“I’ll take them for him,” Summer took the newspapers and put them under his arm, saying, “Old driver, are there different sizes of newspapers?”
The old driver said, “Of course! <Xinhua Evening News> is smaller than <Yunnan Daily>, and <Yunnan Daily> is smaller than <People’s Daily>.”
Jia pulled the newspapers from under his arm and looked through them. The old driver took the initiative to find <People’s Daily>, and raised his voice: “Look, this is the editorial page! In the past, it was the emperor, this is the editorial, other newspapers can’t compare!”
Jia thought that the editorial page would definitely contain important content. He discovered a photo on the top. The photo was a group photo of middle-aged men.
The principal brewed tea, went downstairs to get the newspaper, so he happened to see Summer sitting on the stairs looking at the newspaper. Summer was looking at the front page of <People’s Daily>. The principal was somewhat skeptical – in this mixed residential area, a young second-year student was actually reading <People’s Daily>, which seemed strange.
“What are you looking at?” the principal asked.
Jia pointed to the photo in the middle of a military-uniformed older man of not very tall stature and said, “He came to our place, my father later went to work in Beijing with him.”
The principal almost fell from the stairs.
That low-statured military-dressed man was extraordinary.
The southwestern border area, the most difficult period of the War of Resistance, was once viewed as China’s final lifeline. During numerous Japanese air raids, everything remained surprisingly calm. The terrain was thick, and the southern border line was the world-famous Silk Road, rolling in smoke, with national resources continuously input into China. After the founding of the country, some of the wartime legacy was reconstructed, forming the military center of gravity of the Southwest region. As ordinary people living in this area, the principal could often enter and visit those deep mountain military factories, which were always at the highest level, and the emperor was no exception.
The principal was somewhat confused but still asked a question: “Why didn’t you go to Beijing?”
Jia didn’t know how to answer, thinking that using the principal’s words might be better, so he found a reason: “My father is very strict with me.”
Jia’s four-character tone suddenly made people’s hearts tremble.
Those who are familiar with me know that I am myself in the process of thinking: “That is the milk of Apoo and your father, which is not a shame.”
Jia Zhu did not speak.
The principal asked again: “Do you have something to find me? Come to the office and talk.”
Jia Zhu followed the principal to the office, did not sit down according to the principal’s intention, but said: “I want to be the team leader!”
“It can be considered. Your age is older than the same grade students, relatively experienced, and your grades are also excellent. Most importantly, your conduct is very good! I have always believed that only by comprehensively developing can one play a role! Let me tell you, this summer, I will definitely introduce you to new classmates!” The principal smiled and sipped tea, saying, “This summer, I will definitely introduce you to new classmates, and I hope you and your father are colleagues!”
“My father does not know others!” Jia Zhu quickly said.
The principal continued to nod: “Yes, the nature of this work has higher safety requirements. How about this, you look at leading a team this semester? You and the new classmates will share responsibilities and learn from each other!”
Jia Zhu expressed agreement.
The principal said again: “During the summer vacation, let’s play together! Find North and you are teammates, you must maintain friendship!”
Jia Zhu felt he could not say more, looking at the principal’s style as if he did not know how to respond, so he gave the principal a team salute and turned to walk out the door.
The second-grade student Apoo’s milk was already very satisfied. The evening meal prepared beef soup pot and dried vegetables, washed some mushrooms, eggs, leeks, and green vegetables for the hot pot ingredients. The young man ate very excitedly, Apoo’s milk thought her son could also consider the top ten in the class, she was thinking about this son who seemed to have some ideas.
“A few days later, I will help you handle the room, so you will be part of our family.” Apoo’s milk looked at the steaming hot pot, seeming to fall into memories. The old man was thin and small, not timid, with a fresh smile, looking like most women on the scene. She said, “The day you entered the door was the third month. You are Han Chinese, don’t know about the third month. This story is that from Jiangxi’s west side came three brothers, the eldest brother lived in Yulong Mountain’s west ridge, the second brother lived in another mountain. The third month is the old third, living in Yulong Mountain’s west stone cave. He wore white clothes, white hat, white shoes, white horse, and he said to a national king: You give me three meals daily, there will be great fortune. The national king looked, but rarely came to inspect, the king’s minister lamented, the offerings are finished, where is the king? When the third month appeared, he said: I plan to make you a king in half a day, why do you lament me? I want to return to Yulong Mountain, the offerings will double for you. After saying this, the national king’s offerings and money all came back, even more than ten times, but this king’s country fell in one day; at the same time, the third month dreamed for the wheat farmer, saying: Wheat, I am the third month, from the north to help you make a king, you are the direct southern person, with the wish to make your country blessed, cut three hearts and two intentions! After saying this, he turned into white wheat and disappeared. Afterwards, the wheat farmer always had a white guard on the battlefield. This is the origin of the western people’s greatest protection of the third month. Jia Zhu! Eating people’s offerings, you must report. Every meal is a blessing, the house cannot be white, the bed cannot be white, the people in the world, father, mother, brothers and sisters, have no reason to be white to you, you take how much, remember to pay back.”
Jia Zhu’s mouth was filled with beef, the beef stewed in thick soup was tender, the taste was ten points, the meat strips with juice and fresh taste directly stimulated the entrance into the stomach, spreading through the brain and mind, this is simply heaven. Intentionally picked up the bowl on the plate and knocked it, with Apoo’s milk laughing a few times.
“This is not right! Eating and making noise!” Apoo’s milk shouted at him, “We don’t allow this here!”
“I am the milk of the third month.” He said, “Milk is good to me, so my future report will be better, so milk is very good to me, so milk will be the happiest person in the world!”A Quiet Alley’s House (Part 1)
The traditional three-story house in Akubei Alley seemed particularly cold and quiet. The morning sky was deeply long, with a certain curvature of the face, revealing a beautiful arc in the deep blue starry sky. The thin moonlight cast on the protruding eaves, as if bearing an injury, its light revealing a somewhat melancholic beauty.
(Transportation of This Matter – Part 1)
