Senior Superstar

Li Shixin stayed in Liu Feng's room for more than five hours.

Following Mr. Liu Feng's trivial, repetitive and lack of sequence of events narrative. The corner of the picture scroll of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea became more and more clear in Li Shixin's heart.

Previously, the Memorial Hall of Aid Korea was published on Weibo, and the Ministry of Education and Propaganda, in fact, Li Shixin is not exactly touching porcelain and relying on the old to sell the old. What happened to Liu Feng, as well as the words and deeds of XPO fans, actually touched him a lot.

Rather than being touched, it is better to say that it is resentment.

Domestic history writers have liked grand macro narratives since ancient times, and like to focus on those who played a decisive role in historical events. But in Li Shixin's view, the temperature of a period of history is just reflected in those relatively ordinary and ordinary people.

Li Shixin wasn't exactly a hater when it came to the propaganda and aid to Korea Memorial Hall. He has read Chen Boshi's history textbook, and the part about the war to aid Korea has too many macroscopic descriptions and is not in-depth at all. There are too few pages to really implement the meaning of this war and the sacrifices of the combatants.

A few test points, obviously cannot summarize all.

Ordinary people are not very sensitive to numbers. To let a person remember the tragedy of a war and tell him that 10,000 people died in this war, it is better to tell him that 10,000 mothers lost their sons, and 10,000 women lost their husbands. Thousands of families lost their fathers to come even more impactful.

The previous history was for intellectuals and elites, and the brevity of the grand macro narrative and the richness of the key figures can arouse the empathy of these people. But in the era of information explosion and entertainment supremacy, it is obviously difficult for big historical narratives and empty historical views to enter the hearts of ordinary people, or the new generation.

What does it take? It is necessary to integrate warm history into the story and into popular culture to exert a subtle influence.

And the really warm things only exist in the memories of thousands of ordinary people like Liu Feng.

These memories are extremely precious, but due to the low-keyness of the memory owners and the indifference of the mainstream, there is a lack of communication and expression.

With the passage of time, with the passing of these memory subjects, the temperature of history is bound to become lower and lower.

Li Shixin does not want to delve into the complicated issues of education and historical views. For him, he only wants to do one thing well at the moment, which is to spread Liu Feng's story in his own way.

After ten o'clock in the evening.

Liu Feng, who recalled it for more than five hours, finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.

Seeing the old man snoring slightly during the day after tossing all night, Li Shixin smiled faintly, and walked out of the room with the shorthand book full of words and simple drawings of rabbit images.

Outside the door, several of Liu Feng's children, Liu Feng's grandson, and those old fans were waiting anxiously in the living room.

Seeing Li Shixin coming out, everyone immediately surrounded him.

"Uncle Li, how is my dad?" "Shixin, is Brother Feng feeling better?" "Master Xin."

Faced with everyone's chatter, Li Shixin waved his hand lightly, lowered his voice and said, "Don't yell, I just fell asleep."

Hearing this news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Being able to sleep proves that things have improved!

On the side, Liu Feng's grandson let out a long breath.

Li Shixin shook his head helplessly, "But it's still incomparable to before. I get agitated easily and cry a lot."

Seeing Liu Feng's grandson and the brothers and sisters of the Liu family distressed, Li Shixin smiled lightly and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on a little bit. It will get better sooner or later."

Faced with Li Shixin's relief, Liu Feng's grandson nodded with red eyes.

In any case, Liu Feng's condition has improved, and the family members are still happy.

Liu Jianfang, the only female general of the Liu family, wiped away her tears, only to realize that a group of elderly people had stayed up all night because of Liu Feng's affairs, and immediately told everyone not to make trouble tonight and stay at home.

Ordinarily, Liu Feng's home is not far from Jianhong Community, and it takes only ten minutes to walk.

But on the one hand, he was thinking about Liu Feng's situation, and on the other hand, he was also afraid that going back so late would disturb Zhang Ying's rest. After chatting with the Liu family brothers and sisters for a while, Li Shixin went down the donkey and followed Liu Feng's grandson upstairs. on the bedroom.

A group of old fans, some were worried about home and were driven back by the brothers and sisters of the Liu family, and some from far away also stayed at Liu Feng's house.

