Of course, Chidori heard what Mr. Seamo meant, the first sentence is the ancient Chinese "Book of Songs", which no one in East Asia does not know, and most of the content in RB traditional culture is borrowed, studied, extradited, and stolen from Chinese culture; The last two sentences are from RB's collection of ancient poems "Manyoshu", which is also a sentence describing the love between men and women. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And now the RB youth don't know much about it, or even hear it, especially after many years of defeat.

You know, when the RB was defeated, the whole country was deprived of freedoms, rights, and even the name of the country! And how many of those who live so hard to live care about things that are old, that they can't make ends meet, and that look outdated?

And that's why Chidori is crying.

Mr. Seamus only knew that Chidori liked RB classical culture because of the influence of his deceased mother, but he didn't know why Chidori was influenced by his mother.

For Mr. Seamus, the information collected by the amalgam does not give him the story behind the scenes.

If Chidori is a half-breed and his mother is an RB, this Seamus knows very well.

But Seamus doesn't know what kind of RB person Chidori's mother is. Because it's not written down on paper.

When RB was defeated, fearing that the culture of her home country would disappear completely, Chidori's mother resolutely divorced her father and returned to RB with the still young Chidori She could have lived comfortably in Brittany, but she still came back, came back, and took the initiative to pick up the identity of the slave of the country.

Chidori must remember that before her mother died, she worked hard to preserve the monuments that had been devastated by the war, to collect the lost ancient books, and to save the cultural roots of the RB people who were called RB people.

What are the so-called RB people? What is the so-called nation?

My mother once asked me this, but when I was young, I didn't answer it correctly.

Language? Land? Lineage?

I answered my mother again and again, but my mother denied it again and again. Finally, when she saw that she was depressed and angry, her mother smiled.

I still remember my mother's answer to me: "It's the heart." Conscious, standardized, and reserved, that is, as long as there is the root of the culture of the soul, no matter where you are, no matter how difficult the situation is, you are RB people. ”

"But Mom, why did you leave Brittanya and Dad in the first place, according to you?" The young self was puzzled at first.

"Because no matter how strong your heart is, it will stop beating with the passage of time。。。。。。 When I get old, when our generation is gone, it is you who can pass on our hearts。。。。。。 ”

"Me?"

"Yes, you and your descendants, pass it on with your heart." Mother smiled and tapped her chest.

"So Mom, what does this have to do with your collection of these books?"

Asked about herself, the mother tilted her head in distress: "Hmm, you see that when my father is not around, does my mother often lose things and forget things?" ”

When I thought of the dinner that I relied on instant noodles yesterday, I quickly nodded and answered.

So the mother continued, "Mother will forget things, too." And even if you remember some things, there may not be any omissions or deviations, so you need to have these books to remind yourself to find them after you forget them. Only in this way will the inheritance of the heart and soul not be interrupted. ”

At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of my mother's smile, and even after my mother's death, I complained and cursed: If it weren't for these books, in order to preserve RB's national culture, my mother might not have died so young! Maybe the family of four will be able to live happily in Brittanya.

But then I gradually thought about it and understood my mother, and those books that gradually turned yellow and the beautiful and timeless poems on them also became the sustenance of my mother.

When he graduated from junior high school, Chidori had his own ideas about the choice of his future path. She wants to be like her mother, to protect and inherit the things that her mother cherishes.

It is not only among the RB people, but also among the Brittans, the Chinese Federation, Europeans, and Africans. Only by allowing more people to accept, remember, and agree can the culture of mothers giving their lives be passed on for a long time.

But this is not an easy task, even if I have the backing of my father, who is a diplomat.

At one point, my father offered to take him back to live in Britannia, and reminded me not to have too many illusions, but my mother's ending was a warning that my father had lost the most important person in his life and did not want to lose a second one.

It's not like he hasn't wavered.,But in the end he rejected his father.,And chose to enter Ashford Academy.。 Because I wanted to try to see if I could promote the classical culture of RB to those Bretanians in such a relatively open-minded school, so that they could support themselves.

Even when I stepped into this school, I was still nervous and wondered if I was really whimsical, but I still walked in.

"Even if you are worried, take steps and move towards what you think is right!" My mother used to tell herself.

So, when there was a person, a classmate about the same age as himself, who was able to recite things other than himself that should have been forgotten by the young people of their generation, he couldn't help but cry.

Because I finally know that what my mother has done, what my mother has sacrificed, is not meaningless.

"Thank you, Seamus. Thank you... Let me see ... Keep it up ... Hope to stick to the path of the Mother ... Chidori said intermittently.

And Seamus, who listened to her story, stood silently, and finally couldn't help but step forward to pick up the tearful man who was already crying silently in front of him, gently soothed her back, and comforted her.

At this moment, Seamus didn't have any dirty thoughts, no other feelings, except that his heart was opened.

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