Chapter 689: Photo with Gifted Words 2

While Feng Qingxue and Wang Fengqiao were chatting and laughing at home, the old leader was also greeting Lu Zhiyuan and Wang Zhengguo cordially.

Wang Zhengguo was so excited that he couldn't help stammering when answering.

The old leader joked, "No wonder you are Xi Bao's great uncle, look how similar your tone of voice is!"

Xibao is young and started to speak relatively late. Now he cannot speak in long sentences and only speaks two or three words at a time. If he speaks too long, he will stutter and speak in a disjointed manner.

Wang Zhengguo never expected that the old leader would be so approachable and humorous. He felt relieved and said, "I dare not compare myself with Xibao."

"Ah?" Xi Bao looked puzzled.

The old leader touched his little head and said, "Eat your fruit. Grandpa is talking to your grandfather and uncle."

"Oh!" Xi Bao continued to bury his head in the bowl, waving the fork to poke the apple inside, and swallowed it in one gulp. It was Secretary Tang who poured the canned food into the bowl so that he could eat it himself.

The old leader looked at Father Lu and said, "Comrade Lu Zhiyuan, we have known each other for a long time and we finally meet today."

Father Lu smiled and said, "We have looked up to the old leader for a long time. If the old leader had not been so approachable and always remembered some small things in the past, how could we have had the opportunity to meet the old leader? Xi Bao has caused trouble to you these days."

"This kid is very smart and cute. He brings us laughter. How can he be a trouble? No matter what, as your grandson, he is also a small creditor of the country!" The old leader glanced at Xi Bao, then turned his gaze to the thin but gentle and open-minded old man in front of him, and said seriously: "Devote oneself to the country, not the size of the effort, everyone who contributes has merit. Comrade Lu donated money and materials to support the war of resistance. How can it be a small matter?"

Hearing this, Father Lu said seriously, "Old leader, you are too kind. Money and property are just external things. Although they embody the hard work of our ancestors and fellow countrymen, they are ultimately not as valuable as the heroic resistance of the old leader in leading the army and the people. It is the price paid by countless heroes and martyrs for today's prosperity and peace. Didn't the atomic bomb explode last month? The news in the newspapers was overwhelming. An atomic bomb has added a powerful weapon to our country, and we will no longer be humiliated by the powers. Without the support of the country, how can those technicians conduct research safely?"

At this point, he smiled slightly, "Country, country, there is no home without a country. If the old leader has the opportunity, he should really visit us and listen to the people's heartfelt gratitude and respect. We all survived the war years and crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, so we especially cherish the current peace. The prosperous and peaceful times are so hard-won! Old leader, our family and our fellow countrymen are all under your glory, so we don't have to live in an atmosphere of paranoia. How can we regard ourselves as the country's creditors? Xibao is young and ignorant, and we must not always say that we are the little creditor in front of him and let him think that the country really owes him. If we say we owe a debt, it is not that the country owes us, but that we owe the country, and we owe the country for saving our lives."

The old leader was very moved and patted Lu Zhiyuan on the shoulder. "Little Xibao has good family education. I know that without the teachings of the elders, there would be no Xibao who is so lovable now!"

(End of this chapter)