It was a midsummer afternoon.
There had been a shower in the morning, but now the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining brightly.
Although the ruins left by the bombings in the past few years can still be seen everywhere on both sides of the road, the shadow of the long-lasting war haze has disappeared from people's faces.
There may be many other difficulties and dissatisfactions in life, but just like the lush vegetation that can be seen everywhere emerging from the ruins on the roadside, as long as there is rain, there will be a prosperous scene everywhere.
On a flat ground leading to the Lianda University campus, bursts of laughter were heard in the wind.
A dozen children are playing football here.
The ground was pitted and muddy, with accumulated rainwater.
The ball was stuffed with straw and torn cotton wool, and I begged my grandmother to sew it up with cowhide.
The goal is built with stones and bamboo poles.
The children were all dressed in rags and had no shoes on their feet.
But everyone is so happy.
They were barefoot, leaving footprints one by one on the muddy ground, fighting for the ball, trying hard to kick it towards the goal, and bursting out with bursts of cheerful laughter.
A car drove along the road from far to near, and finally stopped on the side of the road.
Several people got out of the car, including men and women.
In the middle was a pair of people traveling together, who looked like a couple.
The man was handsome and the wife was young and beautiful.
The two of them seemed to be the central figures, very conspicuous, while listening.
The person next to me was introducing something and walking towards this side.
After so many years, the local children living nearby all know that in this school, many gentlemen wear old washed clothes every day.
Before the war, they lived in big houses in big cities and took cars, and were respected.
Decent people.
Later, because of the war outside, they brought their students here.
Now that the war is over and the invaders have been driven away, I heard that after this summer vacation, the teachers and students in this school will also leave and return to their original places.
Last week, the school started to have a holiday.
Many people left happily, and the area around the school became more and more deserted.
The adults were very reluctant to leave.
Children are even more like this.
Those gentlemen were not only full of knowledge, but also very kind to them.
Let their parents send them to school.
When they meet them on the road, they will tell them all kinds of interesting stories they have never heard of before and encourage them to be useful people when they grow up.
Even the game they like was taught to them by the teachers at school.
There is a name called football.
Many people around the world play it.
It is a manly sport.
The children stopped fighting for the ball and stared at the figures for a moment.
When they saw them walking towards the school, they dispersed and continued to kick their own balls.
A boy controlled the ball from his partner's feet, flexibly turned left and right, stopped, and shot toward the goal in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the ball was wet and slippery, and he had no shoes on his feet, so it went in the wrong direction.
The ball flew towards the back of the man in front and hit the calf of his left leg.
As if it hit something hard, with a bang, the ball bounced out and fell into a puddle on the side of the road.
It spun around a few times and stopped.
The group stopped.
The man turned slowly.
This is a handsome man, with a strong figure and a serious face, wearing a crisp uniform.
Even though there has been such a school here in the past few years, in the six months after the war, the children nearby often saw people who were officials from outside coming in and out of the school, but when they saw someone as elegant as this adult, Character, but still the first time.
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His trousers were stained by the muddy ball.
The sharp-eyed child could see clearly that when the ball hit his leg, it pulled up his pants.
Under his trousers, it was actually empty, revealing something that looked like iron with a cold metallic light.
Everyone was frozen in place, looking at the serious-faced man who turned around, with a look of fear in his eyes, staring at his leg, not daring to be angry, let alone running over to pick up the ball. .
The surrounding area became quiet for a moment.
The secretary-general of the city government who was leading the way was shocked when he saw this.
He immediately scolded these urchins and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
With a smile on his face, he went up to wipe the dirty water on his pants with his own hands, saying repeatedly: " Mr.
Feng, I'm really sorry that although the General Assembly has been running schools here for many years, the place was originally too isolated and the folk customs were vulgar.
These children are even more naughty.
How could I know that Ninth Young Master has made great contributions to the country?
Don't be offended.
I'll forgive you. clean" He said and bent down.
Meng Lanting glanced at Feng Kezhi.
