Treasure hunt with my sister

Seeing this man, Jian Yumei seemed to see him telling stories about the past with passion, those days of wandering alone, those psychological journeys of repeated tossing in search of the truth, and those passionate days, those and countless People with lofty ideals together, the days of riots hoping to shake the rule of the Qing court, and the disappointment after the founding of the Republic of China after giving way to Yuan Shikai, the lonely days of repeated failures against the Beiyang warlords, and the re-establishment of the three major policies , re-glorious days.

Scene by scene, Jian Yumei either heard it from other people, from the newspapers, or directly from Mr. Sun.

He felt very sad.

When there were fewer guests for a while, Jian Yumei walked in. He walked in gently, for fear of alarming Mr. Sun.

"Jian Yumei, you are here!" Jian Yumei saw that Mrs. Sun seemed to have changed suddenly. At this moment, she was all weak and haggard.

Jian Yumei looked at this great woman. At this moment, he wanted to tell her not to be sad, but he knew that all this was difficult.

He could only force his tears.

"Sir will always live in our hearts!" Jian Yumei could only say this in a trembling voice.

Madam Sun burst into tears again.

Wang Jingwei was on the sidelines, also wiping away tears.

Sun Yat-sen's body was sent to Xiehe Hospital for embalming treatment on the same day.

A few days later, the body was sent to the Sheji Altar in Central Park for the public to pay their respects.

These days, Jian Yumei has been by Mr. Sun's side.

He personally helped Mr. Sun's coffin. At that moment, Jian Yumei thought of her father.

Such a teacher-like person, who cared for him and taught him the truth, made him feel extremely warm.

At this moment, he has infinite admiration in his heart, because after the grief, Jian Yumei knows, and Jian Yumei knows calmly, that is to hold back the sadness, move on, and continue the unfinished business of her husband.

Jian Yumei knew her husband's last words, and Wang Jingwei relayed them to him, that is "peace, struggle, save China!"

Jian Yumei knew that this was what Mr. Sun said repeatedly before his death. Jian Yumei was looking at the sky in Beijing in March at this moment, and he knew that he would spend his whole life to fulfill Mr. Sun's wish.

Because she was not alone, Jian Yumei felt infinite power when she saw the thousands of people who came to pay homage to her husband and those who were sad for her husband's death.

He knew that he was one of them, because with everyone, he was not alone.

Lin Li and Mu Xiner came, Chi Heng and Dan Yunbi came, Chi Feng came, and Professor Mu came.

When Jian Yumei saw them, she felt the warmth of love or friendship in her heart.

They were also comforting Jian Yumei.

At that moment, Jian Yumei felt that she was no longer alone.

When his father died, he felt extremely lonely, but now, he knows that he is no longer alone.

When he heard Mr. Sun's last wish, he even thought of changing his mind and went to the Whampoa Military Academy to learn modern military theories and methods, because Jian Yumei knew that as long as he closed his eyes, how to fight, how to lead troops, how to fight, and how to lead troops would be completely up to him. Knowing how to mobilize the morale of the soldiers and how to lead them to victory, Jian Yumei knew that these were not problems for her at all.

I just need to learn some knowledge of modern warfare, the specific use of heavy weapons and cannons, the analysis of modern military maps, the analysis of sand tables, and so on.

But he knew that the core things were actually the same.

But Jian Yumei thought of what Mr. Sun said, spending a lot of time in her life raising money, and she used to go around begging overseas Chinese for money.

Jian Yumei also remembered Mr. Wang's expectation of herself, that is, she hoped that she could help them with more funds.

Jian Yumei thought, anyway, they are all making contributions, so let's do it myself.

If you do this yourself, you will be an unsung hero in the future anyway. Maybe you won’t be on the list of heroes after the revolution succeeds, but if you work hard, it’s fine. Anyway, you want to live in seclusion in the mountains, so whether you are on the list of heroes or not is not very important.

The heroes in the Huanghuagang Martyrs Tower never thought they would enter the monument!

Jian Yumei thought about it, and he strengthened his original idea.

Looking at the tens of thousands of people, looking at those elegiac couplets, Jian Yumei saw a picture that said "Mr. Immortal"

Yes, sir is not dead, Jian Yumei said silently in her heart.

After the public viewing ceremony was over, Jian Yumei came to Biyun Temple in Xiangshan with the coffin of Mr. Sun.

This is the place where Jian Yumei once came to play.

At this moment, it seems like a world away, and those hundreds of years of trees seem to reflect the short life span.

The forest is lush, the setting sun shines, the Zen bell is like a dream, and the world of mortals remains the same.

Looking at these scenes, Jian Yumei still seems to be dreaming back a thousand years.

It's just that there is another parting in front of us, but this parting is connected with the happiness and dignity of thousands of people.

Jian Yumei suddenly understood something.

If the parting between Li Yuanhao and Zi'er back then was just a personal parting, it was just their personal emotions. What emotion is more admirable than Mr. Sun's selfless life?

Jian Yumei seemed to understand a lot.

Mr. Sun's body is temporarily placed in Biyun Temple.

At the Vajra Pagoda, there is temporarily the gentleman's clothes. Jian Yumei and everyone bowed long and long to this clothes tomb.

"Let's go, let's go back!" When finally Jian Yumei came to Mr. Sun's tomb in a daze again, Lin Li and Mu Xiner came.

"Well, I will remember him in the future! He is the compass of my life!" Jian Yumei said.

"Then what should we do next?" Lin Li asked.

"Let's go to Xixia a few more times to take out the gold objects in those ancient tombs. Anyway, take out all the gold bricks that can be taken out. I guess those gold bricks can't be moved. If they move, we won't be able to get out!" Jian Yumei said.

"Yes, then let's go a few times and take out all the things that can be fetched. There are some problems in one-time fetching. If something happens along the way, it will be over, and the goal is also big. Let's make a few more trips!" Mu Xin son said.

At this moment, the evening bell rang again, Jian Yumei looked at the two of them and nodded.

The setting sun shone on their faces, so youthful and beautiful, but extremely firm.

At the foot of Helan Mountain, when a few horses came, it was already the end of spring.

It was Jian Yumei and the others who came.

"Junior brother, are we going to remove those gold objects again and again?" Lin Li asked.

"Well, yes, I guess the goal of one move is very big. If someone finds out and robs us, I think we will be in trouble. Why don't we do it in batches!" Jian Yumei said.