After coaxing these old fans back to the room to sleep, Li Shixin borrowed Liu Feng's grandson's laptop and went back to his room.

The course of Liu Feng’s participation in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea is roughly the story of a single seedling in three houses and a single seedling in a company; this single seedling has experienced five battles in the first stage of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Different from empty historical events, these experiences expounded that extraordinary war from the perspective of a soldier.

Li Shixin was also touched by the people and things involved.

In the quiet night, with the lamp on the desk in Liu Feng's grandson's bedroom, Li Shixin turned on the word.

A literary script based on "Things About That Rabbit That Year" in his memory, adding the experience of Mr. Liu Feng and Li Shixin's own historical science works, gradually took shape.

Another side of the city.

Chen Yiyi's home.

Chen Boshi, Chen Yiyi, and Su Sansan were looking at their school QQ group with bitter faces.

In the QQ group with more than a thousand people, it was still full of joy until midnight.

"@瓦诗大魔王, Chen Boshi, you bloody traitor! First, you were a mole in Liu Xin’s fan nest, and then you took away Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan, the backbone of Liu Xin’s fan group. Now you are fine, And blatantly brought two traitors to smash our XPO fan club, Chen Boshi, I am at odds with you!"

"@白诗大魔王, @苏三三, @陈依依, you three scum of the fan circle! Wow, you messed up the XPO fan club, and our XPO fans have no home! This fairy has killed her!" decision!"

"Knock angry, knock angry! I went to Chaohua to check in after school in the afternoon, and found that the fan club no longer exists! I went to the forum and found out that it was that old man and the three of you again! Baby first fan Liu Xin, Liu Xin was crippled by you, and later fan Huazhang, Huazhang was stigmatized by you, and now you are in the pit of XPO, and you are out to make trouble again! If you have the ability, don’t leave after school at noon tomorrow! We will have a showdown on the playground! Wow! !"

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Looking at the crazily refreshed news in the QQ group, looking at countless private messages naming himself as a teacher and questioning him. The three little girls in pajamas sat on the bed with dull faces.

o(╥﹏╥)o: "It's over, Boshi, we're done! Let's transfer schools, let's transfer schools!"

o(╥﹏╥)o: "I can already foresee that if we go to school tomorrow, we will die miserably and transfer to another school! We must transfer!"

Looking at the two little friends who seemed to be mentally retarded, Chen Boshi closed his slightly open mouth.

(⁠“⁄): “You two are mentally retarded, old man Li has already thanked the three of us on Weibo, and now I am afraid that XPO fans across the country already know the names of the three of us, where can you transfer to? Go to the valley where there is no TV and Internet, isolated from the world, and do not know XPO? "

Stimulated by Chen Boshi, Su Sansan and Chen Yiyi despaired.

(;Д`), (;Д`)

"Then what should we do!?"

o(^｀)o suck~

(uДu〃) Oh.

Sighing deeply, Chen Boshi raised his head. Amidst the trembling of the twin ponytails, her eyes moved slightly, with faint tears flickering.

"Learn from old man Li."

"What are you studying, Hundan!? Are you cheating?"

"No,"

Facing the friend's complaints, Chen Boshi shook his head.

"Learn old man Li's strategy. If you can't solve the problem, solve the problem. Turn the person who is unhappy with you into your own person."

Amid the shaking of the twin ponytails, Chen Boshi said quietly.

"Huh?"

Seeing Chen Boshi's wise face, Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan's eyes widened.

"Then how does it work?"

Facing the question from his companion, Chen Boshi took out the phone from his lap, thought for a while and dialed a number.

"Hey, principal, are you asleep?"

"Well, I have nothing else to do with this call, I just can't sleep."

"Why can't I fall asleep? Oh, of course, I was pissed off by those idiots who have no bottom line and no ethics! Principal, tell me, what's wrong with the children now!"

"I think, in order to avoid this kind of moral education culture slipping through the net and defective products of quality education among the students of our No. 1 Middle School, it is necessary for the school to crack down on patriotism education!

If you trust me as an outstanding student, a member of the Youth League, and the captain of the Three Stripes Team, then you will come forward to call for this matter. I will organize the students and say that the students are spontaneous and reflect the moral education achievements of our No. 1 Middle School. You Say what."