cried. "

"No, you can eat. You must go out of the grass! See the instructor and tell him that I have not fulfilled the tasks assigned to me by the party and have not taken good care of you. Look, you are all so thin..."

"The old squad leader stroked my head with a rough hand. Suddenly, his hand dropped."

"Old squad leader! Old squad leader!" we shouted.But the old monitor, he, his eyes slowly closed.We threw ourselves on the old squad leader, sobbing, for a long, long time. "

"After wiping away my tears, I carefully wrapped the fishhook left by the old squad leader and put it in my close-fitting pocket. I thought: After the victory of the revolution, we must send it to the Memorial Hall of Revolutionary Martyrs so that our son Children and grandchildren come to pay their respects to it. On this fishhook covered with red rust, there is a brilliant golden light shining!"

"..."

Zhou Yang thought about it.

For some reason, the eye sockets are also moist.

When the last sentence came to mind, there was a moment of silence in the audience.

The silence lasted for a long, long time...

(End of this chapter)