Li Shixin stayed in Liu Feng's room for more than five hours.

With Liu Feng's old man trivial, repetitive and lacking in the narrative of the sequence of events. Regarding the corner of the picture scroll of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, Li Shixin's heart became clearer and clearer.

Before publicly scolding the Memorial Hall of the DPRK on Weibo, and the Ministry of Education and Propaganda in fact, Li Shixin is not exactly touching porcelain and relying on the old to sell the old. Liu Feng's experience, as well as the words and deeds of XPO fans, actually touched him a lot.

It's not so much touching as resentment.

Since ancient times, domestic history writers have liked to narrate the big picture and focus on those who play a decisive role in historical events. But in Li Shixin's view, the temperature of a piece of history is precisely reflected in those relatively ordinary and ordinary people.

Before the memorial hall of propaganda and aid to Korea, Li Shixin was not completely buttoning his hat and throwing the pot. He had read Chen Boshi's history textbook, and the part about the war of aiding Korea had too many macroscopic descriptions and no in-depth descriptions at all. There is too little space to really implement the meaning of this war and the sacrifices of the combatants.

There are a few test points, obviously not all of them.

Ordinary people are not very sensitive to numbers, and it is more impactful to let a person remember the tragedy of a war and tell him that 10,000 people died in this war than to tell him that 10,000 mothers lost their sons, 10,000 women lost their husbands, and 10,000 families lost their fathers.

Previous histories are for intellectuals and elites, and the brevity of the macro narrative and the emphasis on key figures can elicit empathy for this segment. However, in the current era of information explosion and entertainment, it is obviously difficult for the big historical narrative and the empty expression of historical views to enter the hearts of ordinary people or the new generation.

What does this entail? It needs to integrate warm history into the story, into the pop culture to make a subtle impact.

And what really has temperature only exists in the memories of thousands of ordinary people like Liu Feng.

These memories are incomparably precious, but they lack dissemination and expression due to the low-key nature of the memory owners and the indifference of the mainstream.

With the passage of time, with the passing of these subjects of memory, the temperature of history is bound to get lower and lower.

Li Shixin did not want to delve into the complicated issues of education and the concept of history. is not in his position or seeking his own politics, for him, he only wants to do one thing well at the moment - that is, to spread Liu Feng's story in his own way.

It's past ten o'clock in the evening.

Liu Feng, who had been reminiscing for more than five hours, finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.

Looking at the old man who had been tossing all night and day and snoring slightly, Li Shixin smiled faintly and walked out of the room with the shorthand book that was already full of words and the image of a simple rabbit.

Outside the door, several of Liu Feng's children and Liu Feng's grandsons, as well as those old fans were waiting anxiously in the living room.

Seeing Li Shixin come out, everyone immediately surrounded him.

"Uncle Li, how is my dad?" "Shixin, is Brother Feng better?" "Xinye......"

In the face of everyone's gossip, Li Shixin waved his hand lightly, lowered his voice and said, "Don't shout, I just fell asleep." ”

Hearing the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Being able to sleep proves that there has been an improvement!

On the side, Liu Feng's grandson exhaled a long breath.

Li Shixin shook his head helplessly, "But it's still incomparable to before, it's easy to get excited, and crying a lot......"

Seeing the distressed appearance of Liu Feng's grandson and the Liu family's brothers and sisters, Li Shixin smiled faintly and patted him on the shoulder, "Come a little bit." Sooner or later it will get better. ”

Facing Li Shixin's relief, Liu Feng's grandson nodded with red eyes.

Anyway, Liu Feng's state has improved, and a group of people in the family are still happy.

Liu Jianfang, the only female general of the Liu family, wiped her tears, and only then did she find that a group of old people had stayed up all night because of Liu Feng's affairs, and immediately beckoned everyone to stop tossing tonight and live at home.

It is said that Liu Feng's house is not far from Jianhong Community, and it is more than ten minutes away when walking.

But on the one hand, he was worried about Liu Feng's situation, and on the other hand, he was afraid that going back so late would disturb Zhang Ying's rest, Li Shixin and the Liu family brothers and sisters chatted for a while, and then they got off the donkey and went to the bedroom upstairs with Liu Feng's grandson.

Some of the old fans were worried about their home, and they were driven back by the Liu family brothers and sisters, and some stayed at Liu Feng's house far away.

