Some people are precious.

They are witnesses to history, a legend, or rather, they are history.

The Chinese nation is a nation full of disasters and hardships, and the history of blood and tears over the past 100 years is a history that future generations should remember, not suffering, but the indomitable spirit of self-improvement that it has inherited.

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

In some of today's literature studies, it is not impossible to cite individual examples of how bad his character was, how vulgar his upbringing, and how exploitative his background was, but at the same time of criticism, how many people would think that the reason why we remember them is really individuals?

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

For example, when I say Lei Feng, it seems a little ridiculous now, and even some people will say that he is not perfect, but our so-called "learning from Lei Feng" is really learning from him as a person? No, it is a quality that is learned, so in this case, the name "Lei Feng" not only belongs to the individual, but also synonymous with this quality in a specific period of time.

Because of this, after a certain name is sublimated, other people who died after the same dedication of the same period become so-called "unsung heroes".

It may be a 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 often brings the bitterness of some people, and they pay tribute to the post, but then, the names of these people will be integrated into the long river of history, except for specific people, they are difficult to remember.

Long March veterans are such a group.

The reason why they are precious is that they have become one of the few witnesses of the Long March, historical witnesses, historical participants, and national heroes.

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

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

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

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

After all, he is very old, no matter how heroic he is when he is young, he can't beat time, which confirms some words: the general has white hair, the beauty is twilight, and it is the most sorrowful.

However, although his health is no longer good, the old man of the Long March retains his usual habit of going to Tongren Primary School every day to participate in the flag-raising ceremony - perhaps because of him, Tongren Primary School is different from other primary schools in that it will raise flags every day.

At this time, the old man of the Long March stood in a corner, watching the flag raising in amazement.

"Listening to their family, the old man has nothing to do during the day, he seems to be in good spirits, everyone goes to pay New Year's greetings, the old man is happy, idle and teasing the little great-grandson, until the time of eating, eating, talking to the family one second ago, and smiling at the corner of his mouth the next second......" Dai Xiaoxiao's voice was a little low, and then pretended to be excited, "But fortunately, according to the age of the old man, it can be regarded as a joy and mourning." ”

"Of course, it's a happy funeral, and it is estimated that on today's day, the old man should be regarded as a return to the light." Han Ziyao and Wang Qiuhe came over when Gu Cang opened the video, and it was Han Ziyao who spoke at this time, she touched Gu Cang and Wang Qiuhe's heads, and said seriously.

Dai Xiaoxiao nodded: "I guess it is, when I met the old man yesterday, the old man also said that he had to celebrate the New Year with his little great-grandson no matter what...... Oh yes, listening to his family, the old man also praised Cangcang's performance for being very good. ”

"Tsk, Cangcang is doing well, add a chicken leg at night."

Gu Cang snorted.

Dai Xiaoxiao estimated that there was something wrong over there, so he hung up after talking for a while, leaving the atmosphere here a little sentimental, but soon, Han Ziyao and Wang Qiuhe were dragged to the kitchen to make dumplings.

Leaving Gu Cang tossing and turning on the sofa, he was finally so bored that he turned on the TV to watch the replay of the Spring Festival Gala.

But obviously absent-minded, his mind has been thinking about the old man of the Long March.

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

But he couldn't say exactly which unscrupulous creator or God it was manipulated, so he simply didn't think about it.

It's just that...... The memories before I became a panda are real, whether it is the change of the timeline or the parallel space, after I suddenly disappeared, did those people who had interacted with me also feel sad, and did they gradually forget their names after being sad?

When I think of this, I can't help but be sad.

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

So, with this uncomfortable thought, it wilted until the time of eating.

The dumplings are made by four people, because of the different abilities, the packages are also varied, strange, but you can eat it, but before eating, Han Ziyao said: "Make a wish before eating, I hid money in a dumpling, and any of you will be lucky for the next year." ”

"Ah, when did you hide the coin, how dirty it was." Han Xin said disgustedly.

"Don't worry, I've cleaned it well and boiled it in boiling water to sterilize it." Han Ziyao said triumphantly, "It's okay for you to eat it in your stomach, provided you can swallow it...... Alright, make a wish. ”

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

Seeing this, Gu Cang also pretended to hold the bear's paw and make a wish: I, the panda, longing for **!

"Eat, eat."

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

The stuffing is estimated to be made by Han Xin and Wang Cheng, although the two old men don't cook on weekdays, they have craftsmanship and taste, but because the dumplings are different, some of them leak directly, and they are particularly unpalatable.

The two girls snatched it up, pulled the chops they made into the bowls, and divided them to Han Xin, Wang Cheng and Gu Cang like a scourge.

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 snorted again, this can be regarded as confirmation, he spit it out directly, and then found that a coin was chewed into four petals by him......