When the old horse got up early in the morning, he saw a big deck chair on the balcony, looked at it in surprise, then put down his crutches and sat down. Wide armrests, wooden headrests, footrests, or elongated ones! It is especially suitable for a big man like an old horse, who is 1.8 meters taller, and is more moisturized than the one lying down in his hometown. For the old horses after the ancient rarity, the recliner is like a feather fan to Zhuge Kongming, and a somersault cloud golden hoop stick is to Sun Xingzhi, which is a high-end configuration of the first level of the fairy magic weapon. The old horse lay on it and shook the folding fan, very free, and suddenly felt that life was different from then on.

Tsai got up late this morning, ran out of the house with his schoolbag on his back, and didn't even have time to eat a bite of oatmeal. Gui Ying got up early, and she was still nervous, but when she left, she didn't see the old horse. For this 100-point recliner, you don't care about what kind of overnight hatred of the old horse. Zhiyuan hurriedly carried Yangyang to the sofa and sat down, turned around to get her schoolbag and changed her shoes by the way. Usually at this time, Yangyang would chat with Lao Ma for a few words, but today they have nothing to say to each other. Zhiyuan noticed the abnormality, hugged Yangyang to the old horse and said, "Yangyang, say goodbye to grandpa!" ”

Yang Yang turned his head in slow motion, pouting.

"Mom was joking with you yesterday - it doesn't count! Come! Shake hands with grandpa and make good friends again! Zhiyuan pulled out the fleshy little wrist. Seeing the situation, Lao Ma also stretched out his big hand like a withered branch, making a grand gesture of meeting and shaking hands with leaders.

"Come, shake hands with grandpa!" Zhiyuan handed the rippling little hand to the palm of the old horse. The old horse held Yangyang's little hand, shook it three times in a standard manner, and looked at Yangyang with a loving face.

"It's a good friend to shake hands! Say goodbye to grandpa! You said I was going to school! ”

"I ...... I'm going to school! Yang Yang, who was dozing off with his eyes, looked at the old horse and said. After speaking, Zhiyuan picked her up and went straight to the kindergarten. This is how the hurried week began.

Xingsheng called at half past eight o'clock, saying that Fang Yuan, an old bachelor in the village, asked someone to talk to Aunt Ting, the new widow in the village, but was beaten by someone's son; said that the fruit has been growing slowly in a bit of a dry day recently, and this year's apricots are sold very generally in the village, and there are few at a high price; said that Yushi's daughter-in-law used to be a nurse, but now that she has a child, she is fine at home, so she opened a pharmacy in the village; He also said that the new village chief was elected, and the position of the village chief has been replaced by the captain of the second team since he was injured, and now he is going to start re-electing...... Father and son talked for a long time. The old horse suddenly remembered the vegetables grown in his own field on the north slope, and he instructed Xingsheng to collect one-third of those green vegetables and send them to the two aunts' houses. The two hung up the phone, and Zhiyuan was already waiting for Lao Ma to have breakfast in the restaurant.

"Dad, is it my second brother who hit me?"

"Well, I said a lot about the village, and I can't take care of it here now, they are going to re-elect the village chief!"

"Dad, it's time for you to retire, seventy! I still want to be! ”

"I didn't want to be a long time ago." The old horse drooped his eyelids and said insincerely.

"Yesterday was the last day of June, and 2019 is already halfway over!" Zhiyuan sighed about the time.

"The first day of the seventh month of the Gregorian calendar...... Today is not the birthday! Lao Ma put down the mutton fried bun in his hand and remembered the big event.

"Well, yes! What's wrong! Zhiyuan saw that the old horse looked solemn.

"I figured I had to write a report! How does this work? The old horse muttered.

"Dad, are you a member?" Zhiyuan asked loudly.

The old horse nodded, thoughtful.

"Huh! Why haven't you heard Gui Ying say it? Zhiyuan was surprised.

"She knows a hammer! Am I older than she is? ”

"Dad, how many years have you been?" Zhiyuan asked excitedly.

"She was born in eighty-two, I entered in eighty-one, and Gui Ying was recommended by her grandfather and the village chief at that time."

"Dad, we have such a senior veteran in our family!" Zhiyuan straightened his waist and happily praised the old horse.

"There are several old officials in Majiatun...... Oh no, no, no, now there is only one person left who is older than me, and I was paralyzed two years ago! ”

"Amazing, Dad! Do you want to write a report? I'll send it to you! ”

"That's it! I'm done writing and you can copy it on your computer! ”

"No, just take a photo and send it over, how meaningful your handwriting is! The computer is boring! Dad, do you still want to write this report until you are 70 years old? ”

"At my age...... There's no hard and fast rule, it's not voluntary! I have been a member for a lifetime, and the most important day must be reported and reflected! I'll write after dinner, you send it in the afternoon, and I'll give you the contact information later! ”

"Okay, you write well, I'll read it when I'm done!"

"You ...... I'll make me a cup of tea later! ”

"Good!"

