The villa where Hu Yibao lives has fifteen rooms, so the United States provided fifteen live broadcast rooms.
Each live broadcast room broadcasts a room.
At the same time, the walls of every live broadcast room are densely covered with brush calligraphy.
Every word is so strong and beautiful.
The whole world was shocked.
In the live broadcast room provided by the United States, languages and texts from all over the world are being communicated in the barrage.
"What's this?"
"Chinese calligraphy?"
"Although I don't understand calligraphy, every word looks extremely shocking."
"Oh my god, is this the reincarnation of the Sage of Calligraphy?"
"Could these words be written by Mr. Hu Yibao?"
Soon, some Chinese people or people who knew Chinese characters began to pay attention to what Hu Yibao wrote on the wall.
"[Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves], what a beautiful and heart-stirring poem! I'm afraid it also represents Mr. Hu Yibao. When he chose to fight the entire Du Feng family alone, he had already anticipated the current situation."
"[Since the goal is the horizon, all I can leave behind is my back. I don't worry about whether the future will be smooth or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is within my expectations.] These two sentences completely broke my defenses. Because I love life, I am fearless!"
"[Why are there always tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so deeply!] Ahhhh!! It's hard to imagine the despair Brother Bao faced to write such passionate words, words that speak of the spirit of giving up everything to fight. Brother Bao, you're not alone, we're here too! The entire China is your trump card!"
"[The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to search for light]," Bao Ge once wrote, and now, he is silently proving this statement with his own actions. He knows the existence behind PFOA, and he also knows the harm that PFOA hair extensions will cause alone in the United States, but he still chooses to search for light in the darkness, regardless of everything."
"Everyone, go to the 13th live broadcast room and see, Brother Bao is still writing."
Five o'clock in the morning.
It was dawn.
In the guest room of the villa, Hu Yibao had not slept all night, but there was no trace of dejection in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with an unconcealable light.
The brush in his hand seemed to be assisted by God, and he wrote vigorous and bold Chinese characters on the wall.
He had been writing all night, but for some reason, Hu Yibao felt more and more excited the more he wrote.
Perhaps it was the grief and anger in his heart that turned into strength in his blood, supporting everything he did.
At the same time, a camera in the room was filming him, and the content appeared in the live broadcast room No. 13 provided by the United States.
At this time, the number of people online has exceeded 100 million, and the number is still increasing.
In the barrage, languages from different countries are communicating with each other.
"What is Hu Yibao doing?"
"I heard that what Hu Yibao wrote on the wall was modern poetry, each one filled with perseverance and fighting spirit amidst despair!"
"Is this true? Is Hu Yibao really that talented? Could it be that what he's writing now is modern poetry? I've never seen anything this long."
“It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.”
"Shocking! So shocking! There's actually poetry that can be filled with such shocking power!"
"Hu Yibao now is like a fighter, fearless and moving forward courageously."
"I don't understand Chinese, can someone translate it for me?"
Amidst the communication between languages, a line of blood-red English characters soon appeared and floated across the screen.
The blood-red text is indeed very attractive.
But what is more attractive is the content of the text.
[Over the vast ocean, a fierce wind gathers dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the seagull soars proudly like black lightning.]
[Sometimes its wings touched the waves, sometimes it soared into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouted...]
【……】
The stupid penguins timidly hid their fat bodies under the cliffs... Only the proud petrels soared bravely and freely over the foaming sea!
The dark clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, while the waves, singing, rushed to the sky to meet the thunder.
The impact brought by each line of text.
It is as if one is seeing a seagull, fearless in a storm. Even though it knows that its physical body will be destroyed, it will still raise its body and rush head-on towards the brightest and most powerful lightning in the sky at the most violent moment of the thunder, accompanied by the music of thunder that resounds through the heavens and the earth.
He wanted to use his own body to shatter the thunder in the storm!
When talking about Haiyan, he is also talking about Hu Yibao now. What he is doing now is to move forward with his weak body, and he will not retreat even if he is in danger of death.
This moment.
Hu Yibao's figure, holding a brush and standing with his head held high in front of a wall covered with calligraphy, instantly became taller in the eyes of hundreds of millions of people.
He is no longer alone.
But a spiritual god!
"You're not fighting alone! I'm here too!"
I don’t know who it was, but someone suddenly said something in English.
Then gradually the screen was full.
"You're not fighting alone! I'm here too!"
"You're not fighting alone! I'm here too!"
"You're not fighting alone! I'm here too!"
…
Hundreds of millions of people are posting the same comment.
No matter what country or race they are from, at this moment, at this time, their hearts are closely connected because of Hu Yibao.
Outside the United States Government Building.
The millions of people who were sitting in silence gradually stood up one by one.
They held their heads high, held hands, and walked step by step towards the official building.
Facing the steel building that almost reached the sky, they were like petrels ready to sacrifice themselves to defeat the dark thunder, walking towards the officials armed with guns.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM!!”
The rumbling footsteps turned into soul-stirring shouts, echoing above the official building.
Even though they were unarmed, even though they were flesh and blood, even though they were walking slowly, the fearlessness and determination displayed on their faces made tens of thousands of American officials who were armed with guns and live ammunition tremble slightly.
They had never seen such a determined crowd.
Six o'clock in the morning.
Hu Yibao's figure standing in front of the wall suddenly shook. He turned and left the guest room, came to the master bedroom, and entered the master bedroom bathroom.
When it came out, thirteen pages were missing from the Disaster Book.
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