Now the father and son are getting along better day by day, and Zhang Zihao can even sit on his father's shoulder and be held high by his father.

No one knows how happy he was at that time.

However, Zhang Zihao has had some small troubles recently.

Because Mr. Zhou asked them, what do they want to be when they grow up in the future, and what are their dreams?

Other students talked eloquently, some wanted to be scientists, teachers, cooks, painters...... Some people also said that they wanted to be parents in the future.

Everyone burst into laughter.

But Zhang Zihao was a little dazed, he didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he didn't know what his dream was.

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It was the weekend, and heavy rain washed away Qingshui Village again.

Zhang Zihao couldn't follow his father to the orchard.

After the father and son finished eating, it was rare to nest up on the sofa and watch TV together.

Zhang Yuanxiao's eyes fell on the TV, this year is 2021, the centenary of the founding of the party, and it is also for this reason that no matter which station is on TV, there are many programs that tell the history of the red, and from time to time some passionate songs are sounded, which are inspiring.

Zhang Yuanxiao thought that Zhang Zihao was a child and might not understand this, so he wanted to change the channel, but he didn't think that the little guy held down his hand, raised his little head, and said very seriously: "Dad, I want to see it." ”

"Okay, then Dad will accompany you."

On TV was an episode of the Red Classics.

In the case of the enemy's strength and weakness, he took the initiative to ask for battle, and when his comrades were sacrificed and the ammunition was used up, he resolutely used his body to block the enemy's gun hole, opened up the way, and was only 22 years old when he died.

There is a little anti-Japanese hero Wang Xiaoer, in order to cover up his fellow villagers and cadres, he brought the enemy into an ambush circle, and he was only seven years old when he died.

And ***, Comrade Zhu De and so on.

One by one, the red stories they wrote have a red spirit, the soul of the nation, which moves and inspires every generation of Chinese.

The little guy looked extremely seriously, and the expression on his face was also rich, and when he saw the victory, he would show a happy smile, and when he saw someone sacrificed, his eyes would also turn red.

Zhang Zihao, who is not yet nine years old now, is a little guy who is full of emotions and doesn't know how to hide his emotions.

After reading it, he seems to have been immersed in emotions.

When he finished taking a nap at noon, he also took the initiative to muster up the courage and asked his father to tell him a red story.

Zhang Yuanxiao naturally would not refuse his son's request, after thinking about it, he told the story of the Battle of Changjin Lake, which is not a story, but a historical fact, which is tragic, tragic, and shocking.

“…… Our life today, stable and beautiful, is countless ancestors with their blood and life in exchange, without their sacrifice, there would be no peace and stability we have now, Hao Hao, no matter when, we must remember history, thank the martyrs, and then inspire ourselves, do our best to make a contribution to the motherland. ”

Zhang Yuanxiao knew that in fact, he shouldn't have said this, the original owner only had a primary school level, and he might not even recognize all the words, he couldn't say such a meaningful word.

But at this moment, Zhang Yuanxiao just wanted to tell Zhang Zihao this.

Zhang Zihao listened quietly, and even couldn't hold back his tears, and when he finally heard his father say this, he stared at Zhang Yuanxiao in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.