This is Xu Ruifeng's evaluation of Bai Ling, because even if she wears ordinary people's clothes, her words are still floating in the sky, like a middle-aged person observing a young person, always unconsciously feeling
The other party is somewhat unreliable.
But Lao Xu had forgotten that when he first heard Xiu Niang talk about the ideals of the Red Party, he felt that it was very unreliable.
Just like this time.
"look."
Bai Ling pointed at a farmer on the street. He was driving a carriage parked on the side of the road. The carriage was made of iron boxes. When the waiter saw this kind of carriage, he immediately rushed over.
"Hurry up and get out of the way. Don't disturb our business and get beaten up."
The coachman was also very unhappy and replied: "Your family is the owner of the Palace of Hell, but you won't let me in at the door for a while?"
"You're telling me, our place is really the Palace of the King of Hell!" The waiter approached the coachman and said, "Are you from the country? Are you going to the city to take a dump? Do you know where this is?"
"Listen up, this is Wafangdian, and the person sitting upstairs drinking tea is Mr. Xu, our underground gun from Beiman!"
"How dare you, a shit-catcher, stop here? What if you catch Mr. Xu? Are you going to die? How come you can't hear what you're saying?"
When the coachman heard the last sentence, he didn't even dare to refute. He stretched out his hand to grab the reins, patted the horse's butt gently, and shouted: "Drive."
After the copper bell under the horse's neck rang several times, the carriage slowly left.
Bai Ling pointed at the coachman: "With your eyesight, can you tell who the coachman was just now?"
"Mud legs."
Xu Ruifeng didn't have to think about it. There was no evil in the driver's eyes. He chose to tolerate the scolding without any sense of resistance. It was obvious that he was the most ordinary common man, a farmer outside Beiman City.
Bai Ling asked again: "Then do you think it is a building or a foundation?"
you still need to ask?
Lao Xu didn't want to answer.
“They stick their feet in the mud all day long, and they have to plow the ground in the cold winter, press fertilizer into the ground to nourish the soil, and then continue to plow the ground in the spring fields, turning the cultivated soil to the surface and re-nourishing the bottom layer. Only in this way can the soil be cultivated.
The ground has become stronger, and I have been working hard to support the general public throughout the year...but what I get back is the minimum amount of money, and sometimes I can't even leave enough food to feed my family. Tell me, is this a foundation?
It should be pavilions?"
"This is a group of people who should be taken seriously. They have a huge base in the country. What situation can they face? After the whole industrialization began, young people in the village moved to the big cities full of yearning, and would rather go hungry and start all over again.
He didn't want to become a worker, but he didn't want to farm the land. He even had to come back to show off after making some money. It was euphemistically called returning home in fine clothes. Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, this group of industries that were praised throughout the feudal era, inexplicably declined.
, obviously we still need them, obviously we can't live without them... but we start to look down on them unknowingly."
“Is this a foundation or a pavilion?”
"Can anyone stand up and say a word for them?"
"As long as the Japanese, the Soviets, the Germans, the Eight-Power Allied Forces, and all the foreign races invade the Central Plains, they will be the first to suffer misfortune. But the current government has never paid attention to this group of people, and have you ever heard anyone say that they have spent all their money?
With all your strength?”
Bai Ling looked at Lao Xu seriously: "Times have changed."
"As we begin to give up on the foundations that are within reach, we begin to crazily pursue national systems, industrial processes, and emerging things that are still in experiments or not even mature. Is this the reason why you hate any new ideas that appear in front of you? Yes.
Don’t you look down on the irritability and fury of the entire era and even the entire modern civilization?”
"I admit that this impact may be too powerful for ordinary people with conservative ideas, but you have to know that sooner or later these things will become the same foundation as this group of people, the land, and crops in the blink of an eye.
When the time comes, will you still think that what I said is nonsense?"
"Old Xu, we have been so angry, but we have found the reason, because if we don't pursue it closely, everyone will be abandoned by this rapidly developing era. We are not chasing in an exaggerated way, but when resisting a more powerful existence,
Try your best to adapt to other people's rhythm, otherwise, you will be left far behind and there will be no possibility of catching up."
This was the first time that Xu Ruifeng heard a long speech about the entire era. Before he could understand the discussion, a new round of impact came.
"Ever since I came into contact with you, I have always felt that... we are like two incompatible people. We are obviously in the same time and space, but we seem to live in different eras. Until today, I suddenly understood."
"Old Xu, you seem to have never loved this world. You have locked yourself in the past just to have your former glory there."
Xu Ruifeng seemed to have a natural resistance to the word 'love', so he repeated it quite understandably: "Love?"
"Yes, love."
"You don't understand this world, and you don't want to understand it. You only know the name of this country, but you don't know where it came from..."
Xu Ruifeng quickly stopped and said, "Wait a minute!"
"You can't understand, are you?" Bai Ling lowered his speaking speed and explained: "You know that you are Chinese, and maybe you know some history, but those things exist in your imagination and have not been seen with your own eyes. But...
Now you are clinging to these things you have never seen before and refusing to let go, and you are still looking at all the new generations with a cold attitude from a high place."
"Do you know about the hot springs hidden in the mountains? Have you ever taken a dip in them?"
"Did you know that when the fish come back, thousands of salmon pass by in the river, and you can easily catch a tender and plump one?"
"Have you ever lied on the lawn in midsummer and let the wind blow, listening to the singing of birds and enjoying the fragrance of flowers under the shade of the trees?"
"I have seen that we have traveled more than 20,000 miles around this country. I know that we were recently sent back to the Northeast and witnessed every plant and tree in this country. While I fell in love with this land, I also understood
The gap with others.”
Xu Ruifeng discovered that Bai Ling and Xiu Niang were on two different paths. Xiu Niang put the biggest world view directly into his mind, allowing him to understand a framework, but Bai Ling filled in all the details, and every word he said could
It reminds you of the scene at that time.
"Old Xu, how could you really fall in love with this country if you haven't experienced all this personally?"
Xu Ruifeng looked at her: "Are you saying these things will delay me and the Japanese?"
"No delay." Bai Ling smiled: "Resisting Japan is a national righteousness that cannot be changed or recalled..."
"But you also have to know where this national justice comes from and what inspires this patriotic sentiment. Only in this way can we prove that we are still alive and have been in this world."
We are still alive and have come to this world.
This sentence repeated over and over again in Xu Ruifeng's mind. The matching images were of him grilling fish by the river, soaking in the hot springs, and humming on the floor with grass in his mouth. The annoying dandelions that fell on his face were wiped away with a wave of his hand.
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At this moment, he discovered that his world had color. Before that, all memories were black and white.
Lao Xu seemed to be standing in the middle of the long river of memory, standing at the boundary between color and black and white. He turned around and saw the killings of the past ten years and the excitement of running for his life. At that moment, he had no time to go.
Looking at the beautiful scenery around us, the air we breathe into our mouth and nose can only be described as biting and never fresh... And when it comes to food and drink, when people are in poverty, the meat they eat is about class; people can live a little better.
He began to enter major restaurants, and had to eat the dishes cooked by a certain chef. What mattered was his status...
This is not to say that those things are not delicious. It is that the moment those things are put on the table, one thing has been determined. They are done to satisfy the heart, not the stomach. When there is a problem with your supply direction, what will happen?
Love? If you can’t even produce love, how can you produce love?
Without love, it is not saving the country, it is simply resisting Japan, it is desperate!
Why must we fight the Japanese to the end?
For the sake of the nation? For the sake of justice?
That's right. This can be said by one person. However, can it be done purely for this land? Can it be done simply because of the love for this place?
If those Japanese are allowed to invade, the hot springs will no longer be accessible to you. If there are any problems in this battle, those salmon may become products of other countries. This is a matter of justice and personal emotion.
Is it a problem? No, it is a great meaning formed by the smaller personal emotions that converge into a river and finally flow into the sea.
Can we simply resist Japan just for the food in the fields?
Can we resist Japan just for the pond at the foot of the hillside?
Is it possible just to breathe a sigh of relief and simply look down upon these Japanese people setting foot on this land to fight against Japan?
It’s okay, no one forces you, but when no one forces you, you still have to resist Japan. This is called loving this country, because you firmly believe in your heart that this land only belongs to you and many other compatriots, and you are one of them.