A new year and a new atmosphere are the hope of everyone and the hope of the entire country.
The common people hope that the country will be prosperous and the people strong, that they will live and work in peace and contentment, that they will not be laid off or unemployed, that they will be free from illness, and that they will be safe and sound. They do not seek great wealth, but only seek happiness for their families.
After thirty years of reform and opening up, our motherland has become truly prosperous and stands like a giant in the east of the world, making every Chinese citizen feel proud.
When a nation is proud of the strength of its motherland, its dignity is no longer the humiliation caused by the invasion by foreign powers, but the confidence and glory that overflows on its face, as well as the courage and determination to move forward.
China is strong in its rise.
Every Chinese is proud to declare to the world: I am Chinese!
He also issued a sonorous and powerful warning to those who are eyeing us with evil intentions: Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are!
On New Year's Day, after Lao Tan finished arranging work in Hohhot, he flew back to the provincial capital to spend time with his children and Lin Yan.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.
The son was very happy that his father was back. He took the bag and greeted him cordially.
Lao Tan looked at his son who had almost caught up with his own height, feeling pleased and proud at the same time.
"Hengzi, how tall are you?" Lao Tan asked.
"At 1.71 meters, I am the tallest in my class." The son replied, and then asked cautiously: "Dad, did my mother call you?"
"No." Lao Tan said.
"Oh------then why are you back? My mother really didn't call you?" the son asked again.
Lao Tan looked at his son in confusion, thinking something was wrong, so he asked, "What's going on? What happened?"
At this time, Lin Yan came out of the bedroom, glanced at Lao Tan, then turned to her son, and said, "Did you tell your dad or did I?"
It seemed that something had happened, and Lao Tan's heart skipped a beat.
"Dad, I had a fight with my classmate." The son lowered his head and whispered.
Lao Tan was stunned, and immediately looked at his son. Seeing that his son was fine, he was a little relieved. Since his son was fine, something must have happened to his classmate, so he lowered his face and asked seriously: "Did you beat your classmate?"
"Well------" The son looked up, then quickly lowered his head.
"Your son is so powerful now that he made a hole in his classmate's lower lip." Lin Yan said angrily.
Lao Tan felt nervous and immediately asked: "When did it happen?"
"Last week." Lin Yan said.
"Why didn't you call me?" Lao Tan asked.
"Can you come back if I call you?" Lin Yan rolled her eyes at her husband, "Why call you again? Your son's godmother arrived before I called, even earlier than I did, along with your apprentices and friends.
, the section chief of the airport, the director of the factory office, they were almost surrounded by their classmates’ parents. Those who knew it was because their children were fighting, and those who didn’t know thought they were gang members.”
Lao Tan was surprised and confused. He didn't know that such a big thing happened at home. Yanhua didn't call, so he kept it to himself.
What's annoying is that Lin Yan didn't call either.
Here's the thing.
A week ago, during the afternoon recess, Jiaheng’s classmate asked Jiaheng if he didn’t have a father. Jiaheng said yes. The classmate asked why he hadn’t seen your father come to pick you up, and he hadn’t seen your father come to talk to your parents.
Yes, it must be because I don’t have a father.
Jiaheng was angry, so he reached out and hit his classmate. Because he used too much force, he punched the classmate's lower lip. The force on the lower lip made strong contact with the front teeth inside, and as a result, a hole was made in the lip by the front teeth.
The classmate was sent to the hospital, and the teacher called Lin Yan. Jiaheng knew that he was in trouble. Although he was scared, he was still calm and secretly called Yanhua.
After receiving the call, Yanhua rushed to the hospital anxiously. Because she was afraid that the child's parents would be difficult to talk to and would be unreasonable and unwilling to forgive, she called Zhang Li and Zhang Xiangdong. Zhang Xiangdong's mother was a hospital leader, so she might be able to speak.
Zhang Li also thought about the child's parents, so she called a few capable friends to rush to the hospital, fearing that something would happen.