After eating, the old horse went to the balcony to tear up the calendar, and took a closer look, and sure enough, today is! He went back to the house, took out the letter paper and pen, moved Tsai's table to his bed, stretched out his arm and pushed it to the left, squeezing all Tsai's things to the table, so that two-thirds of the table top was free. He neatly put his things on the table—a folding fan, a pen, a mobile phone, a large notebook, reading glasses...... Once the table is ready, it's time to start thinking about it. A moment later, Zhiyuan came in with tea, and he was still carrying a white box in his hand.

"Dad, this is the mobile phone that Yingying bought you yesterday, do you want me to teach you how to use it now?"

"No, I'll leave it here first. You go get busy. Lao Ma tapped the table with his hand, then closed his eyes and shook his head, signaling Zhiyuan to leave - that full of official spirit and official appearance amused Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan left with a smile, and went to his own house to do his own things with peace of mind. Since his father-in-law arrived home, he had never been so quiet and focused as this morning.

The old horse smokes, writes, writes, opens the folding fan, fans fans, and then lifts the pen to write! The strong and hard italics of that hand are really beautiful! After his deliberation, there are no typos or scribbles, and the page is very neat! Coupled with the simplicity of the pen and the stale of the yellow letterhead, the report looks like a cultural relic. From half past nine to twelve o'clock, he sprinkled five or six thousand words on three pieces of letterhead, and Lao Ma put away the pen, put down the slag reading glasses, and let the letterpaper with undried handwriting dry for a while. He came out with the intention of comforting his back on the recliner, who wanted Zhiyuan to have already prepared two dishes.

"Do you have a pen water?" The old horse asked Zhiyuan, who was holding the dishes and chopsticks.

"Not really! Now it's all with a signature pen. ”

"I just looked at my pen and the ink is almost finished!"

"Hmph, this one can be bought, but it's a bit difficult! Is it urgent today? ”

"No! I've already finished writing, and next time I write it, I guess there will be no blue water! ”

"That's okay, I remember this, and you wear reading glasses, don't worry, Dad! Let's eat first! ”

"Done."

After the two finished eating, they took a lunch break, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhiyuan turned on the computer and continued to write his novel. At three o'clock, the old horse returned from the chaise longue, thinking about the report, so he called Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan picked up the report and read it slightly.

The opening is: "Thinking about the hardships of building a pot, the twists and turns of seeking peace, and the difficulty of promoting development, on the occasion of the 98th anniversary of its establishment, I would like to express my warm congratulations on this, and secondly, I wish the 70th anniversary of the establishment of the pot Guoshun Mintai!" As an old employee who has been in office for the 40th anniversary, I have sent a sincere report in Shenzhen today. Zhiyuan then read the second paragraph: "In 2019, I came to Shenzhen, a first-tier city in China, from Majiatun, and I was very happy to see the magnificent flow of the market and the vigorous flow of people......

The next paragraph reads: "Time has changed, close to Shenzhen, I feel that the spirit of the people is scattered and wandering, and the behavior of young people is self-willed, which is far from the spirit of the people at the beginning of the establishment of the pot, the Revolutionary War Era, and the early stage of economic development. Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing when he read this, I don't know how Gui Ying and Zai Zai felt when they saw these words.

He went on to read: "The task of influencing the minds of the masses and influencing them by example is extremely arduous. The development of the times is inseparable from the arduous struggle of the masses, and the incompleteness of personality and the failure of spiritual construction caused by the lack of education of future generations are small to the family and regressive to the country. From this, I feel that the construction of the current and Inner-Party Solidarity is important, but it is also important to educate the mass and guide the masses in the world......

Zhiyuan skipped a paragraph and read: "Under the background of various special eras, people naturally have a sense of family and country and patriotism, but on the other hand, the current young people, their patriotism is weak, which makes the older generation jaw-dropping and even helpless and sad." Regardless of the historical conditions, Patriotism should undoubtedly be carried out into the unconscious of the younger generation. It is urgent to deepen the education of patriotism among the younger generation......"

Zhiyuan turned to the last paragraph and wrote: "In the current society dominated and built by the younger generation, how the elderly can deal with themselves, and how the old employees abide by the purity of the spiritual world of a member, this is the third question I think about. The primary consciousness of veteran officials is not to say that they are old at every turn, and to maintain the tranquility of the spiritual world and the solitude of old age, what is needed is correctness and rationality, not being old! At this point, I need to reflect and self-criticize – to reflect on my own subjectivism, to criticize myself for relying on the old and selling the old. In addition, an important way to maintain purity is to study and continue to study the leader's thoughts, recite his speeches at important meetings, taste his analysis of the direction and method of ****, and study his strategy of guiding and building ****. Maintaining the purity of the spirit is a Protracted war, and our generation should live to the old and fight until the old, and make unremitting efforts for the simplicity of their spirit, the self-confidence of their faith, the correctness of their world view, and the nobility of their status! Zhiyuan nodded again and again after reading it, and sighed.

"Dad, didn't Yingying say that you graduated from junior high school? I think your writing is like the old Xiucai and Juren? ”

"Uh...... At that time, we didn't have junior high school, it was a junior high school, and a gentleman taught it, and I taught it for seven or eight years—I equated it with junior high school level. Presumably...... It's been five years, and I really knew a lot of words at that time, and I memorized a lot of books, and I won't be able to hand over the arithmetic or something, but I can use an abacus! Oh now...... It's a rare thing to find three or five in the abacus village! We used to play abacus, now you play on the computer! Hehehe...... You see if the times are running fast! The old horse laughed like a child.

