Collection of Chinese Classics: I broadcast history live and talk to the past and present

It rained a little in Hangzhou today. The chill after October can penetrate the skin and reach the bones.

There was a shallow puddle of water on the side of the road. The area was quite large. On the curb where it was close to, stood a graceful girl holding an umbrella.

The taxi cleverly pressed on the puddle and stopped beside the curb.

""It's so cold!" The girl complained immediately after getting on the bus.

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

"He is warning me to retreat!"……

The voice of the King of Qin came from the radio, as terrifying as thunder from the sky, making people's hearts tremble.

""Master, have you also read the Chinese Classics?" The girl's face was filled with excitement.

The driver's profile was strong and resolute, with a crew cut, and a calm and cold look, but full of righteousness.

"I watched it, it’s a 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 videos of the Chinese Collection, but I don’t have any way!"

The driver’s face was still cold, or should I say serious, as if he couldn’t smile.

"This is a new radio station opened by Tianhua Company, which should be able to be searched using a mobile phone!"

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

Suddenly, she noticed the driver's chest pendant, which was an old badge with the paint worn off.

"What is that?"

The driver frowned and didn't answer her.

The girl pouted, but still smiled and said,"Tell me the channel number and I'll search it."

"Drive now, and I’ll give it to you when we get to the destination!"

The girl glanced at the pendant on the driver's chest again, wanting to reach out and touch it!

""Don't touch it!"

The cold tone mixed with the indifferent command tone, the unquestionable tone made the girl's hand suddenly stop.

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

""I'm sorry!"

The driver did not respond to her. He just concentrated on driving without saying a word.

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

The car drove all the way and arrived at the destination about half an hour later. The driver sent the radio number to the girl.

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

The medal was the reward he received after killing three enemies with his bare hands when his weapons and equipment were used up.

For this, he broke one hand, lost his left eye, and had a thirteen-centimeter-long wound on his abdomen. When I was a child, I always touched it and played with it."

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 doesn't matter, the medal has a name, I can give it to you!"

The girl's expression moved slightly, and the next moment, the driver slowly uttered two words:"Sichuan Army…"

……

In a simple residential building in Sichuan City, Meng Shoucheng, who is over 90 years old, takes the vegetables he just bought home.

"Uncle Meng, you're on the fifth floor. You're still in good health!" The neighbor lady greeted with a smile.

The old man, wearing a military green jacket from the previous generation, also replied:"Xiao Sun, are you going to work?"

"Yes, I’m leaving first, sir!"

"Drive slowly, it's raining today and the road is slippery!"

"OK, thank you very much!"

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

There was a big knife hanging on the wall, and next to it was a photo that was so old and blurry that you couldn't even see what the person in it looked like.

The phone rang at this time,"Dad, I'm on vacation today, I'm going to go back to accompany you!"

The old man smiled and said,"Stinky boy, your dad doesn't need you to accompany him, don't bother me!"

"That won’t do. Your grandson hasn’t eaten the food you cooked for a week and he won’t even eat!"

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

"Hahahaha, that won't work.……"

After hanging up the phone, Meng Shoucheng picked up the big knife on the wall. There was a neatly folded floral cloth on the table below.

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

Looking at the time, he solemnly hung the knife on the wall again, then stood up straight, with a physique of over ninety years old without any hunchback. He put his right hand on his brow, saluted, and faced the photo,"Captain of the third team of the sharp knife battalion, Meng Shoucheng, there are thirteen people in the team, only one is present, and the assembly is complete!"

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

This habit has been maintained for decades, and it is impossible to change...

"Battalion commander, we're having scrambled eggs with green onions today. I dreamed yesterday that you and the political commissar were talking in a whisper and wanted to eat eggs.

What's the matter? You didn't tell me? Do you look down on me, Old Meng?

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

Meng Shoucheng smiled brightly and walked into the kitchen humming a military song...