The last letter was from Zhang Haiyang, this kid often hasn't heard from him for more than half a year, and it's rare to reply to the letter so timely this time. The letter is full of envy, jealousy and hatred, saying that he is crawling in the ravines and ravines, and Zhong Yuemin is happy and chic in school, playing the world, which is too fucking unfair!

He also asked Zhong Yuemin if he had the opportunity to be a teacher professionally or reinstate in school, and if he found the way and sent him a letter, he immediately applied to come back.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head while watching, picked up the pen and gave this brother a few replies letters, laughing and scolding during the process, and he didn't have a show.

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"Yuemin, Yuemin! Hurry up!"

Zhong Yuemin put away the pen and paper and walked out of the collection room with the sound.

"Sister Jinlan, how do you know I'm here?"

"You've been nesting here for two years, I already knew!" Luo Jinlan shook the snow off her body.

"Huh? Isn't the other one ······?" Zhong Yuemin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, no one else knows about you hiding here, only I know!" Luo Jinlan interrupted, "Don't let me go in, you want to freeze me to death?"

"No, no, come in quickly!" Zhong Yuemin let Luo Jinlan into the house and quickly closed the door, the winter in Beijing in January is really cold enough!

"Yo, I'm pretty good at it!, small stoves, hand covers, small teapots, you have all the things you should have, and you're not afraid to light the book!?"

"I'm very careful, people go out of the fire, and there are absolutely no hidden dangers!" Zhong Yuemin said with a smile, "Sister Jinlan, how do you know that I am in this place?"

"Hehe, you forgot that I was going to keep an eye on me?" Luo Jinlan joked.

Zhong Yuemin was relieved, "Sister Jinlan, is there anything wrong?"

"The comrades in the department held a school-wide meeting, saying that there was major news to announce, so that teachers and students should go back quickly!"

"Why is it so sudden?" Zhong Yuemin wondered.

"I don't know, but something seems to have happened!" Luo Jinlan said.

"Okay, you wait for me!" Zhong Yuemin turned to extinguish the fire in the stove.

Looking at the extinguished flames, Zhong Yuemin suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned around and asked Luo Jinlan: "Sister Jinlan, what time is it today?"

"Huh?" Luo Jinlan didn't react suddenly.

Zhong Yuemin repeated eagerly: "What day is today?"

"January 9th. Luo Jinlan didn't know why.

"January 9th, January 8th!" Zhong Yuemin muttered, but he sat on the chair with his ass, his eyes already red.

Luo Jinlan was frightened, "What's wrong?" Yuemin? What's wrong?"

"The Prime Minister is gone?"

"Ahh

"Premier Zhou is gone. ”

After Luo Jinlan understood what Zhong Yuemin said, she was stunned, and tears rolled out instantly.

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The news of Premier Zhou's death quickly spread all over the country, and people everywhere were grief-stricken, crying and crying.

dragged the sick body and wrote a farewell poem:

"Mountains and rivers swallowed, wiped tears speechlessly, and my heart was broken.

The heart is broken, the pillars are destroyed, and the heroes are lost.

The country is picturesque, and the heart of Dan is remembered, and the grand will will never be extinguished.

Never extinguished, new seedlings are strong, and the momentum is connected with the sky. ”

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Immediately afterwards, the media around the world reported the news of Premier Zhou's death.

Tokyo: The premier passed away and made great contributions to the construction of modern China

BEIJING: It was announced here today that the scholar and revolutionary, one of the founders of the Chinese revolution, died yesterday in Beijing at the age of 78 after a long illness.

TOKYO, AP -- The People's Republic of China, who has served as the country's prime minister since its founding in 1949, died today in Beijing after a long illness.

PARIS, AFP (AFP) -- China's No. 2 man, one of his oldest comrades-in-arms, and China's premier, died Thursday at the age of 78.

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UNITED NATIONS, Jan. 9 (Reuters) -- In order to mourn the late Chinese premier, the United Nations flag was lowered at half-mast today, and the flags of United Nations member states were not raised, a United Nations spokesman said, a form of mourning will continue for several days.

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Although the central and local media have followed the "propaganda discipline" to downplay the report of ***'s death as much as possible, the people of Beijing still got a definite news through various channels:

The motorcade for Premier Zhou's funeral will pass through Chang'an Avenue on the afternoon of January 11.

Zhong Yuemin remembers that it was a Sunday, the weather was unusually cold, and early in the morning, the teachers and students in the school spontaneously gathered together and marched to Chang'an Avenue.

Two tables were set up at the entrance of the school, and some students pulled black cloth into strips of cloth and handed them out to classmates and teachers, and some students were handing out white paper flowers.

