As the echo of the charge horn in the room was swallowed by the rainy night, he transmigrated back to the years of fire and war.
"In this vast Longguo, is there really no room even for one quiet desk where people can study?"
That was the candlelight of scholars, and the unyielding spirit of an entire nation.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry... I want a steamed bun."
"Be good, my child. Bear with it, and it'll soon be over."
"Grandpa, I want to study too. There must be lots of interesting things in books, right?"
The future of the land and its people shone in the child's eyes.
"Company commander, we have to retreat! The Japanese have come around behind us. If we don't pull back now, it'll be too late!"
"We're soldiers. Every inch of our land is soaked in blood. The word 'retreat' isn't in our dictionary!"
They planted their lives in every inch of scorched earth.
"Comrade, you came from the New Longguo. What is this new China like?"
"I imagine it must be a New Longguo where the people are happy, the country is prosperous, everyone has enough to eat and can study, no one is oppressed, and everyone lives in harmony."
Light shone in the young soldier's eyes, enveloping him as he gazed at the sky.
This was the dream they laid the foundations for with their lives, and our reunion across the pages of history.
Those eyes that still longed to study amid hunger and warfare, those backs that refused to yield even in the most desperate circumstances, had long since written the words "New Longguo" across the land.
