No matter how complicated and contentious the affairs of the outside world, this study is a clean place.

Suddenly, he wanted to find someone to share this state of mind.

What about the bloodline nobles, and what about the Council of the Balances?

He opened the Xiuzhen War Five Scum Forum and boarded the ID of Sword Greed, and posted: The last piece of sea and sky in my heart is to pay tribute to my lost homeland and Liufang.

He chose his favorite passage in the Book of Poetry, and then took a photo of a lady in white on the inside page of the book and uploaded it, and then checked and sorted it out again, sent it out, and went offline, he really didn't look at the war stickers with undercurrents surging in all sides these days.

He didn't know that in the downstairs room, Lou Juli, who had been paying close attention to his brother's every move, also saw this post, because of the affairs of Guns and Roses, Lou Juli, who had studied brokerage business, knew and mastered all Xia Chan's online accounts and movements.

Lou Juli's old cultural literacy is much worse than Xia Chan's, but reading Xia Chan's posts, the fatigue of running around these days seems to have been injected with a coolness, and suddenly his mind is much clearer.

A crazy idea popped into her mind, and before she wore her shoes, she jumped out of bed barefoot and slammed into Mulan's room, the opposite gatehouse.

"Mulan—Mulan—"

"Sister, I don't want to go out today, I'm tired, I want to sleep. ”

"It's more meaningful for our sisters to do something else. ”

"Trick me into going out with a puppy!"

"Have you ever read the Book of Songs?"

"I've read the electives, but I've forgotten them. ”

"Let's read. ”

The girl opened a crack in the door, revealing a pair of sleepy-eyed vigilant eyes.

Lou Juli's strength was, and she squeezed in with her arms stretched.

The door closed again.

The meeting of the two sisters of the Lou family caused a sensation in Phoenix City, and even a news in the east was born.

In the next two days, the Lou sisters went out early and returned late, and they also 'grabbed' a large amount of activity 'funds' from Xia Chan in the name of nothing.

The third semester of high school has entered its third month, summer is coming, and the Silver Phoenix Cup is still a week away from the preliminary round, and a spokesperson for the Phoenix City Education Department announced that it is already considering postponing it.

Xia Chan finally went out this day, his Big Dipper Seven Star Sword tutorial had entered the preliminary recording preparations, and he needed to go to the scene to communicate with the project leader and the camera, lighting props, etc.

After being busy for an hour, Xia Chan walked out of the conference room and met Concubine Xu, who was waiting for her, and without gossiping, the two tacitly came to a tea room in Guns and Roses.

"I'm relieved to see you like this. Concubine Xu pleasing a set of tea processes, and the fragrance of tea filled the room.

Xia Chan took the teacup and sniffed it lightly, "Worried that I'll stir it in like the students outside?"

"Even the children of my Xu family jump up and down all day long, but you, a commoner-born child, are breeze. ”

"Does the Xu family belong to the establishment faction? Xia Chan asked casually.

Concubine Xu chuckled, "You have a misunderstanding about a family like ours, in fact, the young people in the family don't think the same way from top to bottom, and there are many sympathizers for the opposition. ”

Xia Chan was surprised, and his favorability towards the Xu family skyrocketed, especially for their younger generation.

Concubine Xu had a smile in her eyes, and seemed to read Xia Chan's mental activities, "There is a little sister of the same age as you at home, if it goes well, you may become an alumnus this fall." ”

"Yes. Xia Chan suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Concubine Xu's eyes.

Concubine Xu pinched her eyebrows, and said with a headache, "She is the little demon king of the family, the treasure in the palm of her grandfather, grandfather, and uncle, oh, by the way, she informed me to open the live channel of Guns and Roses on time at ten o'clock at noon today, and I don't know what the hell is going on in the past two days." ”

She looked at her watch, smiled apologetically at Xia Chan, and turned on a projection screen on the side of the two.

In the upper left corner of the screen is the logo of the Gun Rose with a translucent rose shield and a crossed one-handed sword, and the screen is in a 45-degree overhead shooting street scene.

There is no soundtrack, only the pronunciation of Tongmeng's thousand-character text recited neatly by children, the heaven and the earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are shining, the Chen Su is listed, the cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest and winter are hidden......

As the camera moves over and over again, people are withdrawn from the bustling street scene and faintly enter a strange time and space.

More and more girls dressed in plain white silk robes and wearing garlands walked into the camera from the store, from the bus, from the streets and alleys, and slowly gathered together.

Each of them held a hand-copied book in their hands, their expressions were calm and dignified, and their steps were silent.

Then they lined up and came to the middle of the street.

A melodious flute sound swept through the streets through the background music, and the children's voices faded away.

