Zhang Peng's words were very inflammatory, and the young and enthusiastic Wang Changling was thrilled when he heard it, and he couldn't wait to devote himself to the great cause of building Beiting immediately.

Xu Wanyi suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, and that day in the Dadu Protectorate, he seemed to use the same method to arouse his father and mother's determination to "start a second business".

Zhang Peng looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, although the sky was gray and there was heavy snow in front of him, he still shed a line of tears...... There is no way, if you want to move others, you must first move yourself, as the former head of the university drama club, he has long kept Stanislavsky's "The Self-cultivation of Actors" in mind, this moment is the peak moment of emotion, the best effect of the performance.

"I have a dream," Zhang Peng shouted loudly to the tears on his face that soon turned into ice slag, and emotionally faced the lake, "Young uncle, I will talk to you for my brother today!" ”

Xu Wanyi's eyes widened, she had already woken up from Zhang Peng's speech, at this time she saw the tears in the corners of Zhang Peng's eyes, the details of the sad expression, including the head held high, facing the lake with a hoarse voice, and the movement of green muscles, and couldn't help but silently nod 10,000 likes in her heart.

She once curiously asked Zhang Peng what coursework the "World Club" had taught him, and Zhang Peng said a lot of various subjects, including one of them called "performance"! It is said that learning the essence can be achieved with a face that is half smiling and half crying, and interpreting the life of others without leaving a trace.

And Zhang Peng has only roughly studied this course, and he is so fickle and can switch between character traits such as shamelessness, heroism, justice, and compassion freely, sometimes, Xu Wanyi really wants to see if Zhang Peng has a human skin mask on his face.

Coming back from her thoughts, Xu Wanyi continued to watch Zhang Peng's performance, and this time, she observed very seriously.

Zhang Peng's performance was still hard, Wang Changling was still distracted, and only his high-pitched voice was left in the entire Luochen Mountain, which shook the world with the mountain wind.

"In the present and in the future, although Beiting has suffered all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream."

"This dream is deeply rooted in the dream of majestic China."

"I dream that one day this nation will be in harmony and truly realize the true meaning of its creed: we believe that these truths are self-evident—standing on top of all nations."

"I dream that one day, in the Guozijian School in Chang'an City, the children of the soldiers of the North Court will be able to sit at the same table with the son of the current dynasty Zaifu and share the friendship of brotherhood."

"I dream that one day, even the land surrounded by strong enemies such as Mobei, Qingtang and even the Iranian Plateau will become a horse race paradise for the descendants of Yan and Huang."

"I dream that one day my country will be an awe-inspiring place of pilgrimage, not because of its abundance, but because of its wealth."

"I have a dream today."

"I dream that one day, this Great Xia Dynasty will be able to change, although the Manchu Dynasty is still full of dissent, discrimination and prejudice against the border of Beiting, but one day, the noble sons and daughters there will be able to reunite with the descendants of Beiting and go hand in hand."

"I have a dream today."

"I dream of a day when the valley rises, the mountain descends, the bumpy and winding road becomes a smooth road, and the holy light is revealed and full of the world."

"That's my hope. I was born with this belief in the North Garden. With this belief, we will be able to carve out a stone of hope from the estrangement. With this belief, we will be able to transform the glamorous and confused voice of this country into a sonorous war song that connects mountains and seas and unites. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Peng was already hoarse, his eyes were shining, and his whole person was exuding indescribable majesty.

Zhang Peng gasped, observed Wang Changling's stunned expression with the corner of his eye, and made a big decision in his heart: this performance, the tension is full, the character arc is full and clear, and I am grateful again for the legacy of history, and thank Mr. Martin on the other side of the ocean 1,300 years later......

Just when Wang Changling was about to fall for Zhang Peng's lofty dreams, Mr. Qishi was pacing back and forth in the study in boredom.

Should I go to Luming Academy to work with Brother Xiangyin, or should I go to Beiting University to teach?

Just when he was upset thinking about things, he heard the noise and laughter of the disciples outside the house, and it sounded like he was surprised by the gift sent by Zhang Peng, and he became angry.

"How can I teach you on weekdays, if it is not quiet, it will not go far, and what kind of system will it be for you to be so noisy?" Mr. Keishi rarely gets angry, but this time he was a little angry.

Seeing Mr. Keishi come out of the house and reprimand loudly, the students immediately fell silent.

"Say! Why frolic? Mr. Keishi felt that he had to discipline the students, and the ring ruler in his hand was ready to be fired.

The leading student had no choice but to take out the scroll in his hand and replied tremblingly: "Teacher Hui, I waited to see that Zhang Junma sent some new books in addition to sending ancient books and solitary books, and the disciple was really happy, and couldn't help but read a few articles, so he forgot his feelings and asked the teacher to punish him." ”

"What kind of new books have caused you to lose your manners," Mr. Kaishi calmed his anger for a while, after all, it is not too much of a fault for the students to love books.

But when he got closer and picked up a new book in the bookcase sent by Zhang Peng, his pupils also shrank significantly...... The texture of this book? It's a little unusual!

And why is the text in this book so neat? This is clearly not a transcribed book, this is a printed copy! And it's also a precious masculine print!

Mr. Qishi was slightly stunned, he gently put down the book in his hand, and then checked one by one, and found that hundreds of books were printed in a row! But how is this possible? When did the precious engraving become so proliferated? When did Beiting City reach such a level of luxury?

"Teacher, you see that these books are not only clearly printed but also have tough paper," the disciple who had just spoken couldn't put down the books in his hand, and continued with a smile, "The most important thing is that the beautiful text in this book is extremely beautiful, and people don't know the taste of meat for three days!" ”

Mr. Qishi's hands holding the books were a little trembling, although he was well-informed and had read countless books, but it was rare to see boxes of printed books at one time, when was the last time, it seemed to be in the library of the Tai Academy, which made him almost break his concentration.

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath, and adjusting his state, Mr. Qishi asked his disciple: "Books are indeed good books, but as a teacher, I almost fell into ecstasy, and let's talk about the wonderful text that makes you fascinated." ”

With a smile of enjoyment on his face, the disciple shook his head and recited, "The name of this text is "The Burrow"! When the disciple reads it, he has a deep understanding, and this is recited for the teacher! ”