In fact, as soon as I received the news yesterday, everyone went to the street to buy black yarn and white flowers, but all the shops were sold out, and all of them were bought by the masses.

Today, the black cloth here is actually urgently purchased by the student cadres, and the white flowers are handmade by the students.

But the truth is that Zhong Yuemin asked Qian Fat Man to help them, otherwise it would be impossible for the students to buy black gauze alone, because the whole country is out of stock.

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Ten miles of Chang'an Street, both sides of the street are densely packed with hundreds of thousands of people standing solemnly in the cold wind.

Without any propaganda, without any prior organization, hundreds of thousands of people in Beijing spontaneously poured onto Chang'an Avenue to see off the premier.

Zhong Yuemin stood quietly in the crowd, feeling the emotions of the crowd falling to the bottom, he didn't have much thought at the moment, only thick sorrow.

When the funeral convoy came from a distance, the hearse was surrounded by black and yellow banners, decorated with white flowers, solemn and solemn. People were in a sad mood and their eyes moved with the hearse. It was as if someone was commanding silently. The old man, the young man, and the child, all stood up straight, took off their hats, and looked at the hearse quietly, weeping, not bothering to wipe away the tears from their cheeks.

When the hearse drove by, the crowd quickly rushed forward, quickly squeezing the wide Chang'an Avenue, and everyone looked at the hearse in the distance, quietly watching the beloved prime minister go away.

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The year 1976 was really eventful for China, and it was also the eve of the dawn.

The death of the premier in January, not long after the death of Chairman Zhu De, was followed by an earthquake measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale in Tangshan, killing hundreds of thousands of people.

The people of the whole country have not yet recovered from their grief, and the central authorities have once again received bad news that the leader of the Chinese people, Marxists, great proletarian revolutionaries, strategists and theoreticians, and the main founders and leaders of the Communist Party of China, the Chinese People's Liberation Army and the People's Republic of China, have passed away.

The whole country was suddenly plunged into a gloomy and miserable fog, and all units in various localities set up mourning halls, and the masses of the people spontaneously kept a vigil for the chairman, and tears flew into a downpour.

The teachers and students of Tsinghua Garden are also like frosted eggplants, and the noisy and lively campus in the past has also fallen into a suffocating tranquility.

Zhong Yuemin was a little unrefreshed in class today, he was nowhere to be found, and the students below were listless.

After hastily ending the class, Zhong Yuemin rode to the house of Hou Sanye in Dongcheng.

Hou San is sick, he is over 70 years old this year, he suffered too much when he was young, and he was left with injuries that are difficult to recover, and the doctors have not admitted him to the hospital, but just let him eat and drink well.

Xiaoshou is very sad, but Hou Sanye can see it himself, he has long claimed that he has lived enough, he has done good things, and he has done a lot of bad things, and now he can end up with such a good death, it is already God who treats him well.

Xiaoshou asked people to carry a letter in the morning and asked Zhong Yuemin to go over, I am afraid that Hou Sanye is really not good, and he has something to explain to him.

As if to set off people's mood, the weather in Beijing on this day was extremely hazy, and there was a drizzle in the air. Zhong Yuemin rode all the way, and saw many units and streets, invariably organized, walking on different streets, mourning the *** who had just passed away.

On Beixinqiao Street in Dongcheng District, Zhong Yuemin was attracted by a special team, and he simply stopped the car.

The team is made up of kindergarten children, the oldest is no more than five or six years old, and the youngest is only three or four years old.

The other processions in the streets were all adults, and everyone knew how to control their actions and expressions in this solemn atmosphere.

But these kindergarten children can't do it, they don't understand these at all, they don't know how far they have gone, and when they reach Zhong Yuemin's eyes, their original tight little faces have been replaced by exhaustion.

The team was already a little crooked, but now it is even more messy, some are playing and playing, some are quarrelling, some are tired and crying, and the teacher who leads the team is busy and completely out of control.

The most interesting thing is the two little boys standing in the front row, one is white and fat, carrying a wreath that is not small compared to his body, and the other is relatively thin and tall, holding a red flag.

The team stopped moving forward, and the two little boys were talking to each other.

"Hey, Hong Tao, why haven't you spoken all afternoon?" the fat boy looked at the tall and thin boy curiously.

As a result, the little boy named Hong Tao had dull eyes and ignored the white and fat boy.

The white and fat little boy was in a hurry, his eyes rolled, he took out a toffee from his pocket, quickly stuffed it into Hong Tao's mouth, and then looked at him hopefully, "Sweet or not?"

"Sweet!" Hong Tao finally came back to his senses, "Zhang Dajiang, can you give me another one?"

