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Ms. Bao Huangxiuzhi was the first to come to the stage to give a speech. She first welcomed all the guests present, even friends from the media.

Then she encouraged the students who came to the scene, and finally applauded to welcome today's speaker.

Both the guests and the students who came to the scene applauded enthusiastically.

Reporters from several media also held up their cameras.

In this good atmosphere, Liu Qingshan walked to the front desk briskly, and then the warm applause stopped abruptly, leaving only a few sparse sounds, which sounded particularly harsh.

Looking at the person on the stage who might be younger than them, the students' slaps were all frozen in the air.

They could never have imagined that the person who came here to give a lecture today was actually a young man. wWw.7

The buzzing sound of discussion immediately rang out in the venue.

During this time, there were several sharp voices: "Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

These were obviously people with ulterior motives. Liu Qingshan and HKU students only had one encounter, which was a tennis friendly match with Li Zeming.

The smile on Bao Huangxiuzhi's face was quickly replaced by seriousness. She knocked on the microphone and asked, "What is the motto of our HKU?"

"Study things and enlighten virtue."

Many students answered subconsciously. This motto has been engraved in their bones since they entered the school gate.

"Is this how everyone comes to Mingde?"

Bao Huangxiuzhi asked again, and immediately suppressed the noisy voices in the auditorium.

The school director nodded to Liu Qingshan beside him. The young man was not moved at all in the chaos just now. He still smiled and looked at the students below.

This made the school director a little ashamed: his self-restraint far exceeded those of her students.

"This is today's speaker, Mr. Liu Qingshan, from Beijing University. Like the students present here, he is also a college student."

The school director began to introduce Liu Qingshan, but she made some adjustments to her original introduction. She planned to use Liu Qingshan's example to teach her students who didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was.

As expected, the audience suddenly became chaotic again. Everyone had the same thought: we are all college students, why should we listen to you on the stage while you are speaking?

What's more, this person of the same age is from the mainland.

"You are not qualified to stand on the stage, get off the stage!"

The chaotic shouts rang out again.

This time it was obviously more inspiring, and many students also began to raise their arms and shout:

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

The voices gathered more and more, and finally gathered into a torrent, roaring and roaring in the auditorium, unstoppable.

The media who came to interview were a little stunned, but then they were happy again. The principle of their media is, of course, to watch the excitement and not be afraid of trouble.

"The public opinion is boiling and cannot be violated."

Li Zeming stood calmly in the middle of a group of students, feeling very satisfied with the scene he created.

Students are a group that is very impulsive, so he arranged for people to guide them slightly, and a flood of people appeared.

The guests sitting in the front rows also had different expressions. Some continued to sit still, while others began to shout loudly.

But they were soon drowned in the shouts of the students. Even if Huang, the lead singer of Beyond, shouted his voice hoarse, he could not stop the tide of shouts.

Boss Huo was not in a hurry. He had guessed the intention of the school director lady, so he just shook his head and sighed: "Students nowadays..."

It's strange that although the venue was noisy and became a mess, no students left.

When the wave of voices reached its peak, Ms. Bao Huang Xiuzhi tapped the microphone again, trying to close the net.

But the current situation seems a bit out of control, and the sound of the microphone can't suppress those boiling students.

The school director also felt a sense of frustration because her students seemed to have gotten out of her control.

"Ka Kui, come up and sing a song to liven up the atmosphere."

Liu Qingshan waved to the band members in the front row. Instead of shouting in vain, it was better to use their strengths.

Although the four-member band had no instruments, they walked onto the stage without hesitation. Lead singer Huang was in front, and the three behind him clapped their hands to keep the rhythm.

Lead singer Huang already understood Liu Qingshan's intention, so he did not sing the song "Boundless Oceans and Skies", but sang the English version of "The Cup of Life".

When their band was first established a few years ago, they sang English songs, and it was only in the past year that they switched to singing Cantonese songs.

The grinding rhythm of "The Cup of Life" immediately suppressed the restless voices in the audience.

Many students also swayed their bodies and sang along.

When the song was over, Huang shouted into the microphone: "Let's invite Mr. Mountain, the composer of this song, to give today's lecture."

