You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 308 Golden Hook

The    wine is Erguotou.

   The entrance is spicy.

The    flowed down his mouth and into his throat, Zhou Yang only felt that his throat was hot, and at the same time he choked so much that his tears were about to fall.

   For Zhou Yang, who seldom drinks baijiu, Erguotou is really a heavy-tasting wine.

   But it seems that the elderly especially like this sip.

  Especially the one-armed old man named Lao Yang, who smoked the smell a little, then immersed himself in it, and took a sip with a very enjoyable expression.

   "Old Yang, you are still so gentle..."

  An Xiao's grandfather was named An Jianwu.

No one could have imagined that this smiling, kind-hearted, old man who looked like the old man next door turned out to be a thirteen-year-old who joined the army to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, Civil War, Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, commanded the counterattack against Vietnam, the Sino-Indian border counterattack, and even the moment when the nation was founded. , he is one of the small group of people standing beside the great man who will always be left in the painting, also the youngest one, and one of the two fathers alive today.

   This was when he was just cooking, and when Zhou Yang was confused, Tang Xiao whispered to Zhou Yang.

   Zhou Yang, who has ever come into contact with people of this class?

While    was in awe of the old man, he felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him, making him breathless.

   Writing a script for such an awesome old man, in case the writing is not good, this is not...

   "The chief is joking..." The one-armed old man smiled embarrassedly: "As long as this wine has the taste of the past..."

   In fact, the real Erguotou won't feel very spicy after drinking it, and it's not easy to get on it, but it will only feel very strong, but the two old people don't seem to like drinking that kind of craft beer.

   In that year of ice and snow, a sip of spirits can not only disperse the cold, but also boost the spirit and give rise to the motivation to move forward.

After    three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Zhou Yang heard the two old people chatting a lot of stories.

   Unconsciously, I talked about the past years, about the scene when I climbed the snowy mountains and crossed the grass, and I also talked about the instructor.

"Digging wild vegetables, eating grass roots, chewing tree bark, you can eat whatever you can. The cooking squad leader saw that several of our young comrades were too hungry to walk, so he turned over the bag containing the grain, washed it with water, and boiled it." "Rice soup" for everyone to drink, that bowl of "rice soup" with almost no rice, saved me and my comrades who were dying from the brink of life and death..."

   "When we encounter water, even if we know there are fish in it, we can't do anything..."

   "I didn't have the strength to wade into the ditch to catch fish at that time. Even if I had the strength, I didn't dare to go down. Many comrades in arms once fell into such a ditch and never came out again..."

   "Later, the old squad leader thought about the sewing needle on his body..."

  “…”

  The wine is slightly smoked.

   When Mr. Yang saw the one on the table, his nose suddenly became sour, and the circles of his eyes turned red involuntarily.

  Even though it was a peaceful age and material abundance was abundant, I still had tears in my eyes when I recalled the scenes of those years.

   Those who survived from the edge of life and death cherish the present life more.

   Those were the years of climbing the snowy mountains and crossing the grass.

   Zhou Yang's nose was sour when he heard it. This world similar to the original has a similar history, and also has a group of pioneers who moved forward step by step in the difficult years.

  Listen and listen...

   He suddenly vaguely thought of the original world, an elementary school text called "The Golden Hook".

(There are two disputes about the original author of this text. According to the August 1, 1959 edition of [Workers Daily], the author of "The Golden Fish Hook" is Mr. Yang Xu. "The Hook" was written by Mr. Lu Dingyi.)

  When the floodgate of memory was opened, Zhou Yang felt that the picture became clearer, and even most of the words in the textbook were still fresh in Zhou Yang's memory.

   That text has more than 2,000 words. When Zhou Yang was in elementary school, he was very afraid of this text, because this text was specially emphasized by the head teacher and must be recited in full.

Later, the text was really long. Except for a small number of children who could memorize it well, other children could not memorize it after a long time. In the end, the class teacher allowed this text to be broken down into sections and recited, but The segment that is disassembled must have integrity.

   At that time, Zhou Yang was also tormented by this article. Later, not long after Zhou Yang graduated from elementary school, I heard that this article had been revised and deleted, and replaced with the story of "Edison Saves Mom".

   "At that time...hey..."

   Mr. Yang sighed and took another sip of Erguotou. His heart was very touched. After wiping his tears, he looked at the sky outside the house.

  The sun has set in the west.

   A bright and bright moon hangs high in the void, and the light shines through the clouds and shines on the earth.

   Zhou Yang lowered his head.

   In my mind, I couldn't tell whether I was in this world or the original world.

   As if everything is like a very real dream, and even feel that he is still in the dream and has not woken up.

   All the people present seemed to be infected with emotions, and finally felt lost.

   "General Manager An..."

"Um?"

   "Is there a story about "The Golden Hook" in elementary school textbooks in this world?"

  An Xiao hesitated for a while after hearing Zhou Yang's question, and seemed to fall into memory, and finally shook his head: "No, what is the content of this text?"

   "It's just like what I told Mr. Yang."

   "Oh, it is indeed an era that makes people feel emotional."

