Daddy Academy

Chapter 3351 We do not spread hatred, but we must remember history.

Chapter 3351 We do not spread hatred, but we must remember history.

P.S.: This is a recap of last night's post. I was too tired last night and fell asleep.

As soon as Xiaobai said "but", Liuliu jumped up and said, "But! It's always 'but'!! Little Flower, stop talking!"

Look, even a carefree child like Liuliu can't stand it. Why is Xiaohuahua causing so much trouble? She's going to make Xiaodong die!

Xiao Bai rolled her eyes at her and said, "Even though you don't want to hear it, this is the true history. Otherwise, tell me, where did those soldiers who fought across the Yalu River come from? If you don't go and I don't go, then who will protect the country?"

These words not only silenced Liu Liu, but also made the other friends swallow back what they wanted to say. Yes, if you don't go and I don't go, who will defend our country and who will defend our home?

They have recently learned about the history of crossing the Yalu River, and the 240 million soldiers were real!

Seeing that he had silenced everyone, Xiao Bai continued, "But, there's another war in the north, and the Americans have reached the Yalu River."

Xiao Mi continued, "So Xiao Dong followed the troops and crossed the Yalu River to North Korea. It was even colder and more difficult there than when they were fighting in China."

Dudu clenched her fists, her face serious, wishing she could travel back to that time and go to the battlefield to fight for her country!

Xiaobai looked at Chengcheng, who pursed her lips and clenched her fists tightly without even realizing it.

She seemed to be organizing the most difficult words to describe, trying her best to speak in a calm tone: "During an ambush, the weather was so cold it could freeze a person. Xiaodong and his comrades lay prone in the snow, waiting for the enemy. It was too cold, and the time was too long... He might have been hallucinating. He seemed to see the red flag flying in Tiananmen Square on the day the People's Republic of China was founded, heard Chairman Mao's voice announcing that the Chinese people had stood up, and saw peace doves flying in the sky... He also saw his current wife, smiling at him... Finally, he seemed to see his younger sister, Xiaohua, not far away in the snow, also wearing a military uniform, smiling at him, as if saying, 'Brother, I've found you'..."

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up. Goodness, really goodness! Cheng Cheng is really good at making up stories. Otherwise, why would she be the screenwriter instead of Liu Liu or Xi Wa Wa?

Xiwawa wasn't immersed in the imagery Chengcheng created. She had an instinctive alertness to danger, like a small animal, and sensed a dangerous atmosphere from Chengcheng's beautiful words.

She and everyone else held their breath, as if they were also on that icy battlefield, feeling the extreme cold and the warmth in the final illusion, helplessly waiting for Chengcheng's final blow.

Xiao Weiwei also stopped writing and began unconsciously drawing chaotic snowflakes in her notebook. Out of the instinct of a war correspondent, she asked softly, "And then?"

Yeah, and then what?

Everyone looked at Chengcheng.

Although they all had a premonition that Chengcheng was up to no good, they couldn't resist their curiosity and were eager to know Xiaodong's fate in the story, even the worst possible outcome, rather than the unknown danger.

“Then…” Chengcheng’s voice grew even softer, “A squad of American soldiers passed by. They saw the ambush unit. But not a single soldier moved, not a single shot was fired. When they got closer… they discovered that the entire company of soldiers had been frozen solid. They were still in combat stances, their eyes fixed ahead. Xiaodong… was inside. He froze to death when he saw his sister’s smile.”

"Ah, the ice sculptures are everywhere!..."

Xiao Bai exclaimed in surprise. She had come across the story of the Ice Sculpture Company while researching historical materials yesterday, and it was truly awe-inspiring.

Liu Liu asked uncertainly, "What is an ice sculpture club?"

Others shared the same doubts, able to glean some meaning from the literal meaning, but the truth was too cruel, and no one wanted to think that way.

Xiaobai explained the ice sculpture chain to everyone, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Liu Liu murmured the words "Ice Sculpture Company" repeatedly. She suddenly shivered and subconsciously hugged her arms, trying to warm herself up. It was as if the bitter cold of the Korean War had penetrated time and space and filled this sunny classroom.

This time, no one thought she was exaggerating.

Everyone felt the biting cold, and the awe-inspiring loyalty and sacrifice frozen in the frost.

Dead silence.

Even the faintest breath could be heard clearly.

Robin gripped Xiaomi's hand tightly, and Xi'er's big eyes filled with tears. Xiao Nian lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Xiao Weiwei's pen poked a hole in the notebook.

Xiaobai also felt a lump in her throat and a tightness in her chest. But she remembered that she was the director. She blinked hard, forcing back the tears, and pointed to the bottom of the white paper, to the spot where she hadn't yet drawn a circle.

She immediately picked up where Chengcheng left off, seemingly worried that if Chengcheng continued, the outcome might be even worse.

"Finally, the third part is about safeguarding and passing on traditions."

Her voice regained some strength, and she tried to ease the somber atmosphere.

"Fast forward to the present, our country's military aircraft are bringing back the remains of martyrs found on the Korean battlefield to their homeland in batches. When the planes land, many people go to greet them. There are elderly people with white hair, who may be the martyrs' comrades-in-arms or family members who have been searching for their relatives. There are also many... Young Pioneers like us."

Liuliu immediately replied, "I'm standing in the first row with my child Robin."

Even if Robin was stupid, he couldn't stand such an insult. He immediately glared at Liuliu and pretended to eat her.

Liu Liu laughed heartily, trying her best to create a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

This time, Xiaobai didn't stop Liuliu from making jokes; sometimes you really need a silly girl like her.

Xiaobai looked at Chengcheng and said, "Chengcheng, do you think Xiaohua's descendants might be inside?"

Chengcheng nodded and said, "Yes, they will. Xiaohua should have survived, gotten married, and had children. Her children, and her children's children... generation after generation, will remember that she had a brother who went to the battlefield and never came back. When the remains of the martyrs return home, they will definitely go to welcome them. Even if... it's just to bring a handful of soil from their hometown and place it on the coffin."

"That's right!"

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up.

"This is connection! The connection between the past and the present! The connection between sacrifice and inheritance! We—!"

She raised her voice, her gaze sweeping over each of her friends, when she suddenly saw Dudu straighten her chest, raise her right hand high, and give a Young Pioneer salute.

"We Young Pioneers wearing red scarves stood in the welcoming procession, watching the coffin draped with the national flag being carried down, watching the elderly men and women trembling as they touched the coffin, and we saluted! We must act out their story, record it, and pass it on! This is what it means to 'fight three generations' in one generation. They fought all the hardships and wars, leaving us with peace and sunshine. What we must do is remember them, live well, and build our country!"

After saying that, Xiaobai saluted as a Young Pioneer, and then the other children all raised their right hands high...

The scene immediately became solemn and respectful!

Xiaomi nodded emphatically: "We do not spread hatred, but we cannot forget history!"

Chengcheng said, "Remembering history is for the sake of moving forward better."

Liuliu quickly added, "Live life well, love life, be happy every day, eat when you're supposed to, sleep when you're supposed to, play when you're supposed to."

Dudu added, "We must also work hard to exercise, study diligently, and strive for excellence every day! A strong youth makes a strong China!"

Robin clenched his little fists and shouted, "Strong! I'm strong!!"

The little one's chest rose and fell slightly, and his face flushed with excitement.

The classroom remained quiet, but something heavy was slowly transforming. The sadness lingered, but something more resolute and bright was taking shape in the children's eyes.