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Liu Qingshan also jumped onto the guardrail, and then saw that among the crowd, there were hundreds of strange-looking people sitting on the road.

Unlike the well-dressed people in the city, most of the men in these people were topless, with various ornaments hanging on their chests, and various marks on their bodies and faces.

The women inside were also wearing robes, and their bodies were also covered with ornaments.

Some people held signs in their hands, but they were a little far away, so Liu Qingshan couldn't see the words on the signs clearly.

Some people shouted loudly, probably in the language of their own ethnic group, so he couldn't understand.

There was also a very eye-catching old man in the crowd, wearing a feather crown full of feathers. It seemed that he might be an elder with a higher status in the tribe, or a chieftain.

Looking at their yellow skin and black hair, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt very close.

Indians are indeed yellow people, and they may even have the same blood as the yellow people living in China.

Although the American continent and the Eurasian continent are completely separated, in fact, the Bering Strait connecting the two continents is only more than 100 miles wide.

If it is extremely cold, the Bering Strait is frozen, and people can walk from the Eurasian continent to the American continent on ice.

At this time, the police have rushed into the scene. This parade has paralyzed the traffic of the entire city by a small part, and it must be resolved immediately.

But facing these Indians, the police are helpless, not to mention them, even the president can't do anything.

This is the most sensitive issue. The method of using violence to disperse is definitely not feasible. I don't know how many people will criticize it.

Then we can only change to persuasion and negotiation. It is best to invite these uncles to the city hall and have a good chat with those officials.

Unexpectedly, these Indians were very stubborn and waved the signs in their hands, which read:

"Give us back the land we lost."

The police had a headache. The leader was Chief Fred of the Southern Division of the Los Angeles Police Department. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and wanted to kneel down to these uncles.

Chief Fred had also seen big scenes. He knew that if this situation continued, it would definitely become more and more troublesome. If someone else took advantage of the situation, it might cause a big mess.

It seemed that they had to send out Team D and invite these guys to the car first.

Team D was the number of their special police team.

At this time, there was a continuous roar in the sky. As the huge roar got closer and closer, everyone looked up and saw a helicopter hovering in the sky with the letters CBS printed on it.

Fred immediately cursed in his heart: Damn Columbia Broadcasting Company, why are these guys here to join in the fun.

He knew it best. These media were like sharks smelling blood. They would appear wherever an incident broke out.

Looking at this situation, it must be a live broadcast.

Live broadcast, Fred immediately put away the idea of ​​using force just now. This matter was beyond his authority. Let's wait for the higher-ups to solve it.

The helicopter lowered the ladder, and a young female reporter climbed down skillfully and landed in the middle of the group of Indians. She held a microphone in her hand and started to talk.

It seems that being a reporter is not easy. Sometimes you even need to have the skills of a special forces soldier.

At the same time, this beautiful woman appeared on many TV sets, and her sweet but somewhat wild voice:

"Dear viewers, I am your old friend Linda. I am now in the Downey neighborhood of Los Angeles, broadcasting live for you..."

"We can see that there are about a hundred indigenous people on the scene. Their demands are simple. They just want their land back."

"We all know that they were originally the owners of this land, but why can't the government meet their legitimate demands..."

This reporter named Linda made an impassioned speech. For the TV station, standing from the perspective of the indigenous people, it is politically correct.

There is a reason why the term indigenous people is used instead of Indians, because the term Indians itself is somewhat insulting.

After introducing the situation on the scene, Linda began to interview the indigenous people. Some of them could speak English and they all gestured with their hands.

From the expressions on their faces, the audience could feel their inner anger across the TV screen.

It's just that the history they talked about is a bit old, starting from several centuries ago, and it is estimated that they will not be finished until dark.

These aborigines are also quite interesting. Some people said that the people around were not idle either. They took out the very ancient musical instruments of their ethnic group and played them beside them with sobs, just like accompaniment.

