Preface Looking back, it has been a hundred years 3

It's raining heavily outside the temple gate. A hundred years ago, a few people in the ground walked away in the rain.

Li Xiang, who has always taken advantage of the advantage and refused to suffer losses, did not have the right to chase the poor bandits. The little beggar Ah Shui did not dare to look at him, let go of his sleeves, and only lowered his head and gently rubbed the slightly painful chest of being kicked. The old beggar's face was full of sorrow, and he couldn't help sighing, "Master, we have caused a big disaster this time, and they can say they can do it. Let's collect all the money and hand it over tomorrow. Don't be so angry that you have harmed my life for no reason!"

Then the rest of the broken temple is silence.

Li Xiang smiled helplessly and knew that they were timid. He was bullied to this extent, and he didn't even have the courage to resist. Looking outside the temple, the sound of wind and rain is getting more and more urgent, and the fire in the fire in the temple is getting darker and darker. The broken statue Buddha on the divine case is under the reflection of the dark firelight, dragging out the shadow of the evil demon.

This night is destined to be long and depressing.

Li wanted to sit by the fire, hugged his knees, and stared at the dilapidated roof above his head. His dull expression was a little stupid and a little idiot. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the air is getting colder and colder. The heavy rain like the sky has been broken without a sign of stopping. The thief God doesn't care about the flood in the world, and the life is paralyzed.

Until now, he still can't accept the reality. It is estimated that whoever has won the cross-time lottery, which is lower than the probability of the two-color ball, will not be able to accept this reality for a while.

It's been a hundred years since I looked back...

In the chaotic era not far away and nearly a century ago, now it is no longer looking back at the past. There are heavy history books in the old paper pile, but it is like looking at flowers in the fog, so vague, so complicated and confusing, even so incredible... But no matter how incredible it is, it is not in the century-old calendar. The incredible of Shi Torrent, now he is also history...

The small spark in front of us is the spark of the fire. The old and young beggars survived the silence just now and began to talk about something in a low voice from time to time, slowly eliminating the tense and depressed mood and atmosphere just now. The sound of their whispering is not as loud as the wind and rain outside the temple. It is a kind of silence. Anyway, they were tossed around by Boss Jin and Li Xiang. Whether these people were nervous or something, they were a little afraid to fall asleep or difficult to fall asleep.

Li thought that even if he squeezed side by side by the fire with them, he only felt lonely and lonely. This kind of loneliness and loneliness spanned the distance of a hundred years of time and space... Two generations!

These old beggars and little beggars are struggling to survive. After all, this is the world they have been familiar with since childhood. And everything he is familiar with is a hundred years later. He is engaged in a very promising but contemptuous profession in China: urban management. Life is just ordinary. It is not as magnificent and turbulent as a hundred years of history, but it is safe and full of food and clothing.

In the 32nd year of Guangxu, even if Li Xiang doesn't know how many years this year, he knows that Guangxu, the short-lived emperor, is about to die, the Qing Dynasty is about to fall, and the 1911 Revolution is about to come.

What kind of era is this? An era of murderous, dangerous, exciting and breath-taking, the land of China is already buried with revolutionary fire everywhere, and hot-blooded young people hold the lofty ideal of saving the country and the people! Crossing into this era, Li Xiang couldn't stop being curious. What happened in the Xinhai Revolution? Are there any unknown secrets about the truth of this period of history?

In this ideal era, as individual revolutionaries who have exceeded the limitations of the times, they are tenacious, full of optimism and a sense of history, and an indomitable sense of sacred mission. Inspired by personal heroism and the inspiration of nationalism, so many perseverance revolutionary soldiers and intellectuals, throw their heads, shed their blood, die with their lives, and reward the country with their lives.

The Xinhai Revolution, this grand and majestic historical process, was achieved under the subjective will of some heroes. I'm really looking forward to seeing the demeanor of these heroes.

Li wanted to sit in the dilapidated Liu family temple. At this time, his mood was as empty as the broken temple here. For a moment, it echoed to the comfortable life after a hundred years, and for a moment, his blood surged in the ideal era a hundred years ago.

"Master..." A low voice suddenly sounded around him, "Are you all right?"

Li Xiang suddenly woke up from endless wild thoughts. He saw the little beggar defying his head, and his eyes were hidden in the shadow that could not be illuminated by the fire. His long eyelashes flashed, and he was really a sissy. Li Xiang immediately subconsciously wanted to flash, and his heart was sweating. There are also the names of Mr. Zhangkou and Mr. Shut up, which is also one of the reasons why he is uncomfortable.

But after all, he is his savior. Li Xiang just shook his head slightly and said, "I'm fine. It's just a few hoodlums. What's the big deal? They dare to come. I beat them so much that they can't take care of themselves.

