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Boyhood (2) Chapter 128 Tomb Sweeping Day Commemoration

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    After the bald incident, although the English teacher was dismissed, Hanwen found that the teachers began to treat him more and more coldly.  A classmate told him: "Hanwen, many people in the factory talk about you being a modern rebel who was poisoned by the Gang of Four. They say that people like you are good at bullying and cannot be reused. Some people say that you are not even a teacher.  If you dare to correct it, there is nothing you dare not do.¡±

    He didn¡¯t pay much attention to these comments at first, but when he was in physical education class, the physical education teacher said two words to him that shocked him.  "Hanwen, you did something thankless this time. Teacher Liang is indeed an unqualified English teacher, but you used this method to prevent her from becoming a teacher. No one will blame the principal and Teacher Liang.  , everyone will criticize your character. Because you did one of the following things."

    After hearing this, he didn¡¯t quite understand why people wouldn¡¯t criticize the principal when it was clear that he violated the principles when employing people.  Why do people criticize a person who doesn't understand English when he becomes an English teacher?

    He suddenly felt that this world was quite scary.  It turned out that he had always thought that teachers were people of noble character because they were constantly educating others, but suddenly he discovered that teachers were not much more noble than himself.  He felt particularly lost.

    He asked the physical education teacher: "Should all of us let this happen? Don't people have a sense of justice?"

    The teacher patted him on the shoulder and said: "The method is very important. For example, you can write an anonymous letter to the factory director, or you can ask the students to go home and tell their parents, so that the parents can put pressure on the school. Anyway, you can't take the lead in making trouble, although objectively  You helped everyone, but no one will thank you."

    He was a little confused and depressed the whole day.  Unexpectedly, when he returned home, his father would be so angry as he had never been before. When he was a child, he would have been beaten violently, but now his father could no longer beat him.

    His father was sitting on the sofa, and he stood in front of his father.  He could see tears in his father's eyes, and he said to him sadly: "Boss, what are you thinking? Why do you want to drive your English teacher away? Do you know what everyone in the factory talks about you?  ? It says that you form gangs and engage in personal heroism, and you must have a bone in the back of your head, etc Tell dad, what do you think?"

    He told the truth: "I didn't think much about it. I just felt that such a teacher was unqualified and wanted to find a good teacher." His father slapped the coffee table and said loudly: "There are so many classmates in your class, but you can do it? Why don't others step forward and do it?"  You stand out? You have to learn how to deal with others and don't be too self-righteous. You are just a flea and you will never be able to hold up the quilt."

    After hearing what his father said, he said unconvinced: "I am just a flea, but I want to bite a hole in the quilt. Dad, I don't understand. You and the teacher often teach me to be an upright person."

    But why are you the first to give up justice when trouble occurs?  Could it be that you don¡¯t have a favorable impression of integrity from the bottom of your heart, but are just talking about it?  I kind of understand now that most people want to let others do justice and just wait to profit.  "

    After saying that, he left his parents' room. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He felt that he had done the right thing.  People can say whatever they want!  Anyway, I feel no guilt in my heart.

    Qingming Festival is coming soon, and the school will organize all teachers and students to go to the Fumei Martyrs Memorial Hall to pay homage to the martyrs.  The head teacher called a few classmates to make white flowers after school.  Each student will have one, wear it on their chest during the memorial ceremony, and present it to the martyrs after the ceremony.

    In the past, things like this would definitely be left to Hanwen, the monitor, but this time the teacher asked Xie Wanying to organize the event.  He felt very uncomfortable. When he heard that these people would be the first batch of students in the class to join the Youth League, he almost shed tears.

    Influenced by his father since he was a child, he attached great importance to joining the league and regarded it as a recognition of his ideological and moral character.  Regardless of his academic performance, the good deeds he has done, or his ideological and moral character, he feels that he is no worse than anyone else in the class. Why is he not among the first batch of people to join the league?

    He wanted to ask the head teacher, but after thinking about it he decided not to do it.  Because he knows that there is one thing that he is not qualified to be a member of, and that is puppy love.  He knew that other students were just thinking about it in their heads, but he took action as soon as he thought about it.

    Standing on the truck, looking at the distance slanted by the drizzle, he felt very sad.  He thought of his grandfather who had left him, and of his grandma whom he had only met once.  The rain during the Qingming Festival was not heavy, just like mist floating in the air, and Zhongnan Mountain in the distance could no longer be seen.

    The most famous poem about the Qingming Festival appeared in his mind: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to die. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." He felt that his soul was about to die.  .

    Yuhe had been staring at him from the moment she got in the car. She felt that Hanwen was getting more and more depressed, and he was getting more and more depressed.?Taciturn.  She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say?  She really wanted to caress Hanwen's head that had just grown hair.

