The wine is a two-pot head.

The entrance is spicy.

Flowing down his mouth and into his throat, Zhou Yang only felt that his throat was hot, and at the same time, he choked so much that tears were about to fall.

For Zhou Yang, who rarely drinks liquor, Erguotou is really a heavy wine.

But it seems that the old people especially love to drink this sip.

In particular, the one-armed old man named Lao Yang smoked the taste a little, and then immersed himself in it, only to see that he took a sip with a very enjoyable expression.

"Old Yang, you are still so gentle......"

An Xiao's grandfather's name is An Jianwu.

No one could have imagined that this smiling and kind-hearted old man who looked like the old man next door was actually a thirteen-year-old man who joined the army to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, the Civil War, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, commanded the counterattack against Vietnam, the Sino-Indian border counterattack, and even the moment of the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was one of the few people who stood on the side of the great man and was forever left in the painting, and he was also the youngest one, and one of the two fathers who are alive today.

This was when Fang was cooking, and when Zhou Yang was stunned, Tang Xiao whispered to Zhou Yang.

How could a small person like Zhou Yang ever come into contact with people of this class?

While respecting the old man, he felt an invisible pressure pressing on him, making him breathless.

Writing a script for such an awesome old man, in case it is not well written, this is not ......

The chief laughed...... "The one-armed old man smiled embarrassedly: "As long as this wine has the taste of the year......

In fact, the real Erguotou will not feel particularly spicy after drinking, nor will it be easy to get on the head, but it will only feel particularly exciting, but the two old men don't seem to like to drink that kind of craft brew.

In that year of ice and snow, a sip of spirits can not only dispel the cold, but also invigorate people's spirits and give them the motivation to move forward with difficulty.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Zhou Yang heard the two old people talk about a lot of stories.

Unconsciously talked about the old days, talked about the time when climbing the snowy mountains and crossing the grassland, and also talked about the instructor.

"Digging wild vegetables, eating grass roots, gnawing tree bark, eating whatever can be eaten, the cooking squad leader saw that several of our little comrades were so hungry that they couldn't walk, so he turned over the bags containing grain, washed them with water, and boiled them into "rice soup" for everyone to drink, and the bowl of "rice soup" with almost no rice saved me and my comrades from the brink of life and death......

"When we encounter water, even if we know that there are fish in it, we can't do anything about it......"

"I didn't have the strength to wade into the ditch to catch fish, and even if I had the strength, I didn't dare to go down, and many of my comrades-in-arms were trapped in such a ditch and never came out......"

"Later, the old squad leader thought of the sewing needle on his body......"

“……”

The wine is slightly smoky.

When Yang Lao saw the one on the table, he immediately snorted sourly, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Even though it was an era of peace and material abundance, I still had tears in my eyes when I recalled the scenes of those years.

People who come alive on the verge of life and death cherish the current life even more.

It was the years of climbing snowy mountains and crossing meadows.

Zhou Yang listened with a sour nose, this world similar to the original has a similar history, and there are also a group of pioneers who have moved forward step by step in the difficult years.

Listen, listen......

He suddenly thought of the original world, an elementary school text called "The Golden Fishhook".

(There are two controversies over the original author of this text, according to the August 1, 1959 edition of the [Workers' Daily], the author of "The Golden Fishhook" is Mr. Yang Xu.) According to relevant reports from Huaxia Military Network, the author of "Golden Fish Hook" is Mr. Lu Dingyi. ）

When the floodgates of memory were opened, Zhou Yang felt that the picture became clearer and clearer, and even most of the words in the textbook were still fresh in Zhou Yang's memory.

That text was more than 2,000 words, and Zhou Yang was very afraid of this text when he was in elementary school, because this text was specially emphasized by the head teacher and must be memorized in full.

Later, this text is really a bit long, except for a small number of children with good memory can recite, other children stumble for a long time can not memorize, in the end, the homeroom teacher allowed this text to be broken into a paragraph to recite, but the disassembled paragraph, must have integrity.

At that time, Zhou Yang was also tossed alive by this article, and later, not long after Zhou Yang graduated from elementary school, I heard that this article was revised and deleted, and replaced with the story of "Edison Saves Mom".

"At that time...... Hey......"

Yang Lao sighed, took another sip of Erguotou, felt extra in his heart, wiped his tears, and looked at the sky outside the house.

The sun has set.

A bright moon hung high in the void, and the light shone through the clouds on the land.

Zhou Yang lowered his head.

I couldn't tell if I was in this world or if I was in the same world.

It was as if everything was a dream that was so real that I even felt like I was still in a dream.

Everyone present seemed to be infected by their emotions and finally lost their minds.

"Mr. An......"

"Huh?"

"Is there a story called "The Golden Fishhook" in the world's elementary school textbooks?"

After An Xiao heard Zhou Yang's question, he hesitated for a moment, seemed to fall into memory, and finally shook his head: "There shouldn't be, what is the content of this text?" ”

"That's it...... It's the same as what Elder Yang said. ”

"Oh, it's really an emotional age."

