Qing'er squeezed to the front and hugged her grandfather and said, "Grandpa, is it my turn to give gifts?"
Grandpa smiled and picked up Qing'er: "It's your turn, what gift do you want to give to my great-grandpa?"
Qing'er struggled to climb down from her grandfather, ran to the piano, and played Beethoven's Ode to Joy for her grandfather.
She has practiced this piece of music many times at home, with smooth voice and skillful fingering.
Everyone present applauded her. It was not easy to play like this at such a young age.
Among the guests today was Cheng Xiang’s childhood piano teacher, Teacher Lu Jinyu. She walked up to Cheng Xiang and said, “I have long heard from your grandma that you have accepted a disciple.”
"Teacher Lu, how are you? Can you play well?" Cheng said as if he wanted to present a treasure.
"Hmph" Teacher Lu snorted: "Not bad, better than you." Then he whispered: "You won't be able to teach her anymore."
Cheng thought: "..." Everyone said this. It seems that it is almost impossible to teach.
"Then, how about you come to teach?" Teacher Lu retired from the National Opera House. If she can accept Qing'er as a student, Qing'er's future will be extraordinary: "You can also hear that this child is very good." Qualified, I’ve never seen anyone with such great pitch.”
Teacher Lu looked at Cheng quietly and thought, "I'm getting older and I don't want to bother teaching students anymore."
Cheng Xiang vaguely remembered that this teacher Lu was not only an excellent piano player, but also a foodie. She leaned over and said softly: "This season, the seabass soup is very delicious."
Teacher Lu rolled his eyes: "Take your children to my house another day and I will test it myself."
"Okay" Cheng Xiang snickered.
After Qing'er finished playing the piano, she was hugged and praised by her grandfather.
At this time, Zhou Tianxing stepped forward, handed the box over, and said shyly: "Grandpa, I made this myself. I hope you like it."
Grandpa took the box with surprise on his face, opened it, and exclaimed: "Oh, it's beautiful. Did you carve this yourself?"
Inside the box was a wood-carved soldier, dressed in military uniform, with a gun clip on his waist. He had one hand on his hip and the other pointing forward. He looked majestic and looked like he was pointing the country.
An old friend next to him praised: "Lao Jiang, this carving is very reminiscent of your youth, arrogant and domineering."
Grandpa took it and looked at it from left to right: "I like it, I like it, Tianxing, thank you, I will keep it well."
Tian Xing pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.
"It's my turn, it's my turn" Zhou Yang squeezed over with his bag in hand.
He walked over, pulled his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, please sit down."
Although grandpa was confused, he still listened to his instructions and sat upright.
At this time, Zhou Yang dug out of his bag and took out a bunch of red eggs.
Everyone present looked at him blankly.
Zhou Yang said seriously: "Grandpa, I want to eat red eggs for my birthday. Is there anyone who can cook them for you?"
Grandpa shook his head: "No one really cooks it for me."
Zhou Yang said clearly: "I know that you can eat big fish and meat at any time, but you can only eat red eggs on your birthday."
Grandpa also responded to him seriously: "Yes, you are right. Thank you for the red eggs."
Everyone smiled knowingly, and the child seemed to understand.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yang picked up a red egg and rolled it back and forth on his grandfather in a serious manner, while chanting: "Roll the egg, roll the disaster away, roll the bad luck away, roll the good luck, come the roll of health, Happy and contented.”
After this operation, everyone was stunned. This child was not only thoughtful, but also pronounced these words very thoughtfully.
Grandpa even had red eyes and said with some choking, "When I was a child, my mother rolled over for me."
Everyone present was sighing and a little moved, when everyone thought the ceremony was over.
Zhou Yang took the red egg and knocked it on his grandfather's forehead.
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and Zhou Tianlei and Cheng Xiang were startled. This naughty boy, please don't act like a monster.
In everyone's surprise, Zhou Yang said loudly: "Okay, I'm enlightened, I'm smart."
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into laughter.
Grandpa laughed and patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder: "You can do it, brat."
Before the laughter subsided, a hoarse and deep voice came from behind the crowd: "Chief."
Everyone turned around and saw a man with a vicissitudes of life.
The man was wearing an old green military uniform, but the left sleeve and right trouser leg were empty, and the empty sleeves swayed when the wind blew.
Grandpa frowned, squinted his eyes, and looked at the man carefully.
He stood up shakily and took two quick steps forward, his eyes flashing with panic and surprise.
Grandpa stood in front of the man and said in a trembling voice: "You, are you, Xiao Xiangzi?"
The man nodded: "I am Xiao Xiangzi, chief. Xiao Xiangzi is here to see you."
The man stood firm with difficulty and gave his grandfather a military salute.
Grandpa hugged little Xiangzi. A man as strong as steel, his voice was sobbing: "Little Xiangzi, I thought I would never see you again in this life. You, you, where have you been hiding? "
Everyone present was moved by this scene.
Grandpa pulled Xiao Xiangzi to sit on the sofa, and picked up his sleeve with trembling hands: "Is this the injury he suffered that time?"
Xiao Xiangzi pursed his lips and smiled: "Hey, at that time you always said that I was as agile as Monkey King. That time Monkey King failed to fly and the Yankee's bomb missed the target."
Xiao Xiangzi said it in an understatement, but the living stumps all told the tragedy of the time.
"Where did you go? I've been looking for you for a long time." Grandpa said earnestly.
"Later I was sent back to China and stayed in a hospital for half a year. I couldn't carry a gun and fight in this condition. I didn't want to be a burden to the army, so I applied for reinstatement. All my relatives in my hometown were dead, and I didn't want to go back to my hometown. Okay. At..." Xiao Xiangzi's face turned pale: "Fortunately, before I went to North Korea, that person didn't dislike me and took me back to her hometown. There are several acres of land there, and we are there. Settled down.”
Grandpa nodded heavily: "When you meet a good woman, treat her well."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled and said: "I have a good life. I met a good leader when I was a soldier, and I met a good woman when I returned home. I am satisfied."
"Do you have any children?" Grandpa asked again.
"I have one son and two daughters," Xiao Xiangzi replied with a smile.
"Okay, okay." Grandpa held Xiao Xiangzi's hand tightly. He felt a little relieved to hear him say these words, and then asked strangely: "Why did you come here?"
Xiao Xiangzi said: "It's Xiao Jiang. He doesn't know where he got the news. He found me and told me that you have been looking for me and hope that I will come to meet you."
Grandpa looked up at Jiang Yi and nodded, his eyes full of relief and gratitude.
Then he said to Xiao Xiangzi: "Is there anything you need my help with? If there is anything you want to do, please tell me."
Grandpa desperately hopes to make amends with his old friend.
After Xiao Xiangzi hesitated for a moment, he smiled boldly and said, "I really have one wish. I want to go to the 38th line again."
There was a moment of silence, and everyone burst into laughter.
Grandpa patted Xiao Xiangzi on the shoulder. An old man in his seventies said to a man in his fifties, "You brat, you have the guts."
