At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

I have no regrets in this life to enter China, and I wish to be a flower planter in the next life!
These words echoed in the live broadcast room, in the high-rise buildings, and filled the night.

Empire on which the sun never sets.

In a certain taxi, a man in a suit held a tablet in his hand, with tears in his eyes, staring at the screen, chanting the same words as his compatriots thousands of miles away.

When the driver saw him crying, he was a little puzzled.

"Sir, are you all right?" (English: Sir, are you all right?)

"I'm fine, I'm just, proud of my bloodline!" (English: I'm fine. I'm just proud of my bloodline!)

"Are you a nobleman?"

In foreign countries, there are titles of nobles, and they still retain the titles of king, prince, princess, etc.Those with noble blood must be nobles in their perception.

Who knew, the man in the suit shook his head lightly, and said proudly.

"No, I'm from Huaxia."

When he heard this answer, the driver seemed a little dazed and didn't quite understand.Fortunately, he also admires China very much.

"That's something to be proud of. Huaxia is indeed very good, at least better than our current terrible country."

The man in the suit didn't answer, but stared at the screen for fear of missing every scene.

Under the pulpit, the wind blows and the clouds come.

The dust rose, and the bamboo slips were spread out on the table.

There seemed to be gleams of light on Confucius' body. Although the light was weak, for some reason, it made people unable to open their eyes and dare not look directly at Confucius.

Everything in the world seemed to be still, and at this moment, all the focus was on Confucius.

He, all eyes on him.

At this time, people unconsciously breathed a little lighter and slower, for fear of disturbing such a beautiful scene.

Even if it's just on the screen.

The disciples around had already bowed down and made great salutes to express their respect for the master.

Only Ning An used the way of modern people to represent the world more than 2000 years later, to worship Master.

This is the collision between the sages and the later generations. It is silent, but it is touching and soul-stirring.

From the beginning, Ning An did not describe Confucius' life, nor did he express how rough and difficult his life was.

How many dangers and tribulations have been encountered on the way to pursue the avenue.

Thinking back carefully, Ning An didn't seem to have said much, but just let Confucius take a look at the future generations, glanced at the disciples, and told about the status of the future generations and the respect of China.

As if that's all.

But it seems.

That's enough.

Countless people may not be able to sleep tonight. How to calm him down from the boiling blood is difficult.

But they don't care, tonight their blood is boiling for their ancestors, their hearts are beating for the sages, and our lives are burning for China!
It was also at this time, because too many people watched, countless people seemed to see an opportunity, edited the video immediately, and sent it to Douyin, spreading around like a virus, going back and forth.

In an instant, the entire vibrato is the classic Huaxia: live broadcasting the content of ancient and modern times.

Many people were confused and didn't know why, but when they came to the live broadcast room, they just felt the aura and seemed to understand everything.

In the bones, everything immersed in the blood needless to say.

It's as if Huaxia, the sleeping lion, has woken up, so why bother?When the Eastern lion wakes up, who would dare to bully him? !

The live broadcast not only attracts some ordinary viewers, but also some senior scholars, masters of Chinese studies, and historical experts.

These people usually post some culture-related videos on Douyin, hoping to arouse the interest of young people today, save the inheritance, and make them fall in love with China's ancient culture.

The past buried under the wheel of history, even some dust, is wonderful enough.

But, they failed.

After all, there is nothing comparable to beauties and handsome guys, games and entertainment.

Dull, old-fashioned, and old-fashioned are their labels.

They tried to find a way, tried hard, but failed.Just when they had given up, today gave them a surprise.

When they saw the videos of these scenes, they were excited and boiled.

Those ancient hearts that had been silent for a long time were full of vitality again, just like seeing the girl they loved when they were young and vigorous, beating crazily.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the fun, the expert sees the doorway.

These people who have been with books all their lives and immersed in history and ancient culture can see the way at a glance.

They flipped through the classics frantically and looked at the screen excitedly.

"It's all... the same, it's all... the same!!!"

They are so excited that they don't know how to express their hearts. For scholars, the greatest pursuit in this life is to see the elegance of history in the book and the glory of ancient prose.

Today, their dreams come true.

Kong Mengyao.

The inheritor of Confucian culture, the head of the new generation of Confucianism.

For the understanding and research of Confucius, he dared to say that no one can surpass him.

After all, that was his ancestor.

He is also one of the best in terms of understanding and cognition of Confucian culture, which is the rice bowl left to them by their ancestors for more than 2000 years.

At this moment, Kong Mengyao burst into tears and couldn't make a sound.

An old man in his 70s is like a child, losing all his face and demeanor.

At this moment, he is not an inheritor of Confucianism, not the head of the family, but only a descendant...

Kong Mengyao, Confucius, Mencius, Guangyao.

These burdens have weighed on him for more than 70 years. Although later generations have improved, some people still regard his Confucian culture as dross and rubbish.

It is believed that their Confucius family ruined China, without Confucius, it would be a more powerful China.

He once stood up to refute, but later, he became more and more powerless.

Because he couldn't let people know and understand, the real Confucius, the real ancestor.

Now people are being played and sucked by the companies behind the entertainment industry.

Confucius, how many people are willing to really understand it?
But today, he saw hope and saw light.

Kong Mengyao tremblingly walked to a simple and old cabinet, touched the copper lock that was older than him, and took out a key from his pocket.

crunch.

Gently twitching the drawer, the sound of the wood rubbing against each other was slightly harsh, and the sound of the copper lock bang showed its oldness.

In the drawer, there was only a piece of yellowed and old paper.

It is a sentence written with a brush, with neat antithesis and elegant handwriting. The pen is sharp, breath-taking, and smooth. It can be seen that the person who wrote it back then had the intention.

Kong Mengyao gently took out the paper, carefully flattened it, and placed it on the table.

When the whole sheet of paper was stretched out and laid flat on the table, Kong Mengyao smiled foolishly, and there was a bright smile on his wrinkled, wrinkled face like an orange peel, just like back then.

There were still tears in his eyes.

"Okay, that's great, you're still here, and so am I."

"I thought that this life would be a regret, but I never thought that when I was about to enter the earth, I could see the light of my ancestors again."

"Ning An, I remember, he is a good boy, I will do everything I can to help him, thank him for rectifying the name of my Kong family and the name of our ancestors!"

Although the old voice was small, it was extremely firm, and the crooked body revealed a little light, and gradually straightened up.

Outside the window, the wind blew up at some point, and the withered and yellow leaves on the ground were slowly dancing and rippling in the wind, as if playing a song. It was extremely beautiful. The leaves danced with the rhythm. Floating in from outside, it happened to land on that piece of paper...

Through the gaps in the leaves, the sun shines on it.

The black pen and ink was printed on the yellowed paper, as if it had come to life, unexpectedly, it was shocking.

"As a descendant of the Confucian family, I must live up to the glory of my ancestors and do my best to fight for the glory of Chinese culture!"

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Gengxu year.

Kong Mengyao...