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Chapter Fourteen

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    Mom, where's my milk?  "Zhao Xuejun put down his schoolbag and asked his mother who was cooking in the kitchen.

    Gao Juzi put down the egg bowl in his hand, carefully looked at the expression of his younger son, and said in a coaxing tone, "Junjun, your eldest brother and second brother leave school early today, I think you are usually very tired,  Tell them to take grandma with you. Go and play with your classmates." After Gao Juzi finished speaking, she was even more careful. She took out a dime from her pocket and stuffed it with her son, pretending to be mysterious and whispering: "Don't  Let your brothers know." After finishing speaking, he smiled flatteringly.

    Starting this morning, this family is not right.  When I got up in the morning, my mother made three poached eggs, which were placed high on the surface of the bowl, and one for each person was very average.  Zhao Xuejun ate breakfast expressionlessly, and went out the first door with his schoolbag on his back. Behind him, the elder brother and the second elder brother talked about the school in a very high tone, laughing together from time to time.  Hey, it seems that I have been isolated.  When school was over, Zhao Xuejun quietly left from the small back of the school. Even though he knew that his brothers would not pick him up, he didn't want to see the empty gate over there.

    Taking the dime his mother gave him, Zhao Xuejun went back to his room and sat for a while, thinking for a while.  Why are you so angry?  There is so much time out there to vent out with the kids.  After thinking about it, he opened the cabinet and took out the package of bank notes, held it in his hand and walked out the door.

    The street scene is still the same, but today's temperature is a bit boring, and the newly opened No. 3 bus goes directly to the museum.  Zhao Xuejun followed the crowd honestly and lined up, watching the round-faced red scarf in front of him keep giving way.  In the past few years, especially after the Third Plenary Session of the Contracting Responsibility System, movies, books and periodicals have been promoting it.  For a small town like Wanlin, it is so far away from the metropolis that it is almost closed, and people are still living according to the old tune. People are actually dubious about new things and policies.

    "Are you from Bayi Primary School?" The red scarf who had been giving way in front of him suddenly turned his head.

    Zhao Xuejun was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

    "I know your brother Zhao Xuewen. People in the junior sports school said he is the king of guns. We watched his competition in the last city sports meeting. Your brother is really good. He is the first in the 400 meters and 1,000 meters.  I'm from Hero Elementary School, a little reporter from our elementary school."

    This one was full of enthusiasm and introduced himself loudly. He held his small press card, introduced himself with bright eyes, and looked at the adults around him from the corner of his eyes.  Zhao Xuejun nodded: "Ah oh, hello, hello, how do you know me?"

    "We saw your brother talking to you in the square. We went to interview you on June 1st last year. I met you. I heard that your second brother was the student of your Bayi Elementary School when he took the junior high school entrance examination.  First of the year, your family is awesome!"

    Zhao Xuejun was forced to chat with this acquainted child all the way. Young people in this era are always full of enthusiasm.  Love the motherland, love the people, love their hometown, even in their teens, they are full of self-confidence and firmly believe that they can conquer everything, as long as they wait until a certain day, as long as they work hard enough every day.  This country can catch up with those capitalist countries. They are always ready to save all oppressed suffering brothers, whether they are children or the elderly.  Everyone is living with passion, and with the improvement of material level, they have become rich in the past few years. Although the material may not be so rich, as long as there is a little bit of happiness, it can infect the whole city.

    The sense of happiness that surrounds the whole country, the whole world is happy.  Sometimes, Zhao Xuejun feels that no matter where the world goes in the future, no matter how rich the country is, those people will not survive this era.  That kind of complete belief, full dependence, and deep love.  There is no system or substance that can replace it.  Here, there is no such title as me.  Everyone knows that this is, we, we are the masters of the country, and building a country is building one's own home.

    After getting off the bus, Zhao Xuejun reluctantly waved goodbye to the very silly little reporter lying on the glass and smiling.  He carried his things and walked along the stone teeth into the museum where the gate was being built.  Beginning this year, Wanlin City began to rebuild the Xinhua Bookstore, the City Library, the Children's Palace, the Youth Club, and the museum.  I heard the old saying that if you come here next year, you really have to buy a ticket.

    Touching the ancient bricks on the wall, Zhao Xuejun came to the backyard of the museum, and before entering the small courtyard, he heard familiar noises.  The one who yelled the loudest was Dad Zhao Jianguo, and the one who yelled with sarcasm was old Uncle Chang.

    "Zhao Jianguo, can you develop your style? You have been absent-minded this afternoon, and I have let you down several times. How can you make more progress?" Lao Chang's tone was rather blunt.

    Zhao Xuejun quietly hid aside, and hid himself along a pile of ancient stone tablets.Shanxi's treasure, this is the soul of Shanxi merchants"

    Zhao Xuejun smiled without saying a word, watching Lao Chang take out a magnifying glass from the room and examine it carefully, he examined it for a while and said: "This thing, it's gone, it's so complete, socomplete, put it here, uncle, I'll help you  Restore it, now, Wanlin is the only one who has this skill."

    "Uncle, you can teach me this craft." Zhao Xuejun looked eagerly.

    The old man immediately refused: "Don't learn this. All my life, it's because of this wife and children who broke up and died. You have a flawed personality and a lack of nature. You can write big characters. This craft needs to be a distraction. You can't do it.  "

    Zhao Xuejun didn't argue, and went to the side to pick up two empty bowls to wash.  After Lao Chang packed those things, he took out an ancient book from the room, opened a page, pointed to the position on one side, Zhao Xuejun walked over and sat down, propped his chin with both hands, and began to listen to Lao Chang read the ancient book to him.

    "Adversity should be understood and accepted! In the world, since the beginning of knowledge, there have been unsatisfactory things. When a child calls his name, his intention is unfair. From childhood to old age, there are often few good things and many unsatisfactory things.  , although there are rich and noble people very few"

    "Mom, where's my brother?" Zhao Xuebing wiped his sweat and asked his mother who was cooking.

    Gao Juzi pokes the fire up and down with the fire pillar: "It's time to play."

    "With whom?" Zhao Xuewen came in and asked.

    "How do I know? Ask San'er yourself what time it is, and the dead child hasn't come back yet." Looking up at the dark sky, he was a little worried.

    Zhao Jianguo pushed the car and entered the backyard. He said to the people inside through the glass: "Old Chang called the museum and said that Junjun had dinner there and would not come back at night."  He took out a piece of cloth under the car seat, sat on the small bench and began to wipe the car.

    This is the first time since Zhao Xuejun was born that he does not live at home.  This whole night, from the oldest to the youngest in the family, everyone suffered from insomnia.  Zhao Jianguo was furious over and over again: You son of a bitch, whoever said he is sensible, who said he won't lose his temper.  What is this, to protest with Lao Tzu?  fart!  I don't care about him, let him live if he has the ability!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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