Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

Sichuan time, 6:53 p.m.

Xiao Xian got out of the traffic police car, and had already contacted Liu Xunjing just now, but before he had time to say hello to the traffic police, he ran into the hospital.

A middle-aged man walked in front of him, releasing the breath of books all over his body, different from the temperament of a unique intellectual, this is a university teacher who teaches.

"Hello, may I ask you are Xiao Xian, I am Liu Xunjing's husband, my name is Meng Xuehai

!" "Hello

!" "Thank you very much for coming, I'm really sorry for the trouble, please come with me!"

Outside the intensive care unit, Kong Chulan has been rescued for a long time.

When Liu Xunjing saw Xiao Xian, he grabbed his hand tightly, and tears slid down silently.

"Thank you... Thank you...... Thank you..."

Xiao Xian's eyes were also moist, he and Kong Chulan didn't know each other at all, but he had seen the picture of Kong Laosan confronting the enemy fighter plane, and the other party's heroic sacrifice figure still lingered in his mind.

As a person in the era of peace in later generations, I have witnessed the cruelty of war, and the fighting spirit of my compatriots who are not afraid of death, the bloody pictures in the shattered world, the severed limbs and arms, and the destruction of life in only an instant, and that feeling cannot be described.

The blending of the two eras has created Xiao Xian's unimaginably powerful heart.

can see Kong Chulan, which can make him have an illusion as if he has returned to that era in an instant.

An unnatural sadness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, the attending doctor walked out, he glanced at Xiao Xian, frowned and said: "The old man's condition is stable now, but it won't last too long, you have to be prepared!"

Meng Xuehai immediately supported his crumbling wife!

The doctor was puzzled: "The patient said that he heard someone outside and came to see her,...... Is that you?

" Xiao Xian shook his head and said, "I don't know, it should be me... Can I go in and see her?" The

doctor sighed: "As long as the family doesn't stop you, it's fine, not to mention that it may be the last time!"

Liu Xunjing immediately took Xiao Xian's hand and said, "Please..."

Although he is riddled with illness, he still exudes a temperament that belongs to music everyone.

Xiao Xian came to the hospital bed, and the old man seemed to feel something, and slowly opened his eyes.

A weak voice rang out: "I knew you would come." "

Are you okay?" Xiao Xian asked softly.

"Half cut into the soil, I will live up to the yellow sky and the vast earth in my life, there is only one regret!" The old man's voice was very light and very slow, as thin as a gossamer.

"Do you have any regrets to talk to your juniors. Xiao Xian said with a soft smile.

"I want to see my father!" the old man lay on the hospital bed in a low voice, his eyes slightly closed, but the firmness in his words was unquestionable.

Before Xiao Xian could speak, Kong Chulan continued: "Xunjing showed me the show that day, and I knew at a glance that that person was my father, although he left me when I was very young, but young man, you have to understand that the words blood is thicker than water are not just words.

Xiao Xian's nose was sour, and he said, "You have just said that you are sure that you saw your father in my live broadcast, but you should also see the ending of your father."

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of the old man's eyes, and she said, "Are you an undead from hell, or an immortal from the sky?

Why can you put the things of the past on the screen?"

Xiao Xian never thought that this old man would ask him about this matter so bluntly.

He said half-jokingly: "Do

you believe in the undead, or believe in the immortals?" "I believe that I, the dying man, have seen more than you, because you are extraordinary after all, and I can feel that there is an aura on your body that is incompatible with this era, so I believe that you must have seen my father!"

Xiao Xian took out the heavy token from his arms, " This is a token brought to you by your father, a letter from home, and a flute, and he is not capable of handing these two things into your hands personally, so I took it back!"

Kong Chulan's body suddenly trembled violently, and she raised her hand full of pipes and gently stroked the little flute.

The eyes that had been slightly closed suddenly opened a little, and tears rolled down.

"Young man, I want to ask you, can I see my father after I die, is he with my mother?"

Xiao Xian shook his head and said sincerely: "The younger generation doesn't know, the younger generation is just a communicator of the times.

It allows people to see the real past, but it is definitely not for them to sink into it, but for them to think deeply. "

I understand, thank you!" Kong Chulan hesitated for a while and responded slowly.

She suddenly opened her eyes again, and at this moment, the light in her eyes seemed to converge again.

She looked at Xiao Xian seriously, and said softly: "I am honored to meet you, the meaning of your existence is far more profound than I imagined.

The current society needs people like you to control its balance, and it is the luckiest thing in my life for me to be able to see you when I am dying, and to see a part of the brilliance in you.

Kong Chulan smiled: "You go, I may have to say a final goodbye to my child, I don't want others to see that scene."

I don't want this breath of life and death parting to infect your pure soul, I am a life that is going to decay, and you are the opposite of me..."

Xiao Xian couldn't control it anymore, and burst into tears!

He got up and bowed to Kong Chulan, and then left the ward without looking back.

Xiao Xian was not watching the picture of the doctor and his family rushing into the ward in a hurry, just like Kong Chulan said, he couldn't contaminate that picture.

It takes courage and determination to face the loss of an old life.

In the process of broadcasting history in the future, he will face countless choices and judgments, and every person or event he talks to will be closely related to future generations.

He wanted to treat this mysterious profession given to him by the heavens with a pure heart.

We should not be cautious and nervous because of the departure and passing of any life.

The old man seemed to see Xiao Xian's hesitation, so the last words were pointing out and dialing.

Therefore, Xiao Xian did not hesitate and left the hospital in stride.

Before stepping out of the hospital's main entrance, he turned and glanced up at the window of the intensive care unit.

The token connecting the two eras ends again, and his secret becomes mysterious again with the disappearance of a person's life.

Xiao Xian didn't stay long, turned around and walked in the night, and the light was dazzling, and fine rain floated in the sky.

It didn't rain much, but it was tinge.

He was slowly moving forward in the rain, and the world seemed to become slower.

Xiao Xian only discovered for the first time what the purpose of his existence was, could "Collection of China" only be a live broadcast, a variety show?

This is a question worth pondering, rising to a certain philosophy of life definition.

He didn't know if he would be able to see enough of the current situation with his own wisdom.

But Xiao Xian knows that the road needs to be walked, and wisdom needs to be verified by practice!

Xiao Xian suddenly smiled, he suddenly stopped in the rain, and said softly: "Hello everyone, I am Xiao Xian!"

This answer should be correct.

He took a step, light and confident....