Chapter 281: Traveling back to the Republic of China from the modern times (end)

Ye Heqi's speech was eventually published in the Peking University Journal.

Graduation season is also a season of farewell.

The first person to bid farewell to Ye Heqi was Sang Peizhen.

She was going to take the funds approved by the Women's Aid Association to a county in the south, and with the help of the local Women's Mutual Aid Association, she would establish the Women's Aid Association No. 1 Primary School, and would start recruiting students at the end of this year.

In the train station, Sang Peizhen, carrying a box of luggage and wearing her favorite light blue dress, hugged Ye Heqi, Shen Runshu, and Li Su one by one.

After the hug, she let out a long sigh and pretended to be nonchalant: "Everyone, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Shen Runshu: "Remember to eat well."

Li Su: "Write to us when you have time."

Sang Peizhen nodded repeatedly, and her eyes finally fell on Ye Heqi, and her tone was playful, trying to liven up the atmosphere: "And you? Why don't you take the time to say a few more words to me?"

Ye Heqi didn't smile.

She pinned the begonia that bloomed this morning into Sang Peizhen's hair and said softly: "Principal Sang, take care."

Sang Peizhen's eyes were red, and she raised her hand to touch the flower: "Chairman Ye, take care."

The train whistle had already started, and the voices urging people to get on the train came one after another. Sang Peizhen didn't delay any longer, carrying her luggage and getting on the train along with the flow of people.

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The second person to say goodbye was Shen Runshu.

During the four years of college, everyone grew up very quickly.

Shen Runshu was the smartest and most opinionated one among the four. In his sophomore year, Ye Heqi became Chen Jiayou's assistant with the best grades in his major, but in the end, it was Shen Runshu who stood out and became Chen Jiayou's disciple, and was able to study with Chen Jiayou.

The summer was thick, the cicadas' chirping gradually faded, and Shen Runshu carried his suitcase and walked from the Peking University dormitory building to the Peking University teaching building.

Li Su had other things to do, and he had said goodbye to Shen Runshu in advance last night, so only Ye Heqi came to see him off today.

The two walked in silence for a while.

When there were no people around, Ye Heqi asked softly: "Shen Runshu, four years have passed. Are your ambitions still the same as before?"

Shen Runshu's voice was gentle, and the sunlight cast a golden glow on the ends of his hair: "My ambitions have never changed."

- I hope to be a useful person to the country and the people.

- Speak for those compatriots who are oppressed and exploited.

- Contribute my talents, strength and even life to the rise of the country and the rejuvenation of the nation. Many years ago, in that small rental house, he had already realized that he would sacrifice his life

for the revolution.

Ye Heqi said, "No wonder Teacher Chen Jiayou wants to accept you as a student."

She had never confirmed it with Shen Runshu, but considering Chen Jiayou's identity, it was not difficult to guess that Shen Runshu should have joined the Communist Party of China on Chen Jiayou's recommendation.

His return to Shanghai this time was not so much a return to his hometown as it was an undercover operation in Shanghai under the order of the organization.

Shen Runshu smiled and heard the unfinished meaning in her words.

He did not explain, but just said, "It's all thanks to the book "The People in the Great Wall" you wrote."

"Huh?"

"I like everything described in that book."

The summer breeze was a little damp and sultry, blowing in Shen Runshu's face, making his eyes wet.

He was wearing a long gown, golden glasses, tall and thin, with a refined temperament. He was carrying a suitcase in his left hand and a book in his arms, like a teacher who had just stepped down from the podium.

But this era could not accommodate a desk for quiet lectures, so the teacher rolled up his sleeves and turned to the front line where dangers were lurking.

"Do you still remember how we met?"

Shen Runshu rarely shared his feelings with his close friends, but now that they were about to part and the road ahead was uncertain, he had a lot to talk about.

"I had never bought the Women's Times before, until one day when I went to a newsstand to buy a newspaper, I happened to find it."

"At that time, the newspaper was serializing the first issue of The People in the Great Wall, and I was fascinated by it as soon as I saw it."

"Later, I finished reading this novel in the newspaper, and when I went to the bookstore with Li Su to buy the physical copy of The People in the Great Wall, I happened to meet you and Sang Peizhen. Then the four of us got to know each other like this."

Shen Runshu smiled lightly, as if he was sighing at the wonder of fate: "I am very disappointed with the current state of the country, but I have never known what a beautiful country should be like."

"Until I read The People in the Great Wall and saw the scenes described in it, I finally knew what I wanted to pursue."

From that moment on, he had a revolutionary consciousness.

However, having consciousness is not enough.

