Chapter 461 gives history a temperature! (Seeking monthly pass)

  Li Shixin stayed in Liu Feng’s room for more than five hours.

  Following the trivial, repetitive, and lack of sequence of events, the narrative of Mr. Liu Feng. About the corner of the picture scroll to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, Li Shixin became clearer in his heart.

  Previously, he publicized the Memorial Hall of Aid Korea on Weibo, and the Ministry of Education and Propaganda. In fact, Li Shixin is not entirely touching porcelain and leaning on the old. Liu Feng's experience, as well as the words and deeds of XPO fans, actually touched him quite a bit.

  It's not so much touching as it is resentment.

  Domestic history writers have liked large-scale narratives since ancient times, and they like to focus on people who play a decisive role in historical events. But in Li Shixin's view, the temperature of a period of history is reflected in those relatively ordinary and ordinary people.

  Before the Memorial Hall of Educational Propaganda and Aid Korea, Li Shixin wasn't completely slamming his hat. He has read Chen Boshi's history textbook. The part about the war to aid Korea has too many narratives and no thoroughness at all. It is true that the meaning of the war and the sacrifices of the combatants are too small and too small.

  Several test sites, obviously can't summarize all of them.

Ordinary people are not very sensitive to numbers. Let a person remember the tragedy of a war and tell him that 10,000 people died in this battle. It is better to tell him that 10,000 mothers have lost their sons and 10,000 women have lost their husbands. Thousands of families have lost their fathers and it is even more impactful.

  The previous history is for intellectuals and elites. The brief macro narrative and the strong emphasis on key figures can arouse empathy among these people. But in the era of information explosion and entertainment supremacy, it is obviously difficult to enter the hearts of ordinary people or the new generation of historical narratives and empty historical views.

  What does this need? It is necessary to integrate the warm history into the story and into the popular culture to make an impact imperceptibly.

  Things with real temperature only exist in the memories of thousands of ordinary people like Liu Feng.

  These memories are extremely precious, but they lack communication and expression due to the low-key of the memory owner and the indifference of the mainstream.

  With the passing of time and the passing of these memory subjects, the temperature of history will inevitably become lower and lower.

  Li Shixin does not want to go into the complicated issues of education and historical outlook. If he is not in his position, he only wants to do one thing well at the moment-that is, to spread the story of Liu Feng in his own way.

  More than ten o'clock in the evening.

  Liu Feng, who recalled more than five hours, finally fell asleep because of exhaustion.

  Looking at the tossing all night and one day, the old man snored slightly, Li Shixin smiled faintly, and walked out of the room with the shorthand notebook full of words and the image of a rabbit painted in simple pictures.

Outside the door, several of Liu Feng's children, Liu Feng's grandson, and those old fans are waiting anxiously in the living room.

   Seeing Li Shixin come out, everyone immediately surrounded him.

   "Uncle Li, how is my dad?" "Shi Xinna, is Brother Feng better?" "Master Xin"

  In the face of everyone's babble, Li Shixin waved his hand gently, lowered his voice and said, "Don't yell, I just fell asleep."

  Hearing this news, everyone was relieved.

  Being able to sleep, it proves that it has improved!

  Aside, Liu Feng's grandson took a long breath.

  Li Shixin shook his head helplessly, “But it’s still incomparable with before, and he is easily emotional and crying a lot.”

   Seeing the distressed appearances of Liu Feng’s grandson and Liu’s brothers and sisters, Li Shixin smiled faintly and patted him on the shoulder, “Come a little bit. Sooner or later, I’ll get better.”

Faced with Li Shixin's relief, Liu Feng's grandson nodded with red eyes.

  In any case, Liu Feng's condition has improved, and a group of people in the family are still happy.

   Liu Jianfang, the only female player of the Liu family, wiped her tears, only to find that a group of old people had been through the night because of Liu Feng's affairs, and immediately greeted everyone not to toss about tonight and stay at home.

  Ordinarily, Liu Feng’s home is not far from Jianhong Community, and it takes only ten minutes to walk.

But on the one hand, he was worried about Liu Feng’s situation, and on the other hand, he was afraid of going back so late to disturb Zhang Ying’s rest. After a few chats between Li Shixin and Liu’s brothers and sisters, they went down to the donkey and followed Liu Feng’s grandson to the building Upper bedroom.

  A group of old fans were worried about their homes, and were driven back by Liu's brothers and sisters, and some of them stayed at Liu Feng's home.