After that, he made a gesture to Liu Qingshan: "This Mr. Liu, his English name is Mountain!"

The scene that was extremely lively just now immediately became silent. The students were still digesting this shocking news.

"Ka Kui, you have worked hard."

Liu Qingshan waved to the four-member band, and then looked at the school director.

Bao Huang Xiuzhi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but her face was still as gloomy as water.

Walking slowly to the microphone, he said, "Today, I am very disappointed, because I see that my students still have not gotten rid of the shackles of judging people by appearance..."

Liu Qingshan certainly couldn't say such words, so he could only ask the school director to help admonish these peers.

The students in the auditorium all lowered their heads and sat back in their original seats, many of them with shame on their faces.

The media present were all excited. They came here for a casual interview as a routine for the sake of the school.

Never expected that there was actually a depth bomb hidden!

And Li Zeming cursed fiercely in his heart: Shit!

He also didn't expect that the guy named Liu Qingshan was so powerful.

After he suffered a loss on the tennis court last time, he was so angry that he asked his cousin Li Dashao to help him out, but he ended up in disgrace, and the bet became a laughing stock.

So his cousin's family didn't look at him well.

He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to muddy the water today, but he ended up tasting the taste of frustration.

Although he was unwilling, Li Zeming knew that he could not stir up any waves in such an occasion today.

Then he would listen to what that guy said first, and it would be best if he could find a flaw, and then fight back. In short, he, Li Zeming, would never swallow this breath.

The school director did not say too much, and stopped at the point. After all, this was not the theme of today. The students were still young, and young people were bound to make mistakes. As a school director, she could still tolerate these children.

So she quickly announced: "Now, please invite Mr. Liu Qingshan to give today's speech."

There was no need for anyone to lead the applause, and the whole auditorium was filled with warm applause.

The other people on the stage left, leaving only Liu Qingshan.

After bowing to the audience, Liu Qingshan stood in front of the microphone very calmly. He did not have a speech script in his hand, and everything was in his mind.

"Thank you for your encouragement and encouragement. Applause represents encouragement, and different voices represent encouragement. These are what a person needs for growth, so I want to thank everyone present."

The students gradually raised their heads. They finally understood the gap between themselves and this peer.

The older guests also nodded slightly. They also had a good impression of the young man on the stage who was neither humble nor arrogant.

It is not necessarily possible for them to remain calm after such a farce.

"The theme of my speech today is the spread of culture. The core content is to spread the long-standing culture of our Chinese nation to the world..."

Liu Qingshan also began to talk freely. He was not limited to music, but a wider range of culture.

Many people with lofty ideals present listened attentively, and some of them had thought about this problem.

But they just thought about it and could not put it into practice, because it was too difficult to get to this point.

It is more difficult to ask a nation to accept the culture of another nation than to occupy their territory.

This point has been well verified in the two world wars.

Liu Qingshan's speech was not long, and when he finished, everyone was still listening with great interest.

They seemed to see a glimmer of hope and a vague path, but they felt like they were looking at flowers in the fog, which was out of reach.

Their hearts were itching and quite uncomfortable.

"National rejuvenation is the general trend, and cultural dissemination is a long and arduous task. Every descendant with the blood of Yanhuang has this responsibility and obligation. I am willing to work with you!"

Liu Qingshan bowed again, and his speech finally ended smoothly.

He did not seek to be deafening, but only hoped that he could throw a small stone on the calm lake, causing a ripple in people's hearts, so that he could do similar things intentionally or unintentionally in the future, which would be enough.

Warm applause rang out again, accompanied by many people shouting: "Mr. Liu, I have questions."

"I have questions too!"

People spoke up one after another, very enthusiastically, not only the students raised their hands, but also many guests present.

If you don't explain, I don't understand, and once you explain, I'm even more confused.

Liu Qingshan certainly expected this situation, and his speech was more about proposing an idea for people to practice.

And there are few precedents in this regard, so everyone must be full of confusion now, and of course there are many questions.

"Let's enter the question-and-answer interactive session."

Ms. Bao Huang Xiuzhi is also very satisfied now. This is what young students should look like, full of vitality and curiosity.

