It flowed down his mouth and into his throat. Zhou Yang felt that his throat was hot and he was choked to the point of tears.
For Zhou Yang, who seldom drinks liquor, Erguotou is really a heavy-flavor liquor.
But it seems that the elderly especially like to drink this drink.
Especially the one-armed old man named Lao Yang, who smelled it for a while and then immersed himself in it. He took a sip with an expression of great enjoyment.
"Lao Yang, you are still so polite..."
An Xiao's grandfather's name is An Jianwu.
No one would have thought that this smiling, kind-hearted old man who looked like the old man next door actually joined the army at the age of thirteen to fight against Japan, the civil war, resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, and commanded the counterattack against Vietnam, the China-India border counterattack, and even the moment of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
, he is one of the few people who stand beside the great man and will be forever left in the painting. He is also the youngest person, and he is one of the two heroes alive today.
This is what Tang Xiao whispered to Zhou Yang when he was cooking and seeing Zhou Yang confused.
How has a little guy like Zhou Yang ever come into contact with people of this class?
While he was in awe of the old man, he felt an invisible pressure pressing on him, making him breathless.
If you write a script for such an awesome old man, if it doesn't go well, that's not...
"The chief is joking..." The one-armed old man smiled sheepishly: "As long as this wine has the taste of the past..."
In fact, the real Erguotou will not feel particularly spicy after drinking it, and it is not easy to get addicted. It will only feel very strong, but the two old people don't seem to like drinking that kind of craft beer.
In that year of ice and snow, a sip of strong wine can not only dispel the severe cold, but also invigorate people's spirits and give them the motivation to move forward.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Zhou Yang heard the two old people chatting about many stories.
Unconsciously, we started chatting about those past years, about climbing snow-capped mountains, crossing grasslands, and about instructors.
"Digging wild vegetables, eating grass roots, gnawing tree barks, and eating whatever is edible. When the cooking squad leader saw that several of our young comrades were so hungry that they could not walk, he turned over the bags containing the grain, washed it with water, and cooked it."
"Rice soup" for everyone to drink. That bowl of "rice soup" with almost no rice saved my dying comrades and I from the edge of life and death..."
"When we encounter water, even if we know there are fish in it, there is nothing we can do..."
"I didn't have the strength to wade into the ditch to catch fish. Even if I had the strength, I didn't dare to go down. Many comrades-in-arms have fallen into such ditches and never came out again..."
"Later, the old squad leader thought of the sewing needle on his body..."
"..."
The wine is slightly smoky.
When Mr. Yang saw the one on the table, his breath suddenly became sour and his eye circles turned red unconsciously.
Even though it is already an era of peace and material abundance, when I recall the scenes of those years, I still get teary-eyed.
People who have survived the edge of life and death cherish their current life more.
Those were the days of climbing snow-capped mountains and passing through meadows.
Zhou Yang's nose felt sour when he heard this. This world was similar to the original one, had a similar history, and also had a group of pioneers who moved forward step by step in the difficult years.
Listen, listen...
He suddenly vaguely thought of the original world, an elementary school text called "The Golden Fishhook".
(There are two disputes about the original author of this text. According to the August 1, 1959 edition of [Worker Daily], the author of "Golden Fish Hook" is Mr. Yang Xu. According to relevant reports on Huaxia Military Network, "Golden Fish"
The author of "Hook" is Mr. Lu Dingyi.)
When the memory gate was opened, Zhou Yang felt that the pictures became clearer and clearer. Even most of the words in the textbook were still fresh in Zhou Yang's memory.
That text has more than 2,000 words. When Zhou Yang was in elementary school, he was very afraid of this text because the class teacher specially emphasized that this text must be recited in its entirety.
Later, the text turned out to be quite long. Except for a few children with good memory who could recite it, the other children couldn't recite it after struggling for a long time. Finally, the head teacher allowed the text to be broken down into sections and recited, but
The segments it is broken into must be complete.
At that time, Zhou Yang was also troubled by this article. Later, not long after Zhou Yang graduated from elementary school, he heard that this article had been revised and deleted, and replaced with the story of "Edison Saves His Mother".
"At that time...hey..."
Mr. Yang sighed and took another sip of Erguotou. He was very touched. After wiping his tears, he looked at the sky outside the house.
The sun has set in the west.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, its light shining through the clouds and shining on the land.
Zhou Yang lowered his head.
In my mind, I couldn't tell whether I was in this world or the original one.
It seemed that everything was like an extremely real dream, and I even felt that I was still in the dream and had not yet awakened.
Everyone present seemed to be infected by the emotion, and finally felt lost.
"Mr. An..."
"Um?"
"Is the story "The Golden Fish Hook" included in primary school textbooks in this world?"
After An Xiao heard Zhou Yang's question, he hesitated for a moment, seemed to be lost in memories, and finally shook his head: "Probably not, what is the content of this text?"
"It's...the same content as what Mr. Yang said."
"Oh, it is indeed an emotional era."
"Yes." Zhou Yang lowered his head, and the memory of the text in his mind began to become clearer and clearer with Mr. Yang's voice.
"Xiao Zhou, what are you whispering about?"
"Grandpa, Zhou Yang just told me about "The Golden Fishhook"...and asked if Grandpa Yang's story could be incorporated into primary school textbooks." An Xiao glanced at An Jianwu, and then looked at Mr. Yang
.
Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at An Xiao in surprise: "What do you mean..."
"Grandpa Yang, I think many stories should be recorded. Now is the age of peace, but precisely because of the age of peace, we must be more vigilant. Peace has always been hard-won. I hope the sun will always shine on our land, and we must not forget the martyrs.
The ground is covered with blood." An Xiao said these words.
"Xiao Zhou, what do you plan to write?" When An Xiao finished speaking, Mr. Yang did not answer, but Mr. An Jian and Wu An looked at Zhou Yang with a little curiosity.
Zhou Yang suddenly became very nervous.
It was an indescribable tension, even a slight sense of oppression.
An Zhibin's eyes were still a little cold, Tang Xiao was encouraging, and Mr. Yang was still a little stunned.
Zhou Yang stood up subconsciously.
"Grandpa Yang, can I repeat your words in...your tone?"
"Okay." Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.
"In the autumn of 1935, the Fourth Red Army entered the grassland, and many comrades got gastrointestinal diseases. Two young comrades and I were so sick that we couldn't keep up with the team. 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. He is quite tall, slightly hunched over, with a square face, high cheekbones, a face full of wrinkles, and his temples are all gray..."
"..."
The opening paragraph was very familiar to Zhou Yang.
He had read it countless times and recited it countless times. He, who had been tortured by his class teacher and hated it, felt deeply touched at this moment, and there were bursts of sourness in his breath.
That is the memory of that era.
Mr. Yang was stunned when he heard this.
The circles under my eyes that were slightly better suddenly turned red again.
The scenes of the past seemed to be blowing before my eyes like a breeze, and the people or things in my memory began to become very clear, as if they were within reach.
He subconsciously stood up as well.
An Xiao also flashed a hint of shock.
Many of the things Zhou Yang said were things that Mr. Yang had never said before. Even the "specific appearance of the old squad leader" was never described by Mr. Yang.
Tang Xiao and An Zhibin also looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.
Zhou Yang's voice was very gentle. When he described the story piece by piece, it seemed as if the person involved had witnessed the scene with his own eyes, and it seemed like he was recounting his experience in that era.
"From now on, the old squad leader tried his best to find a place with a pond to camp, settled us in, and went out with the fish hook. The next day, he could always bring us steaming fresh fish and wild vegetable soup. Although we
It is still getting weaker day by day, which is much better than just eating grass roots and wild vegetables. But as for the old squad leader himself, I have never seen him eat a little fish..."
When Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and read this paragraph, Mr. Yang's eye circles became redder and redder, and he wiped away tears again.
"Grandpa Yang, tissues..."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Mr. Yang did not take the napkin handed over by Tang Xiao, but touched his eyes with his hand, feeling tight in his heart.
Those stories seemed so clear just yesterday...
The joys, anger, sorrows and fears of those comrades-in-arms were presented to him scene by scene. Although decades had passed and the vicissitudes of time had changed, the voices and sounds still rang in his ears.
"The next day, the old squad leader brought very little fish soup. There was only half a cat fish in each enamel bowl, with a little wild vegetables floating on it. He smiled and said: "Eat it, it's just a little missing. Alas!
A very big fish has been hooked and ran away again!"
Zhou Yang's eye circles also began to turn slightly red. He didn't know whether it was because of the original memory or the content in the text.
It is obviously a very simple text, but it is full of complex emotions. How many unknown stories are contained in the content that appears on the page?
Following his memory, Zhou Yang unconsciously added his own descriptions of some of the vague content that he had memorized.
The text of more than 2,000 words is surprisingly smooth...
"Old squad leader, you eat! We have to carry you out of the grass!" I almost cried."
"No, you can eat. You must get out of the grass! See the instructor and tell him that I did not complete the tasks assigned to me by the party and did not take good care of you. Look, you are all so thin..."
"The old monitor touched my head with his rough hands. Suddenly, his hand dropped."
"Old squad leader! Old squad leader!" we shouted. But the old squad leader, his, his eyes slowly closed. We fell on the old squad leader, sobbing, for a long, long time."
"After wiping away my tears, I carefully wrapped the fishhook left by the old squad leader and put it in my pocket. I thought: after the revolution is victorious, I must send it to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall so that our children can
Future generations come to admire it. On this fishhook covered with red rust, brilliant golden light shines!"
"..."
Zhou Yang thought about it.
Somehow, my eyes became moist.
When the last sentence of the thought came out, the whole place fell into silence.