On Monday morning, the fiery red sun rose from the sky through the thin fog. All students from Yuanxian Middle School took a line according to the class and stood in front of the rostrum of the school playground.

The national anthem was played, and the red flag slowly rose in the red sun.

Wei Qingfan stood among the crowd, looked at the red flag, silently counting the rhythm of the national anthem, and began to feel anxious about it secretly.

It's almost done!

There is still a section of the national anthem, and it’s almost up to the top. Do you still have a way to go later?

"It's almost!"

Someone was whispering next to him, and obviously he discovered the flag-raising belle mistake.

Sure enough, because he climbed too fast in front, at the last distance, the Hongqi began to slow down significantly, turning from a rabbit to a turtle, slowly stuck there, as if he was motionless.

Finally, after spending nearly twenty seconds of stagnation in the torture, with the end of the music, the red flag finally showed a significant upward trend again. It hit the top of the flagpole like a sprint at the last moment.

Seeing it flying high above the sky, everyone in the playground felt relieved.

A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head walked to the rostrum and made a speech. It was almost the end of the term, so he studied hard, and then said: "In addition, let me know a good news to the students. In the provincial middle school students composition competition organized by the Provincial Education Bureau last month, the school leaders selected and organized our school students to actively participate in the competition, with excellent results!

"Especially Wei Qingfan, who is from Class 16 of Grade 2, won the first prize in the provincial award, and everyone applauded and encouraged him!"

This news was only spread in a small range before, and not many people knew about it. Even the students participating in the competition did not know the news of the award. Seeing that there was no movement, they thought it was the result.

At this moment, I suddenly learned that someone in the school had won the first prize. Many people couldn't help but whispering to each other when applauding.

The senior high school students also came, and Gu Chengyu also learned the news from the crowd and was stunned.

He was originally full of confidence and felt that he would have the chance to win the prize, but he did not make any noise at all. He even went to ask his uncle for some reason. He learned that he had not won the prize and was depressed for several days.

But no one won the award, which is not a shame, the result is...

Wei Qingfan actually won the first prize in the province?

Didn’t he write off topic?

Too shameless!

He thought of when he came back from the exam, he was talking nonsense all the way, and felt a fever on his face. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, thinking that Wei Qingfan must be deliberately cheating him.

"Next, we will invite Wei Qingfan to speak and share with us his valuable experience!"

The director of the teaching director took the lead in applauding, and the applause became warm again.

Wei Qingfan walked out of the class queue with two pieces of paper, enjoying curiosity, envious and loving eyes along the way, and walked towards the rostrum with his head held high.

When he walked up to the rostrum, he saw Wei Qinghuan in the crowd next to him. She was not very tall and was in a relatively high position. She was waving hard at Wei Qingfan, as if showing that she was his brother.

Wei Qingfan glared at her, but ended up staggering, almost falling down.

He was shocked when he was looking at his teacher's smile and came over quickly, as if he wanted to support him.

I don’t know if it was because the dew was not dry at night or the director’s foot slippery, but he wanted to come over and pay Wei Qingfan. As a result, he just took a step, he staggered and barely stood firm. He heard the laughter of the students in the audience.

The director coughed and covered up his embarrassment, waved his hand, signaling everyone to keep quiet, and at the same time he gave Wei Qingfan a look and asked him to come over and speak quickly.

Wei Qingfan smiled awkwardly at the director, then walked to the microphone set up, coughed, and explained to the students behind the queue who didn't know what was going on: "Sorry, I'm a little excited to give the first speech to the award, and I almost slipped."

There was another laughter from the audience, and Wei Qingfan laughed, and then said, "This profoundly illustrates a very simple truth, that is, you should not be proud and complacent when you succeed, otherwise you may fall off at any time."

The laughter from the audience stopped. The director and Jiang Changjun, who had just frowned because he almost fell down, also relaxed their frowns, secretly praising the student's witty response.

If Wei Qingfan was a successful person at this time or had a very intimidating title, this little cleverness could be praised by everyone and might even be written into the composition.

But he was just an ordinary student who won the award. Most of the students in the audience didn't know much about him before, so they didn't have such an effect at all. Many people even thought he was very stiff and embarrassing.

Wei Qingfan coughed again, and then began to express his gratitude seriously: "Thank you to the great motherland for giving me the opportunity to read and read, thank the Provincial Education Bureau for holding this competition, thank the school leaders and my class teacher Jiang Changjun for their trust and guidance for me, and of course my classmates. My award is inseparable from your support and encouragement."

Uncle Benshan’s "Thanks TV" memoir to wait for the 2008 Spring Festival Gala to come out, but Wei Qingfan’s serious thanks still made many students feel funny. There were low laughter in every corner of the audience, and some people were trying hard to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

Of course, his attitude is very sincere, and some people think he is too hypocritical and becomes more and more disliked.

Jiang Changjun's face was green in the audience, so how could he be grateful for this? Especially the opening sentence "Thank you for the motherland", which made him feel that Wei Qingfan was deliberately looking for trouble.

"I know many students are definitely curious about what kind of articles can win the first prize in the province. Next, I will appreciate this composition with you."