He had already stepped to the edge of the puddle, stretched out his right foot, hooked the ball back, stopped it firmly on the ground, raised his foot, paused, then changed it to his left leg, assessed it, and then flew out With one kick, he kicked the ball back.
"Bang" sound.
The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, flew into the frame without any bias.
"It's okay.
You can continue playing.
In two days, I will ask someone to send you a new football."
After the ball landed, he smiled at the group of children and said something.
Only then did the children react, cheering in surprise, jumping for joy, and bowing to him repeatedly.
"Thank you sir, thank you sir" The boy who had kicked the ball by mistake bowed and shouted loudly.
Feng Kezhi turned around and continued walking forward with steady steps.
"Not only is Mrs.
Feng and the Ninth Young Master a true hero, but his magnanimity is unprecedented and unprecedented.
I am deeply moved and admired beyond measure."
Upon seeing this, the secretary-general breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed, flattering in a low voice the dignified and beautiful Mrs.
Feng who seemed more approachable.
Meng Lanting glanced at her husband's back and smiled: "Thank you for leading the way today and wasting your time."
"I am extremely honored to be able to do whatever I can for Mr.
Feng and his wife.
Mr.
Zhou lives not far ahead and will be there soon."
"Here we are, right there, the third room from the left."
Meng Lanting and Feng Kezhi were brought to a row of bungalows and stopped.
This is a row of low bungalows built with bamboo fences and yellow mud walls.
The roofs are covered with iron sheets.
It looks like there are seven or eight families living there.
There is a vegetable garden in front of them, where various vegetables are grown.
More than a dozen reed chickens burrow in and out between the vegetable beds surrounded by bamboo fences, trying hard to get in and peck at the fresh vegetable leaves.
"Lao Zhou, don't just write your book.
Lao Lin left two days ago, and Lao Wang and the others also left.
If you don't run around and ask someone to find a seat, we will really have to live here for the rest of our lives."
A lady wearing a white washed indan cloth cheongsam held a handful of vegetables in her hand, turned her back to this side, and while driving the reed chickens into the vegetable garden, she shouted in the direction of the house.
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"Why are you urging me?
There are still a few months.
Take your time."
A slow, unhurried voice came from the room.
"If I don't urge you, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back next year.
Forget it.
I'm too lazy to tell you.
It's too expensive for me to ask the ticket dealer tomorrow.
I'll catch all the chickens and sell them at the market.
Then we can make up for the rest.
It should be almost done.”
Meng Lanting and Feng Kezhi looked at each other and smiled.
After all these years, the relationship between Professor Zhou and Mrs.
Zhou is still as familiar as in memory.
"Mrs.
Zhou's distinguished guest has arrived.
Who will come to see you?"
The secretary-general ran up and shouted with a smile on his face.
Mrs.
Zhou immediately stopped complaining about her dissatisfaction with her husband, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the beautiful couple standing there not far behind her.
She was stunned and did not dare to recognize them for a moment.
"aunt" Meng Lanting ran towards her with a smile, got in front of Mrs.
Zhou, and hugged her thin shoulders.
"Aunt, are you and uncle okay?"
This short sentence was so emotional that I couldn't help it, and my eyes were already slightly red.
Only then did Mrs.
Zhou come back to her senses.
She let out a "yeah" sound, dropped the dish in her hand to the ground, and hugged Meng Lanting tightly with a backhand, shedding tears and joy at the same time.
"It's good, we're all good, we're all good" "Old Zhou, Old Zhou, come out quickly.
Look who's coming."
She calmed down, turned her head, and shouted loudly into the room.
"It's Young Master Feng and Lan Ting, they're here to see you."
There was a sound of footsteps in the room.
Meng Lanting looked up and saw Professor Zhou appearing in the door.
He was still wearing the same old robe as in his memory, with a clear face and a smile, but his hair was mixed with more Chinese hair.
"Uncle Zhou" Feng Kezhi walked up quickly, stretched out his hand, and held Professor Zhou's hands respectfully.
"When times are tough, you teach and educate people and write books.
You are the soul of the nation and a role model for people of the time.
Uncle, don't be surprised if Ke Zhi comes to visit today."
