Not long after school started, Lin Dongzhe heard the teacher's mistakes in class and immediately pointed them out. The teacher asked him to make a set of third-grade papers with Zhuang Xiaoting. Then Lin Dongzhe was called a parent again, but this time Song Ying
He came back with a smile.
That night, he cooked two special dishes for Lin Dongzhe to add to his meal as a sign of encouragement.
Starting from the next day, Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting were directly promoted to fourth grade and successfully skipped the grade.
September 16 happened to be Sunday, and many neighbors gathered in the courtyard.
"Old Wu came early enough."
"Haha, isn't it the same for you?"
"Song Ying, when will Haozi's competition start?"
"I heard it starts at 9:30, but I don't know if the TV station will broadcast it."
Yesterday was the opening ceremony. Unfortunately, in 1979, the single-day holiday system was still implemented. Everyone had to go to work, so he didn't pay attention. It was while watching the news last night that Lin Dongzhe's sharp eyes spotted Qin Hao's figure flashing past during the opening ceremony.
This year's National Games rarely took the form of a full live broadcast to meet the national audience, so neighbors crowded into the small courtyard early in the morning.
"Coming, coming."
"Why is it broadcasting football?"
"There's nothing I can do about it, there are so many people watching football."
Throughout the whole day, there was no broadcast of Go, and both Song Ying and Lin Dongzhe were a little disappointed. Fortunately, around seven o'clock in the evening, they received a call from Qin Hao and learned that he had successfully advanced. Song Ying finally had a smile on her face.
"Brother Hao, are there any strange things in Beijing? Remember to bring some back to me. Don't forget my gift." Lin Dongzhe shouted at the top of his lungs, for fear that Qin Hao wouldn't hear.
"I know, don't worry, I won't miss you."
After hanging up the phone, Song Ying grabbed Lin Dongzhe's ear: "I know gifts every day, and I think you look like a gift!"
In the next ten days or so, Song Ying stayed in front of the TV whenever she had free time. Unfortunately, Go was not as popular in China as Xiangqi. Xiangqi broadcasted a game of Commander Hu, but Go only
I can occasionally see the results of Go games in the news.
The only good news is that Qin Hao made it to the finals with unstoppable momentum.
On September 29, the finals of the Go individual competition were finally broadcast on CCTV.
"It's finally here."
"Haozi is going to win the championship again."
"That's necessary. The last national championship was against Nie Weiping. Haozi swept it 3-0. This time he will definitely be able to hold his own."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe I wasn't familiar with Haozi last time. Nie Weiping is also a national player after all. He will definitely work hard this year to get his face back."
Nie Weiping had indeed been practicing hard this year, preparing to avenge his previous humiliation. Unfortunately, his opponent was Qin Hao.
The game still ended neatly at 3:0.
The off-field commentator in charge of the broadcast was also dumbfounded by this score.
"Unfortunately, Teacher Nie failed to complete the comeback at the last moment and lost to Qin Hao with a total score of 0:3, finishing second."
"However, this is good news for us Chinese Go. We have ushered in the youngest Go champion in the history of the National Games, Qin Hao, who is only 11 years and 8 months old. Not only him, this National Games
There are many young players who are able to play Go, and many young players are emerging, as young as ten.
Five-year-old Ma Xiaochun, 17-year-old Jiang Zhujiu, and 19-year-old Liu Xiaoguang have all achieved very good results. The future belongs to them and to Chinese Go. I believe that in the near future, we will definitely see it on the world stage.
They bring glory to the country."
Lin Dongzhe stood in front of the TV and jumped up and down: "Oh, Brother Hao won the championship again."
Neighbors also congratulated Song Ying one after another.
"Haozi is really amazing. This time he is the champion of the National Games."
"Yes, the future is limitless, Song Ying, just wait and enjoy the blessings."
Song Ying smiled so hard that her eyes almost closed together. She waved her hand and said to Lin Dongzhe: "Go to the small shop to buy popsicles, one for each person, and I will treat everyone to eat."
A large group photo was taken directly on Lin Dongzhe's hand. Lin Dongzhe was full of energy and ran out of the small courtyard in a flash.
Zhuang Tunan and Zhuang Xiaoting were afraid that Lin Dongzhe couldn't lift it alone, so they took the initiative to help.
Zhang Amei quickly winked at her daughter Xiaomin: "Go and help get some too."
"Oh." Xiao Min stood up reluctantly.
In the hot summer, the grapes planted last year in the small courtyard have replaced the snake melons and covered the wooden shelves. The greenery is growing gratifyingly. Unfortunately, it has only been planted for a year and has not yet begun to bear fruit. There are only small white flowers.
Attract bees and butterflies.