A school worker handed over the microphone below, and someone in the front row held out his hand, so naturally he would take care of the guests first. The middle-aged uncle stood up and took the microphone:

"Qingshan, my friend, I'm Azhan."

"Uncle Zhan, you are an old senior, please speak."

Liu Qingshan didn't dare to be arrogant, and walked off the stage with the microphone, and the two faced each other.

Uncle Zhan is now in his prime, and he will soon publish a large number of masterpieces, such as "A Man Should Be Self-reliant" and the most classic song "A Laugh in the Sea".

"My friend, you said you want to spread Chinese to the world, but foreigners can't understand it, so naturally they won't sing along. What can you do?"

Uncle Zhan is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. He directly asked his biggest question.

Liu Qingshan thought for a moment and then said: "A strong country has a strong culture, just like English, which has now become the world's most important lingua franca, is not the afterglow of an empire on which the sun never sets."

“When one day our country and nation become powerful enough to attract the attention of the world, those foreigners will naturally take the initiative to learn Chinese, and then our music, literature and art will be accepted by more countries and nations. "

Uncle Zhan nodded thoughtfully: "Just like during the Han and Tang Dynasties, when China was at its peak, naturally all nations came to visit, and they naturally learned Chinese language and culture."

"Just want to restore the original strength, how easy is it?"

Liu Qingshan also looked at him with a smile: "It may take thirty to fifty years. China will inevitably rise, and the future can be expected."

"I hope I can see this day in my lifetime, hahaha!" Uncle Zhan laughed loudly and then returned the microphone.

Of course, the vast majority of people present did not agree with Liu Qingshan's statement. In thirty to fifty years, it would be too difficult to catch up with the gap of more than three hundred years, right?

A student ran over impatiently, and the school administrator had to hand him the microphone first. The student said loudly:

"Mr. Mountain, you keep saying that you want to spread Chinese culture, but your works, like that song of life, don't feel any cultural elements of our nation. Why is this?"

This question was more acute, and Liu Qingshan was not sure whether it was what the student had in mind or whether someone had given it to him.

No matter what, we have to come back head-on.

He was still smiling: "Classmate, let me correct you first. At least the people singing this song are our compatriots."

There was a burst of low laughter around, and then Liu Qingshan said seriously:

"There is actually a problem of gradual progress. When we first read Tang poetry and Song lyrics to foreigners, they would definitely not understand, and they don't want to hear you reciting sutras."

"At least you have to become familiar with yourself first. Only then will people know you and get to know you, and then they will pay more attention to your works. Only then will you have the opportunity to spread your national culture to others, right?"

The young student's face turned a little red, because he was the type of person who didn't even have a chance now.

Liu Qingshan just stabbed the other person lightly, without any intention of holding on: "I just have a new song, which contains some tunes and lyrics of Arirang of the Xian ethnic group."

As he spoke, he hummed a few words softly:

"Hand-in-hand-we-stand

All-across-the-land…

A-Li-Lang. "

There were many composers present, and everyone's eyes lit up, and many people nodded secretly.

The boy who asked the question just now also smiled at Liu Qingshan: "Mr. Mountain, I understand. Thank you for your advice. Also, can you sign your name for me?"

At this time, someone finally couldn't hold himself back and jumped out.

Li Zeming stood up with his hands raised and shouted loudly without using a microphone:

"You said that Arirang is from the Xian ethnic group. Strictly speaking, he does not belong to our ethnic group. Mr. Mountain, your words and actions are completely different, which really makes your character questionable!"

Has this guy finally jumped out?

Liu Qingshan was neither anxious nor annoyed, he just looked at him quietly for a moment, and then said:

"The reason is very simple, because this song is written for the next Olympic Games, and has been designated as the theme song by the Seoul organizing committee. It will be sung by Cui Singer from the mainland, because he is also from the Korean ethnic group."

"What I want to say is that if our country can also host the Olympic Games, it will naturally be able to integrate its own national things into it and share it with the world. Classmate Li Zeming, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Li Zeming stood there dumbly as if he had been given a slap in the face, with only a blank left in his mind.

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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