Extra 1［Lin Bo］
My mother went to Mr. Liu's house to help in the morning, looked after Mrs. Li's children in the afternoon, and picked up the laundry on the way back in the evening. She would wash until the cockcrowed before she could rest for a while. Occasionally, she woke up at night and heard the sound of rubbing clothes and her tired sigh suppressed in her throat. Sometimes my brother woke up too. We looked at each other and tears fell hard.
When I was older and had the strength to wash clothes for her, my brother started to go to school. The family became even more financially constrained. She had to mop the floor for others at night, and she couldn't even straighten her waist when she came back. My brother taught me new words every day after school and asked me to write on paper with a pencil...but he couldn't bear to use it himself. My mother had to wash clothes for several days to buy such a short pencil because it was a Western product. Chinese people can't make pencils...I felt a strange feeling in my heart at that time. Before doing homework every time, my brother would think about the draft in his mind and write down the answer stroke by stroke. Even if a mosquito was staring at his face, he would not stop writing and slap it to death. That day, he happily took out a short pencil from his pocket and said he wanted to give it to me. I had never been so happy before. When I asked him how he got it, he didn't tell me. When my mother found out, she was very angry and suspected that he stole something. Then my brother explained that his classmates thought the pencil was too short and it was difficult to write with it, so they threw it into the trash can, and he secretly picked it up.
Later, he often brought back some small things, such as a small eraser, a wet book, or a very short pencil head. He took a bamboo stick as thick as his little finger, cut it, took out the lead from the pencil head and put it in, and it was a "pen" that could be held and written. My brother used such a pen at home, and the long pen that seemed to never finish writing at school.
He was found out when he was taking out the trash can. No one played with him, and sometimes he was bullied. The families of other classmates were better off than ours, so even if he was beaten, he just endured it and asked those bad kids not to beat him where he could see it. Don't let my mother know.
That day, my mother took us to visit the third young master of the Si family next door. She specially asked us to wash and change into neat clothes, and also prepared a basket of eggs. Usually, eggs were sold for money. Only during festivals would my mother cook two eggs, one for me and one for my brother. She said she didn't want to eat them. At that time, I peeled the yolk and my brother peeled the egg white and stuffed them into her mouth.
I usually washed clothes and mended in the yard, and rarely saw him. Every time I glimpsed the green figure from a distance, I lowered my head to avoid it. I was afraid that he would see a person with a yellow face, thin body and wretched appearance.
I was very close to him, and I didn't dare to look at him.
My mother wanted to ask him if he had any old books he didn't want, and whether she could lend them to him, but she only said "yes".
I thought it was the most beautiful voice in the world at that time, and I thought so later.
He said that if we encountered problems we didn't understand, we could come and ask him.
My mother asked us to kowtow, but he stopped us, and didn't take our eggs. Later, he picked five chicks and went over.
Actually, I want to keep chickens at home, and catch them and send them to him when he wants to eat. People like him should never keep chickens at home... If the yard is dirty and he steps on something, it would be a blasphemy.
People who are truly pampered are different from poor people. They don't care about the length of pencils, nor do they care about the price of rice. At first, I just thought he was a young master from a rich family, and he was full of knowledge, as far away as the moon in the sky. Later, when I saw him feeding chickens and sweeping the yard, I suddenly felt that he was similar to us. When I really got to know people who are pampered and have a good life, I found that they are different from the third young master. No matter how kind-hearted those rich people are, they will always feel a little strange when they know my predicament. When I read the sentence "I have known the vastness of the universe, but I still pity the green grass and trees", I instantly understood what kind of person he was.
He seemed to be a little stingy with words, and he only said a few words about the problem, but he was sharp and clear. My younger brother read the books he sent and was guided by him, and his grades improved rapidly.
After my younger brother got first place in the exam, he was no longer beaten and occasionally received some gifts. My younger brother made new friends and his situation in school improved. I was very proud of him, but also very sad. He would become better and better, but what kind of person would I grow up to be? Like all women, I would always guard my husband and children and my own little piece of land? For this reason, I was depressed for a long time.
After the third young master found out, he asked me if I was willing to go to school.
How could I go to school... Later, he said that if I wanted to go, I could go, and then I really did.
When I was with him, I always dared not look at him, but only took his words seriously and changed my bad habits bit by bit. Except for eating and sleeping, I spent all my time studying, for fear that one day others would say that he was good at everything, but his vision was a little worse. I was also afraid that I could not help him and that others would envy him.
It was a little funny to say that I always felt that he was a person who only cared about the truth, and he might be knocked out by a stick as soon as he went out, and be easily harmed by others. Later he took me to practice shooting. I was amazed to see him locking onto the target from a distance and firing every shot.
He can bring peace to the world with his pen and decide the fate of the world with his martial arts.
I suddenly felt that he was unfathomable.
I am not only his student, but also his direct disciple. The latter upholds the ancient tradition. I will inherit his ideas, learn the knowledge he taught, and pass on what he learned and thought.
