Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Such a scene can be seen with the eyes, and everyone has a warm and happy smile on their faces.

Confucius stood beside Ji Dong, thinking of what he had seen.

In the village, weeds are all over the outside of every house.

There are three-year-olds who don't know their parents.

There is a 60-year-old man who has no one to support him.

Even in the capital city, people dare not open the door at will.

And such a scene, such a happy scene.

He never saw it.

Confucius trembled and took two steps forward, his eyes full of emotion.

Such a scene is really precious to someone like him who has experienced troubled times.

Confucius stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold the scene in front of him.

With a trembling voice, he said slowly, "Okay."

"it is good."

"Everyone loves each other, this is benevolence, this is benevolence!"

The barrage watched this scene, and many people shed tears in front of the screen.

"I was moved. To be honest, this kind of warmth not only touched my master, but also moved me."

"Stop talking, after watching TV, go home and cook!"

"I'm touched. I haven't been back for a long time. I've already bought a plane ticket. I'll go home later!"

"I seem to see the tears of the master. Such a scene is really precious to the master."

"I'm so touched, after watching TV, I want to call my mother!"

In the CCTV, Sun Hao and Director Li were also sitting in front of the screen.

Sun Hao wiped his tears and reached out to pat Master Li on the shoulder.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I'll give you a vacation and go back to stay with my aunt for a few days."

Master Li nodded, with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, Director, I'll go back some time."

Sun Hao nodded, and when he looked at the screen, he didn't forget to add a sentence.

"Don't forget to bring me some old sauerkraut made by my aunt."

Director Li was moved for a moment.

"I knew, Old Sun, that you must be cheating when you speak so suddenly!"

Director Li snorted, and then turned his gaze back to the screen.

in the screen.

Lin Yi looked at Confucius with a smile and said, "The second lover is the love for strangers."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, a voice came from behind the two of them.

"Hello, can I help you?"

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, then turned to look in the direction of the voice.

The city wall in front of them disappeared, and behind them became a square lit with lights.

Several boys and girls wearing red hats and red vests were sitting on stools. At the table in front of them stood a foreigner with a backpack and a map. He pointed to the map and asked:

"How to go here?"

"There is a station in front of you that can be reached directly. You can take 217, and you will be there in two stops."

"OK, thanks."

The foreigner nodded his thanks, the girl responded with a smile and waved goodbye.

Confucius stood where he was. He couldn't understand the conversation between the two, but seeing the girl's smile and the smile of the person who had passed away, he could also feel the kindness flowing between the two.

"Who are they? Why do they all wear the same clothes?" Confucius looked at the boys and girls in red vests, and then at Ji Dong.

"These people, in our time, are called volunteers."

"They are people who are obliged to help others, as long as you need help, they will help you."

There was some light in Confucius' eyes.

"They don't get paid?"

"No, they did it because of the kindness and benevolence in their hearts."

Ji Yi waved his hand, and the scene in front of him changed again.

Confucius' eyes were full of shock as he looked at the scene in front of him.

There is a small alley in front of you, and a car is parked at the entrance of the alley.

The original group of boys and girls were getting out of a car.

"Xiao Wang, help me take down the rice. I'll bring the oil to the uncle first." A girl picked up a bucket of oil, then turned and walked into the alley.

"Okay, you go first, I'll be here in a while!"

Confucius looked at the scene in front of him with doubts in his eyes.

"What are they doing?"

Standing beside Confucius, Ji Dong explained: "They are helping some old people who are lonely and widowed, and some people who need help."

The doubts in Confucius' eyes were even more serious.

"Those people, what does it have to do with them?"

Lin Yi shook his head.

Confucius took a deep breath, his eyes showing a bit of longing.

"In the State of Lu, even if I strongly advocate the theory of benevolence, people will not help those who have nothing to do with them."

"When people have relatives, they only love relatives."

"In future generations, everyone is really so cute? Everyone is close?"

Confucius turned his head to look at Ji Dong, seemingly unbelievable.

Lin Yi nodded.

"Yes, everyone in the future generations is a member of a country, a member of a family."

"If one side has something to do, the eight sides will come to help."

"If one person is in trouble, tens of thousands will come to help."

Confucius looked in front of him again, and he murmured: "If one side has something to do, the eight sides will come to help."

"When one person is in trouble, tens of thousands come to help."

"Okay, that's great!"

In front of the screen, a teenager suddenly stood up. He put his phone on the table and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

"Hi, what help do you need?"

An old man stood in front of the boy. The old man looked at the boy with a smile, and took a bottle of water from the package he carried with him and put it on the table.

"It's nothing, but you helped me find my wallet last time and bought you a bottle of water. Thank you, young man."

The young man smiled honestly.

"You're welcome, Auntie, this is what I should do."

The old man waved his hands, then walked aside.

The boy sat down again and shyly put the water into his schoolbag.

Then the boy turned on the phone, and it was "Collection" in the phone.

On the screen, Confucius couldn't recover for a long time, he was deeply shocked by Ji Dong's answer.

In this era, people don't only love their relatives, and they don't only have children, which is already the society he expects.

Confucius looked at the car in front of him.

The young boy was moving the rice out of the rear compartment.

He seemed to want to help, so he reached out and carried a bag of rice on his shoulder.

But because the rice is a bit heavy, as soon as it was thrown on the shoulders, the boy's figure began to shake.

He gritted his teeth, and the rice bag was a little precarious on his body.

Confucius looked at it, and reached out his hand to help him hold the rice bag, but when he was about to touch the bag, he stretched out an equally old hand from the side.

"Child, slow down!"

The boy looked back at the old grandfather who came to help, smiled, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa, I can do it!"

At this time, those people who were carrying things turned back from the alley, saw the boy, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, slow down, if it doesn't work, we will help you."

"That's right, don't force yourself, we can do it."

The boy looked at the old man behind him who was helping to support the rice bag, and then looked at the senior in front of him who was older than him. He smiled and said, "I can do it."

"I want to help you too!"

The boy was carrying a bag of rice, with firm eyes, and walked step by step into the alley. Everyone looked at each other, eyes full of kindness and relief.

"Then I'll help you up!"

"I'm coming too!"

"I'll help you too!"