What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

In a blink of an eye, it was the beginning of June in 1950. After receiving the newly issued household registration booklet, Moli decided to take Silong to Hongqi Primary School to register.

That morning, as soon as I came to the gate of the courtyard, I saw the two of them locking the door and preparing to go out.Seeing their serious appearance, I secretly laughed in my heart, and followed them within three meters behind them.

That day, Jasmine's dress was elegant and reserved, with a kind of unassuming beauty.I saw that she was wearing a white cheongsam covered with bright yellow florals, and she was carrying a light brown cloth bag, with bright yellow flowers embroidered on one corner of the bag, which was very delicate and beautiful.

Xiao Silong is also well-dressed today, wearing a western-style shirt with light yellow and light brown checks on a white background, small light brown trousers, and a pair of small brown lace-up leather shoes on his feet.Silong's hair has just been cut, and it is cut short, which is very energetic; the bangs are a little bit long, and they are upturned, very playful.Seeing Silong's hairstyle, I suddenly remembered that in Shanghai many years ago, the most fashionable hairstyle among boys in the Jiangnan area at that time was like this, it seemed to be called "airplane head".

(Students who don’t know what an airplane head is, you can go and see the image of Haibao, the mascot of the Shanghai World Expo. That Haibao has a standard cute airplane head!)

Walking on the street, such a beautiful and harmonious pair of mother and son attracted countless glances back, some of them were surprised, some admired, some envied, and most of them just sparkled.I followed within three meters of them, and walked forward to meet those countless eyes, and I couldn't help but feel very proud.

(two)

Hongqi Primary School was not far from Jasmine's house, and there were many signposts posted at the school gate, so Jasmine easily came to a classroom door with a note saying "New Student Registration Office" posted on it.

The classroom was still empty, so there was a desk with two chairs in front of the desk for the students and their parents who came to sign up. There were two stacks of forms on the desk, as well as pens and ink bottles, etc. Miscellaneous, a young man sat upright behind the desk, looking at a stack of filled forms in a daze.

Annoyed, since he started his new job, he seems to be a different person. In a word, he has become more peaceful and low-key.Maybe it's been through too many battlefields, maybe it's been through too much blood and death, maybe it's because it's carrying the hope of three thousand people. In this hard-won era of peace, Fanla is now living a serious and practical life, be careful And low-key, the original anger and meanness are gone, he has really matured.

Looking at my good brother behind the desk, I didn't follow in, just watched quietly from the window.When she heard the footsteps of Jasmine and the others entering the door, Fanla raised her head, her eyes lit up.

"Hi! I'm here to help my son sign up." Jasmine said softly, with a hint of caution.

"Please sit down! You need to fill out a registration form first." Fanla gestured for them to sit down, with a hint of surprise and suspicion in her eyes.

Jasmine took the blank registration form, took out the household registration booklet and a pen from the cloth bag, and began to write slowly.Silong sat on the chair and began to look around indiscriminately. When his eyes turned back and saw that Fanla was looking at him thoughtfully, Silong smiled embarrassedly at Fanla, that The pure, innocent and unscrupulous smile hit Fanla's heart at once.

(three)

At this time, Jasmine had already filled out the form and was about to hand it to Fanla. Seeing Fanla's bewitched expression, she asked doubtfully, "Teacher, what's your last name? The form has been filled out."

"Ah, my surname is Meng, you can call me Mr. Meng." Fanla recovered and took the form.

"Yuan Silong, this child's name is Yuan Silong. Are you his mother, Yuan Moli?" Fanla muttered casually, and opened the household register to read.Whether it is the form or the household registration booklet, only "deceased" is filled in the column of Silong's father.

"This child is not yet six years old?! Now the country's regulation is to enroll school-age children over six years old!" Fanla said again.

"Mr. Meng, our family Silong has been enlightened since he was four years old. Now he can recognize thousands of characters and memorize a lot of books! Although he is a little younger, he must be able to keep up with reading. .” Jasmine quickly explained.

"Silong, tell Teacher Meng, what books do you know by heart?" Fanla turned her head to face Silong.

"I can recite "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic", "Mencius Meets King Hui of Liang", and many Tang poems! My father taught me." Silong replied childishly and loudly arrive.

Hearing his answer, both Jasmine and Fanla were shocked.I couldn't help laughing in my heart, this kid, why did he have to bring his father out, probably because I watched him too often recently and left him with a deep impression.

(four)

"Mr. Meng, Silong has never seen his father except for the photos. He just misses his father so much and often has strange dreams. I taught him these books. Also, look, this is He wrote it." While explaining, Jasmine took out a stack of small script written by Silong from her bag.She held Silong's little hand secretly with her hand under the table, signaling him not to talk too much.

Looking at the stack of neat and elegant lowercase characters, Fanla showed a joyful smile on his face.He looked at the puzzled Si Long and the slightly uneasy Jasmine, and said, "You don't have to worry too much. Although this child is not yet old, since he has learned so much, he should already have the ability to learn. I will report it to the school leaders, and try my best to get admission this year. You just go back and wait for the notice!"

Jasmine stood up hesitantly, led Silong to take two steps, and then turned around worriedly: "Mr. Meng, you see, I am taking care of this child by myself. I usually have things to do, and I don't have much time to take care of him. If he can Go to school early, and I can relax earlier."

At this time, Fanla also stood up, and he said sincerely: "Sister Jasmine, don't worry! If you receive the notice before September 9, you should prepare according to the notice and send him when the time comes." It's gone. Yuan Silong, goodbye!"

She was a little surprised when she heard the "Sister Jasmine", but she still took Silong to say goodbye to Fanla politely.

After leaving the school, Jasmine pulled Silong to stop when she reached a relatively secluded part of the street.She knelt down and said to Si Long seriously: "From now on, don't mention your father to others. No matter what he told you or taught you in your dream, you must keep it in your heart. But Don't mention him to others, and don't say you dreamed about him. This is very important, you must remember it!"

"But, why?" The little man was still puzzled, how could he know the difficulty and complexity of this world?

"Silong, your father can still visit you in your dream. This is a secret that needs to be kept. It is a secret that cannot be told to anyone except mother. As long as you can keep this secret, then He can still come to see you, you have to remember your mother’s words well, and be a little man who can keep secrets.” Jasmine explained to Si Long helplessly and slightly sadly.

Watching their mother and child go home, I was secretly entangled in my heart, but I still agreed with and supported Jasmine's meticulousness and caution.

……

I am used to the world now, and my heart is leisurely everywhere.The water in the Hanguang Pavilion was like the sky, and a sea of ​​gulls flew up.