The instruments in their hands include flutes and panpipes, as well as okari similar to the xiao, jungle drums, etc., and the sound is distant and desolate.

Even on the streets of big cities, when they play, it seems to bring people into the vast forest.

When thinking about the miserable experiences of these aborigines, the music sounds even more sad and desolate, making the audience in front of the TV feel alone and shed tears.

At the scene, Liu Qingshan also felt his nose sour, and Sister Zhang beside him was already sobbing softly.

And Lao Cui also had red eyes. Those who engage in music are more emotional.

Lao Cui twitched his nose hard: "We really should do something!"

"Can you give them land?" Sister Zhang retorted dissatisfiedly, with a strong nasal voice, which she probably rubbed just now.

Liu Qingshan suddenly spoke up: "It is true that we cannot give them food and land, but we can make our voice heard and appeal to the government and the world!"

"Boss, you can't go. If we join in, the nature will be different?"

Although Sister Zhang is usually careless, she is still very clear on key issues.

"I'm talking about using music to make your voice heard. Let's go on the stage that belongs to us together!"

Liu Qingshan had already taken extremely determined steps, humming an ancient melody to the two of them as he walked.

The melody is not complicated. The two have been immersed in music for a long time, and Lao Cui is a singer-songwriter, so it is not difficult to master it.

After a lot of effort, they squeezed to the front, but there was a row of heavily armed police in front of them, blocking their way.

Although the police did not dare to provoke the aborigines, they were not polite to these spectators. A special police officer pointed his eyes at Liu Qingshan and the three of them and shouted: "Stop!"

Liu Qingshan raised his hands: "We have a way to convince those aborigines."

"Are you Indians too?" The SWAT officer looked at their skin color with some confusion.

Liu Qingshan nodded accordingly: "Yes, we are aborigines who have integrated into modern society, but we have a common language."

The special police didn't dare to make up their mind and quickly reported to the sergeant.

Fred was also dubious, but looking at Sister Zhang's afro and Lao Cui's long hair, he felt that she looked quite Indian.

So after a brief search, the three aborigines were let in.

Anyway, he has no other options now, so why not give it a try? What if he succeeds? 7K妏揩

"Are you also aborigines? Are you here to support your partners?" A microphone was poked in front of Liu Qingshan. It was Linda, the host. She discovered new material and hurriedly came over for an interview.

Liu Qingshan really didn't know that a live broadcast was being conducted. He said noncommittally: "I think everyone has the right to fight for survival and freedom."

When he appeared on TV, Liu Qingshan's old friend, the famous car designer Mr. Thomas, was sitting on the sofa at home watching TV.

Suddenly seeing Liu Qingshan's figure appear on the screen, Thomas was so startled that he jumped up from the sofa:

"Oh, that's incredible, Liu, my friend, when did you become an Indian?"

And Xiao Li, who was in the innermost layer of the crowd, whistled hard: "Liu, what you said is great!"

This guy was afraid of chaos in the world, so he kept pushing in. After being stopped by the special police, this guy was still yelling:

"I also have Aboriginal blood flowing in my body. My old grandmother is a great Aboriginal woman!"

It is estimated that if his blond old grandmother watched TV, she would be so angry that she would beat her with a cane.

The host Linda was also stunned when Liu Qingshan said: She is worthy of being an aborigine who has received modern civilized education, and she speaks well.

She was about to exchange a few more words when she saw the three newcomers already walking towards the old chief.

The old chief sat on the ground, looked at Liu Qingshan calmly, and said in English:

"Children, thank you for your support, but you are not my tribe. Please leave this place of right and wrong."

With the old man's eyes, he could certainly tell that although these three people were also of the yellow race, they were definitely not from their tribe.

Liu Qingshan bowed slightly: "Elder, please allow us to use music to make our voices heard in the world."

After saying that, he picked up a flute from the ground beside the old chief.

This is an instrument invented and used by the Indians. It is usually called the "gaina flute" by them. It is a recorder.