    When the car arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, the rain had stopped.  The classmates jumped out of the car one after another, and he lazily jumped out of the car and walked forward listlessly with the flow of people.  Hao Jun suddenly put his arms around his shoulders and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling very depressed? Isn't it because you didn't become the first batch of members? Is that what matters to you? I think it's important to be yourself and not to be anything else."

    He smiled reluctantly and said: "It's not all about being a member of the league, it's just a bit depressed and unhappy. I think of my relatives who are no longer alive. What do you think these martyrs who are buried underground here shed their blood for?  I think they want to build an ideal society and work hard to achieve their ideals, but will this society really be what they want after it is built? I don¡¯t think so. The distance between ideals and reality can never be shortened.¡±

    Hao Jun said: "You are crazy, why do you think so much? There are a few people like you who think so much, it is all due to the situation. Some people cherish the memory of the martyrs from the bottom of their hearts, and some people are just pretending!"

    The memorial ceremony began. The vice-principal presided over the ceremony and bowed three times in silence to the martyrs. The principal read a memorial speech and the students presented flowers.  The ceremony was simple and solemn, followed by listening to the commentators tell the history of the Fumei Battle.  Then there is free time.

    The Martyrs Cemetery is covered with green pines and cypresses, and the sky is overcast, creating a sad atmosphere.  Suddenly, Yu He beside him was called away by the Youth League committee teacher, and then several others were called away.  Hao Jun said nonchalantly: "I heard that new members of the regiment have to take an oath in front of the martyrs. Don't you go and see?"

    He shook his head and said: "I have silently sworn in my heart not to join in the fun. I just heard the commentator say that the youngest martyr who died was only one year older than us. It was when I was young that I fought for New China  They gave their lives. Some didn¡¯t even leave their names. I don¡¯t know how many times happier they are than us!¡±

    Hao Jun also said with emotion: "My father also participated in the revolution at the age of fourteen, but he was lucky and has now become a division-level cadre. You said that if he was not lucky and died like these martyrs, how could I still be there! I  Now I understand a little bit how my dad feels when he visits his fallen comrades every Tomb Sweeping Day. It¡¯s really like ¡®one general¡¯s work will lead to ten thousand bones¡¯!¡±

    Ailian ran up behind the two of them at some point and listened to them talking for a long time.  He asked him very seriously: "Hanwen, why are you not among the first batch of members of your class? Why? I heard that whether you can join the league is just a word from the head teacher. You must have offended your class teacher."

    He was in a much better mood and said nonchalantly: "If you offend me, you'll offend me, no matter what! How about you? Didn't you join in?"

    Ailian nodded and said: "I have never flattered the teacher, and I have never made any snitches. I will not follow the teacher to punish others, so there is no way to be a member of the league. But what does it matter? Students still have to  Focus on studying. By the way, I heard that you are going to have a dinner together, so don¡¯t forget to call me when the time comes!"

    He replied happily: "Don't worry! I will definitely call you and Sun Chenglong."

    The whistle for assembly rang. Ailian waved her hand and returned to class to assemble.  He and Hao Jun stood in the queue and discussed whether they would go to the county town for a dinner before May Day.

    When he got home, he saw the square table where his grandfather and grandma were seated.  In front of the table were a cooked fish, a bowl of braised pig's feet, a cooked chicken, and four large meatballs.  Three drinks before each ranking.  There is also a small incense burner with incense inside.

    As soon as he entered the door, his father said to him: "Give your grandpa and grandma three sticks of incense! Let them bless our family in heaven and everything goes well!" He lit three sticks of incense and was about to put it into the incense burner.  His father whispered: "Kneel down and kowtow three times to put the incense on it.

    He thought it was all feudal superstition, but he still kowtowed three times and said silently: "Grandpa, grandma, please bless our family to be safe and happy!" After placing the incense, he asked: "Dad, why did you get off work so early today?"

    His father said seriously: "We must not forget this custom of paying homage to our relatives and elders during the Qingming Festival. I will come back after taking leave and cook something delicious for your grandpa and grandma. You will also benefit from having delicious food at night."

    There was no one selling paper money at that time, so I had to go to the store to buy the yellow paper and print it on the paper with a big stick to use it as paper money.

    In the evening, after nine o'clock, the family went to the intersection and saw that there was no one around. They drew an open circle with chalk and wrote the names of the grandfather and grandmother on it.  The parents were mumbling while burning the paper. Strangely enough, after the paper was lit, it quickly flew into the air.  All of a sudden it turned into black paper dust.

    Hanwen suddenly felt that his grandpa and grandma were beside him, still as kind and as experienced as ever.?expression.  Hanwen's habit of holding memorial ceremonies during the Qingming Festival was developed from that time.
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