   "Yeah." Zhou Yang lowered his head, the memory of the text in his mind began to become clearer and clearer with Old Man Yang's voice.

   "Xiao Zhou, what are you whispering about?"

"Grandpa, Zhou Yang just told me about "The Golden Fish Hook"... and asked if it was possible to incorporate Grandpa Yang's story into the textbook for elementary school." An Xiao glanced at An Jianwu, and then at Old Yang. .

  Old Yang was stunned for a while, then looked at An Xiao in amazement: "You mean..."

"Grandpa Yang, I think a lot of stories should be recorded. Now is a peaceful age, but because of the peaceful age, we must be alert. Peace is never easy to come by. I hope the rising sun will shine on my land, and don't forget the martyrs. Blood is all over the floor." An Xiao said these words.

   "Xiao Zhou, what do you plan to write?" When An Xiao finished saying this, Old Man Yang did not answer, while Old Man An Jian Wu An looked at Zhou Yang with a little curiosity in his eyes.

   Zhou Yang was suddenly very nervous.

   It was an indescribable tension, even a hint of oppression.

  An Zhibin's eyes were still a little cold, Tang Xiao was encouraging, and Yang Lao was still a little confused.

   Zhou Yang stood up subconsciously.

   "Grandpa Yang, can I use... your tone to repeat your words?"

   "Okay." Old Yang was stunned, then nodded subconsciously.

   "In the autumn of 1935, the Fourth Red Army entered the grasslands, and many comrades suffered from gastrointestinal diseases. My two young comrades and I were too sick to keep up with the team. The instructor sent the cooking squad leader to take care of us and let us walk behind..."

   "The cooking squad leader is almost forty years old. He is tall, with a hunchback, square face, high cheekbones, wrinkles on his face, and white temples..."

  “…”

The paragraph at the beginning of    is really too familiar to Zhou Yang.

   He had read it and recited it for an unknown number of times. He had been tormented by the head teacher and hated it. At this moment, he felt a deep sense of emotion, and there was a burst of sourness in his breath.

   That is, the memory of that era.

   Old Yang was stunned.

   The eye circles that had been slightly better suddenly turned red again.

  The scenes from the past seemed to be blowing like a breeze in front of me, and those people or things in the memory began to become very clear, as if they could be touched.

   He also stood up subconsciously.

  An Xiao also flashed a hint of shock.

   A lot of what Zhou Yang said was something Yang Lao never said, and even that "the specific appearance of the old monitor" was never described by Yang Lao.

  Tang Xiao and An Zhibin also looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

   Zhou Yang's voice was very gentle. When he described the story section by section, it was as if the person concerned had witnessed the scenes with his own eyes, and it was as if he had experienced the self-reporting of that era.

"In the future, the old squad leader will try to find a place with a pond to camp, settle us down, and go out with the fish hook. The next day, he can always bring us steaming fresh fish and wild vegetable soup to eat. Although we It's still getting weaker day by day, it's much better than eating grass roots and wild vegetables. But the old monitor himself, I've never seen him eat a little fish..."

   When Zhou Yang looked at the ceiling and read this passage, Old Yang's eyes became redder and he wiped away tears again.

   "Grandpa Yang, tissue..."

   "It's okay, it's okay..."

   Mr. Yang didn't take the napkin that Tang Xiao handed over, but touched the eye socket with that hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

   That paragraph of story, as if it was just yesterday, is so clear...

   The joys, angers, sorrows and fears of those comrades-in-arms were presented in front of him scene by scene. Although decades had passed and the vicissitudes of time had changed, the voices and appearances still rang in his ears.

   "The next day, the old monitor brought very little fish soup. There was only half a catfish in each enamel bowl, with a little bit of wild vegetables floating on it. He smiled and said, "Eat it, it's just a little bit less. well! A very big fish has been hooked and ran away! "

   Zhou Yang's eye circles also began to turn slightly red. I don't know if it was because of the original memory or because of the content in the text.

   Obviously it is a very simple text, but it is full of complex emotions. The content on the paper is full of unknown stories.

   followed his memory and recited, some vague content that he had memorized, Zhou Yang unconsciously added into his description.

   The text of more than 2,000 words is surprisingly smooth...

   "Old monitor, you eat! We will also carry you out of the grass!" I almost cried. "

   "No, let's eat. You must get out of the grass! See the instructor and tell him that I didn't finish the task the party gave me, and I didn't take good care of you. Look, you're all so thin..."

   "The old monitor stroked my head with a rough hand. Suddenly, his hand dropped."

   "Old monitor! Old monitor!" We shouted. But the old monitor, he, his eyes slowly closed. We pounced on the old monitor, sobbing for a long, long time. "

"Wiping away my tears, I carefully wrapped the fishhook left by the old squad leader and put it in my close-fitting pocket. I thought: After the revolution is won, we must send it to the Memorial Hall of Revolutionary Martyrs, and let our sons Children and grandchildren come to look at it. On this rust-covered hook, there is a brilliant golden light!"

  “…”

   Zhou Yang thought about it.

   For some reason, the eye sockets were also wet.

   When I thought of the last sentence, there was silence in the audience.

  The silence lasted for a long time, a long time...

   (end of this chapter)