If you want to save this country, you must find the way and method to save this country.

"The Taiping Rebellion, the Westernization Movement, the Hundred Days' Reform, the Boxer Rebellion, the Xinhai Revolution, the Second Revolution... Since the late Qing Dynasty, people of insight in our country have copied the successful cases of other countries to China. Then they all failed."

"None of these ideological systems can save China."

"Until the October Revolution in Russia, until I read the works related to Marxism from Teacher Chen Jiayou, I finally found a path that I could fight for all my life."

When he said this, Shen Runshu's tone couldn't help but rise slightly: "I firmly believe that if we continue along this path, this country will definitely become what is described in the book."

There seemed to be a faint fire in his eyes.

As his words fell, the flame seemed to have encountered the best catalyst, and it burned fiercely in an instant, bursting with a momentum to completely wipe out the oppression and injustice of the old society.

Ye Heqi never knew that the articles she wrote played such an important role in it.

No.

Perhaps it was not her works that really inspired Shen Runshu and prompted Shen Runshu to embark on this path.

It was the various sufferings he saw along the way.

The boy from a poor family could not turn a blind eye to the suffering, so he chose to stand up and declare war on the enemies who caused the suffering.

Ye Heqi looked at Shen Runshu and whispered, "Comrade Shen Runshu, I can tell you with certainty that the revolution will succeed and the future you expect will also come true." Hearing

her call, Shen Runshu was stunned: "You..."

Ye Heqi knew what he was going to ask and shook his head: "I haven't."

"But I heard a saying: You don't ask for anything in return, then we are comrades."

Shen Runshu smiled: "You are right, Comrade Ye Heqi."

Whether Ye Heqi joined his party or not, as long as they have the same aspirations, they are comrades who can fight side by side.

The gate of Peking University has appeared in sight, and there are more and more people coming and going around. There are many things that are not suitable to say anymore.

So Shen Runshu said, "Just send it here, the train station is too far away."

Ye Heqi did not insist. She took out a blooming begonia from her messenger bag and handed it to Shen Runshu: "This is my farewell gift to you."

Shen Runshu took the begonia and held it carefully.

He was about to say goodbye and leave, but Ye Heqi called him again and took out a letter from her arms: "This is my mother asked me to pass it to you. Keep it close to you and open it when you get to a safe place."

Shen Runshu was surprised: "From Aunt Yao?"

Before Shen Runshu could ask in detail, a smart rickshaw driver ran up to the two of them and asked them if they wanted to take a rickshaw.

Shen Runshu kept the envelope close to his body, hugged Ye Heqi gently, and went to Shanghai with the begonia she gave him. It

was not until he arrived in Shanghai, met up with the comrades who came to pick him up, and entered the safe house that Shen Runshu had time to open the letter.

There was a letter and a key in the envelope.

Shen Runshu took out the key first before reading the letter.

The handwriting on the paper was sharp.

The first line was an account and a safe deposit box of a bank in Shanghai. The

second line was -

"Fifty thousand funds are presented to you, best wishes."

Shen Runshu was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the fifty thousand silver dollars were not given to him, but were being transferred through his hands to the organization behind him as funds for their activities in Shanghai.

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The third person to say goodbye was Li Su.

He was also the one who went the farthest.

On the recommendation of his teacher, he was going to travel across the ocean to study mathematics in another country.

Facing Ye Heqi, Li Su smiled very heartlessly.

"Shen Runshu's guy always said that if he had the opportunity, he would study abroad to see the gap between China and other countries, to see how other countries developed and rose, and whether there was anything worth learning from them."

"Now he doesn't have this opportunity for the time being."

"Then let me, as his brother, go and take a look on his behalf to see where the gap between our country and other countries is, and to see if there is anything worth learning from them."

Ye Heqi couldn't help laughing and pinned the begonia to the pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

"When will you come back?"

Li Su was still smiling, but his tone was much more serious: "I will come back as soon as I finish my studies."

He went abroad to study, not to escape and enjoy life, but to better fight side by side with his friends.

The two hugged, wished each other well, and said goodbye.

The delicate flowers bloomed to every corner of the world amid the sound of train and cruise ship whistles.

*

Everyone who needed to be seen off had left, and only Ye Heqi remained in Peking.

The library closing bell rang, urging those students who were still reluctant to leave to go back and rest.

Ye Heqi closed the book in front of her, put it back on the bookshelf, and walked out of the library empty-handed, following the flow of people.

This should be the last time she would come to the Peking University Library to study for a long time in the future.

Her student life was completely over. When she stepped out of this palace of countless knowledge and doctrines, she, like her friends, devoted herself to a new battlefield.

