This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

At 11:30 noon, Wu Feng was tinkering with his collection of models in his room.

There are wooden sailboats, like the Black Pearl in Pirates of the Caribbean.

It looks lifelike, but it takes thousands of steps to put it together, and there are tens of thousands of parts including nails, cannons, cable coils and other details.

Wu Feng didn't think it was too difficult when he first tried it, it wasn't as exaggerated as it was said on the Internet.

There is a fully internal chariot, which is only as big as a book, with thousands of parts, including barrels, rifling, suspensions, and tracks.

An aircraft with a metal skeleton, the internal keel, the skin of the fuselage, and the perverted linkage rods are all headaches for ordinary people.

Wu Feng looked at these proud works of his and touched his chin.

The model that Mr. Xu brought back from Shanghai was thrown at Zhao Xuan's house because he went out to play yesterday.

The Millennium Falcon had less than 10,000 parts in total.

Wu Feng thought that he had to put it together as soon as possible and store it properly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiaofeng, you can have lunch."

Outside the door, Wu Weizheng's voice came.

"understood."

Wu Feng replied lightly, carefully put away his treasures, and then left the room.

On the dining table in the living room, steaming meals were already served.

Deep-fried prawns, beef brisket with potatoes, stir-fried vegetables with mushrooms, and pork ribs soup with winter melon.

Three dishes and one soup are all Wu Feng's favorites.

"Xiaofeng, give it a try and see if my craftsmanship today satisfies you?"

Wu Weizheng served Wu Feng a bowl of rice and said with a smile.

As soon as he smiled, the traces carved by the years could not be hidden, and the wrinkles were crowded into a pile.

Wu Feng didn't appreciate his enthusiasm.

While pulling the chair and sitting down, he muttered:

"Don't think that if you know what I like to eat, cook it for me, and I will forgive you."

"Don't even think about it!"

With that said, he began to eat on his own.

He was brought up by his grandma since he was a child, and Wu Feng has no memory of the smiling grandpa in front of him at all.

Grandma always told him that his grandpa is a person who does great things and is very busy every day.

But no matter how busy you are, how busy can you be?

When he was born, this so-called grandpa was not there.

On his birthday, the so-called grandpa was not there.

When he was happy, the so-called grandpa was not there.

When he was sad, the so-called grandpa was not there.

...

From childhood to adulthood, there was no such grandfather in his life.

Wu Feng can accept all of these.

He can treat himself as a person without a grandfather.

But, when grandma died, where was this so-called grandpa?

Wu Feng didn't understand, nor did he want to understand.

If it wasn't for his grandma dying, he must accept this so-called grandpa.

He might not be happy to live with Wu Weizheng.

Mom and Dad work in other places all the year round. Wu Feng didn't feel lonely at all when his grandma was there.

But ever since grandma left, he felt that he, Wu Feng, had become the loneliest person in the world.

Although the so-called grandpa returned home two years ago and took good care of him, he didn't appreciate it at all.

Although his parents always tried every means to reconcile their grandparents and grandchildren when they rarely came back every year, but he was not willing at all.

In Wu Feng's heart, this is the punishment for the so-called grandfather who has been ignoring grandma all the year round and not going home.

What do people who do big things?

What did you do?

Why has Wu Feng never heard of him?

What makes me understand him?

How can I understand him when I have met him a handful of times in more than ten years?

Wu Feng didn't understand, but he didn't want his deceased grandma to be sad, so he held his nose and lived with this so-called grandpa.

"Xiaofeng, how is the stewed beef brisket this time? Is it mushy enough?"

"Last time, it was because I didn't control the heat properly that it made it so unpalatable."

Wu Weizheng said with a smile while eating.

He knew Wu Feng didn't want to see him.

But he believes that one day, Xiaofeng, like Cathay Pacific, Guomin, and Guoan, will understand him.

There were 1,791 people across the country who disappeared suddenly like him.

1791 people represent 1791 families.

He Wu Weizheng is already considered lucky, because he has descendants, he has three sons, and grandchildren.

But many fellow travelers have already buried their bones in other places, and some don't even have any children.

Their 1791 people are only a small part of the overall plan.

There are too many comrades who sacrificed more than him.

He Wu Weizheng has nothing to dissatisfy.

He doesn't consider himself a great person.

In terms of contribution, it is not as good as those meritorious figures.

In terms of suffering, it is not as good as those front-line personnel.

He just took advantage of the times, just at the right time.

Zhongnan is not his hometown, but it is where Xiaolin lives.

When he came back here, he just wanted to see the place where she lived and walk the path she had walked.

When they meet again in the future, he can tell her how he feels.

At the dinner table, Wu Feng shrugged and did not answer.

But in my heart, there has actually been a subtle change.

There is no other reason.

These meals have already tasted like they were made when grandma was alive.

Regarding this point, Wu Feng was actually very surprised.

The same dish, made by different people, tastes very different.

This has a lot to do with a person's cooking habits.

Right amount of oil and salt, a little sauce and vinegar.

What is the right amount? What is a little?

Everyone cooks differently.

The dishes Wu Feng likes to eat are not particularly difficult to cook.

But he has long been used to the taste of grandma's cooking.

What fried prawns, potato brisket, where are there restaurants, restaurants, and cafeterias outside?

But Wu Feng has never eaten out to his satisfaction.

This is no longer a question of skill, but a psychological effect.

Wu Feng didn't speak, and filled another bowl of winter melon pork rib soup.

This smell is also very familiar.

I realized that just thinking about it made his nose a little sore.

He quickly finished the rice in the bowl, threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and went back to his room on his own.

In the living room, Wu Weizheng was left alone.

...

In the afternoon, Wu Feng's cell phone rang.

He looked at the video invitation on the screen and happily connected.

"Xiaofeng, do you miss Dad?"

On the other side of the screen was a man in overalls.

It was Wu Feng's father, Wu Guoan.

Wu Feng smiled and nodded, "Dad, when will you and mom come back?"

"I haven't seen you for over a year!"

Wu Guoan on the other side of the screen smiled apologetically, "Xiaofeng, your mother and I are usually busy and don't have time to go back."

"I'm making a video for you today to tell you that we happen to have a holiday during the Ching Ming Festival this year, and we will go back to Zhongnan."

Wu Feng jumped up happily after hearing this.

"Great, you are finally coming back!"

Wu Feng's parents work in the same unit.

Wu Feng only knew that the unit was called 712, and it was related to ships.

Regarding the specific work of his parents, Wu Feng only listened to what they said was research on new materials.

As for what is the new material?

Wu Feng once collected a lot of information on the Internet, and the types were various. He didn't know which direction his parents were specifically researching.

During the video call, the father and son chatted for a while, and Wu Guoan said apologetically:

"Xiaofeng, I still have to go to work, so hang up first."

"During the Ching Ming Festival this year, your mother and I will definitely go back, and we will definitely not lie to you this time."

With that said, he hung up the video call.