Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

It's raining a little in Hangzhou today, and the coolness after October can penetrate the skin and go straight to the bones.

There was a shallow pool of water on the side of the road, the area was quite large, and on the edge of the road where it was close to, stood a Tingting girl holding an umbrella.

The taxi cleverly pressed against the puddle and stopped next to the curb.

"It's so cold!" the girl complained as soon as she got into the car.

The driver turned on the warm air, and for a while there was a warm feeling of spring, and the whole car was warm.

"He's warning the widow, go back!"

The voice of King Qin came from the radio, like thunder in the sky, which was terrifying and made people's hearts tremble.

"Master, have you also seen the collection of Huaxia?" the girl's face was full of excitement.

The driver's side face is resolute and powerful, combing his hair, and his appearance is calm and cold, but full of righteousness.

"Watched, good show!" Hearing

that it was a fan, the girl immediately became interested and said, "Where did you find this radio channel? I want to download the video of the collection of Huaxia, but there is no way!"

The driver's face was still cold, it should be said that he was serious, as if he couldn't laugh.

"A newly opened radio station of Tianhua Company, it should be able to be searched with a mobile phone!"

"Really?" the girl's eyes lit up.

Suddenly, she spotted the pendant on the driver's chest, an old badge that had been worn off the paint.

"What's that?" the

driver frowned, not answering her.

The girl pursed her lips, but still smiled: "You tell me the channel number, and I'll search for it."

"Drive now, I'll give it to you at the end

!" The girl glanced at the pendant on the driver's chest again, and wanted to reach out and

touch it!"Don't touch it!" The

cold tone was mixed with a cold commanding tone, which undoubtedly made the girl's hand suddenly pause.

She withdrew her hand a little shyly, knowing that she was a little rude.

"I'm sorry!" the

driver didn't say anything in response to her, concentrating on his drive and not saying a word.

The girl looked at the driver, pulled her hands and stopped talking.

The car drove all the way, and after about half an hour, it reached the end, and the driver sent the radio signal to the girl.

Before leaving, he suddenly said to the girl: "I am a veteran, and this medal was left by my grandfather, who is an old revolutionary soldier."

The medal is a reward for killing three enemies with his bare hands while running out of weaponry.

He broke a hand, lost his left eye, and had a thirteen-centimeter-long wound on his abdomen, which I used to touch and play with when I was a child. The

girl was stunned.

The driver continued: "The medal is the leadership spirit of the previous generation of revolutionary soldiers, so I can't show it to you!"

The girl immediately bowed her head and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I... I don't know

!" "It's okay, the medal has a name, I can give it to you!" The

girl's expression moved slightly, and the next moment, two words slowly spit out from the driver's mouth: "Sichuan Army..."

In a simple residential building in Sichuan City, Meng Shoucheng, who is in his nineties, went home with the vegetables he had just bought.

"Uncle Meng, on the fifth floor, your old body is still so tough!" the neighbor's eldest sister greeted with a smile.

The old man was wearing a first-generation army green coat, and also replied: "Little grandson, go to work?"

"Yes, go

first, uncle!" "Slow down on the road, it's raining today, the road is slippery

!" "Come on, thank you!"

Meng Shoucheng returned home, the interior was bright and simple, without too much decoration, and even a little simple and excessive.

There was a large knife hanging on the wall, and next to it was a blurry old photograph, so I couldn't see what the person on it looked like.

The phone rang at this time, "Dad, I'm on vacation today, go back

to accompany you!" The old man smiled: "Stinky boy, you

don't need you to accompany me, don't bother me!" "That's not good, I haven't eaten your dishes for a week, and your grandson won't eat

!" "Just send it to my eldest grandson, you get out!"

"Hahaha, that's not okay..."

Hanging up the phone, Meng Shoucheng picked up the big knife on the wall, and a neatly folded flower cloth was placed on the table below.

He gently wiped the blade of the knife, which was something he had to do every day.

After looking at the time, he solemnly hung the knife back on the wall, and then his body was straight, and the physique of a man in his nineties did not have any rickets.

His right hand was against his front eyebrows, forming a salute posture, facing the photo, "The captain of the third team of the Sharp Knife Battalion, Meng Shoucheng, the whole team is thirteen people, but there is one person, and the assembly is complete!"

He stared at the photo quietly, motionless, and only after about a few minutes did he put his hand down.

This habit has been cultivated for decades, and I want to change... It's simply impossible.

"Battalion commander, eat scrambled eggs with green onions today, I dreamed yesterday that I heard you whispering to the political commissar and wanted to eat eggs.

What's the matter, don't tell me? Look down on me Lao Meng?

Old Meng, I'm not poor now, the national policy is good, and the eggs are enough to eat!!"

Meng Shoucheng smiled brightly, humming a small song from the army and walked into the kitchen...