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It’s still the most fun to send emails with friends.

Su Xiangli posted a selfie, with an epoxy pendant hanging on Bai Shengsheng's neck, Lu Zhengkang frowned, and he was still better as a desk decoration.

Qiu Qiongzhu said that the pony is very beautiful.Lu Zhengkang: This is called deer.

Zhang Yingxuan: This thing is so fun:-) Lu Zhengkang: Just like it (children are so coaxing).

The bedroom door was knocked suddenly, and Lu Zhengkang hid the phone under the pillow and covered the quilt to pretend to sleep.

Sun Hui walked in and turned on the light. The bright light shined through Lu Zhengkang's eyelids, which was pale red.

Sitting on the head of the bed, the mother gently stroked Lu Zhengkang's face with her fingers, "Asleep?"

"Yes." Lu Zhengkang replied subconsciously.

"Puff ha ha ha!" Sun Hui smiled and bent over, her broad white forehead pressed against Lu Zhengkang's forehead. His mother's breathing was hot, reminding Lu Zhengkang of the noon breeze when he was in Zhongshan Park.

"You don't need to listen to your uncle, he is different from us, you worked hard enough. Huh? Did you hear?"

"No—heard!" Lu Zhengkang was itchy cheeks by the heat from Sun Hui's mouth. He chuckled, twisted his body, and shook his head left and right.

"Oh, squeak..." Sun Hui went to scratch his son's armpits, with a funny voice in his mouth, scared Lu Zhengkang's eyes wide, and angrily got under the covers.

"Come out. Mom won't tickle you."

"I do not believe--"

"Haha, Kangkang goes to bed early, mother is gone, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Preserved egg porridge."

"Row."

When the mother left, the sensor light went out automatically.

The bright moonlight outside and the gorgeous glow of the city's fireworks projected in from the windows, diagonally illuminating the foot of the small bed.

Lu Zhengkang got his head out of the bed.

He heard...

The roar of empty rail trains in the clouds.

It's like floating in a dream.

Chapter 407 Cemetery

The next day, the kindergarten did not have classes, but there were activities. In the morning there was a memorial service for September 18th, and in the afternoon we visited the Martyrs Cemetery.

At 9:18 in the morning, the air defense sirens sounded, and the children stood on the playground, watching the red flag descending to the middle of the flagpole.

Today, before going out, Lu Zhengkang told him the temperature very intimately. Today is 17 degrees Celsius, overcast, and wearing a coat with red and white stripes is still a bit cold. The humidity is 98%. If nothing unexpected happens, it is. Rainy.

The air defense alarm alarmed the birds living in the green belt of the city. They glide along the dimly sunny clouds in the cool autumn wind. The children stood in a group and bowed their heads, but some curious babies would always turn their heads. Looking to the sky.

On the horizon, the undulating walls of the city's high-rise siege are like clusters of jagged moss sprouts. Flying birds and birds swim between the universe and the duckweed in the urban jungle.The high-pitched siren in the horn was Shepard's tune, and it really looked like a blood-cry bird, a soulless singer, which made people constantly frightened.

In the depressed tone and stern tone, the world is like a jelly melted by pickling liquid, like a painter’s pen pool. In the turbid and colorful currents, children stand on the island surrounded by the shoulders of their grandparents. You can look around, but you have to look down for a few days, the bones of the ancestors.

Zhang Yingxuan's face was sullen, tears kept dripping.

Su Xiangli looked at him at a loss.

Qiu Qiongzhu was peeking at a black crow on the camphor tree in the corner of the playground.

Lu Zhengkang was standing, with no extra actions, and his mind was empty, without any extra thoughts.

The teachers stood in front of the national flag stand with their heads down, and the school leaders stood on the podium with their heads down.

Regardless of whether it is true or unintentional, bow your head, it looks like a statue.

...

When heading to the Martyrs Cemetery, more than 80 children from the school took the bus together. Lu Zhengkang’s favorite mode of transportation. He enjoyed leaning his head on the shaking windowpane and looking at the scenery outside, but that’s the past, now The car is very stable, but the city scenery is the same, not very attractive.

Lu Zhengkang still remembers the scenery along the road between the suburbs, under the half-cloudy and half-clear sky, the large paddy fields, the electric poles on the roadside, six or seven electric wires, the car drove along the roadside, and the concrete road. Suddenly flying backwards, the non-slip stripes are mixed, and the wire strips move up and down in the field of vision...

Lu Zhengkang is a little concerned about the emotional state of Teacher Wang Shuonian. Does the Mid-Autumn Festival congratulation letter make a good impression on the beautiful woman?He looked forward, and the two of them were sitting quite far away. Could it be that the letter was too implicit?In other words, why should I pay attention to the emotional life of an adult?

How to put it, this is life.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the back of his front seat. It was dirty and stained with some suspicious stains. Was it the nasal secretions left by the extremities of the former passenger sitting in his seat?Or just drink stains, food soup?The sanitary condition on the bus is indeed worse than other means of transportation. Who would ride such a bus?Senior tourist group?

Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt great frustration and depression. It was an unhappy day, no matter what.

However, Zhang Yingxuan seemed to be even more sad. His father was a very patriotic person. Again, he had a family background, and he was able to empathize with the sufferings of history at a young age. This is actually quite remarkable. Heartless little boys account for more than 98%, while adults are more numb.

Student Zhang Yingxuan couldn't help but cried.

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

There are one or two and there are three, and after a while, there is a cry in the car, and the bus becomes a mourning hall.

The teachers were battered, and the driver comrades sullen the steering wheel.

Lu Zhengkang laughed suddenly.

Qiu Qiongzhu was also laughing.

Some children didn't know why they were crying, they just yelled with everyone, and now they saw someone laughing, they immediately became happy again.

In the changing scene of crying and laughing, Zhang Yingxuan is the hardest child, sweating, tears rippling, when everyone is laughing, only him is sad and distressing.

...

Su Xiangli recorded Zhang Yingxuan's misery, and the four of them gathered to watch the video while queuing outside the Martyrs Cemetery.

Lu Zhengkang smiled mercilessly, Su Xiangli smiled tremblingly, the video became a ball, Qiu Qiongzhu squinted Zhang Yingxuan to death, the little boy's face flushed, a little angry.

"stop looking!"

"Good, good, look at it for a while."

They laughed and laughed together, until the team started, how many schools can a martyrs cemetery squeeze into?The answer is six.

Two kindergartens, one elementary school, and three junior high schools.

It is true that the number of schools in each school is small, but the number of teachers and students in the six schools is no longer a small number.