How should I put it? The emergency situation in the hospital at that time scared the doctors, lest they accidentally cause a fight.
It turned out that the parents were very reasonable and said that fighting between children was normal and nothing would happen. Although there was a hole in the lip, the child was young and the lips were living flesh, so it would be okay to sew them up and there would be no scars.
The doctor also promised that there would be no scars, but it would be a little difficult to eat for a few days after the stitches were done.
She is easy to talk to, so we can't pretend to be confused. Lin Yan paid the hospitalization fee and hired a nurse. Yanhua came forward to talk to the parents, settled the matter privately, and paid 30,000 yuan in compensation.
A total of 50,000 yuan was spent and the matter was resolved.
Now that the child has been discharged from the hospital, everything is fine.
After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Lao Tan felt relieved, but he was still a little angry - no one called him to tell him. At the same time, he felt that the fight was right for his son, who said that he should fight since he had no father.
But it shouldn't be so harsh, just a couple of kicks in the butt will be enough.
"He said it was wrong for you not to have a father, but you shouldn't take action." Lao Tan said to his son seriously.
"I shouldn't take action, but---who told him to say that I don't have a father? I have a father." Jiaheng muttered softly.
"You didn't even look at how big you are. Can someone withstand you?" Lao Tan said.
"------There is someone in my class who has a better physique than me------"
Lao Tan didn't say anything else. His son was already in fourth grade and had never been to a parent-teacher meeting. He was an unqualified father and felt guilty.
My son is already sensible enough, not to mention the reason for the fight makes me, a father, feel hot inside. What more can I say? A lesson?
It is you who should teach yourself a lesson and learn how to be a father.
In the evening, Lao Tan cooked a table of dishes, including his son's favorites of pot-roasted pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and Lin Yan's favorites of meat stir-fried with garlic sprouts and stir-fried shredded potatoes.
A family of three sat together happily celebrating New Year's Day and welcoming the New Year.
At the dinner table, Lao Tan asked his son: "Jiaheng, how are you studying?"
"It's okay -" Jiaheng replied in a long voice.
"What do you mean it's okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay, top ten, year group."
"The top ten is okay." Lao Tan was somewhat satisfied, and then asked: "How was your game?"
"good--"
"do you like it?"
"like."
"But don't delay studying."
"Well------Dad, I'm going to take the exam for No. 33 Middle School. There is a basketball class there. Several of the people who play on the national team in our province graduated from No. 33 Middle School." Jia Heng said.
"Are you going to play basketball professionally?" Lao Tan asked.
"I want to ------but my height is not enough. If I go to 33rd, I can join the school team. If I play well, I can choose a special field. I will choose again in high school. I can also choose a special field when I enter college. If I can't be an athlete, I can be a referee.
, Coach can do it too." Jia Heng said clearly.
"You're only eleven," Lao Tan said.
"I can consider it. The coach said I can go to 33."
Lao Tan glanced at Lin Yan and asked, "Do you agree?"
"I'll do it if my son likes it." Lin Yan said nonchalantly, and then said: "You haven't cared about it all these years, so why do you care about it now?"
"I'm his father," Lao Tan said.
"Humph! I didn't see it." Lin Yan said.
It was a big holiday, and Lao Tan didn't want to argue, so he ignored Lin Yan and said to his son: "Playing basketball is hard and easy to get injured. Besides, basketball is a giant's profession, so you have to be mentally prepared."
"It's okay, I can persist." Jiaheng said.
"But you can't delay your studies. To get into university, you should also take cultural courses to study your specialty."
"I know, I can study well."
"Dad, I won't interfere with you. You are only in the fourth grade now, and you have more than two years to graduate. Don't rush. You can wait until graduation to decide."
"Hmm--but I will definitely go to No. 33 Middle School."
When Lao Tan looked at his son, he had the illusion that the boy had grown up and looked a bit like an adult.