Exclusive Memory Chapter 4 Part 4

 

It's hard at home, I know.

Grandpa's monthly medical expenses while lying in the intensive care unit are a huge sum of money. Mom's work sounds good to say, but that's all it is. (Meaning she doesn't make much.)

Originally, she used to give me 300 yuan a month, 10 yuan a day. Later, the prices went up, so she gave me an extra 100 yuan. In fact, I saved most of the money and didn't move it much, unless I didn't have any from tutoring, so I kept some out for emergencies.

I went back to school and had dinner before I went to self-study with Bai Lin. When I came out at nine o'clock, I was a little hungry, so I went to the canteen to see what there was to eat.

There are several TVs hanging in the hall of the cafeteria.

After 7:30, the TV signal was cut off in the dormitory, so some people gathered in the cafeteria to watch TV.

In fact, the TV can only watch provincial channels, but everyone still looks up and watches with relish. During this period, the satellite channel of the provincial station is broadcasting the weekly legal channel.

I glanced at the TV.

The picture is under a high wall, with several female prisoners standing neatly in the clearing doing mental exercises such as "grateful hearts" in a uniform manner. Then the camera cuts to the side, where a female police officer stands in front of a woman for an interview.

Wearing a police cap and a straight navy blue police uniform, she looks capable and spirited.

The reporter asked: "Tongjian District Chief, after you were named 'National Top Ten Prison People's Police' by the Ministry of Justice last year and won the second class merit, do you feel any pressure?"

The female police officer smiled, "There is definitely pressure, but pressure and motivation coexist. Moreover, these honors do not belong to me alone, but to the joint efforts of colleagues from the entire prison district and prison. ”

Bai Lin opened her mouth in surprise, looked at the screen, stopped, and said, "Xiao Tong, isn't that your mother? She's on TV again."

She said this in a low voice, but when it was heard in the empty cafeteria after the meal time, it seemed so loud.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on me with a swipe.

I quickly pulled Bai Lin away and rushed out.

Yes, that policewoman is my mother.

When she first appeared on TV, my father and I had long been guarding in front of the TV. At that time, there was no widespread camera equipment on the market, so we could only use a tape recorder to record the sound and savor it every time the solar term passed.

Later, there were more and more programs of this kind, so many that I didn't bother to watch any more.

She's a good cop, really.

With her true feelings and meticulous sense of responsibility, she penetrated into the hearts of many prisoners. She valued them, as well as her work, but she didn't take me to heart.

On Friday, I received another call from Peng Yu, who said: "Teacher Xue, tomorrow there is a big aviation model exhibition in the Science and Technology Museum, and I have a few tickets, so I specially invite you to go together." 

"Oh. Don't you have make up lessons?" Lost income again.

"On Sunday, okay?"

"Fine."

"Then, can you give me Teacher Mu's phone number?"

"Mu Chenghe? Why are you looking for him?"

"He seems to be a fan of model aircraft, and I would like to invite him too, to thank him for inviting us to dinner last time."

I sighed, thought about it again and asked: "What did you say you want to see?"

"Model aircrafts."

"What's so good about a model." Boys... sometimes I really don't understand their hobbies.

I don't know if Mu Chenghe is too idle, if he has a good impression of Peng Yu, or if he is really interested in that thing, but he readily agreed when he received the call.

Wrapped around a dark coffee-colored scarf, he appeared at the entrance of the Science and Technology Museum on time to meet us.

Sure enough, the Science and Technology Museum is engaged in activities, which seems to be one of the Russian Aviation Month series organized by the government.

This time, the aircraft models of Russia's past dynasties are mostly aimed at young enthusiasts, and there will be aviation flight praise and corresponding academic exchanges.

This provincial science and technology museum was quite old when I was in middle school. After the renovation, I heard that it is much more interesting. There are digitally simulated Jurassic and Cretaceous scenes recreated. The aviation hall has always been empty, but now there are suddenly many airplane models.

Most of the visitors are young boys and their accompanying parents.

The models are divided into five broad categories: fighters, bombers, transport aircraft, helicopters, and other aircraft. Each model has the aircraft model identification on the front.

Peng Yu actually took out a small notebook, read and memorized it. I guess he is going back to school to show off to his classmates.

I can't find the joy of life in the rows of realistic models.

In my opinion, there are two types of airplanes, one is called a helicopter with propellers, and the other is called an airplane without propellers and has two big wings. On the inside of the ones with two wings, the white one is a passenger plane, and the gray one is a fighter jet?

Regarding these thoughts, I dare not express them in this kind of place at will, lest I be cast aside.

On the way, I looked at the words written on it boredly: Su-27, Su-47, Su-30, and I asked casually, "Su? Does it mean the Soviet Union?"

Unexpectedly, Peng Yu laughed. He pointed to the "An-22" and "An-70" over there and said, "If Su is the Soviet Union, does the word Alliance begin with An?"

I frowned and glared at Peng Yu, "I thought it was interesting."

"It's just a model, what's the meaning of it?"

Mu Chenghe smiled, "In fact, there is a meaning. But that "Su" does not mean Soviet, but refers to the fact that its designer was the Sukhoi Design Bureau, abbreviated to Су in Russian, which is pronounced "Su". Whether it is the former Soviet Union or the current Russia, the aircraft is named after the abbreviation of its own design bureau. For example, the abbreviation МГ of the Mikoyan Design Bureau is pronounced exactly MiG, and all aircraft coming out of the Tupolev Design Bureau will start with the word 'Figure'. ”

"Are there many design bureaus?" Peng Yu looked at Mu Chenghe intently.

"There were fourteen at the height of the USSR."

"So many."

"The research direction of each design bureau is different. Kamov is good at helicopters, MiG is good at bombers, and Tupolev is good at transport planes."

Peng Yu pounded his head in adoration.

"In addition to the word at the beginning, the Arabic numerals at the end are also particular. Fighters use odd numbers, and other bombers and transport aircraft use even numbers."

After listening to Mu Chenghe's remarks, my first feeling was dizziness, and the second feeling was that he was probably a person with a childlike innocence, otherwise how could he describe the model so vividly to a half-grown child.

Here is my first chapter, please excuse any mistakes. :)

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