Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Chapter 119

At this moment, the wind rises to the end of Qingping.

The dynasties have seen too many rising stars on the rise.

With the two pioneers Chen Zhongfu and Li Shouchang, the emperors of all dynasties are looking forward to the rising stars being able to shine more brightly!

In the canopy, the words continue to appear.

[The upsurge of strikes of the working class throughout the country was growing day by day, and the scale of the strikes was increasing day by day, and under pressure, the officials agreed to remove Cao, Zhang, and Lu from their posts.

[The next day, Generalissimo Xu asked for his resignation. The

screen appears.

"We have won

!" "The traitor has been dismissed!"

The

whole capital was filled with the joy of official compromise.

Brothers Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian stood on the street, looking at the smiling faces of people from all walks of life, and a trace of a smile appeared on their tired faces.

Chen Yannian sat in a car, away from the capital, and came to a remote rural suburb.

The news was told to Chief Lee, who had taken refuge here.

However, Li Shouchang's face was still serious, and there was no trace of a smile on his face.

"Teacher, aren't you happy?"

Looking at the former's face, Chen Yannian couldn't help but ask.

Glancing at him, the warden spoke, and said, "This is a victory for the common people, and it is gratifying, but we still have a long way to go, and this is only a very small victory.

"What I expect is a world with red flags around the world, and that's the real victory.

Chen Yannian's expression darkened suddenly: "Father... Still in prison..."

.

In the editorial office of "New Youth".

Hu is writing an article for this issue.

There was cheering outside the window, and he put down his pen and glanced outside.

The young face fell silent.

The traitor was dismissed, but he was not happy at all.

In the past two days, as long as he closes his eyes, the expressions of those two people who look at death as if they are at home will go deep into his mind and linger.

"Brother Zhongfu, is this the 'struggle' you want to see? It's off track..."Then

Hu sat down and continued to write, his expression even darker, bringing his own ideas into the article and publishing it.

The screen turns.

Chen Yannian went to visit his father and brought the latest issue of "New Youth".

Chen Zhongfu took it, only glanced at it, and frowned.

continued to watch, the anger on his face became heavier and heavier, and finally snapped and smashed this issue of "New Youth" to the ground.

"Who wrote this issue of "New Youth", in the past, the chief and I paid attention to writing a single topic, all of which were empty talk that avoided reality and made up of fiction!"

Chen Yannian told him: "It's Hu's. "

Call him here!" Soon

, Hu came.

His eyes were complicated, and he looked at Chen Zhongfu in prison deeply.

Brother Zhongfu is still the same Brother Zhongfu, even if he has been imprisoned, he is still incompatible with the prisoners here.

The figure is still straight, and the back is still not complete - it still looks like death.

He picked up the wrinkled "New Youth" that had been thrown on the ground, wiped it clean, and then explained calmly.

"Zhongfu, I know you're angry, but I'm doing this with a good intention, as long as this is the case, the magazine can survive better, and our years of painstaking management will not be ruined. The

expected anger and questioning did not appear, and Chen Zhongfu's expression was still calm, looking directly at Hu.

"Do you hear the cheers outside these days? We have triumphed, the nation has triumphed over the might!" he

had only disappointment in his eyes.

"I didn't understand it before, but now I understand that, at the end of the day, it's that our faction is different.

"You are a pro-foreigner, I am a pro-reason, and the chief is a pro-country, and the three of them have different opinions.

"But over time, I've become a pro-countryist.

He sighed: "The original intention of our establishment of the "New Youth" is not to talk about academics and engage in learning, but to return the whole of China to a new and different nation, and the overseas development strategy is not suitable for us, and we can only gradually grow stronger by exploring a path that is truly suitable for us." "

Hu is gone.

When I left, I took this issue of "New Youth" with me.

Panting heavily, for the first time, he felt that the suit on his body was a little tight, so tight that it was a little difficult for him to breathe.

The sun shone on his face, and he actually felt dazzling, but his pride and stubbornness made him straighten his waist as much as possible, stick to his own ideas, and not talk about political knowledge.

And Zhongfu is still in prison, quietly in the shadows.

But the sun shone in through the window, and it was warm.

Text emerges.

[The chaos of the times has created the rupture of friendship. [Both

sides are stubborn, some have firmly established the right path, and some have gone to the dark, and some are like stepping into the abyss of mistakes, falling deeper and deeper. [

But the road is like this, in the foggy, uncertain road ahead in the big lake, every step is crucial, no step can be wrong, this nation has taken too many crooked roads, can't afford to be wrong!]

At this moment, Da Song.

Zhao Kuangyin let out a long sigh, his eyes were extremely complicated.

"From Tan Sitong, to Sun Yat-sen, to Chen Zhongfu... The road taken in every era is too difficult

...""The oppression of foreign powers, the intervention of domestic officials, the dullness of national thinking, and the ideological mistakes of comrades-in-arms on the same road..."

"How sad is it that the difference in thinking creates rebellion?"

"But this era is like this, it is much better than before... At least there are many people who have awakened their minds and are no longer alone. "

It's just—"

Confucius's eyes lowered.

After a long time, he muttered to himself: "The majestic establishment of the future great power, there is no part of the Hu clan in it..."

In the canopy, the text continues.

[A whole vigorous May and June have passed, and this 'wind and thunder' has finally come to an end.

[Some shouted, some roared, some rose up, some bled out, some were wounded, some were imprisoned, but fortunately, we were finally victorious. For the first time, civil power triumphed over power.

[On June 23, 1919, in response to the absurd contract in Paris, the authorities were forced to change their minds and ordered the diplomatic corps in Dispatch to delay signing. With

text, a new picture.

Paris, Palace of Versailles.

Except for Italy, representatives of all Entente countries were present.

The only thing I saw was the Chinese delegation.

The picture changes.

Gu Weijun did not go to the scene of the Paris Peace Conference, but bought a domestic newspaper, boarded a car, and shuttled through the bustling streets.

The scenery outside the window quickly retreated, but Gu Weijun looked down at the newspaper. During this time, he learned everything that had happened in the country for the past two months.

Later, the workers also joined in to petition and escort the students;

and a man named Chen Zhongfu awakened the anger of the entire Chinese nation and the whole nation at the cost of imprisonment in this era.

......

Looking at it, Gu Weijun laughed, but his eyes were moist.

Forty thousand Chinese people are opposed to signing that absurd contract, and they do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for it.

"You... Good!"

new words quickly appeared in the canopy.

[Gu Weijun returned to China, as the 40,000,000 Chinese wished, and did not sign the "Treaty of Versailles", which was the first time that China said 'no' to the great powers at a diplomatic conference.

[Gu Weijun said in his memoirs: "The Chinese people will not forget this sad day.

[The car drove slowly in the dawn of dawn, and I felt that everything was so bleak. The sky, the shadows of the trees, the silent streets. I think this day will be regarded as a tragic day that will remain in the history of China. At the same time, I secretly imagined the pomp and circumstance of the closing ceremony of the peace conference, and imagined how surprised and excited the delegates attending the peace conference would be when they saw that the two chairs reserved for the Chinese plenipotentiary had been empty. This is an unforgettable day for me, for the entire delegation, and for China. China's absence will certainly make the peace conference, the French diplomatic circles, and even the whole world stunned, if not shaken. "】