This was a battlefield destined to be without gunpowder. What

she wanted to destroy was not the lives of the enemies, but the deep-rooted outdated ideas.

This battle was destined to be extremely difficult. Conquering the enemy in the spiritual dimension was a hundred times more difficult than killing the enemy in the physical dimension.

After thousands of years of baptism, those outdated ideas had been deeply rooted in the national culture. Her personal efforts in just a few decades might not have produced much results.

But she was willing to be this spark.

The door of the library closed from behind. The moonlight tonight was bright and clear. Next to the stone tablet engraved with famous quotes, stood a lady in a cheongsam.

The night breeze was slightly cool. Yao Rong was wearing a gray shawl and a coat on her arm.

Ye Heqi smiled brightly and walked quickly towards Yao Rong: "Mom, why did you come to pick me up? Didn't I say I would be back late today?"

Yao Rong reached out and gently hugged Ye Heqi, and put her coat on Ye Heqi's shoulders: "There was nothing else to do at home. I saw that the library should be closed soon, so I came to pick you up."

"It's not convenient from our home to Peking University Library." Ye Heqi smiled, raised her hand to hold Yao Rong's arm, and suddenly felt her side pocket bulging.

She thought it contained the papers she forgot to take away, but when Ye Heqi reached out to touch it, she was stunned.

The thing in the pocket

was a begonia.

"All three of them received begonias, how could I let you be left alone?"

Yao Rong's voice echoed in the night, soft and gentle.

(End of the main text)

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Extra:

Later, the scale of the Women's Aid Association became larger and larger.

The Women's Aid Association funded and established more and more girls' schools.

When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, the country became more and more turbulent——

When a natural disaster broke out in a certain place, the lives of the people were covered in charcoal——

As the president of the Women's Aid Association, Ye Heqi has been organizing fundraising activities and encouraging women to join the army to protect their families and the country.

She herself has been in the most dangerous battlefields several times to transport urgently needed supplies to the soldiers. Occasionally, she would act as a war correspondent and record everything with the camera given to her by Yao Rong.

The boxes of supplies engraved with the mark of begonias were transported to every battlefield, and from every battlefield, they spread to the vast territory.

Later, those people like begonias scattered into stars in the sky and stepped on every inch of mountains and rivers.

So when the autumn wind gradually rose, the flowers of freedom bloomed all over the world.

In the blink of an eye, it was the season for begonias to bloom again.

A fairy crane flew over the vast fields full of begonias, flew into Peking, climbed Badaling, and saw a brand new Great Wall.

It flew over the new Great Wall, flew into the crowd, followed the crowd to the square, and heard the leader reading the inscription at the foundation laying ceremony of the Monument to the People's Heroes:

"The people's heroes who have sacrificed in the People's Liberation War and

the People's Revolution over the past three years will live forever! The people's heroes who have sacrificed in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution over the past thirty years will live forever!

From this, the people's heroes who have sacrificed in successive struggles to oppose internal and external enemies, to fight for national independence and the freedom and happiness of the people since 1840 will live forever!"

After listening to the inscription, it did not leave, but stayed there with all the people and waited.

After waiting for a long time, it finally waited from the long night to the rising red sun in the east.

Finally, it heard the leader solemnly declare:

"Fellow countrymen, the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China was established today!"

It was in the crowd, tears welled up in its eyes and it couldn't stop crying.

But no one laughed at it.

Because everyone around it was exactly the same as it.

When it finally calmed down its inner excitement, the crowd gradually dispersed.

They were all going home.

It stood there, looking around in a daze, wanting to go home, but forgot the direction to go home.

Just when it was anxious and wanted to find a random direction to fly away, a warm embrace surrounded it.

The owner in his arms said to it in a gentle voice: "The celebration of the founding ceremony is over, Heqi, let's go home."

"Peizhen, Runshu, Asu, Amu, Baiqing and Afu are waiting for us to go back and make dumplings."

The words penetrated the layers of mist and pulled the distant soul back to reality from another time and space.

Ye Heqi opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually returned, looking at her no longer young wrist, and then she remembered that she was invited to attend the founding ceremony with her mother as the chairman of the Women's Assistance Association.

She slowly stood up and walked out of the venue.

The night wind was a little cool, Ye Heqi stretched out her hand to tighten her suit jacket and looked around.

The national flag was fluttering nearby.

In the distance, there are thousands of lights and cheers all over the city.

The autumn wind is still bleak, but the world has changed.

(From the modern era to the Republic of China/Da Bai Ya Ya Ya)