Like Mrs.
Zhou, Professor Zhou was also pleasantly surprised.
He smiled and shook his hand vigorously.
"Kezhi, don't be polite.
You are a famous general in the Anti-Japanese War.
It is said that Xingluoyeyuan is full of demons, and the Linge of the Han family is waiting for heroes.
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It is only because of heroes like you who are not afraid of sacrifice that we can continue our work in the back.
It’s not too late to thank you, why should I blame you?”
"Go in and sit down.
Sit down and speak slowly.
I'll order some food and drinks.
Mr.
Feng, you and Professor Zhou are reunited after a long absence.
Let's have a nice drink."
The secretary-general was like a master, busy greeting people from the side.
Mrs.
Zhou was reminded, hurriedly wiped away her tears, happily let Meng Lanting and Feng Kezhi in, looked her up and down, and said, "Lanting, you are thinner than before.
I will kill an old hen to replenish your body."
That night, the Zhou family's house was brightly lit.
Xi Songzhou, who had not yet left, and several couples who lived nearby who also taught at the United Nations University heard the news and came to accompany the guests.
There was laughter and laughter at the dinner table.
After dinner, the men continued talking in the outer room, while Meng Lanting and Mrs.
Zhou chatted in the room.
"Auntie, Kezhi and I are going back to Nanjing.
We passed by here.
In addition to visiting you and uncle, we also considered that soon after the war, many Chinese people are busy migrating back home, and transportation is difficult.
We are afraid that it will be inconvenient for you to return home.
Kezhi A train has been booked with the local transportation bureau specifically to transport teachers and students from the United Nations.
The secretary-general who is coming with us today will follow up on this matter.
Auntie, you can inform the stranded colleagues and students to be ready when the train arrives.
Stop, get on the bus and go.”
Mrs.
Zhou was overjoyed and thanked her profusely: "That's great, great, thank you for your thoughtfulness.
To tell you the truth, I bought the tickets two months ago.
I didn't say that I couldn't buy the tickets, and I saw the sky and the earth in front of me."
Increase the price.
This will be more convenient.
Thank you so much, Lanting."
Meng Lanting smiled and said: "It's good if I can help.
It's just a small effort.
It's really not easy for you these years.
Kezhi and I admire you very much."
After Mrs.
Zhou was overjoyed, her eyes fell on Meng Lanting's belly.
She glanced at her for a few times, then looked at her face, and said in a low voice: "Lanting, are you pregnant?
I specially made braised fish at night.
I remember you."
I used to like it.
I just felt uncomfortable after taking a bite.
If there weren't so many people at the table, I think you'd look the same as when I was pregnant with my first child."
Meng Lanting's heart felt slightly warm.
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In the past few years since returning to China, she has lived in Chongqing, focusing on her own affairs, while he has also led the troops to fight.
It is a pity that the two of them have never had children.
Looking back now, it should have been a few months ago when she was taking care of Feng Kezhi's body that fate finally came.
Their child was quietly conceived in her body at the most appropriate time.
It is really a very well-behaved baby.
From the first day it arrived, it stayed with her obediently and never caused her any discomfort.
Because before, she was focused on Feng Kezhi's postoperative rehabilitation training and did not pay attention to the delay of menstruation.
If it hadn't been for the fact that she felt a little uncomfortable smelling fishy smell a few days ago, and finally thought of menstruation, she would probably still be in a daze and not notice it.
She nodded slightly: "Probably so."
"That's great, Mr.
Feng, do you know?"
Meng Lanting shook his head: "I only had doubts a few days ago.
He doesn't know.
I was planning to tell him."
"Hurry up, hurry up.
Mr.
Feng will be very happy when he finds out."
Mrs.
Zhou urged, extremely happy.
"You have already seen me and Lao Zhou.
Don't stay here anymore.
Go back to Nanjing and tell Mr.
Feng's family the good news so that they will be happy too.
You can rest assured to raise your baby.
I'm waiting to be your grandma."
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Zhou held Meng Lanting's hand and said with a smile. gd1806102: