For a country that does not admit its crimes, but also beautifies history.

"Face Me Up" is just the beginning.

Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, and the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed?!

This is an emotion.

In fact, it is also hidden in the documents on the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Japan that year.

The first sentence of the Sino-Japanese Joint Statement: China and Japan are neighbors separated by a strip of water.

The word with water, at first glance, may not be bad.

But take a closer look at the origin of this idiom.

will deeply admire the cleverness of the leader's speech - Emperor Wen of Sui was about to dominate the world, and only the Chen Dynasty in the south remained.

A shivering Chen Dynasty prayed for peace.

Emperor Wen of Sui replied: I am the parent of the people, how can I limit myself to one piece of clothing and water and not save me?

It means that I, as the parents of the people of the whole country, should I watch the people of the south suffer and not save them because there is a Yangtze River as narrow as a cloth belt?

Afterward.

Sui extinguished Nan Chen.

This idiom, in the style of painting in history, has always been full of murderous atmosphere:

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"Southern History: Chen Jixia": "Emperor Wen of Sui said that the servant shot Gao Gong and said: 'I am the parent of the people, how can I limit myself to one piece of clothing and water without saving me?" (then destroyed Nan Chen).

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"The Biography of Pan Mei in the History of the Song Dynasty": "The United States was edicted, and tens of thousands of people were expected to win, so how could it be limited to this one piece of water and not the right way?" (then broke the enemy army)

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"The History of the Old Five Dynasties: Li Jianji Biography" :(Jin General) insisted and shouted: How can there be a cloth with water, and the thief is like this!

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Thus.

The style of this idiom is that when I say this, there is a desire to destroy you, and I can always do what I say.

It can be called the ancient version of 'don't say it unpredicted'.

The diplomatic rhetoric is clearly written, and naturally there is no intention of giving up.

It's just that the time has not yet come.

In particular, Dongying still refuses to admit his crimes, and even beautifies history in textbooks, which makes him even more resigned.

Qin Huai was completely tolerant and did not come.

So it's not unreasonable for Qin Huai to be so straightforward and explicit and not show affection.

Because every time I think of those unspeakable crimes, I can't be at peace!

Qin Huai is not qualified to forgive those babies who died, for those women who died, for those old people who died, for those children who died, for those soldiers who died in battle, and for those soldiers who were turned into lonely souls......

The only thing he can do is to remember this history for his ancestors.

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Jinling City.

Qin Huai's residence.

"Qin Shi Huang Terracotta Warriors and Horses Wood Carving Group" and "Face Me" have returned.

Tomorrow is the Day of National Shame of the 918 Incident.

"Face Me Up" will be exhibited at the Jinling Provincial Museum.

Now, the state has designated this day as a day of mourning, and the people of the whole country will mourn and encourage on this day.

It's a spirit.

When the city's air defense sirens sounded.

Qin Huai and Shang Ya both closed their eyes, even with the little guy.

There was no sound.

Silent.

With three minutes.

Remembering a piece of history.

There is no need to be blinded by hatred, just to comfort the spirits of our ancestors in heaven with our hearts, and sincerely declare that we will hand over a healthy and energetic China to the next 5,000 years.

Please tell yourself quietly, too.

We are descendants of the dragon.

Don't insult yourself.

Don't forget the century-old national humiliation.

Don't take 5,000 years into account.

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The next day.

A day of leisure to watch the clouds roll up, the flowers bloom and fall.

In the blink of an eye, night came.

Shang Ya and Qin Huai sat on the platform by the pool, ready to enjoy the moon and taste tea.

After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

It's the full moon.

White clouds in the sky,

The moon is on the ground,

Burning incense and boiling tea,

Reading the scriptures,

Vulgar thoughts are donated,

The dust is washed.

——Chen Jiru, "The Story of a Small Window"

Qin Huai smiled faintly.

Shang Ya's green and white fingers jumped on the teacup and Mansheng pot, and when the green tea was sprinkled, she was graceful and elegant.

Such a beautiful day, there are two little cute babies on the side as light bulbs......

