Zhang Peng's words were so inflammatory that Wang Changling, a young and enthusiastic man, was filled with excitement and wished he could immediately devote himself to the great cause of building Beiting.
Xu Wanyi suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. That day in the Protectorate's Mansion, he seemed to have used the same method to arouse the determination of her father and mother to "start a second business."
Zhang Peng looked up at the sky forty-five degrees. Although the sky was gray and there was heavy snow in front of him, he still burst into tears... There was no way. If he wanted to move others, he must first move himself. As a former university drama club
As the leader of the troupe, he has long kept Stanislavsky's "The Actor's Self-Cultivation" in mind. This moment is the peak of emotion and the best time for performance.
"I have a dream," Zhang Peng shouted emotionally toward the lake as the tears on his face soon turned into ice slag, "Young uncle, I will tell you what I want to tell you today!"
Xu Wanyi's eyes widened. She had woken up from the impact of Zhang Peng's speech. At this time, she saw the tears in the corners of Zhang Peng's eyes and the details of his compassionate expression, including the way he held his head high, faced the lake and shouted hoarsely, with blue veins popping out.
His movements and expressions made him silently give 10,000 likes.
She once curiously asked Zhang Peng what subjects the "Tianxiahui" taught him. Zhang Peng mentioned a lot of subjects, one of which was called "acting"! It is said that after learning the essence, you can have a good face.
Half of the scene is smiling and half of it is crying, interpreting other people's lives without leaving any trace.
Zhang Peng, who had only roughly studied this subject, was so talkative and changeable. He could freely switch between shameless, heroic, righteous, compassionate and other character traits. Sometimes, Xu Wanyi really wanted to see if Zhang Peng had a smile on his face.
Wearing a human skin mask.
After recovering from her thoughts, Xu Wanyi continued to watch Zhang Peng's performance. This time, she observed it very carefully.
Zhang Peng's performance was still as hard as ever, and Wang Changling was still listening intently. His high-pitched voice was the only thing left in Luochen Mountain that shook the whole place with the mountain wind.
"Although Beiting has suffered various difficulties and setbacks now and in the future, I still have a dream."
"This dream is deeply rooted in the dream of the great China."
"I have a dream that one day, this nation will be united and truly realize the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident - standing at the top of all nations."
"I dream that one day, in the Imperial Academy in Chang'an City, the children of Beiting soldiers will be able to sit at the same table as the sons of the current prime ministers and talk about brotherhood together."
"I dream that one day, even the Mobei, Qingtang and even the Iranian Plateau, which are surrounded by powerful enemies, will become a horse racing paradise for the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties."
"I dream that one day, my country will be an adventure island coveted not because of its rich products, but an awe-inspiring pilgrimage site because of its wealth and military strength."
"I have a dream today."
"I dream that one day, this Great Xia Dynasty will change. Although the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are still full of dissent, discrimination and prejudice on the border of Beiting, one day the noble sons and daughters there will be able to reunite with the descendants of Beiting.
Let’s move forward hand in hand.”
"I have a dream today."
"I have a dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will descend, the rough and tortuous roads will become smooth, and the Holy Light will be revealed and the world will be illuminated."
"This is my hope. I was born in Beiting with this belief. With this belief, we will be able to carve out a stone of hope from the gap of estrangement. With this belief, we will be able to turn this country into a flashy place.
The melancholy sound of not wanting to make progress has changed into a sonorous war song that connects mountains and seas and unites as one."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Peng roared until his voice became hoarse, his eyes flashed with energy, and his whole person exuded indescribable majesty.
Zhang Peng breathed heavily, observing Wang Changling's stunned expression with the corner of his eye, and decided in his heart: This performance is full of tension, and the character's arc is full and clear. Thank you again for the legacy of history, and thank you 1,300 years later.
Teacher Martin on the other side of the ocean...
Just when Wang Changling was about to fall in love with Zhang Peng's lofty dream, Mr. Kaishi was pacing back and forth in the study in boredom.
Should I go to Luming Academy to work with Brother Xiangyin, or should I go to Beiting University to teach?
Just when he was thinking about things and was distracted, he heard the noise and laughter of the disciples coming from outside the house. It sounded like they were marveling at the gift sent by Zhang Peng, and he became angry.
"How do I teach you on weekdays that anything less than tranquility will never lead to anything? How can it be inappropriate for a mere piece of property to cause you to make such a noise?" Mr. Kaishi rarely gets angry, but this time he was really a little angry.
Seeing Mr. Kaishi come out of the room and scold loudly, the students immediately became quiet.
"Tell me! Why are you so playful?" Mr. Kaishi felt that he had to punish the students, and the ruler in his hand was ready to go.
The leading student had no choice but to take out the book in his hand and replied tremblingly: "Reporting to the teacher, I saw that Zhang Junma not only sent ancient books, but also some new books. The disciple was really happy and couldn't help it.
I read a few articles and forgot my feelings, so I asked the teacher to punish me."
"What new books have caused you to lose your etiquette?" Mr. Kaishi calmed down his anger. After all, it is not a big mistake for students to love books so much.
But when he walked closer and picked up a new book from the book box sent by Zhang Peng, his pupils shrank obviously... The texture of this book? It's a bit unusual!
And why are the words in this book so neat? This is obviously not a copied book, this is a printed copy! And it is also a precious positive printing!
Mr. Kaishi was slightly startled. He gently put down the books in his hands, and then checked them one by one. He found that every one of the hundreds of books in a row was a printed copy! But how is this possible? When did precious positive engravings become so common?
Now? When did Beiting City become so luxurious?
"Teacher, look at these books, which are not only clearly printed but also made of tough paper." The disciple who just spoke couldn't put down the books in his hands and continued with a smile, "The most important thing is that the beautiful articles in this book are extremely beautiful and fascinating.
I haven’t tasted meat for three days!”
Mr. Kaishi's hand holding the book was trembling slightly. Although he was well-informed and read countless books, he rarely saw boxes of positive-printed books at one time. When was the last time? It seemed to be in Taipei.
Probably in the college's library. This almost broke his concentration.
Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath, and adjusting his condition, Mr. Kaishi asked his disciple: "The book is indeed a good book. I almost fell into ecstasy and couldn't extricate myself. Please tell me about the wonderful article that made you obsessed."
The disciple smiled like he was enjoying it, shook his head and recited: "This article is called "Inscription on the Humble Room"! I read it and gained a deep understanding, so I will recite it for the teacher!"