The little beggar pouted and quickly restrained and bit his lips. Tonight, Li wanted to give them a breath. He was happy, but he was also worried. The most worrying thing is the old beggar. He has begged for food in Hankou for so many years. He knows the power of the Yangtze River Basin Gang best.

"Master, the strong dragon can't beat the local snake. Don't interfere in this matter. That's how we've been here. There's nothing wrong with it for so many years. He was afraid of making a big deal. Even if Li Xiang could really get rid of their trouble, he always had to deal with Boss Jin first, didn't he?

As soon as he saw these timid people, he only knew that things were calm and submissive. Without a little resistance, Li Xiangqi didn't fight. He touched his nose, snorted with disdain, and laughed in a low voice, "The more obedient you are, the more you dare not resist, and the more unscrupulous and aggressive those class enemies are. Who else dares to come to collect the bees? When they see it, they will go away and beat them. They don't want to take care of themselves. Just like this, who dares to get money?

The beggars just looked at Li Xiang with complicated eyes. They couldn't summon up such courage, and the atmosphere became dull and depressed again.

The wind and rain didn't plan to stop, and Li thought nonsense and didn't plan to stop. But after all, Li Xiang is a person who has just woken up. The fight also consumed the last bit of energy stored in his body. He was really exhausted, so he fell asleep in a daze in his wild thoughts.

Li wanted to have a dream. In the world a hundred years later, he was just an inconspicuous small urban management in the huge Tian Dynasty urban management team.

"Comrade, comrade... Please be pitiful and let me go!"

Pull the wooden cart full of cabbage and radish behind her with a rope. The aunt knelt on the ground, slowly moved on all fours, and walked on her knees, trying to pull Li Xiang's straight trousers. While climbing, she begged Li Xiang to be able to give kindness outside the law. The sweat rolled down from her deep wrinkled face, and the rope joint of the car had fallen deep into her shoulder, and it hurt hotly.

Li Xiang gently stepped back two steps and dodged the hands full of mud in the cracks of his aunt's nails. He curled the corners of his mouth very hard, and soon returned to his arrogant iron selflessness. To be a city management, his heart must first be hard. You let him go today. He will not apply for a certificate tomorrow. He will only continue to go to the street without a license, much more tenacious than weeds. The aunt knew at a glance that she was a newly added unlicensed hawker. When she escaped, she had no technical content at all and was blocked by Li Xiang, who was also a newcomer.

People in the downtown come and go, and their indifferent eyes may be swept by, but more of them are self-evident rejection and hatred... It's all about Li Xiang, the urban management.

"Look, this urban management is looking for trouble with the vendors again." One person pointed to Li to show a disgusted expression and despised.

Another person raised his eyebrows and said sympathetically, "Look at the aunt, she has fallen into this field. I really don't know what evil she has done!" If it weren't for the failure to live, who would be a vendor? This urban management refuses to let go. Is it to cut off the last hope of my aunt's life?

The whispers of the onlookers gradually became deafening sarcasm. People sympathized with the aunt's experience, and the more they hated Li Xiang, who was more selfless than Bao Gong. He was angry to a certain extent. I don't know who it was. He threw stones and rotten vegetable leaves first. He made a start, followed by a swarm of bees chasing Li and throwing stones and rotten vegetable leaves.

More people clapped their hands and praised them, and asked parents to teach their children on the spot with Li to make an excellent negative textbook, saying, "Do you see? If the children don't make progress, they will be the urban management of everyone shouting."

Li wanted to let out a hoarse howl and drank a quarter of the crazy crowd. He turned around and hugged the rat string and ran out of the crowd. Even when he was running wildly, Li Xiang's body kept trembling, and his hands and feet were abnormally cold. Living in this society, Li Xiang is also just a fool of his life.

Li wanted to walk through the alley with few people. He lost his soul, but he was in tears and kept repeating nervously: "I also want a decent job... I also want to serve the people... I also want to be respected by everyone..."

The alleys were left behind. Li Xiang unconsciously walked randomly in the uninhabited suburbs in his dream and in the overgrown woods. He tripped and fell to the ground heavily. Unexpectedly, he flew far away because of inertia. Li Xiang's seemingly distressed nerves were also numb, or in his dream, he could not feel the pain in his body except for the pain in his heart. Regardless of where he fell, he got up randomly, leaned his back against a tree, and looked at the sky, gray.

The color of the sky is like his mood. Li Xiang's eyes are not very angry, but he just looks at the distant sky indifferently, revealing deep fatigue, as if everything has nothing to do with him. The world has been a hundred years away from him, leaving only the missing that can't be crossed... A future that can't be looked back in a hundred years later, and there is a warm family that can never be returned.