diskusbooks Chapter 75 He is the person I admire most in my life.
Chapter 75 He is the person I admire most in my life.
(PS: The reason I wrote this scene is because September 9.3rd is approaching, and I've been watching a lot of videos lately that have moved me deeply. The novel has just reached the point where it's set in the capital, so I felt compelled to write about this scene!)
The queue stretched for a long, winding line!
People from all over the world and of all ages wore a common, heartfelt reverence and respect on their faces.
Ye Fan stopped in his tracks.
Looking at that hall that carries the emotions of hundreds of millions of people, there is a rare, almost devout focus in his eyes.
Liu Ruyan felt his hand tighten slightly, so she composed herself and silently followed beside him.
They first went to the designated flower sales point on one side of the square.
The stalls were filled with elegant yellow and white chrysanthemums, neatly arranged in bouquets.
Ye Fan chose two of the largest and fullest bunches of white chrysanthemums.
"Honey, so many people have come from all over the country!"
Liu Ruyan said softly, and also bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums and held them to her chest.
"worth."
Ye Fan's answer was brief and powerful, his gaze never leaving the direction of the memorial hall.
He straightened his collar, as if he were going to attend an extremely important ceremony.
A long wait, a silent tribute.
The procession moved slowly, but was unusually quiet.
There was none of the usual hustle and bustle of tourist attractions, only low, subdued conversations and the occasional murmur of children.
The air was filled with the smells of sweat, the sun-baked stone bricks, and the faint fragrance of white chrysanthemums.
Upon entering the memorial hall, the air seemed to freeze.
The seated statue of the great man, carved from white marble, has a solemn yet kind face.
People spontaneously removed their hats, stood at attention, held their breath, and looked on with reverence.
An elderly couple with white hair were standing not far in front of Ye Fan and his group.
The old man was wearing a faded old military uniform (without collar insignia or cap badge), with a faded badge of a great man pinned to his chest, and his back was ramrod straight.
The old lady wore a simple blue cloth shirt, clutching a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums tightly in her hand, her wrinkled eyes constantly moist.
The old man would occasionally raise his hand to wipe his eyes, a suppressed sob escaping his throat.
His wife gently patted his back and whispered:
"Old Zhang, don't be like this, the great man is watching... We have to let the great man see that we're doing well..."
His voice carried a strong local accent, yet it was full of deep emotion.
As the procession moved slowly forward.
When Ye Fan reached the crystal coffin containing the remains of the great man, he stopped in his tracks.
He straightened his back, standing firm like a pine tree, his gaze filled with unprecedented focus, reverence, and a deep longing that transcended time.
He didn't speak.
He simply gazed long and deeply at the peaceful face in the crystal coffin.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Liu Ruyan stood quietly beside him, feeling for the first time so clearly the surging, almost devout, emotions within him.
This emotion is completely different from his wise judgment in the business world and his passionate possession of her during their intimate moments; it is more profound, pure, and reaches the depths of his soul.
She was deeply moved and felt an overwhelming sense of admiration for that groundbreaking great man.
.......
I walked out of the north gate of the memorial hall.
Bathed in the dazzling sunlight once again, it felt as if I had awakened from a deep and solemn dream.
The square was still bustling with people and vehicles, and the world had returned to its usual rhythm and noise.
But Ye Fan and Liu Ruyan remained silent for a long time.
Those brief few minutes just now.
The frozen scene, the silent tears, the deep bow, the mountain of flowers, and the peaceful face in the crystal coffin are etched into my heart like a brand.
"It felt like...like I had undergone a baptism."
Liu Ruyan spoke softly, her voice still carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness.
She glanced back at the solemn white marble building.
Ye Fan nodded silently, his gaze lingering on the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind in the square, as if looking through time and into the depths beyond.
"He is the person I admire most in my life."
He gripped Liu Ruyan's hand tightly; his palm was warm.
Everything he had just seen in the memorial hall—the veterans' tears, the children's bewilderment, the youth's reverence, and the ordinary people's remembrance—all converged into a complex and powerful force that impacted his soul.
He took a deep breath. The summer air in the capital was hot, but it couldn't dispel the heavy reverence and indescribable thoughts in his heart.
Ye Fan spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, each word seemingly carrying weight:
"Without his and his generation's pioneering efforts and transformative achievements, we wouldn't be able to stand here today, breathing freely, pursuing our dreams freely, and even... having the opportunity to try and change the world."
The sunlight fell on his young yet resolute face, and the pure and fervent admiration he felt was one of the core cornerstones of his values.
"Let's go."
He finally just said something in a low voice.
The two blended into the crowd in the square, their shadows elongated in the afternoon sun.
The memorial hall stands silently behind them, like an eternal coordinate, marking history and gazing into the future.
far away.
From somewhere, that familiar melody drifted faintly in:
"The East is Red, the sun rises..."
............
That heavy feeling hasn't completely dissipated yet!
Ye Fan gently squeezed Liu Ruyan's hand, his face regaining its usual relaxed smile, but his eyes held a subtle warmth that was more noticeable than before.
"Hey auntie, let's go to the National Museum across the street! I'll take you to see the pinnacle of our ancestors' 'creative' art, which left behind not only solemnity, but also a vibrant and colorful life."
With a raised eyebrow, that bit of "cheekiness" instantly comes back to life.
Liu Ruyan was amused by him, and the last bit of heaviness vanished:
"Who was that serious-looking guy just now? His mood changes faster than turning the pages of a book!"
But he held her hand tightly, pulled her across Chang'an Avenue, and plunged headfirst into that huge "historical blind box"—the National Museum!
I swiped my ID card to enter the National Museum.
Wow! It's quite cool, and there are a lot of people! It's completely different from the solemnity of the memorial hall just now.
The place was filled with hushed discussions, children's exclamations, and the buzzing of tour guides' loudspeakers.
"look!"
Ye Fan pointed to the enormous timeline at the entrance, his voice low but clear:
"Five thousand years, flowing all the way to the sea, and here we stand."
He naturally led her towards the basic exhibition of ancient China:
"Let's go see those 'old friends' who laid the foundation for us."
"Watch closely!"
Ye Fan waved his hand, instantly transforming into a self-taught comedian and tour guide:
"A Grand Showcase of China's 5,000-Year Heritage! Ye's Exclusive VIP Talk Show, Guaranteed to Teach and Learn, Deeply Immersing You in History!"
Liu Ruyan sighed, rubbing her forehead.
"Honey! Let's be serious! These things are national treasures!"
Ye Fan smiled and said:
"Leave the solemnity to the memorial hall; this is a fun and engaging history classroom!"
Ye Fan grabbed her and rushed to the enormous Houmuwu Ding.
The enormous bronze cauldron stands solemnly and majestically inside the glass case.
Ye Fan looked intently at the inscription and said softly:
"The Simuwu... is not merely a cooking or ritual vessel, but a symbol of royal power, representing the pinnacle of craftsmanship that could be achieved in that era. Look at the patterns: the majestic Taotie, the intricate cloud and thunder patterns—the awe and sense of power of the ancients are all cast within it."
He paused, then turned his head and winked at Liu Ruyan, his voice low and slightly mischievous:
"However... just imagine the scene of cooking meat with it back then, it must have been quite a spectacle, and the aroma of the oil could probably travel for miles."
Liu Ruyan was amused by his serious yet slightly mischievous demeanor and gave him a light punch.
"You have too many ideas! But... this cauldron is truly awe-inspiring; you can feel its weighty sense of history even through the glass."