Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

Under the camera, Mr. Gu turned around, looked at the seats of Great Powers such as Britain, the United States and France, and shook his head questioningly.

"Why, why do you give China's Shandong to Japan!"

"The Huaxia people have done their utmost to benevolent and righteous. I want to ask, who can accept such a contract that humiliates the country?!"

Speaking of this, he felt his body trembling uncontrollably, finally closed his eyes, and said in despair.

"So, we refuse to sign!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even the British and American powers above were a little surprised by China's choice.

However, all of this is not important, even without this meeting, they will still use another form to achieve their goals.

"Please remember."

On the high platform, Mr. Gu was talking, his ears were still noisy, don't raise the volume of his voice, his eyes slowly scanned the audience, as if he wanted to remember their appearance, and he said loudly.

"Please remember!

"Huaxia people will never forget this painful day."

Afterwards, he closed the unequal treaty in front of him heavily, and walked out of the venue without saying a word.

For a while, in front of the TV, countless Chinese viewers in the live broadcast room saw this and said loudly.

"never forget!!!"

At this moment, the flame that Mr. Gu ignited 100 years ago has spread to the hearts of every Chinese son and daughter today.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

In the picture, it is night, and the bleak moonlight covers the earth like frost and snow.

Lost and lost, Mr. Gu walked on the streets of a foreign country like a ghost.

He drank a lot, and now it seems that only alcohol can relieve the painful heart.

At this moment, he leaned on the railing by the river, looked at his distorted reflection on the water, and said as if talking to himself.

"Gu Weijun, you know, you have no face...you have no face to go back..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Gu covered his eyes, and there was a whimper in his throat.

At this moment, no one understands the pain of a foreign official who is thousands of miles away and unable to restore the sovereignty and dignity of the motherland.

Last night, he also dreamed about the successful negotiation and the glorious return to China, but unfortunately, it was just a dream after all
However, at this time.

A magnetic Chinese voice came to my ears.

"Mr. Gu."

Hearing this, he opened his drunken eyes and turned to look at the person coming.

I saw that the other party was wearing a black tunic suit, a young and handsome Chinese.

The white-haired old man beside him was much more strange. He was wearing an ancient Chinese gown, but his whole person revealed a sense of righteousness.

"You are?"

He asked suspiciously, and even suspected that he was dreaming.

Seeing this, both Gao Yang and Zheng He spoke.

"Old Zheng He, I admire Mr. Gu's speech today."

"Junior Gao Yang, I have admired Mr. Gu's name for a long time. When we met today, I wanted to invite Mr. Gu to meet a group of people."

Hearing this, Gu Weijun frowned and asked, not understanding the intention of this mysterious young man.

"who?"

Seeing this, Gao Yang said with a look of pride in his eyes.

"Like Mr., the people of China who have not forgotten this painful day."

The reason why he came to see Mr. Gu was to let the other party see that he chose not to sign, which would be an endless encouragement to future generations.

More than 100 years later, when China once again faced unfair treatment.

Huaxia's foreign officials did not tolerate it for a moment, but chose to fight back forcefully, and the situation was turbulent!
You are not qualified to talk to Huaxia like this!
under the lens.

Whether it was Mr. Gu or the audience in front of the TV, their hearts were shaken, and their eyes showed anticipation.

this moment.

Mr. Gu rubbed his drunken eyes vigorously, and couldn't help asking.

"Those foreign officials who speak out for China, where are they?"

"After 100 years."

Gao Yang said lightly, but his tone was firm, and there was a bright color in his dark eyes.

He has seen it and is proud of it.

"One hundred... years later..."

Hearing this, Mr. Gu murmured, a little confusion suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he seemed to understand something in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't help laughing out loud, as if mocking himself.

"Hahaha, a dream once in a hundred years, drunk in the world, absurd, ridiculous, Gu Weijun, you can only use such an illusory dream to comfort yourself..."

As he said that, he also thought that everything was just a drunken dream, and the turbulent drunkenness surged into his heart again, his whole face was full of exhaustion, and he said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, I died under the guns of those 14 Chinese laborers, and became a wild ghost wandering in this foreign country..."

Mr. Gu stared at the silent river under the bridge in a daze. He couldn't tell the difference between ideal and reality, and great confusion filled his mind.

I obviously still have my heart beating, but I feel like the blood in my whole body is frozen, and I don't know where to go.

I just remember that the direction of my hometown is full of angry flames.

That was the anger of [-] million Chinese people, an anger that I had no face to face.

For thousands of years, no matter what kind of oppression they have encountered, the people of Liming have been struggling to support them. As long as the land exists, they will always have hope for the future.

However, if you want to split the ancient land to foreigners, it is more cruel than killing them.

Seeing this scene, countless people feel sad not so much for Mr. Gu, but also for the 14 Chinese workers and for the barren China that was there.

"Desperate, no matter how hard you argue, it's useless. People don't care about your international laws. Only with big fists can you have the right to speak."

"Being an envoy to a strong country is not humble, and facing a weak country is not arrogant. At the top, you can save the face of a big country, and at the bottom, you can protect the dignity of a small country. You can stay thousands of miles away from the motherland and fight for her dignity and interests. This is the real foreign official! !!"

"Every time I mention that year, I feel that I can hear the cries of countless people on the land of China that day, holding high the flame of hope!"

"Yes, it is to suppress the resistance of 2000 years, save China, start to break the feudal shackles of 2000 years, and usher in a new era!"

At that time, on the land of Huaxia, there were angry cries one after another, representing the vast number of people at the bottom of society who had been oppressed and bullied for a long time. In order to defend this ancient land, they made an earth-shattering cry.

At this moment, everyone was like Mr. Gu, ringing in their ears and stirring in their hearts.

under the lens.

Facing Gu Weijun who thought all of this was a dream, Gao Yang continued to speak with calm eyes.

"Mr. Gu, if a hundred years later, China and the big powers negotiate again, will you meet again?"

As soon as these words came out, a light suddenly appeared in Gu Weijun's lonely eyes.

He braced his drunken body, stood up, and said to Gao Yang with a wry smile.

"Okay, since it's a dream, I'd like to see what China will be in 100 years from now..."

Speaking of this, he was actually a little nervous, afraid that all this humiliation would happen again.

But after a while, Mr. Gu heard today's humiliation again, and infinite anger burned in his eyes again, and he couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

"No, no, 100 years later, Huaxia will definitely stand up, will definitely stand up, will definitely stand up..."

He said it several times in a row, as if he was trying to cheer up his now lost soul.

At this moment, Mr. Gu didn't hesitate any more, he fixed his gaze on Gao Yang, he didn't care whether it was a dream or not, and asked directly.

"I want to see, I want to listen, 100 years later, the voice of China's diplomacy!"

His eyes were burning with longing.

The cause that I did not achieve, did the descendants of Huaxia achieve it?