Humans are reluctant to die and have the instinct to inherit. The third-rate inheritance is the inheritance of blood, which can be achieved by having children. The second-rate inheritance is the inheritance of material, which can build pavilions, towers, and exquisite objects. The first-rate inheritance is the inheritance of spirit, and the better it is, the more immortal it is. He is good enough, and I am under too much pressure.
The family is getting better and better. My younger brother is very sensible. He has learned to be the backbone of the family at a young age. He is very responsible. With me as an assistant teacher and earning silver dollars, my mother is also much more relaxed. Life is getting better and better. Domestic merchants have purchased a full set of machines and made pencils in China, but this is still not enough. I think our country should also have something for other countries to learn. Even if it is not now, it must be in the future. What I have to do now is to follow the teacher and complete this thing together.
After learning about the research project, I was very excited.
Even if it was just a concept, I have heard the sound of it exploding. I will exhaust my life's energy to complete this project, and I must make it a real object that will shock the whole world.
In my eyes, the teacher can no longer be regarded as a living person, but a knowledge polymer.
He is getting thinner and thinner, and he told us to take protective measures and not be affected by the radiation of the ore.
Then he studied alone without protection...whether...
We dare not guess, but try to reduce his chances of direct contact with the ore as much as possible.
It is almost researched out, and only needs a large venue to test the stability, and slowly adjust it, and it can be officially born.
But the war has come.
Before, there was always a feeling of a sharp weapon hanging by the neck, and now that sharp weapon has finally fallen, everyone feels the pain personally.
The laboratory was disbanded.
He was tall and thin, and because he was in the research institute all year round, or gave lectures indoors, he rarely got the sun's favor. His face was pale and he looked like a person who had been ill for a long time. There were often news in Wancheng that he was recuperating somewhere. Sometimes he was not just recuperating, sometimes... I didn't know if there was anything wrong with his body. Because when he spoke, he was clear and concise, and he looked very strong and healthy. His back was straight, he rarely coughed, his eyes were sharp, and when he talked about something exciting, his spirits were high. When he heard good news, his eyes softened... Every time, it made people's hearts shake, and marveled at the Creator's kindness to him.
In the early years, many people were concerned about his marriage and bet between Master Wen and Miss Su. I occasionally thought about it, but I felt that whether it was Master Wen Jinghong or Miss Su Hongkou, they were not comparable to ordinary people, and their relationship with him was naturally different from what ordinary people speculated. Later, Master Wen married the second young master, and Miss Su's whereabouts were unknown, and there was no one who could be slightly comparable to him.
After I separated from the people in the institute, I moved to the south with my former classmates. On the way, I taught students along the way with other teachers. This was the first time I left Wancheng alone, and it was also the first time I met this country that gave birth to me and raised me.
She was like a brocade covered with lice, and also like a fallen emperor nailed to a red-hot iron pillar. A hundred years ago, she was one of the most powerful countries in the world. She had heavy and gorgeous achievements and a vast and fertile land, but now she has fallen into such a miserable situation.
Just as the teacher said, we can all contribute to her resurgence. A drop of water can wear away a stone, and a mayfly can shake a tree. I will do my best to be a teacher, pass on what I have learned to more students, and try my best to hold the torch and light the torches of others.
As the war expanded, the school opened and closed, and moved south continuously, with more and more students. They held new ideals, young and full of hope.
I was always waiting, waiting for the war to end, waiting for the teacher to appear.
I waited for the new regime that the teacher said, and I went to meet the national leader with the people who came to greet him and talked to him about new weapons. The institute was restarted again, and the lost researchers were found one after another. They had changed their names and kept this secret until now.
"Mr. Lin, everyone on the list is here."
The new assistant said.
"There is still one missing." I said.
We didn't take a group photo at the time, and there was nothing to commemorate, so if we couldn't find the teacher, we would never find him.
"He hasn't come yet."
"Why is there no news at all?"
Others said the same thing.
Everyone knew who didn't come, and they were all waiting.
Some people say that he and General Si Qingheng died in that bloody battle. But there is a Chinese-American major general abroad who has been supporting the families of martyrs for many years and looks like General Si Qingheng. Why didn't anyone go back to the institute and make research plans as before and handle everything in an orderly manner?
The general director of the project still has his name on it.
He didn't come until it turned into a mushroom cloud and didn't dissipate for a long time in the cheers.
It turned out that the day the institute said goodbye was the last time we met in this life. I couldn't even look at him again, and I didn't even know where his grave was.
Everyone decided that the day of success would be his death anniversary.
All the staff of the institute built a tomb for him.
The full house was white and white, and looking back thousands of miles, the old friends were gone.
He has always lived in my memory, as if he would suddenly push the door in one day, still looking young.
The piled stones are like jade, and the rows of pines are like green. Lang Yan is unique and there is no second in the world.
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