"No!" It turned out that the tall and fat little boy was named Zhang Dajiang, and he hurriedly protected his pocket, "This is what my grandfather bought for me, and I don't have much!"

"Stingy!" Hong Tao scolded in disgust, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a few drops of water fell on his face, he reached out and wiped it, and found that a black hand was sticky.

When he looked up, he found that the slogan written by the brush on the red flag was soaked in the rain, and when he saw a few more drops of ink falling, he quickly hid back.

"Oh, you trampled on my shoes dirty!" Standing behind Hong Tao, a little girl who looked like a Barbie doll pushed Hong Tao hard, "Look at my shoes, they are wearing them for the first time today! I want to go home and sue your father!"

"Don't!" Hong Tao became nervous, "Jin Yue, I'll give you sugar, don't you sue my dad?"

"Hmph, I've seen it all, your sugar is still given by Zhang Dajiang, where do you still have sugar?!" said the little girl named Jin Yue in disbelief.

Hong Tao turned his head to look at Zhang Dajiang pitifully, "Dajiang, you give me one first, just borrow it from me, and pay you back the two later, okay?"

Zhang Dajiang hesitated for a while, and his little hand buckled in his pocket, probably counting how many candies there were, "I'll lend it to you, I don't want you to pay it back, but you want to play with me in the future, can it be done?"

"Cheng! Cheng!" Hong Tao was overjoyed.

"You don't allow others to bully me!" Zhang Dajiang dragged the candy, probably feeling a little distressed, and added another condition.

Hong Tao patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely not let others bully you." My grandfather said that you must be righteous to your friends!"

"Then we're friends from now on?" Zhang Dajiang asked happily, apparently already understanding what friends represented.

"You help me at this time, of course we are friends!" said Hong Tao.

"Here you go!" Zhang Dajiang grinned and gave Hong Tao the few sweets left in his trouser pocket, "My grandfather said that good things should be shared with friends!

Hong Tao was so moved that he almost cried, and he recognized Tiezi with Zhang Dajiang on the street.

Jin Yueqi, who was standing on the side, crooked her nose, "Hong Tao, you stepped on my shoes, you don't want to care, do you?"

"Tube, sure!" Hong Tao was startled, and hurriedly handed all the candy given by Zhang Dajiang to Jin Yue, and said flatteringly: "You don't sue my father, right?"

"Well, you're doing well, I'm not telling you for the time being. Jin Yue was satisfied with peeling a candy and putting it in her mouth, and the rest was put in her pocket, thinking about Zhang Dajiang and Hong Tao.

"Why did you give it to her?" Zhang Dajiang stared at Jin Yue's pocket, and then looked at his empty pocket, and said aggrievedly.

"I, I'll give it all to her as soon as I'm nervous!" Hong Tao was also a little frustrated.

At this time, there was another gust of wind, Hong Tao hurriedly turned around and asked Jin Yue, "Is there any ink behind the back?"

"It's all little black spots, just wait to go home and be beaten by your mother!" Jin Yue gloated.

"Huh?" Hong Tao cried.

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Others may think it's funny when they see this scene, but Zhong Yuemin is sweating profusely at this time, he deeply doubts that he is wearing the book of the "tenth name" god again, and encounters the great pervert of Hong Tao who has repeatedly crossed and worn out the space.

"Hong Tao?"

Hong Tao, who was preparing for the upcoming beating, turned his head to look at Zhong Yuemin, who called his name.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Peppa's younger brother, George. ”

Hong Tao asked confusedly, "What is George?"

"This uncle is so strange! Hong Tao ignore him!" Jin Yue pulled Hong Tao, bit her ear and said, "The teacher told us not to talk to people we don't know!"

"I'm not afraid! My grandfather specializes in dealing with bad guys! Last time he caught a thief!" Hong Tao said arrogantly.

"Really?" Zhang Dajiang admired: "Your grandfather is amazing!"

"My grandfather is the best, he is still an eighth-level worker in the factory, do you know an eighth-level worker?"

"I don't know. Zhang Dajiang shook his head.

"Grade 8 workers are ······" Hong Tao glanced at Zhong Yuemin, his eyes were full of cunning, Zhong Yuemin secretly said that it was not good, and sure enough, Hong Tao howled at the top of his throat: "Teacher, there are bad people!

Zhong Yuemin really convinced this little ghost, he thought that the child's attention was easy to diverge, and he didn't know what to talk about, but the result was a move!

In the end, it took Zhong Yuemin a long time to explain clearly to the teacher, but he was relieved that Hong Tao was indeed Hong Tao, but he did not cross it.