Mushroom House: A centenary-year-old national scholar was exposed, and the whole network burst into

"The relationship between the old man and Uncle Luo should be very good.

Zifeng changed the subject.

She pays more attention to the emotions between Luo Xiu's father and son.

Luo Xiu was not a strict father.

If it weren't for this, Uncle Luo wouldn't have been so naughty when he was a child.

"Old man, is that so?" Peng

Peng looked curiously at the old man in the room.

Luo Xiu's Adam's apple rolled a little, and a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"My own doll, how bad can it be?" Among

his sons, the second child was indeed the most skinny when he was a child, and he was the least afraid of him.

"Don't you blame him, old man?" asked

Peng Peng cautiously.

Every choice of Uncle Rowe.

In the eyes of later generations, it is naturally a matter of correct respect.

But this may not be the case for his father Luo Xiu.

Finally, the war ended, but the opportunity for reunion was lost.

Even the most generous elders have complaints in their hearts.

"Children have their own ideas, nothing to blame.

Luo Xiu replied calmly.

Years ago, his wife and children followed him from place to place, moving as the battlefield changed.

Without giving them a stable environment, he didn't feel like a good father.

Even if the children are resentful, it is not surprising.

What did he have to blame

the children?

But the children had his blood in the end, and none of them let him down.

"Whew~"

After adjusting his emotions, Mr. He got up and walked to the camera.

He didn't dare to clench the letter hard, but it was still smooth and stretched.

Holding the letter in his hand, he smiled.

"I haven't finished reading it yet, only the last sentence is missing.

"Why don't I read it again?"

Without waiting for the other people's reactions, his emotions became a little excited, and he began to read to himself.

After "......"

finished reading the previous text, Mr. He exhaled lightly and read out the last sentence.

“...... Did you know that there are more beautiful things in the world than fireworks, which are missiles!"

In an instant, everything on the desk was connected.

The medal of the father of missiles, which was lying still, shone brightly, as if it came to life.

Teacher He cried and laughed, and a large number of tears burst out of his eyes.

"His goal is very clear, that is, to develop missiles! He wants to give us the confidence to get rid of the oppression of force!" forcibly

suppressing his trembling body, he withdrew from the range of the camera, and then wailed.

The staff member handed over the tissues in a frustrated manner.

Huang Lei hid aside and secretly wiped his tears.

After experiencing several emotional breakdowns, Mr. He's mind stabilized quickly.

He wiped away his tears with a tissue, but the redness around his eyes could not subside for the time being.

Walking in front of the camera, he said slowly,

"Aren't you discussing that era?" "

You should all know that victory in the war is inseparable from the missiles of the beautiful country."

"But what you don't know is that after that, missiles have also become our biggest threat

!" "Why do we have to go all out to guard against foreign enemies, even at the expense of delaying construction and development?"

"Because we don't have missiles, we don't have this kind of unimaginable offensive capability

!" "This was the biggest dilemma at that time, we could not form an effective counterattack, we could only build a large number of bomb shelters, and we were ready to mobilize at any time!"

It wasn't until that day that the mushroom cloud rose that we were able to put our feet on our feet and focus on other things.

"Through self-developed missiles, we have defused deterrence

!" "This is where we are today, and this is where we are today!" Huang

Lei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and added with a smile

, "Flowers, fireworks, missiles

, this is the first half of a hero's life!" "Satellites, nuclear submarines, this is the second half of a hero's life!"

Even if the old man is unwilling, I will say that his greatness is beyond my reach

!" "In front of him, I am nothing but dust!"

After saying this, he looked at the old man.

"Don't worry, old man, I won't myth him, but he is greater than us.

"We will try to learn from him and pass on his will.

Luo Xiu's expression was as usual.

He looked at Huang Xiaochu calmly, and said ruthlessly

, "Child, if you want to inherit his will, you have to eliminate your stomach first."

Huang Lei couldn't help but be surprised.

"Ahem, don't worry, old man, I'll work hard!!"

on the other side.

Recalling the magnificent flower fields outside the house, Zifeng blinked.

Only then did I realize that my eyes were wet.

Tears filled his eyes.

When I was a child, I loved beautiful things like flowers, and later I fell in love with brilliant fireworks.

If it weren't for the country he loved, in order to deal with the country's subsequent difficulties

, he would definitely become a good gardener or fireworks craftsman!

But at the moment when he perceived the future crisis

, he resolutely set his eyes on the weapons dropped by the beautiful country, and

finally said the sentence

-- "What is more gorgeous than fireworks is missiles!" Everyone

in the room thought of that high-spirited picture.

Listen to the man, in a voice that grows higher and higher, repeating over and over again.

All were infected.

They wept one after another, remembering the three mottled medals

, the blood stained on the letters, and the life of this hero.

In the solemn atmosphere, tears flowed freely.

It lasted a few minutes.

"Old man, what happened to Uncle Luo?"

Zifeng's voice was a little hoarse.

Peng Peng looked at the old man with a wistful gaze.

Teacher He and Huang Lei also focused their eyes on one place.

They understood the old man's intentions.

But they couldn't resist the curiosity of the hero in their hearts.

This is a great legend!

Being stared at by the burning gaze, Luo Xiu couldn't help but shake his head.

He understood that if he didn't want to reveal more, the dolls wouldn't even be able to sleep.

After thinking about it, a low and sonorous voice sounded.

"Nothing special after that. "

Even for me, it took a long time to learn that he was developing missiles. "

We don't see each other very often, and every time we see him, he's busy, from morning till night. "

......"

as he spoke, Luo Xiu recalled those images.

Whether it's day or night, hot summer or cold winter.

His second son always holds a roll of drawings.

Either rushing to other locations, or burying their heads in the toil.

On his body, he can no longer see the appearance of the naughty child back then.

He could only occasionally see the resolute figure when he left, when he was studying hard.

He did grow up!

to the end.

He dedicated all his time to scientific research and to everyone.

As more and more drawings were written,

medals were placed on the table at will.

His waist gradually stiffened, and the crown of his head replaced black with white.

In the end, he looked older than his father.

Before dying, he grinned and pointed to his left chest, called and said with a smile

, "There is still shrapnel left in this body, and it should not affect the body donation." "

Your body is as tough as it was back then, it seems that I have to go first, and I wish you a long life."

Luo Xiu closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

After a few seconds, he said lightly,

"...... He saw the pomp and circumstance of the present day, and he was fortunate enough to be compared to the brothers who died early. There

was silence in the room.

They were so shocked that they couldn't even care about their grief.

What a great soul was placed on those three medals!

After a long time, the people left the hut.

"I don't know where the hero is buried, but the soul must dwell in this field of flowers.

Teacher He said emotionally.

They were extremely impressed by this humble cottage.

The flower fields behind him were in full bloom, covering half of the room.

I won't forget it for the rest of my life.

I saw the general at the door puffing out his chest and patrolling around the neighborhood.

"Maybe the general knows that he is guarding the great person, so he will be so proud!" Zifeng

glanced back at the general and sighed.

When everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"Grandpa, where is the second uncle buried?" Luo

Buregret rushed to his grandfather's side and asked curiously.

Luo Xiu patted his granddaughter's head and smiled calmly,

"It's not important.

"There are many people in you, there is his shadow, and the most important thing is that. "