Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Chapter 105:

China in 1919 seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, the people's minds began to awaken, and this group of students and young people took the lead in leading the upsurge of the change of the times.

After this storm, this nation will no longer work in its own right, but will unite and unite as one.

Red flames and red flags will be lit all over the country.

The new ideas and new cultural changes set off by the scholars have begun to bear fruit, from planting the seeds, to taking root and sprouting, and then to the blossoming and bearing fruit, only they know how difficult each step is.

At this moment, not only Chen Zhongfu, but also Li Shouchang, Lu Xun, and Qian Xuantong also waved their fists and shouted, vowing to make this storm bigger and bigger, until it spread all over the country.

Among them, there was a missing figure.

Hu Shizhi.

At this moment, he was standing at the back of the teaching building of Peking University, quietly silent, watching this louder shout.

In fact, he also felt excited, but under the thick lenses, his eyes were blank.

Until Guo Qinguang's death, he did not understand why the students held such a vigorous march.

What is the difference between this and a rebellion?"

"This storm and thunder is not a long-term drought and a rainstorm, but a disaster that occurs once in a century.

Hu Shi looked at the dark and gloomy sky in the distance, and muttered to himself: "Peking University is the birthplace of a new culture, but it is about to be destroyed..."

Daqin.

Zhao Gao's eyes widened, and he looked at the scene at this moment with an incredulous face.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The death of a student has had such a big impact.

Thirty-two students had not yet been released from prison, and Guo Qinguang had died again, and he once thought that this storm and thunder would be like the previous uprisings, which seemed to be huge, but in fact it would eventually be quelled.

Suddenly reacting, he hurriedly said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, these people are no longer literati students, but a group

of traitors of the times!"

"Sure enough, traitors are regardless of age, men and women, as long as they are enlightened, they will subvert a country in the future..."

Liu Che's eyes were complicated, and he muttered to himself: "I don't know what kind of waves this group of student literati can set off in the future, but one thing is certain, after this storm, the thinking of all strata of this country has completely changed. For

the sake of the dignity of the country, they fought hard!

[Guo Qinguang's death caused turmoil in all strata of the capital, not only in schools, but also in the working class and merchant class...

] [Guo Qinguang, willing to be Tan Sitong in the era of ideological enlightenment!]

The picture emerged.

Beijing, railway company.

Workers gathered to watch today's news.

The students marched in Tianmen, but the news of being suppressed by the warlords came into view.

The arrest of 32 students, and even the indirect death of one student, are even more shocking.

"Bang!"

a worker kicked in anger and knocked over the equipment.

Then he stood up, filled with righteous indignation.

"What kind of world is this? The students are so patriotic, but the warlords are so cowardly, to sign that ridiculous contract, and not to resist?

"Beiyang, what a shame for China!!"

"Such a government is not worthy of our trust

!" "Take to the streets, protest! We can't let a group of children shoulder these responsibilities!"

The May Fourth storm continued, and the working class officially embarked on the ranks of resistance.

In the capital of Beijing, Mizuki University, several students gathered.

They were all silent, and the news of Guo Qinguang's death reached them.

Mizuki did not participate in that parade.

In the crowd, a student still walked out, with indignation on his face and a loud voice.

"The students of Mizuki University should reflect on it, Mizuki is in the capital, and Peking University is also in the capital, why are the students of Peking University willing to risk their lives to march in order to save the country, but the students of Mizuki do not participate?"

When the May Fourth wind and thunder rose, he was full of spirits, and that night he hand-copied Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" and called on the students to join in.

But he received little response, and he was disappointed that he was not able to participate in the march.

This time, he is going to call up!

The sonorous voice resounded throughout the audience, very harsh, and the eyes of Mizuki's students were gradually filled with anger.

The president of Mizuki University stood behind, silently listened to this call, and immediately made a decision -- to implement a class strike!

"Students, there is no hope for Beiyang, what classes are still to be taken? From the moment the sign is signed, our Chinese territory will be missing!"

One school after another has carried out a class strike, and the wordless anger is full of it.

"The country raises students, and the years are huge, once something happens, the students still don't contribute, who else will they treat?"

"In this case, if you can't sacrifice it, how can you talk about patriotism?"

The night was deep, and the lights were like ink.

Wen Yiduo's eyes are deep, his expression is serious, and he has a strong face.

He's writing letters to his family.

He knew what the risks were in making that decision.

He even has to go to jail, just in case, he has to report the safety of his parents.

"Father, mother, I love my motherland, and I love every Chinese people. It's not just me, in the face of national humiliation, everyone is a protester and a scavenger.

"If you are unfortunately arrested and imprisoned, don't read it, and your son will be safe." "

......

The picture is not over yet, it still continues.

The fire continued to burn.

Hu Nan, Star City.

This year, the young man resigned from his position as a librarian at Peking University and returned to his hometown.

Looking at the news from the capital, he was silent.

After a long time, he said softly.

"This is a national shame, a national shame that the people should not suffer.

"The students in the capital should not fight alone, organize and support them!" The

young man stood up, his warm eyes and smile disappeared, and a deep cold glint swept through.

He picked up his pen and wrote down an article with great enthusiasm: "The Great Union of the People!"

The young people who are determined to make China rise have returned here from Dongying.

He stood at the gate of Nankai University, but his eyes looked at the north, the land where wind and thunder were born.

His heart was beating strongly, and he had a premonition that this storm would change his life.

He resolutely walked into the university, with a firm step and a solemn face.

A schoolgirl walked up to her.

She is a student at the Women's Normal School and is called Deng Yingchao.

The two staggered, both smiling politely at each other.

And so the gears of fate began to turn.

In the future, they will be comrades-in-arms and close friends who will fight together.

It will also be a couple.

......

The screen rotates again.

Capital.

Cai Yuanpei strode to the patrol room alone, and with all his courage, he loudly demanded the release of the students! Outside

, more and more workers and businessmen clenched their fists and took to the streets to shout and resist, and the people's emotions became stronger and stronger.

Peking University, Mizuki.

Guo Qinguang's death completely aroused the anger of the students.

Although the streets were still very dangerous at this time, and there were patrols everywhere, they still took to the streets again, clenched their fists, and shouted 'Guoquan'!

Lu Xun is no longer young, he opened the window and took a look at the world outside the window, it was chaotic, it was too chaotic.

It seems that a cannibalistic "Diary of a Madman" still can't wake up the people of the world, and he will continue to write!

Yat-sen is still writing his book.

He's been here since the Dharma Protector failed.

In addition to being unable to do it, he also felt that the road was wrong.

He continued to fumble and felt dazed.

Suddenly, leaflets flew on the street, one after another, and one impartial, just flew into the window where he lived.

When he opened it, it was the news of the patriotic march of the young people in the capital.

It is also branded with several names that he is familiar with - Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, Cai Yuanpei...

He smiled.

"You... Very good.

"The future of this country lies in you, you must pay attention to safety..."

After speaking, he continued to pick up the pen and wrote his book: "Sun Wenxue".

1919.

The wind and thunder are everywhere, and the order of the times has become more chaotic, but it has also become more and more magnificent.

Between the lightning and thunder, the emperors of various dynasties were in a trance, and they really saw the majesty of an era, and it began to show its grandeur at this moment!