After coaxing these old fans back to the room to sleep, Li Shixin borrowed Liu Feng's grandson's laptop and returned to his room.

   Liu Feng's participation in the Korean War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea is roughly the story of a three-house single seedling and a company’s single seedling; this single seedling has experienced five battles in the first stage of the entire Anti-US Aid Korea. Different from empty historical events, these experiences illustrate the extraordinary war from the perspective of a soldier.

  The people and things involved also made Li Shixin quite touched.

  In the quiet night, accompanied by the lamp on the desk in Liu Feng's grandson's bedroom, Li Shixin opened the word.

  A literary script based on his memory of "The Rabbit That Year That Year", adding the experience of the old man Liu Feng and Li Shixin's own works of historical science, gradually took shape.

  The other side of the city.

  Chen Yiyi's home.

  Chen Boshi, Chen Yiyi, and Su Sansan are looking at their school QQ group with bitter faces.

  In the QQ group of more than a thousand people, it was still full of jubilation towards the middle of the night.

"@柏诗大魔王, Chen Boshi, you **** traitor! First, I was a fan of Liu Xin, and then I took away Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan, the two backbones of Liu Xin's fan club. Now you are better. And openly smashed the pot of our XPO fan club with two traitors, Chen Boshi, I am at odds with you!"

"@柏诗大魔王, @苏三三, @陈依依, you three scumbags of the rice circle! Wow, yeah, the XPO fan group is super chatting, our XPO fans have no home! This fairy has been killed! Decision!"

"Knock angry, knock angry! I went to Chaohua after school to check in in the afternoon, and I found that the fan group no longer exists! I went to the forum to find out that it was the stinky old man and the three of you again! The baby first fan Liu Xin, Liu Xin was crippled by you, after the fan Huazhang, Huazhang was stinky by you, and now you have entered the pit of XPO, but you are out to make trouble again! If you have the ability, don’t leave school tomorrow at noon! Let’s fight on the playground! Wow! !"

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  Looking at the frantically refreshing news in the QQ group, watching countless private messages naming him and asking him for a crime. The three little girls in pajamas and ducks sitting on the bed looked dull.

  O(╥﹏╥)o: "It's over, we're finished with Boshi! Let's transfer, let's transfer!"

  O(╥﹏╥)o: "I can already foresee that if we go to school tomorrow, we will die a miserable transfer! We must transfer!"

  Looking at the two little friends who seemed to be mentally retarded, Chen Boshi put away his slightly open mouth.

  (﹁"﹁): "You two are mentally retarded. Old man Li has already thanked us three on Weibo. Now I am afraid that XPO fans all over the country already know the names of the three of us. Where can you transfer to another school? Go there without TV and Internet, isolated from the world, don’t you know XPO’s ravines? "

  Stimulated by Chen Boshi, Su Sansan and Chen Yiyi were desperate.

  (;Д`), (;Д`)

   "Then what should we do!?"

  O(^｀)o suck~

  (UДü〃) alas

  Sighed deeply, Chen Boshi raised his head. Amidst the tremors of the twin ponytails, her eyes moved slightly, and tears flickered faintly.

   "Let’s study like old man Li."

   "What are you learning? The soul is light!? Are you pitted?"

"Do not,"

   Facing the little friend's complaint, Chen Boshi shook his head.

  "Learn Old Man Li’s strategy. If you can’t solve the problem, then solve the problem. People who look at themselves will become their own.”

  In the shaking of the double ponytail, Chen Boshi said quietly.

   "Huh?"

  Looking at Chen Boshi's wise face, Chen Yiyi and Su Sansan's eyes widened.

   "Then how to do it?"

  Facing the inquiry from his companion, Chen Boshi took out the phone clipped on his lap, and thought about calling a number.

   "Hey, principal, are you asleep?"

   "Well, there is nothing else to do with this call, I just can't sleep."

   "Why can't you fall asleep? Oh, of course, it's because of those children who have no bottom line and no ethics. What's wrong with the children nowadays, the principal!"

  "I think that in order to avoid this kind of slippage of moral education culture and defective products of quality education among our No. 1 middle school students, it is necessary for the school to crack down on patriotism education!

If you can trust me as an outstanding student, a member of the Youth League, and the captain of the Sandaogang team, then this matter will be called by you. I will organize the students to say that students are spontaneous and reflect the moral education achievements of our No. 1 Middle School. You What do you say"

  (End of this chapter)