A slender girl with long hair and shawl bangs in the front row took two steps out a little nervously, picked up the reading book and opened it, hung her head, and recited in a small but firm voice: The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

Another tall girl with long hair and a shawl stepped forward, and said in a loud voice: The so-called Yiren is on the water side.

Another girl stood up and was in the middle, and the three of them repeated the word side by side:

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

As the water-colored subtitles faded in on the screen, the neat chanting of hundreds of girls in the rear array sounded synchronously and repeatedly.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

......

Their voices are three points immature and seven points youthful, like a clear spring in dog days.

As the camera zoomed in to the faces of the girls of different heights in the front row, Xia Chan rubbed his eyes, who was the pretty little short man with the iconic straight eyebrows and straight nose Lou Mulan?

The tallest, long-legged girl with black and straight curly hair is not Lou Juli, who is it?

Among them, there is also a girl with a good temperament and appearance, but I don't know her.

The procession followed the recitation, slowly marched on the streets, everywhere they went, the crowd stopped, the ancient poems sang on the streets over and over again, the simple words turned into beautiful poems, like the soul of the homeland, traced back from ancient times, gathered into a clear spring, injected into the hustle and bustle of the world, refreshing people's hearts.

The singing procession slowly traveled all the way, and it happened to encounter a small group of students holding up a demonstration banner, and this high-spirited procession instantly became a mudslide that hit the rocks and collapsed with a single blow.

The team went all the way to the west, and everywhere they passed, everyone put down what they were doing, stopped their steps, and listened to the voice from the depths of their bones and blood, and there were white-haired old men who couldn't help but cry on the streets, shouting in gaffe: Return my homeland -

The hot-blooded and crazy students are stupid, the office workers who are busy with their lives have stopped, and the muddy old eyes of the old man who are about to die have widened.

They may not understand it very well, and they are not familiar with this psalm, but their bodies understand it inexplicably, and they can't help but follow it, like puppets pulling strings, and their spirits are accompanied by the voice in front of them.

I want to hear it again, keep this voice in my heart, stay it in my body.

More and more people followed the procession and chanted in a low voice, their voices may not be so accurate, the words are not so clear, but the breath is the same.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

......

The procession of hundreds of people soon turned into thousands, and finally rolled into tens of thousands, rushing to the central avenue and to the open square.

Countless people are inexplicably mourning the poems of their homeland.

Someone followed the back of the team, disoriented by the soulless crowd, listening to the distant voices ahead, inexplicably losing control of their emotions and crying.

None of them knew what was wrong with them.

Why is an old psalm in a middle school elective that makes them inexplicably sad.

The poetry recitation team finally gathered at the north end of the square and stopped in front of the steps of the antique gatehouse of the Yanhuang Museum.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Over and over again......

A group of white-haired old men walked out one after another, came to the gatehouse, held the dragon pillar, looked at these young girls full of youthful atmosphere, and the crowd of people in the rear who couldn't see clearly, listening to the long song of scraping bones and searching for souls, one by one with tears in their eyes.

Suddenly, an old man shouted: "O old country, where are you-

Where are you, old country?

With this shout, everyone couldn't hold back, and the scene suddenly collapsed.

The whole square was filled with cries.

Suppressed crying for three hundred years.

The cry of the Blue Whale for three hundred years.

After a great fog, everyone lost their homeland and came to a new world without knowing why, where civilization collapsed, life and death were at stake, and there was not much left between some beliefs and intermittent survival of the fire.

The hoarse girls in the middle were surrounded in the middle of the square, and they had never felt that the day had been so long, so unforgettable, and that the poems they had not been familiar with beforehand had now been so vividly engraved in their souls, and they were reciting them over and over again so selflessly.

It was as if the psalm would sustain those around them who had broken faith and get them back on their feet from grief and weeping.

Xia Chan was the only one left in front of the screen in the tea room, he didn't cry, his eyes were also sad, and tears had already moistened his clothes.

Concubine Xu had already fled to the bathroom alone, she touched up her makeup again and again in front of the big mirror, she never dreamed that the little demon king at home would do such a big thing behind her back with a large group of children, this time she must not miss the opportunity, to spread the influence of guns and roses to the entire eastern Chinese descendants of the city-state spiritual land.

When she came out of the bathroom again, she was already like a warrior, with a phone in her hand, constantly calling the commands, she was only a department manager in this company at the moment, but everyone knew that she was the future king who would take over the company.

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Listening to the chatter and reprimand of the two sisters downstairs, Xia Chan shook his head and laughed in the attic, surrounded by tens of thousands of people in the square during the day, the crowd in the square cried and made trouble until the afternoon, many people finally fainted from dehydration, and finally dozens of people were sent to the hospital.