Gradually, the lights and shadows of different years began to blend together, and the simple and dilapidated pictures were gradually replaced by neon colors.
If Li Xun just passed through Zaomen's past, then now he is leading everyone to Zaomen's future.
at last,
A photo of standing on a high tower overlooking the bustling night view of Zaomen was frozen in front of everyone's eyes.
"When I put on my backpack and passed the traces of urban development along the way,"
"I'll tell myself,"
"A few decades ago, Zaomen was just a small city in an almost isolated location with no open space,"
"Behind the city before us, which is made up of numbers and traffic lines, are people who are unwilling to be imprisoned by physical space and want to find a way out."
"Everyone says that Zaomen is a magical city."
"But in this magic city, I haven't seen any romantic and beautiful magic decorations, I haven't seen a magic picture that can relax your will, and I haven't seen any tall buildings built with a wave of a magic wand.
"
"to the opposite,"
"This city is made up of nails made of steel, gears that are constantly biting and turning, and people who struggle day and night, cutting through the thorns and willing to sacrifice their lives.
Ordinary people whose flesh bodies have been transformed into machines.”
Li Xun took a deep breath and said:
"Nearly all of those sitting here today are natives of Zaomen or have lived here for decades!"
"My knowledge and understanding of this city must be much deeper than mine."
"I want to ask you a question, do you think Zaomen is a city with humanities?"
As soon as these words came out,
Chen Jianhai heard a hint of laughter coming from the mouth of Cong Wenru next to him.
Not only him,
Everyone else in the theater also laughed out loud.
It’s hard to say whether there are humanities or not, but there are countless viaducts, subways and various lines.
In such a big city, I want to hold a seminar, but I can't even find a standard theater.
In the end, the only option was to hold it in a hotel stage theater.
Although the requirements for this lecture tour are indeed very high,
The hotel's stage theater is indeed upscale and beautiful.
But this fact cannot be accepted satisfactorily.
Li Xun said: "I saw that everyone laughed after I asked this question."
"Why do I ask this question?"
"Because before I came to Zaomen to carry out this lecture tour, I once gave a friend of mine a rough outline of the title of the lecture tour."
"He said, "Looking for Zaomen under the clear breeze and moonlight." This name is too poetic and not suitable for this city."
"So I asked him, what name do you think is good?"
"He said that it is more appropriate to call it "Bloodshed and Victory Sun Zaomen"."
As soon as these words came out, the audience burst out laughing "haha".
"He gave this name because he felt that the city of Zaomen has almost no humanities."
"But is this really the case?"
Li Xun asked softly.
"Although this city is a bit colder, it looks like a high-speed machine with an eternal flame burning underneath."
"And this fire is nothing but the inner unyielding power of Zaomen people that has driven Zaomen's continuous development for decades."
"Winds, flowers, snow and moon are humanities, hard work and perseverance are humanities, and walking a path through the wilderness and cliffs are also humanities."
"The light of thought can always penetrate history and light up the future journey."
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Li Xun's voice echoed in the theater,
In front of everyone's eyes, it was like watching a movie, with photos taken by Li Xun during his travels flashing across the scene.
These photos include photos of scenery along the way, as well as photos of morning and dusk scenes.
Among the hurried crowds, there are tired workers lying on the floor sleeping, and there are also figures who stay up late in front of the computer.
Behind these are the stars overhead and the lights lit in residential buildings and offices.
Seeing this scene happening all around them, people in the theater couldn't help but discuss in a low voice:
"This is my home! My family used to live here!"
"Hey... isn't this the big brother who sells fried dough sticks in the vegetable market downstairs of my house?"
"I walk to this station every day..."
Even Chen Jianhai was surprised to see the Shell Hotel Industry Association building in Zaomen City in these photos that passed by.
The building in the morning light is quiet and unmoving, with a quiet and eternal attitude.
On the road in front of the building, there are cars passing by and people walking in a hurry. The combination of movement and stillness gives this photo an extremely harmonious and impactful vision.
"Brother Li, let's do it!"
Chen Jianhai looked at Li Xun on the stage, with a trace of heartfelt admiration flashing in his eyes.
After this lecture, he didn't know much about Zaomen, he could even be said to be a pure outsider, but he was full of respect for this magical city.
I wish I could give these Zaomen people a kiss.
The lecture lasted for more than three hours.
Li Xun also spoke on the stage for three hours.
Fortunately, Li Xun hikes outdoors all year round, so these three hours are relatively easy for him in terms of physical exertion.
The people in the stands, apart from constantly moving left and right because their waists couldn't stand it after sitting for too long, followed Li Xun the whole time and listened with great interest.
When Li Xun finished his speech, the whole theater burst into wild applause.
