Chapter 1744 Red Plaid Skirt 3
Then several old seniors with gray hair and beard came over, looking energetic and strong.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue quickly stood up and offered their seats to him, with a very respectful attitude. Both of them were important veteran revolutionaries.
Feng Qingxue did not continue dancing with Lu Jiang, but listened to the old people talking. They took the opportunity of the previous topic to talk about Gu Datou and other heroes who sacrificed their lives, including the various difficulties encountered and solutions during the War of Resistance, etc. They also mentioned several famous battles in history and the hardships of climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands. Many of them are unknown, and Feng Qingxue listened with great interest.
She feels that the sacrifices made by predecessors should be remembered by future generations.
Seeing that she was interested in the past, several old seniors spoke more enthusiastically, because children born in peaceful and prosperous times have never suffered from war and exploitation and oppression. More and more children have lost interest in the history before the founding of the People's Republic of China and are unwilling to listen to it.
Feng Qingxue kept it in mind silently, and suddenly felt that it was really lucky to live in such a peaceful and prosperous era.
As the dance was coming to an end, the elderly people who met Feng Qingxue for the first time smiled and said, "Little girl, you are very good. Come to Yuquan Mountain to visit us when you have time. We have thousands of stories to tell you!"
"Don't bother me, don't bother me. We live in a nursing home and have nothing to do. It would be lonely if no one were to talk to us."
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"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" Feng Qingxue blinked.
Feng Qingxue said respectfully: "I will definitely come to visit you if I have the chance. I hope you don't mind me bothering you."
Lu Jiang chuckled, "Maybe I was too busy to remember."
Most of these elderly people live in the sanatorium in Yuquan Mountain after retirement. Luo Cheng is also there. He came here today just to join in the fun. Feng Qingxue is extremely grateful for her presence today and the opportunity to meet these old revolutionaries.
In fact, as a beneficiary, he felt that there was no need to publicize it. The current situation was still unstable and there were many people who were jealous. The most important thing was that he mainly consulted the senior predecessors on military issues and must not let the secrets leak out, including to his wife.
Sitting in the jeep on the way back, Feng Qingxue held Lu Jiang's arm and said, "The skills, knowledge, and experience of the old revolutionaries are far beyond our reach. If you have time, go visit one or two of them. I want to hear their stories and record them for future generations to learn from. You can also ask them for advice. There is only benefit and no harm."
Feng Qingxue gave him a white look, her eyes sparkling and shining.
How lucky I am to meet them and hear their stories.
Lu Jiang stroked her hair and said, "I understand what you mean. I have been to the capital quite often this year and have been to Yuquan Mountain a few times. Marshal Wang took me to visit them and I learned a lot of things I didn't know from them."
Unfortunately, it was already midnight when I got back to my residence. I was tired after a whole day, so I could only pack up and go to bed.
When Feng Qingxue woke up the next day, Lu Jiang was no longer by her pillow. She ate the breakfast he prepared as usual, washed the clothes and hung them up, then walked slowly to Jiang's house. Before entering the house, she planned to tell her family about her plan to go back, and asked them if they would stay at Jiang's house for a few days and then go back with Lu Jiang. After entering the house, she ran straight to her daughter.
"Fubao, why are your eyes red?" It doesn't look like a mosquito bite.
Seeing his mother coming, Fubao threw himself into her arms, hugged her waist, rubbed her, and said nothing.
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