Wei Qingfan spent less than a minute saying his comments, then changed the topic and began to read his own composition:

"This essay is called "My Last Name":

My surname is Wei, Lu Wei, a rare and remote surname. Since I was a child, I have never met anyone with the same surname as me except for my relatives who have a blood relationship with me.

I have seen many celebrities with other surnames in books and TV, but I have never seen anyone with surname Wei. I asked my parents, are our surname Wei descendants of that celebrity? Is there any celebrity in Wei?

My parents couldn't answer. I asked the uncle again, and the uncle told me that the surname Wei might come from Zhao Dingchen, a famous minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. Zhao Dingchen was named Weixiweng, and he was a poet who had contact with famous people such as Su Shi and Wang Anshi. Our surname Wei might be his descendants, and he was named his surname.

The old man was not sure that this was the origin of the Wei surname, but I was still excited for a while, and after being excited, I began to feel lost again. Zhao Dingchen was not famous or powerful, so when I mentioned him, I needed to show the relationship between him and famous celebrities such as Su Shi and Wang Anshi to prove that he still has a certain reputation. If his surname is Su and Wang, there is no need.

However, in the long river of history, except for Zhao Dingchen, I can no longer find any other famous person with the surname Wei, and Zhao Dingchen does not have the surname Wei.

This made me feel depressed and lonely, as if in the long river of Chinese history, I was an exclusion of a wave.

…”

Wei Qingfan ended up thanking him, and then began to show off his award-winning essay. No matter the leader or the teacher were frowning secretly, Jiang Changjun wanted to lift him off the stage and beat him up.

Many students were also secretly amused, but as Wei Qingfan slowly read back, more and more people began to sound seriously.

At this age, few people will take the initiative to explore the matters related to surnames, but as one of the lines of inheritance of Chinese civilization, its importance is self-evident and has long been immersed in the bloodline.

In addition, Wei Qingfan's essay is not boring and has a certain storyline.

"I went to find the origin of surnames. The origin of surnames can be traced back to the clan society. In the pre-Qin period, the surnames and clans were different. During the Qin and Han dynasties, surnames gradually merged, and there were more and more surnames. Due to various reasons such as avoiding disasters, people have been constantly changing their surnames in the long history, such as using the ancestor's national name as surname, surname, and surname, which are very common.

In other words, different surnames now may have the same ancestor, for example, many surnames originate from the Ji surname; while ancient surnames such as Jiang, Si, and Ying are also the origin of modern surnames, and the Zhao surname originates from the Ying surname.

This reminds me of a lot. My last name inherits from my father, but I also have my mother's blood and genes in me. My father's last name inherits from my grandfather, but he also has my grandmother's blood and genes in me.

I feel that I have two long bloodlines, one from my father and one from my mother; they also have two long bloodlines, one from their father and one from their mother; in my grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents, they also have two long bloodlines... Such long bloodlines form a huge dense net, which extends against the long river of time and extends to the origin of human civilization.

Suddenly, I seemed to see faces along the blood network. They were my ancestors, and their blood was flowing on me. I lived on the same earth with them, looking up at the same starry sky, admiring the same moon, using the same words..."

Wei Qingfan was thinking about this, and the huge playground was already silent. Whether it was students or teachers, they felt shocked by the scenes that appeared in front of them.

"The five thousand years of Chinese civilization has a long history, with prosperity, turmoil, glory, and darkness. How much effort did my ancestors put in order to pass on their bloodlines and civilization to me, to allow me to eat and wear and wear, and to sit in the classroom to class safely and steadily? How much suffering did my ancestors go through?

“I followed that big net of blood, and seemed to have passed through the fog of history and saw their figures;

"In the ignorance, they ate raw meat and drank blood, slashed and burned, and they chased prey with bows and arrows, and domesticated and kept; they used crude stone tools to cultivate the land, harvested food, improved tools, and selected seeds;

"The turmoil has come, and war has spread across China, and bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing thousands of miles away. Some of them escape into the mountains, some pick up weapons, some struggle to survive, and some strive to end the troubled times and create another prosperous era...

"They invented papermaking, printing, compass, and gunpowder to promote the development of the entire human civilization; they tasted hundreds of herbs, cured diseases and saved people, and prevented the plague from raging; they observed the world and recorded it in words, leaving the most authentic and reliable ancient data for future generations; they wrote and painted, recited poems and lyrics, creating amazing artistic peaks; they recorded what they had experienced in the most refined language, leaving behind a vast treasure house of experience..."

"They created the most vast, brilliant and great civilization of their era on this land of China. We are flowing with their blood, and we use their words to absorb their wisdom and experience.

“I no longer feel frustrated and lonely because we are them, they are us.”

The rising sun rose in the sky, dispelling the fog, and the sunlight became brighter and more intense, shining on the earth. The voice of the boy on the rostrum became slightly lighter, but his emotions were fuller and louder:

"Lu Xun once said, 'If there is no torch fire from now on, I will be the only light'.

"In the long river of history, there is no character named Wei who can be shown off. Maybe I can work hard in this direction.

"If many years later, there are children with Wei surnames who have the same questions as me, I hope that his parents or teachers can speak my name and make him proud.

"I will study hard and work hard for this."
Chapter completed!