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

[A race is not afraid of sparse people and thin blood, what it is afraid of is the loss of the soul of the clan.

Although we are not strong, we are fortunate that the Han wildfire is endless.

[It's coming soon, it's already recovering...]

In the dark sky, the golden words are imprinted in the heavens, and all eras are blooming with fine light.

Evening business.

Jiang Taigong is still fishing, but it has been a long time since a fish has been baited.

But it doesn't seem to matter anymore, it's the words that come to mind.

A great world is about to awaken.

This country is not a country, a country where warlords are rampant, and it has gone through turmoil, as if... Finding the right path.

"This road is called 'communism'..."

, Jiang Taigong's eyes became brighter and brighter.

A thousand-year span, the Qing Dynasty.

Qianlong finally stopped roaring.

He was also tired.

Puffing and panting, his eyes deep.

He reached into his mind, where a pig's tail-like braid was lying quietly.

After all, he is a Manchurian, and he is prejudiced against the Han people after all.

Therefore, when he saw some people running in all directions, and some people sacrificing their lives forever for the righteousness of their hearts, he was disdainful.

It was always believed that Manchuria could regain its glory.

But now, he's really silent.

His eyes also became dazed.

"What is the real sense of glory

?" "What is a real great power?"

"They finally ... It won't really succeed, will it?"

[This vigorous movement caused by students has finally come to an end, and more is the finishing touch.

[After deliberation under pressure from all sides, the warlord decided to release the 32 students who had been arrested. The

screen appears.

The rain has not stopped, but it has changed from heavy rain to light rain.

Cai Yuanpei, Chen Zhongfu and others came to the gate of the prison.

Chen Zhongfu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but the old principal, holding a black umbrella, did not go in.

He stood silently under the street lamp, his figure became rickety, and the light stretched his shadow infinitely, making him look a little lonely.

It's like I've made a decision, and I'm worried.

"Sir, let's not go!"

At this time, the fierce voice of the students' protest words came from the prison, which broke Cai Yuanpei's heart.

He looked inside and saw that the door to the cell had been opened, but the students said they would not leave.

The youthful and immature faces are stubborn.

"What are we going out for? If we stay here for one more day, the pressure on Beiyang will be a little more, why do you want

to go out?" "Let us go, and then what? Beiyang still agrees to sign that ridiculous contract like no one else? So what does it mean for us to resist?" "

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, but the contract cannot be promised

!" "Yes! Don't go out!" Every

student was filled with righteous indignation.

"Nonsense!!"

Chen Zhongfu roared, overshadowing the thunder and rain.

Under the dazzling incandescent light, the students realized that the husband was already soaked, and his hair, cheeks, and clothes were constantly seeping water.

It can be seen that in order to get them out, they have worked hard these days.

And Chen Zhongfu's face was grim to the extreme, and the sternness in his eyes looked at everyone one by one.

"You still think things are too simple!" "Do you think you are the key to the whole thing? Don't think too much of yourself

!" "A backward country cannot be strong in a day or two, but it will take the best efforts of several generations

!" "You are still young, and it will not be your turn to stand up when the sky falls!"

"

Read me a book! Read it to death, the future of this country depends on you." The

resolute roar resounded in the cell, echoing for a long time.

Chen Zhongfu's eyes widened angrily, and his gaze swept over the young faces.

The students' eyes were red, and tears were rolling in their eyes.

From Chen Zhongfu's eyes, they saw anger, hope, and relief... It's like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and it's complicated.

"Whew!"

The students bowed deeply to Chen Zhongfu, and then left the cell in an orderly manner.

The wind blows.

Chen Zhongfu has realized that although the road has been determined, someone still needs to pave it.

They are pavers, not wayfinders, nor walkers.

It will be the students who will actually complete this path.

The students left their cells and saw their old headmaster.

The old headmaster stood in the rain with an umbrella on his face, looking at them with a smile on his face and a kind face.

This smile is very complicated, there is excitement, relief, and reluctance...

Only then did they realize that Principal Cai was already old, with a rickety figure and gray hair on his sideburns.

He was so tired.

Cai Yuanpei put down the umbrella and let the light rain trickle down on him.

A faint smile appeared on him.

When the students come back, it is not a question of whether they want to or not, but they have to leave Peking University.

In the canopy, words emerge.

[Someone has to pay for everything, although the May Fourth wind and thunder are violent, but who will pay the bill?]

[Students? Teachers?] [

No, it should be the head of a school. [

The wind and thunder are getting smaller, but the anti-warlord and anti-government voices from all walks of life still haven't stopped, and Generalissimo Xu Shichang decided to withdraw Cai Yuanpei from the post of president and temporarily organize others to serve as the president of Peking University. The

screen appears.

It's still Peking University, inside the president's office.

Cai Yuanpei was silently packing his luggage, and on the desk where he had given birth to the cradle of Peking University's new culture, it had long since ceased to be chaotic at the moment, on the contrary, clean, tidy, and spotless.

There was a letter of resignation on it.

"The people also work, and they can take a break.

"I, Cai, have worked hard enough, and I want to take a break.

He published the "Notice of Resigning from the Position of President of Peking University and Leaving Beijing" in the campus newspaper, and planned to leave Peking University with his luggage.

He didn't tell anyone about leaving this time, not even Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang and others.

He just wanted to leave silently by himself, just as he came silently three years ago.

"There is no banquet in the world that will not be dissolved, and everyone always needs to pay for everything.

"The May Fourth storm and thunder is not accidental, but the trend of the times, the inevitable result, we have won, but the sky is not yet dawn.

"At most, it's a small step forward, and a tiny flame is lit.

"Leaving Peking University, in addition to the above orders, there are also my own factors in it, I am too tired.

"I'm very reluctant, but I'm very relieved, Zhongfu, Shouchang, Peking University and you, be sure to lead the students to continue to open up new ideas..."

He saw a lot of students from Peking University, the grass and trees were green, and the teenagers were just right.

There are patriotic angers, academic collisions, and a smile that belongs to youth.

He is a cultivator of education, and he is very happy to see this scene.

His voice was soft, so light that only he could hear it, with a certain expectation.

"There is still a long way to go, and I hope you will go against the light. "