Chapter 72 One Question Two People

"... As Mr. said, although I met many like-minded people in Japan, filial piety saw more of the classmates who sought profit but did not take responsibility. When I returned to China, I only saw compatriots who were willing to be slaves and did not know how to forge ahead!"

At this time, after being awakened by Chen Moran's words, he only felt the surging New Yongjian in his chest, regardless of being on the Yangtze River of the Qing Dynasty at this time, as if talking about the decline of national affairs with those students and asking how to save the country.

"Today's China, I'm afraid that only revolution can save China! I think only revolution can arouse the blood of our people!"

At this point, the excited New Yongjian patted him hard, all unwilling to do what he wanted.

"...revolution..."

Suddenly, two words broke into his ears, just like thundering in Chen Moran's mind. He looked at him incredulously, which seemed to whisper beside him in a low voice.

Chen Moran did not know the impact of his words on New Yongjian or the people of this era. In fact, at this time, although the knowledgeable people knew the numbness of the Chinese people, they did not know why, but Chen Moran said that it was the people of later generations. Summarizing the words of self-reflection a hundred years later, such remarks were rarely seen in later. The person who knows also laughed. The person who said this is just a "foreign slave in his bones".

The compatriots on this land, whether at this time or in future generations, have low self-esteem and excellent dignity or face. They know the gap, but they are extremely reluctant to face the facts. They face the facts, but they are nothing more than going from one extreme to the other. This was the case at the beginning of the 20th century, and a hundred years later.

"Revolution!"

Chen Moran said this sentence to himself. Thinking of this word, a sentence he had seen in the movie came to his mind. That sentence should be said to be the best interpretation of the revolution he had ever seen. It made him finally shake hands with the word "revolution" to some extent.

"If you want the happiness of civilization, you must go through the pain of civilization, and this pain is called revolution."

Although it was just a sentence, it made New Yongjian feel solemn, and a long-lost touch and ** gushed out of his heart. He looked at Chen Moran in front of him and repeatedly muttered his words in his mouth.

"If you want the happiness of civilization, you must go through the pain of civilization, and this pain is called revolution."

Although he came into contact with the word revolution in Japan a few years ago, he began to be influenced by the revolutionary trend of thought. Whether it was him or his classmates or friends beside him, although he said revolution, he did not understand the revolution at all. Now in a simple word, it made him understand what revolution is. Looking at Chen Moran's eyes, he all disappeared calmly, even with a little enthusiasm.

Maybe Chen Moran was a little distracted before. This was just disturbed by the man's explanation of "revolution" that he kept muttering, but when he was stared at by a big man, he more or less always reacted. Looking at his fanatical eyes, Chen Moran was almost shocked. The sudden look made him feel I think it's like... Uh-huh! The excitement when I finally found the organization.

"Don't look at me, I'm not a revolutionary!"

Chen Moran waved his hand and hurriedly put aside his relationship with the revolution.

For a long time, Chen Moran has not liked revolution. He is afraid of its huge destructive power, and also hates its bloody consequences. He hates that it can be a tool to attack dissidents at any time, but he hates its face that changes at any time. When he devours his own children more than devours enemies. Fierce.

Revolution, Mingzhu, freedom,ism, republicanism, Datong... were all used to call for surnames, modern surnames, surnames, people's surnames and the new era. At the same time, these words were also used to arouse the violence of the majority, to consolidate power, to trample on rights and distort people's surnames, and to create homogenization.

Just because of this, Chen Moran always resisted the revolution and the word. It was not until he heard the interpretation that he shook hands with the word and accepted the word. Acceptance does not mean recognition. Similarly, now that he understands that he has been mistaken for an "organization" by this New Yongjian, Chen Moran wants to put aside the relationship.

"Mr. is cautious, Yongjian understands, Mr. Yongjian Xie is a little teaching today!"

Although Chen Moran wanted to put aside the relationship, Xin Yongjian's words were full of respect, regardless of Chen Moran's years younger than him, and even saluted his descendants.

"This, that and that!"

This man's junior etiquette and respectful words made Chen Moran almost pat his forehead and sigh!

People in this era are too easy to coax!

The illusory blueprint, which seems to be impossible to achieve, stunned Xiao Yiren, Fang Jingyuan and even Sun Mingjiu, a six-grade official, and a group of people who had just entered the company. At this time, he copied another person's words, and the result was to coax the man in his thirties in front of him to salute his descendants. Is it just a few words?

Looking at the person in front of him, Chen Moran suddenly understood something. He could not understand the enthusiasm of these people, not only that he had never really experienced the environment of the era. What the person in front of him wants is only his ideals and even fantasies. He needs a faith support for this faith.

This is the case. At this time, he saluted his descendants because of his two-word "nagging".

