Chapter 430

The next day, there were no classes in the kindergarten, but there were activities. In the morning, there was a memorial meeting on September 18, and in the afternoon, there was a visit to the martyrs' cemetery.

At 9:18 a.m., the air defense alarm sounded, and the children stood on the playground, watching the red and gorgeous national flag descend to the middle of the flagpole.

Today, before going out, Lu Zhengkang's younger brother intimately told him that the temperature today was 17 degrees centigrade, overcast. Wearing a red and white coat, it was still a little cold, and the humidity was 98%. If there was no accident, there would be rain.

The air raid alarm startled the birds living in the urban green belt. They glided under the dark clouds in the cool autumn wind. The children stood in a group and bowed their heads, but they were always curious. The baby would look up at the sky.

On the horizon, the city's high-rise buildings encircle the city, and the uneven wall is like a cluster of moss sprouts. The flying birds roam between heaven and earth, passing through the duckweed in the urban jungle. The high pitched alarm in the loudspeaker is in Shepard's tune. It is really like a bird crowing blood and a singer losing soul, which makes people constantly panic.

In the depressing tone and bleak tone, the world is like jelly melted by acid lotion, like a painter's pen washing pool. In the colorful stream of turbid light, children stand on the isolated island surrounded by their grandparents' shoulders, very steadfast, and can look around, but there are always days when they have to look down and see the bones of their ancestors.

Zhang yingxuan's face was strained and tears were dripping.

Su Xiangli looked at him at a loss.

Qiu Qiongzhu is peeping at a black crow on the camphor tree in the corner of the playground.

Lu Zhengkang is standing, no extra action, heart is empty, no extra thoughts.

Teachers stand in front of the national flag platform, also bow their heads, school leaders stand on the rostrum, also bow their heads.

Whether it's true or not, bow your head. It's like a statue.

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When he went to the martyr's cemetery, more than 80 children in the school took the bus together. Lu Zhengkang's favorite mode of transportation was to lean his head against the shaking window glass and look at the scenery outside. However, that was before. Nowadays, the cars are very stable, and the urban scenery is the same, which is not very attractive.

Lu Zhengkang still remembers the scenery along the road between the suburbs in those days. Under the half overcast and half sunny sky, there were a large number of paddy fields, one by one wire poles and six or seven wires on the side of the road. The car drove along the side of the road, the cement road sped backward, the anti-skid stripes mixed together, and the electric lines moved up and down in the field of vision

Lu Zhengkang is a little concerned about Wang Shuonan's emotional state. I wonder if the Mid Autumn Festival congratulatory letter can leave a good impression on the beauty? He looked forward and saw that they were sitting quite far away. Was that letter too implicit? Why should I pay attention to the love life of an adult.

How to say, this is life.

Lu Zhengkang stares at the back of his front seat. It's dirty and stained with some suspicious stains. Is it the nasal secretion left by the last passenger sitting in his seat with the end of his body? Or is it just drink stains, food soups? The sanitation of buses is worse than that of other means of transportation. Who can take such buses? Is it a tour for the elderly?

Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt great frustration and decadence. He was really not happy one day, let alone mention it.

However, Zhang yingxuan seems to be even more sad. His father is a very patriotic man. In fact, it's amazing that he can sympathize with the sufferings of history at a young age. According to Lu Zhengkang's observation, more than 98% of the children are heartless, while the adults are more numb.

Zhang yingxuan's classmates could not help crying.

When he cried, for some reason, a little girl from the hummingbird class also cried.

Once there are two, there are three. In a short time, there is a lot of crying on the bus, and the bus turns into a mourning hall.

The teachers were in a mess, and the driver's face was livid with the steering wheel.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed.

Qiu Qiongzhu is also laughing.

Some children don't know why they cry at all. They just cry with everyone. Now when they see someone laughing, they are happy again.

In the ever-changing crying and laughing field, Zhang yingxuan's children are the most hardworking, sweaty and tearful. When everyone is laughing, only he is sad.

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Su Xiangli recorded Zhang yingxuan's miserable appearance. When the four of them were queuing outside the martyrs' cemetery, they got together to watch the video.

Lu Zhengkang laughs mercilessly, and Su Xiangli shakes his hands. The video is glued together. Qiu Qiongzhu stares at Zhang yingxuan with a squint. The little boy's face turns red and angry.

"Don't look!"

"Well, well, look at it for a while."

They gather together to laugh until the procession starts. How many schools can be crowded into a martyr's cemetery? The answer is six.

There are two kindergartens, one primary school and three junior middle schools.

It is true that more schools lead to fewer students in each school, but the number of teachers and students in the six schools is no longer a small number. There are a lot of people, gongs and drums are noisy, red flags are fluttering, and even serious occasions have become vulgar, noisy and tiring.Lu Zhengkang recalled that when he was a child, whenever he had any school level activities, he would write a sentimental composition after he came back. He listened to the conversations between primary school students and junior high school students. Sure enough, this fine tradition is still continuing.

For Lu Zhengkang, there's really nothing to write about. It's the same as before. What do you think in such a crowded and happy environment?

Write a narrative? When I came to the cemetery on a certain day and month, a big brother in junior high school and a little brother in primary school got into a fight, and they came to sweep the martyrs' graves in order to fight for a broom. Then they were all taught a lesson by their teachers. From this story, we deeply realized the importance of maintaining order What a fart! When Lu Zhengkang saw this scene, he only thought that these little farts were stupid, and they were busy with dirty work.

But he can't really write like that. On a solemn day, on a solemn occasion, he has to have a solemn manner, doesn't he? You can't talk about learning in the mahjong hall, and you can't talk about cross talk in the library.

What is form and discretion.

Lu Zhengkang's most annoying sentence: you should control your own propriety.

Young people just want to be straightforward, lawless and proper

Is that the future?

Just like Lu Zhengkang many years ago, he would fight for a broom to sweep the tomb, just because it was not a hard work, it was a very glorious and positive form, and he was remembering his ancestors.

It's stupid to move yourself, but it's noble for a group of people to move themselves. It's not ironic, it's a wonderful fact.

Lu Zhengkang saw that Zhang yingxuan was holding a broom, and another kid from another school was also holding the broom, so his just partner Lu Zhengkang rushed up and put his palm on the boy's face to help Zhang yingxuan take the broom for himself.

Today, the cemetery is contracted by Chunya new kindergarten!

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Sun Hui put down her cell phone and looked at her son coldly.

"Is it true that the teacher said you bullied other children?"