"yes." Zhou Yang lowered his head, and the memory of the text in his mind began to become clearer and clearer with Yang Lao's voice.

"Xiao Zhou, what are you whispering again?"

"Grandpa, Zhou Yang just told me about "The Golden Fishhook"...... and asked if it was possible to compile Grandpa Yang's story into the primary school textbook. An Xiao glanced at An Jianwu, and then looked at Yang Lao.

Yang Lao was stunned, and then looked at An Xiao in astonishment: "What do you mean ......?"

"Grandpa Yang, many stories, I think they should be recorded, now is the era of peace, but it is precisely because of the era of peace, so we must be more vigilant, peace has never been easy to come by, I hope the morning sun will shine on my land, don't forget the blood of the martyrs." An Xiao said this.

"Xiao Zhou, how are you going to write it?" When An Xiao finished saying this, Yang Lao did not answer, while An Jian Wu'an Old Man looked at Zhou Yang with a little curiosity in his eyes.

Zhou Yang was suddenly nervous.

It was an indescribable tension, and there was even a hint of oppression.

An Zhibin's eyes were still a little cold, Tang Xiao was encouraging, and Yang Lao was still a little stunned.

Zhou Yang subconsciously stood up.

"Grandpa Yang, I can use it...... Do you say what you say? ”

"Okay." Yang Lao was stunned, and then nodded subconsciously.

"In the autumn of 1935, the Red Fourth Front Army entered the meadows, and many comrades suffered from gastrointestinal problems. My two little comrades and I were so sick that we couldn't keep up with the team, so the instructor sent the cooking squad leader to take care of us and let us walk behind......"

"The cooking squad leader is almost forty years old, quite tall, with a little hunched back, square face, high cheekbones, wrinkles on his face, and gray temples......"

“……”

The opening paragraph, Zhou Yang is too familiar and too familiar.

He has read it I don't know how many times, and I have recited it I don't know how many times, and he was once hated by the head teacher, but at this moment, he felt quite touched, and there was a sour feeling between his noses.

That is, the memory of that era.

Yang Lao was stunned when he heard this.

The eye circles, which were originally slightly better, suddenly turned red again.

The scenes of the past seemed to be blowing like a breeze in front of them, and the people or things in those memories began to become very clear, as if they could be touched.

He subconsciously stood up as well.

An Xiao also flashed a hint of shock.

A lot of what Zhou Yang said was something that Yang Lao had not said, and even the "specific appearance of the old squad leader" was never described by Yang Lao.

Tang Xiao and An Zhibin also looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

Zhou Yang's voice is very gentle, and when he describes the story paragraph by paragraph, it seems that the person concerned has witnessed the scenes with his own eyes, and it seems that he has experienced the self-description of that era.

"After that, the old squad leader found a place with a pond to camp as much as possible, settled us down, and went out with the hook. The next day, he always brought us a steaming soup of fresh fish and wild vegetables. Although we are still weakening day by day, it is much better than just eating grass roots and wild vegetables. But as for the old squad leader himself, I've never seen him eat a little fish......"

When Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and read out this paragraph, Yang Lao's eyes became more and more red, and he wiped a handful of tears again.

"Grandpa Yang, tissues ......"

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Yang Lao didn't take the napkin handed over by Tang Xiao, but touched his eyes with that hand, and his heart was uncomfortable.

That story, as if it was just yesterday, is so clear......

The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of those comrades-in-arms were presented in front of his eyes one by one, although decades have passed and the vicissitudes of life have changed, but the sound is still ringing in his ears.

The next day, the old squad leader brought very little fish soup, and there was only a small half cat fish in each enamel bowl, with a little wild vegetables floating on it. He smiled and said, "Eat, it's just a little less." Alas! A big fish has been hooked and is running away! ”

Zhou Yang's eyes also began to reddened slightly, I don't know if it was because of the original memory, or because of these contents in the text.

It is obviously a very simple text, but it is full of complex emotions, and the content on the page is full of how many untold stories?

Following the memory and chattering, some of the content that had been memorized but vague, Zhou Yang unconsciously added it to his own description.

The text, which is more than 2,000 words, is unusually smooth......

"Old squad leader, you eat! We're going to carry you out of the meadow too! "I almost cried."

"No, eat it. You must get out of the meadow! I met with the instructor and told him that I had not completed the tasks assigned to me by the party and had not taken good care of you. Look, you're all so skinny......"

"The old squad leader stroked my head with his rough hand. Suddenly, his hand fell. ”

"Old squad leader! Old squad leader! "We screamed. But the old squad leader, he, his eyes slowly closed. We threw ourselves on the old squad leader and sobbed for a long, long time. ”

Drying away my tears, I carefully wrapped the hook left by the old squad leader and put it in my close-fitting pocket. I thought: After the victory of the revolution, we must send it to the Revolutionary Martyrs' Memorial Hall, so that our children and grandchildren can come to pay homage to it. On this fishhook covered with red rust, there is a brilliant golden light! ”

“……”

Zhou Yang read and thought.

Somehow, my eyes moistened, too.

When the last sentence was thought, there was silence in the audience.

The silence went on for a long time, for a long time......

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