Looking at New Yongjian in front of him, Chen Moran's heart was full of equal importance. Looking at New Yongjian in front of him, he seemed to see those little people who gave their lives for the struggle for ideals and tomorrow ten years later. They fell on the stage of political parties, revolutionaries, politicians, warlords, party leaders, intellectuals and big businessmen. Next, they are just small supporting roles on this stage. What do they want?

"Why is it unfortunate to be born in China!"

Chen Moran remembered the words in Lin Juemin and his wife's book. Perhaps this is the greatest misfortune of these little people.

Ten years later, that revolution changed China, but in the next hundred years, people here are still trying to find a result, an ideal home. For more than a hundred years, people here have tied their personal fate and values with universal grand nouns and narratives. Almost every day, I have a dream, give up my surname, conscience, justice, human freedom and dignity, and rely on the promise of a grand narrative.

Maybe they can bleed and sacrifice for a faith in the future. But Chen Moran will not. While respecting the people in front of him, he also has sympathy and regret for them. In this era, they are just a group of people who have been used and sacrificed. They have ideals and beliefs to sacrifice and contribute to this country, but what will they get in the end?

The revolution is a success, but the dream is ultimately a dream, and the ideal is still the ideal. In the hundred years after the revolution, people still pay off their debts to the revolution with suffering and misfortune. Is this the fate of the revolution?

"Revolution!"

Chen Moran shook his head and sighed at the two words he resisted in his heart. His soft sigh made New Yongjian prick up his ears.

"Filial piety, revolution, what is the purpose of the revolution?"

Somehow, although he wanted to put aside his relationship with the revolution, Chen Moran couldn't help asking the question of the "potent violent revolutionary" in front of him.

"Seeking the strength of the country and the survival of the nation!"

He blurted out of New Yongjian's mouth without thinking about the answer. In the past year, what he discussed with his classmates and friends was this problem, and what he was pursuing was this goal. It was also because of the discussion and pursuit that he believed that only the revolution could achieve this goal.

"There has never been an ultimate purpose in the world. Some... it's just the progress of society!"

Chen Moran smiled and then looked at the river. At this time, the sunset had already set. Looking at the river red by the sunset, he continued to talk.

"In the French Revolution, millions of French people bled for freedom, cut down emperors and killed nobles, but what was the result? But it was the emperor Napoleon. If the revolution succeeds, the republican will not necessarily come, and the republic will come, and the country will not necessarily be rich and strong! If you are rich and strong, the country will not necessarily cook clearly!"

Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at New Yongjian, looking extremely serious.

"So, what do you want?"

One question needs to be answered by two people.

Chen Moran is not so much asking New Yongjian as asking himself what he wants.

What do I want?

When he asked himself in his heart, New Yongjian gave Chen Moran an answer.

"I want the prosperity of the country!"

When he said these two words, New Yongjian's eyes were full of expectations for the future!

"Every day, I even dream of the prosperity of the country! Thinking about it, dreaming at night! But..."

At this time, New Yongjian's face was full of sadness, even Chen Moran, who thought he had long been numb to everything in this country and here, was also shocked by the sadness on his face.

"I woke up from a dream! What I saw was this country, allowing the Manchurians to be enslaved and the foreigners to **! Is this my country?

New Yongjian's voice was low and hoarse. At this time, there were even a few tears in his eyes.

"In Japan, a friend of mine once said that he hated being born in today's China! He was so humiliated as a man! I replied: That is, the state affairs are like this. We should sacrifice our lives for the country and use the revolution to save China!"

Looking at New Yongjian, who is sad but generous in front of him, Chen Moran respects the person in front of him. The big history makes the little people choose to sacrifice. In the next ten years, it is he and thousands of the best young people in China who bleed and sacrifice again and again for a dream and a concept. Animals, but their deaths were placed on the altar of the revolution. Are they used cannon fodder or martyrs who sacrificed for China's progress? He is a martyr who died for China's progress!

"How can a man sit and watch at this time! The man should be like this!"

The words blurted out only made Chen Moran blush. Is this what he said? What are you doing?

"How can you sit and watch!"

New Yongjian patted the armrest, and his face was full of grief and indignation. He turned his head and looked at the person who happened to meet this on the ship and solved the confusion in his heart. He was a few years younger than himself, but his knowledge was far more than himself.

"Yongjian didn't think that this cherry blossom holiday actually met Mr. Chen on the ship. It was really a blessing of filial piety. Yongjian took a boat to Yangzhou this time and gathered with several like-minded people, if the gentleman did not give up..."

"Yes, I didn't expect you to be here!"

This was the voice on the other side of the corridor that interrupted New Yongjian's words. Sun Mingjiu yawned over and saw that Chen Moran was talking to others.