"Our generation can barely catch up with the history of your older generation, and when it comes to Tsai Zai's generation, history is all broken, and it has become a story in the textbook!"

"Yes, there is still a shadow of a star and a half in the village for eighty years, and when I get to the city, there is no history! It's all people and houses! ”

"Yes! But Dad, your report is really no less than that of a college student! ”

"I learned it all later! When we were teenagers, the team would let me memorize this and learn that, I memorized more than others, and I didn't think that I would use more than others! If I didn't memorize it then, I wouldn't be able to write it now! ”

"Hmm." Zhiyuan held the letter as sacred as holding a scripture, and he took a long breath and said, "Then I'll send it now." Dad, give me if you don't use this manuscript! ”

"Done! You love to keep it! When you're done, I'll find Yo-Yo Ma's play for me. ”

"Hmm."

Zhiyuan put Lao Ma's mobile phone card into the new mobile phone, helped him download WeChat by the way, and then used Lao Ma's WeChat to send the picture. It was almost four o'clock after he finished, and he was ready to go out to pick up Yangyang.

The old horse was lying on the recliner and shaking the fan, listening to Ma Youxian's "Traveling to the West Lake", the whole person was unrestrained and free, to know that he was so happy now, I am afraid that he would have left the village chief's pick to come to Shenzhen! When Lao Ma thought of this, he looked unhappy. Looking back on the 70 years of hard work in Majiatun, the old horse felt boring and tasteless in a flash. He saw stubble after stubble of children in the village being born and grown, and saw stubble after stubble of young people leaving and flying away; He has witnessed couples of newlyweds blossoming and fruiting in Majiatun, and he has personally witnessed pairs of old people abandon their homes and fields in order to spend their old age and go to the city...... The young are gone, and so are the old! He mourned the past dead buried on Majiatun, and also missed the countless old faces who turned away. The old horse's life is scattered like a starry sky, and all the people who intersect with the old horse, they are combined to form a complete old horse. It's a pity that they walk and slip like loaches in a sieve. Those who patted their butts and left Majiatun cleanly, their departure also cruelly took away the life of more or less old horses that had been placed on them.

The countryside is being disintegrated by the city, like an old locust tree, the flowers are broken, the branches are broken, and even if it is a century-old tree, it cannot withstand such a peel. At this moment, Lao Ma couldn't tell whether he was grieving for Majiatun or grieving for himself. From birth to the present, he has always believed that Majiatun is his, and he is also from Majiatun.

The crisp and immature nursery rhyme interrupted the old horse's death - Yangyang returned. Zhiyuan was busy, Lao Ma listened to "Sacrifice to the Spirit", and through Liu Bei's tears of crying for his dead brother Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, he mourned his past. Yang Yang played alone in the living room for a while, and saw that her grandfather ignored her completely, feeling bored, so she slipped into the old horse house to find the old horse's antiques to play with. This time she found another good pen in the old horse's pencil case. The black barrel is golden-edged, new and shiny, smooth and smooth, and there is a small red, green and yellow cartoon on the key cap - Yang Yang is charmed by the cartoon face the size of a fingernail. This pen was a gift from the then county magistrate to Lao Ma. That year, he won the county model worker, after the county magistrate awarded the award, because of his outstanding contribution to Majiatun over the years, he privately gave him the pen as a commemoration and encouragement, and the old horse has been kept to this day, for fifteen or sixteen years. Because the refill is disposable, he has been reluctant to use it.

The village chief Ma on the recliner was not only pitiing Liu Bei, who had lost his two brothers, but also pity himself for the loss of his age, he couldn't extricate himself with compassion, and he didn't know that his favorite pen was lost. After dinner was ready, Zhiyuan called Yangyang out of the house to eat, and Yangyang took the pen when he went out, and then secretly stuffed the pen into his schoolbag. The three of them had dinner, and after the meal, Zhiyuan was on the dining table to learn pinyin, and Lao Ma listened to the play on the recliner again, this time he listened to "Three Sessions".

I used to listen to it on the radio and watch it on the TV, and everything I listened to and watched was half-pulled things, and I loved Qin Yan and never heard a few complete episodes in my life - the only few complete dramas in his life were when he was engaged in social fire in the town. Every time there is a social fire in Fangyuan, there will be a stage to sing, but thousands of people under the stage will watch, shouting snacks, crying fathers looking for mothers, flirting and scolding...... Except for seeing a few figures bouncing on the stage, I couldn't hear anything clearly, I couldn't see anything clearly, and no matter how big the horn was, it was very annoying to see a Qin dialect.

Well, now with a mobile phone! Poke what you want to listen to, point whomever you want, start when you want, pause wherever you want, and it's not a problem to listen to a scene repeatedly. Lao Ma is very ambitious, and he just wants to listen to all the dramas he used to listen to, and the fragments and half-understood stories he heard in the past are also strung together...... Listen to the melon in one go.