Qin Huai got up.

Take out a bottle of pure grain liquor from the wine cabinet. poured half a lamp for the two cute babies and put it in front of the two cute babies.

The two cute babies looked at the cup cutely.

Swallowed saliva.

"Drink it...... After drinking, Dad will take you to sleep. ”

Qin Huai's voice was gentle and coaxed, and he was serious.

Shang Ya was dumbfounded.

I remember that when the two cute babies were born, Qin Huai's father took care of them day and night, and he was so gentle!

Now that I'm older, I'm starting to be not biological.

You can figure out this kind of sassy operation!

However, Qin Huai's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the two cute babies with a bright smile.

The two cute babies were sipping, and after a while, the little face became red, and the steps were staggering, lying on the ground dizzy, with a smirk on the corner of the mouth, which looked more and more cute.

The corners of Qin Huai's lips raised slightly, scooped up the two cute babies, threw them on the small bed, covered the quilt, pulled up the gauze tent, and then sat back in front of Shang Ya easily.

Quietly watch Shang Ya make tea.

Clean hands.

Gifts.

Sitting.

Meditation.

Wan Er smiled.

Start brewing.

Fragrant and mellow, three feet around the beam, a bowl of fragrant tea, gradually presented.

A cup of tea, a plate of fruits, a bouquet of flowers, life is only beautiful.

"Please ......"

Shang Ya raised her eyebrows.

"This is how the ancient emperors did not come to the early dynasty. ”

Qin Huai smiled slightly, it was really corrosive!

"Jia Si comes suddenly, books can be drunk, chivalrous love, clouds can be given away. I'll carve you a white cloud trinket. ”

Qin Huai turned around and took out a carving knife and a piece of white jade.

Sit at the table.

Under the white moon in the clear sky, the evening breeze is blowing, and the incense burner rises with clouds and smoke.

Qin Huai was so dedicated to carving the jade material on his hands.

The idea of the heart and the expression of the hand have been tacitly identical.

This carving technique.

High degree of professional proficiency.

The movements are subdued and abrupt, very rhythmic, almost Taoist.

A little time.

A knuckle-sized pendant appears in the palm of the hand, and the auspicious cloud lines are engraved on the jade, and the lines are soft and soothing, which looks pleasing to the eye.

It contains a simple, yet affectionate sense of engraving.

Small works.

Also moving.

That's the charm of the master.

This aesthetic is almost mountain-topping.

"If you use the gold inlay jade process to inlay it once, the gold wire will flow away on the jade, and it will be more beautiful. ”

"I like it all~"

Shang Ya smiled and held the little cloud in the palm of her hand.

Stirring the heart or Qin Huai's little brother will tease.

Love words of 'I love you'.

With the artist, there are a variety of higher, more artistic expressions.

It's not so much that they have a masterful taste for art.

It's better to say.

They have an innate ability to speak love words.

For example, the ups and downs of the lines let you hear the rhythm and rhythm of the carving knife, let you feel the emotional fluctuations of nine shallow and one deep, and let you feel the two heavens of ice and fire......

I remember a pianist Horowitz said: I want to use the piano to have ^_^ sex with the audience, and when Lang Lang played the piano, many viewers said that they could feel the high ^_^ tide.

That's the beauty of art.

And an artist like Qin Huai's little brother, who has high appearance, good temperament, good voice, and sexy Adam's apple, is a walking ancient Chinese medicine.

Qin Huai was wiping his hands.

Eyes fell on the incense burner.

An incense burner like Penglai Wonderland suddenly appeared in my mind.

He felt that he could make a copy.

But.

At this time, Shang Ya quietly lay on his shoulder, the jade legs under his clothes rubbed against Qin Huai's body, his eyes were like silk, and under the torn clothes, a snow-white half-arc rippled, plump as juice.

"Xianggong ~ Qin Gongzi ~ Do you want to continue to feel the waist of the little woman Red Mansion and the strength of the Water Margin?"

Shang Ya was frantically tempted in front of Qin Huai.