Many people in the theater stood up and went on stage to shake hands and communicate with Li Xun. Chen Jianhai stood under the stage and looked at Li Xun who was chatting enthusiastically with others, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Why don't you go on stage and get to know him?" Cong Wenru looked into Chen Jianhai's eyes and asked.
"No, he's busy now. I'll treat him to dinner later~" Chen Jianhai winked at Cong Wenru and said with a smile.
Only then did Cong Wenru suddenly realize.
Originally, he had planned to lead Chen Jianshang to the stage to get to know Li Xun, but he did not expect that the two of them had already developed into meal friends.
At that moment, Cong Wenru no longer cared about Chen Jianhai, and walked directly onto the stage to shake hands with Li Xun and communicate.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just when Chen Jianhai was waiting there, preparing to go on stage to congratulate Li Xun after everyone else left,
A gentle and tentative voice sounded beside him.
"Hello, are you Boss Chen?"
Chen Jianhai looked back and saw a middle-aged woman standing next to him, looking up at him.
Who are you……
Chen Jianhai was slightly startled. He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him somewhere.
Suddenly, Chen Jianhai's pupils shrank.
Isn't this the same person who led a group of orphan children to look at the ceiling at the Lion Castle Hotel subway station?
Immediately, Chen Jianhai quickly said: "Yes, I am Chen Jianhai."
"Hello, Boss Chen, I am the director of Zaomen Xingfu Welfare Home, and my name is Bian Ping." The middle-aged woman said.
"I have a humble request."
Chen Jianhai asked curiously: "What request?"
Bian Ping said: "There are too few theaters in Zaomen. The children in the orphanage have never been to a place like this, let alone a stage play."
"Can we let the children in our courtyard come here to watch a show?"
Recently, the stage performances at the Lion Castle Hotel have become really famous, even for people who have never stayed in the hotel and don’t understand Wickham’s world view.
I also know that the Lion Castle Hotel has a very good stage play.
Although Bian Ping didn't know the specific content of the stage play, she saw the stage performance with her own eyes today.
After seeing the effect, she felt that the stage play would definitely be great.
It’s just that the management of the Lion Castle Hotel is so strict that no one except hotel residents can enter.
Apart from today, she didn't know when she could see Chen Jianhai again.
So she mustered up the courage to talk to Chen Jianhai.
It would be best if the other party can agree. If not, it is normal.
After all, this is a hotel and not a public welfare institution such as a museum. If I want to bring dozens of children to watch the show for free, my request is a bit excessive.
Come to my theater for a show?
Chen Jianhai was slightly stunned.
He didn't think as much as Bian Ping thought. After all, when he saw those children at the subway station that day, he didn't feel very good.
If he could do something for them, he would be very happy.
"Coming to the show is no problem."
Bian Ping's eyes lit up.
But Chen Jianhai's next sentence directly rejected her.
"But my stage play is not suitable for children..."
Chen Jianhai sighed.
The world of Wickham is originally a dark fairy tale for adults, for adults to relieve their stress.
Not to mention anything else, the big monsters that appear in the desperate situation of the Mermaid Abyss are enough to scare children into having nightmares at night.
It's just that his hesitation sounded like a polite refusal to Bian Ping's ears.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Boss Chen."
Bian Ping suppressed her disappointment and said.
"Your theater is really great! I wish Boss Chen better business."
Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Chen Jianhai knew that Bian Ping had misunderstood what he meant, so he quickly said:
"Dean Bian, let's leave your contact information!"
"My theater has just been established, and the existing plays are really not suitable for children."
"After we have arranged a suitable play, can you bring the children over?"
In fact, he also thought about letting the children in the orphanage come to watch Li Xun's lecture.
But considering that three hours is too long, children may not be able to sit still.
Moreover, what Li Xun gave was an academic speech after all. Whether children can understand it is another matter.
If you make as much noise as in a movie theater, it will not only affect the mood of others listening to the lecture, but may also affect Li Xun's mood.
Therefore, Chen Jianhai could only shelve this idea and see if he could find some plays suitable for children in the future and invite them to watch them.
Bian Ping looked at Chen Jianhai's sincere face and said in surprise:
"That would be great."
As they spoke, the two left each other's contact information.
Seeing Bian Ping leaving happily, Chen Jianhai wrote down the incident and continued to stand where he was.
When everyone in the theater was almost gone and Li Xun was finally left alone on the stage, Chen Jianhai walked up.
"Brother Li, what you said is great!"
"I cried when you talked about it!"
"Get out of here." Li Xun cursed with a smile.
Li Xun walked to the side and poured mineral water down his throat.
Chen Jianhai saw sweat dripping down Li Xun's neck and forehead. The beige clothes on his body had been soaked into dark gray by sweat.
"Come on, Brother Li, celebrate your first victory."