Here, Shen Bujiao can't see a little dignity, she knows that it is still difficult for these people to live, in the face of survival, what is dignity?

She understood, but her heart was still blocked, making her a little breathless, like pressing a big stone, which was the compassion for fellow human beings and the respect for life that surged in her blood.

Every life deserves to be treated kindly.

There were still one or two people standing on the side of the street, the older one was wearing a white gown, a black horse coat, and a black hat on his head, with dark skin, a face full of vicissitudes, deformed eyes, and blind, holding the boy's hand.

The boy's feet were bare, and he held the man's hand and an old lute on his back, and the two sang in the street, but business was not good, and no one stopped in front of them.

In general, people's lives are very poor, life is hard, hunger and cold, the difficulties of life bend their spines, their eyes are numb and indifferent, and they seem to see no hope of life.

He Yu took her all the way forward, and soon came to an area, which was exactly like two worlds from what she saw before, with a gentle smile on the faces of the people here, suits and leather shoes and robes and horse coats rubbed side by side, European and American languages and Chinese languages were mottled, of course, Shen Bujiao didn't understand European and American languages, and he didn't understand what European and American languages were at all, he could only see some strange-looking people who didn't know anything, and He Yu didn't understand either, she only knew that those were foreigners.

The children of wealthy people who spend a lot of money, the cheongsam women who are graceful, the handsome and elegant upper-class nobles, the smiling daughters and celebrities, the newsstands on the street are full of foreign-language magazines with beautiful covers, and there are new trendy blockbusters in the cinema......

On both sides of the street, on the left side is a magnificent European-style street, the high-rise buildings in the middle of the podium arch on both sides, the neon signs with different words on the roof, the shops on the ground floor have built awnings, the podium is on the "Shadow Hotel" signboard, there are cars driving in the center of the street, rickshaws and pedestrians on both sides, in good order.

Shen Bujiao was puzzled, "Why is this place completely different from the previous place?" Whether it is the structure of the house, the way he dresses, or the mental outlook of Rao, there is a difference.

It's just a few steps away, but it's like a trench, one is at ease in the hall, and the other is struggling in hell.

He Yu's eyes were gloomy, and he smiled bitterly, "Because this is the concession." ”

"Where is the concession?" Shen Bujiao had never heard of this word.

"Concession is to "lease" one's own land to other countries, and foreign countries can have their own legal, administrative, judicial, and other rights in the leased land. ”

Shen Bujiao was surprised, "Isn't that equivalent to China?"

He Yu looked at the magnificent European-style buildings and smiled sadly, "Yes, China." She turned her head to look directly at Shen Bujiao, "Look, how free the invaders are in our country, look at it again, the people of our own country are not well fed, clothed, and they have to be slaves to these foreign devils, this is our country, what they are stepping on is our land, but they treat the owner of this land like this, aren't you funny?"

He Yu laughed, but her face was already full of tears, "You, aren't you funny?" she roared hoarsely, as if she wanted to shout out all her unwillingness and indignation, squatted down, hugged her head and cried, crying heartbreakingly. あ七^八Chinese ヤ~(8)~1~ωωω.7\8z*òм

Shen Bujiao couldn't find words of comfort, and no matter how much he said, he would be pale and powerless in the face of this situation.

She looked at the bustling crowd, among them there were many celebrities and scholars in the upper class of Chinese society, who were drunk and dreamed of death in the gorgeous dreams woven by foreigners, the warlords who were divided by the heroes and the warlords, and the toiling masses who were hungry and cold, and skinny, as if they had nothing to do with them.

How many people are struggling to survive on the line of life and death, just to live, how many people are chanting between pushing cups and changing lamps, just for entertainment.

"Do you still love this country?" Shen Bujiao's deep eyes stared into the distance, his tone was flat, but it was like a hammer smashing on He Yu's heart.

She slowly raised her head and asked herself, do you still love Huaxia? Since Yuan Shikai's death, the Beijing government has basically been controlled by the Anhui warlords, and Yuan Shikai's death has put an end to the general unification of the Beiyang clique, and the group has begun to split, and the big warlords in various localities have all divided one side and are desperately expanding their own strength, and most of the various government agencies have become formalities.

The competition of interests between warlords, the game between politicians, and the fierce eye of the great powers, as long as the soldiers are well armed, they are not willing to be subservient to others and begin to compete for territory. Even if the people are displaced, ten rooms and nine empty, the high-level people can't see it, they are blinded by interests and rights, and foreigners are unscrupulous and arrogant in China's territory, is the current China still China?

Every moment and every moment of her compatriots have died of hunger, cold, beatings, abuse, and war, how long can the city she is standing in last without being affected by the war?

"Loved. He Yu trembled, stood up slowly but firmly, and said word by word, "No matter what she becomes, I love her." ”

She wiped away her tears and smiled, "She is backward, she is rotten, she is falling apart, of course I know her darkness, I have seen all kinds of injustice, life is not equal, I have always known, but so what, this does not prevent me from loving this land and my country." ”

"In places I can't see, there are countless people who are as patriotic as I am, who have cut through thorns and thorns, who are parasitized by blades, and who are full of blood, just to protect this moment of peace. ”

"They give all their enthusiasm to the land under their feet, with the determination to never look back, throw their heads, spill their blood, and work hard, for these people who are silently paying behind their backs, I can not participate, I don't understand, but I can't disrespect, pretend not to know, to slander, to deny, it's not fair to those people"

"Look. ”

Shen Bujiao looked around, a group of energetic students, strutting with their heads high, surging with passion, their faces full of indignation, their right hands raised high, shouting slogans in their mouths, neatly aligned.

He Yu had a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining, "You see, this is the future of Huaxia, this is the backbone of Huaxia, and they are using their own strength to resist the unfairness of the world." ”

Demonstrations may not be the best way, but they are the best actions that this group of students can think of and can do, and they block everything they have to defend the justice in their hearts.

There is sunshine in the heart, there is strength under the feet, with youth to condense vitality, full of righteousness, full of spirit, swaying strength, condensing heroism, not afraid of domineering, like the rising sun, dazzling but not scorching, this is my Huaxia son!