Two years later.
He Ping sat by the bed and watched his great-great-grandfather cry until he was finally born. He did not know why he felt a little strange.
He had also witnessed the He family's glorious history from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China.
Since no one else could see him, He Ping played with little Fengnian, who was lying in his mother's arms.
Little Fengnian was so amused that he almost forgot to cry. He Ping took advantage of this time to extend a finger and inject the information of this trip into Little Fengnian's mind. These memories would gradually be unlocked as he grew older.
"Why isn't Young Master crying?"
The servants at the side were anxious when they suddenly saw a golden light flash in the void and flow into Little Fengnian from the center of his brows.
Only then did He Fengnian burst into tears.
"Auspicious! Young Master is a divine dragon descending into the world. He will be a big shot with great achievements in the future!”
The phenomenon caused by He Ping's finger made everyone in the room mistakenly think that it was a "divine dragon" descending from the sky, its entire body glowing with golden light.
It was the seventh year of Guangxu.
He Fengnian was only five years old, and his reputation as a child prodigy had spread all over the country.
However, only he knew that he was only above average. The reason why he could recite a group of poems was that he had the protection of his ancestors.
"Ancestor."
Little Fengnian respectfully bowed to He Ping, who was sitting on the pear blossom chair.
He Ping nodded.
Little Fengnian couldn't help but ask," Ancestor, you said that you wouldn't be taking the imperial examinations in the future, so why do you want me to take the imperial examinations?"”
"At the very least, the imperial examination is a ladder. If you want to have a greater say in the future, you must first reach a higher position.”
He Ping's gaze was deep, and his eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the fog of the times.
"Then what is the future you mentioned?”Little Fengnian tilted his head and asked curiously.
He Ping opened his mouth, paused, and didn't say anything.
"You'll naturally understand when you experience this in the future.”
He Ping sighed in his heart.
The ancestors he had communicated with previously had only experienced man-made disasters, but his great-ancestor had to face a future that was much crueler than theirs.
The pressure on Fabian's shoulders was really, really huge.
Thinking of this, He Ping looked at the small ditch outside the courtyard and thought of a modern poem. He softly recited a few lines.
" This is a pool of hopeless stagnant water. The breeze can't blow up any ripples. It's better to throw more scrap metal and splash your leftovers…"
Little Fengnian listened silently. Although he was still young and couldn't understand, he could tell what it meant.
Twenty years later.
That year, He Feng turned eighteen.
This year, the Empress Dowager held a special Enke exam on her 60th birthday.
He Fengnian looked at the river in front of him and was a little silent.
After a long while, he turned to look at He Ping, who had not changed in more than ten years." Ancestor, I already understand the cruelty of the future. Then why did I still rush to the Enke General Examination?”
He Ping stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. In He Fengnian's eyes, there was an aura of transcendence.
He Ping said lightly," This time, you'll understand when you go. Whoever you want to know, whatever friends you want to make, everything will go according to your heart."”
He Fengnian nodded obediently, but he could sense a sense of parting.
"Ancestor, are you leaving?" He Fengnian's eyes were filled with reluctance.
"Yes." He Ping said.
He Fengnian didn't say anything. He Ping's figure became fainter and fainter.
Turning his head to look at the other side of the Yangtze River, He Fengnian gritted his teeth and began his journey to the capital.
In the same year.
He Fengnian won the second place.
And the first scholar of the first year was still the 'Zhang Jian' of history.
"Brother He, your talent and breadth of mind are above mine. Why did you deliberately let me win in the court examination?”Zhang Jian smiled bitterly.
He Fengnian turned his face slightly and said lightly,"Even if you get the top scorer, what good will it do for China?”
Zhang Jian was stunned, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Brother He, what are you going to do next?”
This time, his words were filled with respect.
He Fengnian touched his glabella. As time passed, more and more information had appeared in his mind.
He was a little hesitant at first. After all, in the past, there was a mysterious ancestor who had guided him.
And now, he was alone.
The sun was setting in the west. He Fengnian looked at the darkness in the distance that was so dense that it could not be dispersed. The hesitation gradually faded as he said softly,
" Leave hope for China."
That year.
With the outbreak of the 1894 - 1895 naval battle, the Manchu Empire exposed its internal fragility to the world.
Because He Fengnian had a good relationship with Zhang Jian, he received a large amount of funding and started an industry together.
A few years later, He Fengnian opened the factory in Malaysia and disappeared from the modern history of China.
During this period, He Fengnian and Zhang Jian often exchanged letters.
Zhang Jian often mentioned the cotton mill in his letters, but He Fengnian never mentioned his industry. He only talked about his character in his letters. After a few years, Zhang Jian felt that He Fengnian's heart was not there at the beginning of the year and no longer wrote to him.
Until…
1926.
Zhang Jian was seriously ill, and a letter from afar quietly arrived.
He opened it shakily. Inside was the layout and development of He Fengnian in Malaysia over the past decades.
Zhang Jian opened his eyes and a hissing sound came from his throat.
"Brother He…I…why don't I…"
Zhang Jian lit the letter according to He Fengnian's instructions, leaving no trace behind.
At noon, after eating a bowl of gruel, Zhang Jian lay in bed and died of illness.
The sound of wailing came from the Zhang residence.
He said that Old Master Zhang had gone west!
The news instantly spread throughout Tong City.
All the people in the city were heartbroken and even spontaneously put on mourning clothes for Zhang Jian!
On this day, the entire city was white.
……
He Ping, who had been observing everything, slowly walked out.
He had already read the letter.
"Great Ancestor, you may not be as talented as Great Grandfather, but your strength of character…is unprecedented.”
It had been decades since He Ping last parted.
This time, he was going to finish one last thing and then return.
Walking into the Zhang residence, He Ping placed a painting in his hand in a secret compartment in the study.
According to Zhuge's deduction, this secret compartment would only be discovered in a fire about a hundred years later, and then it would reappear!
After He Ping finished the last thing, he thought for a while and then moved his feet. He arrived at the horse that was 20 years later.
He Fengnian, who was already at the end of his life, was lying on the bed. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of He Ping's figure and could not help but tremble.
"Ancestor, you're here. Fengnian hasn't wasted these years…"
He Fengnian wanted to continue, but He Ping shook his head and stopped the old man from continuing.
"I saw it all, you did very well." He Ping said gently.”
Hearing this, He Fengnian's tears flowed freely.
He Ping sighed.
"In another seventy years, the He family of Malaysia will return to their homeland.”
He Fengnian smiled and nodded. He Ping had already left when he was about to say something.
A few days later, the He family held a secret funeral.
He Fengnian died.
Unlike the Zhang family, which had tens of thousands of people crying, the He family would pursue a secluded development from birth to death.
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