"Sorry! Disturbing the two Ya surnames, in the next grandson... New Yongjian!"

At this time, Sun Mingjiu's eyes were staring, and his face was full of surprise. Looking back, New Yongjian was a little surprised when he saw the person.

"Sun Mingjiu!"

"Do you know each other?"

The two of them actually knew each other, which was beyond Chen Moran's expectation. Sun Mingjiu was a typical old-fashioned school, otherwise he would not have donated his origin, and even advised himself to donate an official body, but there was no friendship between the two.

"Yes, Xiaozhi and I are classmates of Jingzheng College!"

Chen Moran noticed that Sun Mingjiu's face was slightly embarrassed, and New Yongjian's face was also a little unnatural. It seemed that there was something unpleasant between the two.

The dispute between the two many years ago made New Yongjian extremely uncomfortable. He did not talk about his classmate with Sun Ming for a long time. Instead, he clenched his fist and invited Chen Moran again.

"Mr. Chen, if you are free, you can go to Yangzhou with Yongjian. I don't think you will be disappointed!"

When Sun Mingjiu heard that New Yongjian invited Chen Moran to Yangzhou, he saw that the "New Madman" hurriedly spoke.

"Yes, when I left today, my father had sent a telegram to Lord Liu, saying that you and I would visit him tomorrow. If it's late, I'm afraid it will make Lord Liu unhappy!"

When he spoke, Sun Mingjiu aggravated the voice of the adult, that is, to remind Chen Moran, and also to New Yongjian. Although the two have fought fiercely since six years ago because of a language conflict, he knows more or less that this man is by no means a trouble-saving person. This cripple is a little crazy and has no scruples. If he is twisted with this New Yongjian. When the two people's surnames got together, I'm afraid they really don't know what will happen.

After listening to the "great idea" described by Chen Moran, although he has some concerns, he knows that with his ideas and financial resources, if he is really successful, if he goes to Jinling this time and can get the support of Lord Liu, it can be said that it is a certainty. Although it is not stable, there is no problem in thinking about the number of six or four. Because of this, Sun Mingjiu bet on him for the rest of his life, and how could he let Xin Yong build his own good deeds!

"This..."

Although his heart was moved, Chen Moran, who had some worries, frowned after Sun Mingjiu reminded him, squeezed out some difficult color on his face, and looked at New Yongjian with a look on his face.

"Brother Xiaozhi, of course, it's just a vulgar businessman! If he says that the filial brother has what he needs, he will do his best and never delay it. It's just that there are still important things to do now. Please forgive me!"

When Sun Mingjiu was in the way, New Yongjian knew that he was afraid that Mr. Chen could not go to Yangzhou. Originally, he wanted to introduce Mr. Chen to several friends. Although he was inevitably a little disappointed, he smiled.

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! I put my husband's business first!"

"Hmm! He was also asked to say that Brother New could sit in Chen's Garden on the Public Concession Road through Shanghai, so that he could make up for his past!"

Although he didn't want to go, Chen Moran still said a good word. He always respected such a generous man in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

Fang listened to Chen's garden and looked at the crutch in Chen Moran's hand. New Yongjian couldn't help but be shocked. He said that the name of the person in front of him was so familiar. Three days ago, when Fang returned to Shanghai, he heard his brother mention the new "lame ty ty tycoon" in Shanghai. He never thought it was the person in front of him.

"Mr. Chen still has something to do, and Yongjian will not disturb him. He said, Yong Jianding and Chen's garden, listen to Mr.'s teaching!"

"Listen to your teacher's teaching?"

After New Yongjian left, Sun Ming looked at his back in surprise for a long time. This madman was rarely so respectful to people. How could he change his surname today, he looked back at Chen Moran in surprise.

"It's nothing, it's just nonsense, Brother Mingzhe!"

"Ranth? As for me, as a brother, I want to remind you that you'd better stay away from people like New Yongjian, otherwise I'm afraid that he will set himself on fire and don't know it!"

"Brother Mingzhe is too worried!"

Looking at New Yongjian, who had entered the cabin, Chen Moran sighed in his heart that he could not do anything for national affairs like them, and he was too selfish.

"What do I want?"

At this time, the previous question once again appeared in Chen Moran's mind. He turned around and looked at the dark river. An answer suddenly rose in his heart, which made him confused and dare to speak.

"Don't think nonsense!"

With a sigh in his heart, Chen Moran turned around and walked towards the cabin, as if he remembered something. He looked back at Sun Mingjiu with a smile, but said another sentence.

"Brother Mingzhe, if he has a word, I will really set myself on fire. I don't know if I will abandon me!"

"Ah!"

In Sun Mingjiu's shock, Chen Moran had entered the cabin with a smile. In a few hours, the ship will be almost Jinling, no! It's Nanjing!