Beside the grape vines, the adults chatted with each other about which athlete on TV was more powerful, and the children chased and fought with popsicles in their mouths. Everything was so peaceful and peaceful.
Another day later, Zhuang Tunan brought back a piece of news when he returned home. A red silk banner was hung on the door of No. 1 Middle School, "Warmly congratulating Qin Hao, a first-year student of our school, for winning the individual Go championship in the National Games." I heard that Qin Hao was waiting for him.
When Hao comes back, the school leaders will hold a special celebration meeting and invite Qin Hao to the stage to speak.
People's joys and sorrows are often incompatible with each other. Some people are about to give a speech in front of the whole school teachers and students, while others are still depressed because they don't have a red scarf.
On this day, in the fourth grade class of the Cotton Mill Affiliated Primary School, the teacher asked the whole class to teach the lower grade students to tie red scarves after school. While other students were eager to try, Lin Dongzhe was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. In the end, Zhuang Xiaoting reported
Teacher, after talking to Lin Dongzhe, the teacher said that he would help him apply to join the Young Pioneers.
As a result, Lin Dongzhe finally became a glorious young pioneer in the fourth grade. As a result, God was unfavorable and it suddenly started pouring rain during the ceremony. The principal arranged for the teacher to ask the students to return to the classroom as soon as possible, leaving Lin Dongzhe standing alone.
Crying loudly under the red flag.
Regarding Lin Dongzhe's experience, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
As a result, Lin Dongzhe cried even louder, and no matter how much he was coaxed, he couldn't be coaxed.
Just as Lin Dongzhe's cries shook the heaven and earth, he suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from outside the small courtyard.
"Hey, the National Games champion is back."
"Haozi, you won the championship again this time. What appliances are you going to buy for your home?"
Song Ying and Lin Wufeng immediately ran out of time to comfort Lin Dongzhe, and walked out of the door in three steps and two steps at a time. Lin Dongzhe also stopped crying instantly and followed them.
"Aunt Song, Uncle Lin, I'm back."
Lin Wufeng took Qin Hao's luggage and patted his shoulder: "Just come back."
Song Ying immediately took Qin Hao into her arms and cried until the rain hit the pear blossoms.
"Okay, Song Ying, don't cry anymore. Haozi must not have eaten yet when he comes back at this hour."
Huang Ling's reminder made Song Ying hold back her tears: "Yes, Hao Zi is hungry. I'll make delicious food for you. There is meat and chicken in the refrigerator. How long have you been here? How come you are so thin?"
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Qin Hao felt warm and helpless at the same time. In fact, it was not that he had not lost much weight at all. It was just that he was in the growth period in the past two months and the baby fat on his face had disappeared.
"Brother Hao, you are finally back."
Lin Dongzhe hugged Qin Hao, his chubby face full of hospitality.
"Here, your gift."
Lin Dongzhe took the two pamphlets Qin Hao took out from his arms and opened them. He was surprised and grimaced at the same time.
"Brother Hao, what is the ghost talisman in this little book?"
Qin Hao smiled: "This is a Japanese comic. If you don't want it, I will give it to someone else."
This comic was a bet that Qin Hao made when he was playing chess with Chen Zude in private. He brought it back to his children when he went to Japan to participate in a competition some time ago. Qin Hao won it before he could warm it up, and he just brought it back to Lin Dongzhe as a pawn.
Gift.
"Japanese children also like to read little books?" Lin Dongzhe felt that his world view was impacted.
Qin Hao was delighted: "Not only Japanese children, adults also like to watch it."
Wu Jianguo on the side heard the words and sneered: "Adults like to see this messy painting? I just want to trick you kids."
Lin Dongzhe was unhappy: "Brother Hao never lies to people. You have never been to Japan, how do you know that Japanese adults don't like to watch it?"
Wu Jianguo was a little embarrassed: "I have never been to this kid, and neither has Haozi. Why should what he says be right and what I say is wrong?"
Qin Hao did not argue, but raised his eyebrows at Wu Jianguo: "How about, Uncle Wu, let's make another bet?"
"Go, what kind of bet are you making? I am not as knowledgeable as you kids." When Wu Jianguo thought about the last time he made a bet with Qin Hao, which almost caused his wife and son to break up, he felt guilty for no reason, and ran away as soon as he finished speaking.
There was a burst of laughter in the sky above the small courtyard.
After dinner, the neighbors came to the courtyard early. Before the news started, this period of time became Qin Hao's personal interview, with all kinds of weird questions popping up one after another.
For example, have you gone to the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, have you met an important leader...
However, compared to the previous two times, this time the neighbors were more or less accustomed to Qin Hao winning the championship, and few people asked him about matters related to the competition.