After coaxing these old fans back to the room to sleep, Li Shixin borrowed Liu Feng's grandson's laptop and returned to his room.

Liu Feng's participation in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea is roughly the story of a single seedling in a three-room room and a single seedling in a company; this single seedling experienced five battles in the first phase of the entire War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Unlike empty historical events, these experiences illustrate a significant war from the perspective of a soldier.

And the people and things involved in it also made Li Shixin feel a lot.

In the quiet night, accompanied by the lamp on the desk in Liu Feng's grandson's bedroom, Li Shixin opened the word.

A literary script based on his memory of "Those Things About the Rabbit That Year", adding Liu Feng's experience as an old man and Li Shixin's own popular science works on history, gradually took shape.

The other side of the city.

Chen Yiyi's home.

Chen Boshi, Chen Yiyi, and Su Sansan were looking at their school QQ group, their faces full of bitterness.

In the QQ group of more than 1,000 people, it was still jubilant until midnight.

"@铂诗大魔王, Chen Boshi, you damn traitor! first as a traitor to Liu Xin's fan nest, and then took away Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan, the two backbones of Liu Xin's fan group, now you are good, and you openly smashed the pot of our XPO fan group with two traitors, Chen Boshi, I am inseparable from you!"

"@铂诗大魔王, @苏叁叁, @陈依依, you three scum in the fan circle! Wow, yes, yes, I've made a yellow XPO fan group super talk, and we XPO fans have no home!

"Knock angry, knock angry! I went to check in after school in the afternoon, and I found that the fan group no longer exists! I went to the forum to find out that it was that stinky old man and the three of you again! The baby first powdered Liu Xin, Liu Xin was disabled by you, and then Fan Huazhang, Huazhang was stinky by you, and now you are in the pit of XPO, and you actually came out to make trouble! If you have the ability, don't leave after school at noon tomorrow! We will fight it out in the playground! Wow yes yes!"

(???) ，(???) ，(???) ......

looked at the frantically refreshed messages in the QQ group, and looked at the countless private messages naming themselves to ask for guilt. Three little girls in pajamas and ducks sitting on the bed with dull faces.

o(╥_╥)o: "It's over, Platinum...... Let's transfer, let's transfer!"

o(╥_╥)o: "I can already foresee that if we go to school tomorrow, we will die a terrible death...... Transfer! Must transfer!"

Looking at the two friends who seemed to be mentally retarded, Chen Boshi put away her slightly open mouth.

("):"You two are mentally retarded, Old Man Li has already thanked us on Weibo, and now I'm afraid that XPO fans across the country already know the names of the three of us, where can you transfer to another school?

was stimulated by Chen Boshi, Su Sansan and Chen Yiyi were desperate.

(;′?? Д?? `)，(;′?? Д?? `)

"So what are we going to do!?"

o(′^')o suck~

(uДu〃) sigh......

With a deep sigh, Chen Boshi raised her head. In the trembling of the double ponytails, her eyes moved slightly, and there were faint tears flickering.

"Let's learn from Old Man Li. ”

"What are you studying, your soul is weak!?

"No,"

Facing the complaints of her friends, Chen Boshi shook her head.

"Learn from Old Man Li's strategy, if you can't solve the problem, solve the person who has the problem. Turn people who see themselves unhappy as their own ......"

In the shaking of the double ponytails, Chen Boshi said quietly.

"Huh?"

Looking at Chen Boshi's wise face, Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan's eyes widened.

"So specifically...... How does it work?"

In the face of her companion's inquiry, Chen Boshi took out the phone clipped to her lap and dialed a number after thinking about it.

"Hey, Headmaster, are you asleep?"

"Well, there's nothing else to do with this call, I just can't sleep. ”

"Why can't you sleep? Oh yes, of course I'm being childish by those brain-dead fans who have no bottom line and no ethics! Principal, you say, what's wrong with the children now!"

"I think that in order to avoid this kind of moral education culture slipping through the net and defective products of quality education among the students of our No. 1 Middle School, it is necessary for the school to crack down on patriotic education!

If you can trust me, an outstanding student, a member of the Youth League, and the captain of the three-bar brigade, then you will call on this matter, and I will organize the students, and say to the outside world that the students are spontaneous and reflect the moral education achievements of our No. 1 Middle School, how do you say it......"

(End of chapter)