Lao Cui, on the other hand, begged an okari from an aborigine, tried it in his mouth, and quickly figured out the tone.

This thing is somewhat similar to the ancient xun from China. They are the most primitive musical instruments and are easier to play.

Sister Zhang took a look and asked for a panpipe. Panpipes were also used in ancient China. In Qu Yuan's Nine Songs, there is a line like "Who cares when the wind blows unevenly?"

The unevenness here refers to the pan flute. The row of flute pipes is uneven.

What are these subsequent aborigines going to do? The female host Linda was a little strange and quickly called the on-site director to focus the camera on Liu Qingshan and the others.

I saw the three people sitting slowly on the ground in a "pin" shape, with Liu Qingshan in the middle, slowly raising the Gaina flute: "This song is dedicated to the last Mohicans."

The Mohicans are a group of Indians who were almost exterminated due to massacre.

Liu Qingshan originally liked this piece of music very much. He even bought a Gaina flute online and practiced it specially.

But now, because of my martial arts practice, my breath is longer and thicker, and I can play it more easily.

The desolate and distant sound of the gana flute sounded, and then the sounds of panpipes and okari gradually blended in.

The people around them felt a vast and ancient aura coming towards them, as if it was a call from the ancient times.

Accompanied by the sad melody, all the Indians present shed tears. This music, like the ancient ancestors, is calling the soul of every Indian descendant.

The old chief looked up at the sky. He raised his palms and slowly knelt on the ground.

The tribesmen did not dare to neglect, and they all made the same gesture.

They will not kneel down to anyone. Even the butcher knife of the invaders did not make them surrender.

They kneel down to their ancestors, to this ancient nation, to the glory, humiliation, massacre, and tragedy they have experienced...

Liu Qingshan's chest seemed to be surging with fire, and the Gaina flute in his hand seemed to be blown apart by him.

"Hey, ah, ah, ah..."

Liu Qingshan shouted suddenly, desolate as a wolf.

The souls of hundreds of Indians seemed to be ignited, and they shouted in unison: "Hey, ah, ah, ah..."

Whether it was the people present or the audience in front of the TV, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the surface of their skin.

Everyone seemed to have something ignited deep in their hearts.

In front of the TV, I don't know how many viewers followed and shouted unwillingly and sadly.

Beside Xiao Li, Mr. Jackson from the record company also raised his hands and roared hard until he ran out of breath.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he murmured to himself: "This is music that needs to be listened to on knees!"

Liu Qingshan and his three companions continued to play, as if they were telling the rise and fall of a nation.

Everyone has his own country and nation, so they all felt the same and were deeply moved by the music.

Old Cui and Sister Zhang, who played with Liu Qingshan, had a more personal experience. They could feel that the boss's playing skills were actually very poor, that is, the entry level, which was much worse than theirs.

However, such a tune does not require any technique at all, it is the music of the soul.

A brand new world of music slowly opened its door in their minds.

Both of them had a feeling: this experience would allow them to enter the hall and enter a higher music hall...

I don't know how long it has been, as if I have experienced the long history of the rise and fall of a nation.

I don't know how long Liu Qingshan and his companions have stopped playing, and everyone is still immersed in the atmosphere just now.

It was not until they saw the old chief leading the tribe and bowing slightly to Liu Qingshan and his three companions that people reacted.

No one applauded, no one cheered, and everyone present bowed slightly.

It seemed that only in this way could they express their admiration.

Liu Qingshan also returned the greeting to the old chief: "Elder, you can now take your people back to your gathering place and wait for news."

The old chief nodded, his eyes full of tears and smiles:

"Thank you, our friends, welcome to visit us, you will always be our friends."

The old chief finally led his people away. They walked in the modern city, and their backs gradually merged into the sea of ​​traffic, looking so desolate and tragic...

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning and rumbling thunder.

It was 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 bloody rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

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

The white fur had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole 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, and sometimes vigilantly observing the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement will cause it to fly away instantly.

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