On the early summer night of June, a crooked moon hangs high in the sky, and the hotel halfway up the mountain is shrouded in mysterious golden moonlight, quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, a few mosquitoes were playing and playing, and they flew away in a flash.
First, the son became the heel of the glasses man.
When I woke up again, I thought the car was parked in the parking lot of the Battle of the Crossing River Memorial Hall, and not far away was the Battle of the Crossing River Memorial Hall.
The leader of the car took the rest of us to the entrance and gave us free time to visit.
I took the child's hand and walked down the entrance into the museum, the glasses man behind us, and in front of us was a family of two with their little princess.
For us moderns, war is foreign. Especially for twelve- and thirteen-year-old children, they do not know much about modern history, and they cannot see any true historical significance except looking at guns.
As she walked, the princess girl suddenly lost her temper, and she said to her parents, what is there to look at, it is not interesting. She wanted to go back.
At this time we were gathered in front of a small boat, with sandbags piled on the bow and machine guns on it, and PLA soldiers with steel guns in hand staring ahead. On the stern, a girl with big pigtails is struggling to shake the bridge.
The glasses man looked at the girl and asked, little sister, do you know who this girl is? The girl glared at the glasses man.
The glasses man did not care about her gaze, but continued to say that this girl was the hero of the Battle of the River Crossing that year, and had been specially invited to Beijing.
When the glasses man said this, he immediately attracted the attention of the princess girl, and she turned her head to the glasses man.
The glasses man went on to say that the girl at the back of the boat was called Yan Hongying, who was only 20 years old at the time, and was escorting the People's Liberation Army across the river in the rain of bullets and bullets, and was a brave girl. The heroine should be eighty or ninety years old by now.
This small wooden boat is the treasure of the town hall. You see there is a canvas on it, and this kind of boat was called a sailboat in those days. At that time, the People's Liberation Army relied on this kind of sailing ship to cross the Yangtze River and liberate all of China!
Later, after searching in many ways, I found the "big braid girl", because the people in the village did not know that she was a hero in the battle of crossing the river.
When she was reconnoitring the enemy with the People's Liberation Army on a punting boat, she was suddenly bombed by enemy aircraft, and the shell exploded near the ship, and the shrapnel crossed her cheek. But leaving permanent scars on the face, tremors in the ears, severe loss of hearing ...
Everywhere I went, the glasses man could tell a lot of knowledge, and some knowledge I had never heard of. Including the Anhui Hall of Fame later, he studied almost every one of them, and even told many interesting stories about celebrities.
The princess girl was also not irritable, and showed great interest throughout the tour.
Especially my son, who usually likes to read books about history, is simply a five-body worship of the glasses man, and soon became the glasses man's heel.
Soon they became good friends.
Second, special arrangements, everything is a coincidence.
At the end of the first day of the tour, we were arranged to stay in a hotel on the mountainside of Dashu Mountain, saying that we were going to go to the mountain early tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise, and it would be convenient to climb the mountain.
I was a little surprised when I heard the news, I only knew that there were people watching the sunrise in Huangshan And some in Taishan. I really haven't heard of the sunrise in the Great Shu Mountains. Maybe there are new discoveries, let's wait and see!
The tour group is also enough to deduct, and the accommodation arranged is a double room. Men and women live separately, men and women are not allowed to live together, and my son and I are not allowed to sleep in the same room.
For this matter, the old couple also quarreled with the team leader and finally had to be separated.
Perhaps by coincidence, this seventy-year-old lady shared a room with me. I was thinking about which grandfather my son lived with, but I didn't expect that my son had already discussed with the glasses man, and they lived together.
After dinner, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. I went upstairs to my son's room and arranged it for him. Just get ready to go back to your room and rest.
When I went back, grandpa was chatting with the old lady in my room, and I couldn't say a word. But I heard a secret, it turned out that I thought that the old couple was not a real couple.
The two old men did not hurry to talk, I waited for more than an hour, and the old man had no intention of leaving. I'm not sleeping, and I'm not sitting there.
I suddenly thought of my son, who has never left me since he was born. I think this guy suddenly left me to sleep today.
I put on my pajamas, said hello to the two old men, and went upstairs to my son's room to have a look.
Upstairs, the door of the room where my son slept was not locked, I knocked twice, no one answered, I pushed the door and entered the room, my son was already sleeping in bed with some snoring.
Third, tonight the breeze blows.
The man in glasses was sitting on the balcony looking out the window, the moon hanging high in the night sky, and his back was printed on the glass behind him.
He looked back and saw me coming in, and we were staring at each other. I felt a little embarrassed and was about to wave my hand away. He was beckoning me to the balcony, and I walked unsuspectingly to the balcony.
In the middle of the balcony is a round glass table flanked by two chairs. He motioned for me to sit in a chair, and he sat across the table.
The moonlight is gentle, and the bright moonlight sprinkles all over the balcony, and when we look at each other, we will smile heartily.
Then there was a long silence, and the silence could hear the other person's heartbeat.
Seriously, after getting married, I haven't enjoyed this quiet time so much alone with any man, and picking up my children from work all day occupies all the time of my life.
My husband is a polytechnic man who is not very expressive, plus he has some personal special reasons.
Don't say create romance in life, live out the mood of life, is to pull his hand, he feels disgusted.
The moonlight was like running water, enveloping us in a small space, and only the sound of breathing on both sides could be heard.
We look at the moon in the sky, the moon sky is really beautiful, the beauty is crystal clear. I don't know how long later, we all turned our heads to look at each other, maybe at this time silence is better than sound.
He stood up and walked around the table with a warm hand on my shoulder. And I didn't have the intention of refusing, and seemed to have lost the strength to resist.
The coolness of the summer night gradually struck, a breeze blew through my white nightgown, and I subconsciously covered my chest with my hands.
He looked at the sleeping children in the room, and then asked me in a provocative tone, "Shall we go down there?"
I don't know if I should refuse, but my body is up from my chair!