With the strong support of Principal Li, Zhang Jiaming, in the name of the school's team committee, launched a proposal to the young pioneers of the school to let the spirit of Lei Feng stay in my heart forever, and at the end of each semester, the advanced individuals and advanced class collectives who learn from Lei Feng will be selected.

In order to make his class stand out in the final evaluation, Zhang Jiaming made a detailed plan for his class's activities in this semester, and the first collective public welfare activity this week will be arranged in Yangjiang Social Welfare Institute to send warmth and love to the lonely elderly and disabled children there.

Before his rebirth, Zhang Jiaming had visited this welfare organization more than once as a volunteer, providing some help to the lonely elderly and disabled children there.

Except for Wang Haitao, who did not go because of an arm injury, at 8 o'clock on Sunday morning, all 47 students arrived, Zhang Jiaming and Lin Na, who were the class leaders and deputy class leaders, walked at the forefront of the team and walked for nearly an hour to the Yangjiang City Social Welfare Institute located at the junction of the suburbs.

Responsible for receiving these 47 little Lei Feng is He Jing, the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the Welfare Institute, Zhang Jiaming had dealt with her many times when he participated in volunteer activities in his previous life, and He Jing was already the director of the Welfare Institute at that time.

The current dean is an old man in his sixties with only one arm, and his surname is Gao.

Gu Hejing introduced that Dean Gao was a veteran revolutionary who had participated in the Liberation War, and his disabled arm was blown up by enemy shells during the war.

Zhang Jiaming divided the students into two groups, one group was led by Lin Na, the deputy class leader, to clean up the lonely and widowed elderly, and the other group led the other group of students to play games with the disabled children.

Looking at the cheerful laughter of these orphans who were abandoned by their biological parents because of their disabilities from time to time, Zhang Jiaming always felt sincerely relieved in his heart, and this feeling can only be deeply experienced by fathers and mothers.

When it was close to 12 o'clock at noon, Zhang Jiaming took his group of classmates to meet with Lin Na's group, preparing to temporarily end today's very meaningful activities.

When Zhang Jiaming said goodbye to He Jing, He Jing kept everyone and said that Dean Gao arranged for the students to have dinner in the welfare home at noon today.

Under the hospitality, Zhang Jiaming had no choice but to say: "Aunt He, it's okay for us to stay here for dinner, but we still have to pay for the meal." ”

Hearing Zhang Jiaming's words, Aunt He waved her hand again and again, and said with a smile: "You gave up your rest time to send warmth and love to the lonely elderly and disabled children here, we are already very grateful, you see how happy these old people and children are to see you coming, these are not measured by money!" Let's go, Dean Gao is waiting for you in the cafeteria of the welfare home! ”

Zhang Jiaming and his classmates just walked into the cafeteria and saw Dean Gao waving the only remaining arm to beckon everyone to sit down and eat, at this time, the master of the canteen also sent the fragrant meals to each student's table one by one, seeing the happy expressions on the students' small faces, Zhang Jiaming felt that this meaningful activity would definitely enrich the hearts of each student, and this kind of activity would be carried out in a lasting and effective manner in the future.

After lunch, Dean Gao asked everyone to talk together, and Zhang Jiaming proposed: "Students, shall we let Grandpa Gao tell us his battle story?" ”

"Good!" The students replied in unison.

Seeing that the enthusiasm of the students was so high, Dean Gao nodded, smiled and opened the conversation, telling the students about his revolutionary experience.

It turned out that Grandpa Gao was a soldier in the Kuomintang army at the beginning, and it was not until 1947 that he held an uprising under the leadership of the regiment commander and formally joined the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and then participated in the Huaihai and Hai Campaigns, crossed the river, and fought all the way to the southwest.

"Grandpa Gao, can you tell us about one of the most memorable battles you've ever participated in?" Zhang Jiaming asked in a child's voice like a little adult.

"Speaking of my most memorable battle, it should be the battle after I participated in the uprising to cover the transfer of the division headquarters, that battle was fought from noon to evening, all the officers and soldiers of our company except me and the squad leader were still alive, everyone else was killed, and the squad leader took me out of the siege in the dark, at that time we were both wounded, and the enemy was closely chasing us both behind, at this time I was shot in the leg again, and the squad leader hid me in a hidden cave, and then led the enemy away from the other direction, If it weren't for our class leader, I wouldn't be where I am today. Speaking of this, Dean Gao choked up a little.

Dean Gao wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and continued: "Our squad leader has a bad temper, and he can't pull back eight cows when he makes a mess, and the comrades behind his back call him a foolish squad leader, but he is a person with real skills, I have already followed him when I killed the devil during the Anti-Japanese War, and cutting the devil's head is like cutting a watermelon, one knife is accurate, and the perennial bloody battle has also made his whole body covered with scars......

Hearing this, Zhang Jiaming felt that the image of the old squad leader in Dean Gao's mouth was so familiar?

"Dean Gao, can you tell us more about your squad leader's personal situation?" Zhang Jiaming asked urgently.

"Good!" Dean Gao nodded, "Our squad leader's surname is Lu, his name is Lu Danian, he is three or four years older than me, if he is still alive, he should be in his early sixties now, our squad leader is not too tall but very strong, because he had practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple in his early years, so he has a good kung fu ......"

That's right, isn't this the old bastard grandpa! Although he didn't dare to be 100%, but he didn't leave 100%, Zhang Jiaming glanced at Lu Xiaokun and found that this kid was holding an apple in both hands and gnawing like a little squirrel, and said in his heart: "This heartless child is talking about your grandfather!" ”

Dean Gao interacted with the children for more than an hour before the patriotic education class ended.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the forty-seven students in the class lined up to leave the Yangjiang Social Welfare Institute with full of spiritual gains, of course, for Zhang Jiaming and Lu Xiaokun, the harvest was even greater, because they unexpectedly got the good news about the muddy grandfather.

After returning to the city, Zhang Jiaming announced his disbandment after explaining the safety matters to his classmates, and he and Lu Xiaokun got on the bus to the Workers Activity Center of the Mining Bureau.

When the two of them got off the bus at the station, they jumped up and down and were about to go to the courtyard, but they almost collided with a few little hooligans who came out of it, and one of them seemed to be injured in the arm, and these little hooligans turned around and shouted while running: "You wait, old thing, wait a while, the little bad seed will come to clean you up!" ”

Hearing the name of the little bad seed, Zhang Jiaming couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, this is annoying!

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