"Mother Xiao."

Ping An endured the discomfort in his heart, and stood in the outer circle to observe everything in front of him.

In a two-entry courtyard, the vermilion gate has collapsed, and the blue bricks and tiles and carved window lattices show the vicissitudes of its years.

In the open door, the clothes in the wardrobe were scattered all over the floor, the contents of the drawers were scattered everywhere, and the bedding and pillows were disassembled in the bed.

The cabinets and beds were removed one by one, and the quaint old-fashioned suspended floor was pried up piece by piece; The quaint tiles were trampled on, lifted to the ground, and smashed into piles of rubble.

Dirt from flower pots scattered all over the floor, ash from the stove, floating dirt under the floor......

Inside and outside, the house was in ruins.

But, apart from a few pieces of porcelain and a pile of gold and jewels found in the dirt, there was no trace of any shadow of the correspondence.

In the courtyard, an octogenarian with a thin figure, hunched over, trembling, and crutches, was witnessing everything with a pair of old eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life in horror.

After many times of copying, the most active red veterans wearing bright red armbands are very familiar with copying/starting home.

Their chic like a fish in water is in stark contrast to the little red soldiers who were still a little flattered and now restrained.

From the leading captain, in an interrogative tone, he began to preach to the old man the great importance and policy of breaking the fourth/old one, asking his family not to be obsessed, to recognize the situation, but also to actively cooperate with their actions, and honestly explain the location of the stolen goods hidden in the house.

It is now in ruins, but it is only two hours.

Frightened, the seven souls had already lost the eight souls, and the sick old man kept muttering back and forth about wrongs in his mouth, and the captain of the team who was angry and ashamed finally became angry.

He immediately ordered four or five of his right-hand men to tie up the old man's old son and his wife first. After a violent storm, in addition to the disappeared juniors, the three old people with broken heads and bleeding were put up signs and escorted out of the parade.

"These damn bad guys are still stubbornly resisting! Hit me hard. ”

"Look at this gold, it's all stained with the blood of our people."

"Still shouting grievances? Old immortal, none of your puppies can be afraid. ”

The passionate fighting spirit and full spirit carried the three old men to march, and in the midst of the hustle and bustle, the deafening slogans resounded in the sky.

Behind the long line, Ping An raised his arms and shouted slogans with everyone. Compared to the previous few insignificant fights, his young heart was shocked.

The old man disappeared from the juniors, the miscellaneous piles of gold and jewelry found out of the soil, and the various means of these "victors" around them like entering a no-man's land......

Filial piety and conscience, the ugliness of human nature, evidence and justification......

What's right and who's wrong?

- Is this the reality that his parents told him to see with a pair of eyes and experience with his heart?

Not far behind, "passerby" Zhang Guoqing walked with the lively crowd, always looking at his son in the parade group, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

The last few times I went either to listen to the speeches of the tandem advanced activists, or to visit the exhibition of the achievements of copying/home. This vote is already a big move.

He decided that after this time, let his son settle down at home first. It is not necessarily a good thing to pull out the seedlings to help them grow, and they generally understand the situation, which is enough for an eight-year-old child to grow insight.

After the parade, the next event is said to be to hand over the results of today's search to the two-story building that has been converted into an office space, and to see the recent results of the war.

As for where the two-story building came from?

If there is no mistake, Zhang Guoqing estimates that it should be the private property of an unlucky person who is targeted. I just don't know the emptiness of money, and people are still safe?

This world is difficult!

The three old men who were listed just now can be regarded as having escaped the little devils, escaped a few clearances, and escaped famine.

What is a small two-story building? There is mental arithmetic and no intention. When it's time to eat people, everyone stares at them with scarlet eyes and wants to take a bite first.

What a sad reality.

In the hall of the small building, high-end clothing, luxury consumer goods, gold and silver jewelry, cultural relics and antiques, calligraphy and paintings, religious utensils and so on are dazzling, making people dizzy.

In front of the fruitful results, a female student wearing a red armband and a white-washed military uniform stood on a stool and acted as a docent.

In addition to the team that has just returned, there are also middle and high school students from all over the country who are listening carefully to the feats of these heroes.

Among them, many students are still taking notes carefully.

It had been ten days and a half since Ping An came here for the last time to enjoy the results, and he keenly noticed that this was another new victory.

And what about the original ones?

But peace cannot speak these words. Relying on the short man, he easily observed the greed in the eyes of the adult veterans as they looked down.

After the event, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and unlike Wen Yu who wanted to go home, he followed the small unit directly on the bus and returned to the compound.

This time, when he stepped into the house, he didn't enter the living room, but stood in the courtyard and looked around and pondered.

It wasn't until Aunt Chen left to pick up the twins from the nursery that he moved—he turned around and went up to his bedroom on the second floor.

Dragged out a large wooden box, Ping An casually took out the snacks inside, emptied it and began to go in and out of his room, the room of the two younger brothers, and the study room of the three brothers.

One or two ancient books glued under the bed, original books in foreign languages with new covers, satin pajamas...... Everything that can be paid attention to is put in it by him.

He's worried. Today, I listened to the exchanges and summaries of those big brothers and sisters from all over the country, and when these people go back, they will be publicized and imitated......

Everything was as his parents said, and the warm-up really began.

He doesn't worry about his grandfather, he doesn't worry about his parents, but he worries about the inadvertent negligence of his three brothers, which will make adults be caught.

Zhang Guoqing went back to work at the end of his parade, and as soon as the military horn sounded, he couldn't wait to rush home.

When he went upstairs to find his eldest son, he smiled and picked him up and turned around in a circle. It's amazing! He also worries that the child will be as sentimental as his mother.

"Dad, when my mother comes back from work, she also hides this box of things, and my brothers and I will ask her for anything when we need it."

Zhang Guoqing didn't say that he followed him all the way in the morning, and naturally he also saw what it means to dig three feet into the ground. He didn't even ask his son about the meaning of his actions.

Isn't this the purpose of their husband and wife and father-in-law letting go of their hands and letting their children see and listen to themselves? Now it seems to be working well, better than they could have imagined.

"No problem! There's nothing safer than handing it over to your mom. ”

Ping An smiled. In the past, he had always thought that he was a fairy, but now he roughly knew that he had a bag that was in mythology.

But...... This secret involves the safety of his mother's life, his father didn't say it, and his mother didn't explain it, he still has to be a mother, and he is indeed a little fairy in a fairy tale.