At nine o'clock, since we had to go to work the next day, the courtyard became calm again.
Just when Song Ying picked up the broom and prepared to clean the courtyard, Qin Hao took out two bills and handed them to her.
"Is this... a bicycle ticket?"
Qin Hao nodded: "Well, this is my personal championship reward from the Suzhou Sports Bureau. It will take some time to get the reward from the Jiangsu Sports Bureau."
"The No. 1 Middle School is a bit far away. You need a bicycle, but Lin Dongzhe doesn't need one. It will take him another year to graduate. Besides, with his grades, I don't expect him to be admitted to the No. 1 Middle School..."
Before Song Ying could finish her words, Qin Hao interrupted directly: "Aunt Song, the other bicycle ticket is for you, so that you don't have to walk so far to get to and from get off work, and it is also convenient to buy groceries."
As soon as she finished speaking, a layer of mist filled Song Ying's eyes. She held the two bicycle tickets and her lips kept trembling.
"Actually, it's only a few steps to work..."
Lin Wufeng came out of the room, put his arm around Song Ying's shoulders and comforted: "Okay, just take what Haozi gave you. In the future, if you don't use it, you can give it to Lin Dongzhe. If there is smoke from our Lin family's ancestral grave, Lin Dongzhe will be admitted to the first high school."
Where is it?"
"Humph, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave. Dongzhe is also very smart. He can pass the exam with a little effort. Yes, my son will definitely be able to pass the No. 1 Middle School." Song Ying wiped away her tears and used her wet hands again.
He hammered Lin Wufeng's shoulders and wiped his tears on his clothes.
In the dealer's house next door, Huang Ling sat sewing clothes for Zhuang Tunan under the light. Listening to the conversation between Song Ying and Qin Hao in the small courtyard, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Last year, Zhuang Tunan was admitted to No. 1 Middle School. She wanted to buy a bicycle for her son, but she couldn't get a ticket. Then she had no choice but to exchange the sewing machine her parents gave her as a dowry for a bicycle.
Originally, she wanted to leave the sewing machine to her daughter Zhuang Xiaoting as a dowry.
"Song Ying's life is good, her life is really good." Huang Ling was envious but also sincerely happy for Song Ying.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Zhuang Xiaoting asked cautiously.
Huang Ling quickly wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "It's okay, it's just that my eyes are a little sore from sewing clothes for a long time."
"Is it really okay?"
"It's okay. Go wash up and get ready for bed."
"Oh, Mom, don't stay too late. You have to go to work tomorrow morning."
"good."
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Turning around, there were two brand new bicycles in the small courtyard, which also attracted the attention of many neighbors in the alley.
"Tsk tsk, Song Ying, you are so generous. You bought two bicycles at once." Aunt Li's eyes were full of envy.
Song Ying straightened her chest and spoke the most humble lines in the most arrogant tone: "The bicycle ticket was awarded to Haozi for winning the championship. You said that we cannot refuse the reward given by the Sports Bureau, and it is not easy to sell it. Then
Isn’t it just speculation? I have no choice but to buy them all back.”
Zhang Amei happened to get off work from the street office. She looked at the two brand new permanent bicycles and her eyes widened. Their family didn't even have an old bicycle. Song Ying bought two new ones at once. What a person.
More infuriating than popular.
When she got home, Zhang Amei took her anger out on Wu Jianguo and complained all over.
"They are all cotton mill workers. Look at what Song Ying's family is living, and what our family is living."
Wu Jianguo was extremely aggrieved and did not dare to reply. If he replied now, Zhang Amei would have ten sentences waiting for him.
Seeing Wu Jianguo's cowardly appearance, Zhang Amei knew that he was definitely unreliable, so she could only place her hopes on her daughter.
"Xiao Min, from now on, you should play more with Hao Zi. Don't always fool around with the Red Soldiers, Xiao Juan and the others. They are a bunch of poor students. What good can you do with them?"
Xiao Min pursed her lips: "Mom, Qin Hao is already in junior high school, and I can't play with him."
Zhang Amei hates the fact that steel cannot be made into steel: "What do you mean we can't play together? How old are you and you still only think about having fun? Why don't you care at all about studying?"
Xiao Min cried loudly after being scolded, and Wu Shanshan and Wu Xiaojun on the side were even more angry and did not dare to express their anger. Wu Jianguo hurriedly hid in the house to avoid harming Chi Yu. It had been so long since Zhang Amei had been married, this was the first time he had seen her scolding his own daughter like this.
"Song Ying, you have killed me."
That night, when Wu Jianguo went to the small courtyard to watch TV, he quietly pulled Lin Wufeng aside to complain.
"Lin Gong, can you tell your Song Ying to stop being so public? If this continues, our family will not be able to survive."