Mutual Compassion in Adversity

The scene shifted.

At Di'anmen Square, the crowds who had watched the raising of the national flag lingered, reluctant to leave.

Everyone held a red flag in one hand and a banner in the other, shouting encouragement for the disaster-stricken areas.

The scene shifted once more.

Inside a classroom, students queued up, dropping the money in their hands into the donation box.

Although the amount of money was not much, it was their living expenses for the week.

Disasters were undoubtedly terrifying, and the deaths of compatriots were naturally heartbreaking.

However, the scenes of the entire nation of one heart rushing to aid the disaster-stricken areas still caused a warm current to surge in the hearts of every Huaxia person.

Those who rushed to the disaster areas spontaneously.

In ordinary times, they were office workers, businessmen, and farmers.

They had their own families and their own livelihoods.

But now.

Regardless of whether it was Qilu or Jingchu.

Whether it was Jianghuai or Bamin.

From south to north, from east to west.

Everyone shared only one common identity.

Huaxia people!

Seeing compatriots suffer, how could anyone turn a blind eye?

They bid farewell to their loved ones, put down their livelihoods, and used every possible means to rush to the disaster areas.

They knew their own strength was insignificant.

They also knew the road ahead was perilous.

Yet none of this could stop their determination to aid their compatriots.

As for those who could not go, they were also using various ways to do their part.

The scene gradually dissipated, and Su Chen's voice slowly rang out.

"Why do we deeply love this land? It is not because of how fertile it is, nor is it because of how vast it is."

"Instead, it is because living on this land are 1.4 billion Huaxia people!"

"The people on this land understand how to care for one another, and they understand mutual compassion in adversity!"

"Whether it is a natural disaster or man-made calamity, regardless of whether you are in Binhai or the mountains."

"As long as there is a need, countless brothers and sisters across these 9.6 million square kilometers of land will immediately extend a helping hand!"

Su Chen's gaze was emotional, and his voice kept rising.

"This spirit of self-sacrifice appears not only in major catastrophes and disasters, but also in the everyday bits and pieces of life."

"An elderly garbage picker donates his life's savings to impoverished students!"

"A company on the verge of bankruptcy still opens its wallet generously to sponsor others."

"Even if life kisses me with pain, I still respond with a song!"

He suddenly waved his right hand, and a photograph appeared in everyone's mind.

It was a young man of around twenty years of age, full of heroic spirit, with a faint smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth.

"His name is Liu Zejun. He lost his father at age one and his mother at age three, leaving him and his intellectually disabled older brother to depend on each other for survival."

"After his stepfather remarried, his older brother was sent back to his biological grandmother's home to be raised."

"As for Liu Zejun, he continued to live with his step-grandfather."

"What economic source could a seventy-year-old elderly man possibly have? Liu Zejun grew up eating meals provided by a hundred different families."

"Yet no matter how bitter life was, Liu Zejun remained sensible and filial. When the school distributed a single egg, he would save it to take home for his step-grandfather."

"However, hardship did not let him go, and in his teens, his step-grandfather also passed away."

"In this world, Liu Zejun no longer had any family."

"Yet he did not stray onto a crooked path because of this; instead, he chose to become a firefighting soldier!"

"In June 2022, a fire broke out in the jurisdiction of the fire station where Liu Zejun was stationed." The firefighters arrived at the very first moment, extinguished the blaze, and rescued the masses.

"However, twenty-year-old Liu Zejun failed to come back out from the fire scene."

"This world dealt Liu Zejun the greatest malice!"

"Yet with his short life, he repaid others with the greatest kindness!"

Saying this, Su Chen's voice even trembled slightly, but he still insisted on speaking loudly.

Someone once asked these two questions.

Why does Huaxia have no superheroes?

Why do most people in Huaxia not believe in deities?

Today! I am telling those people the answer!

In Huaxia, if you are accidentally crushed by a car, a group of people will rush out, lift the car, and save you.

They might be traffic police, couriers, delivery drivers, or pedestrians out shopping.

In Huaxia, if a natural disaster occurs, countless people will cross mountains and ridges, traveling day and night to rescue you.

They might wear camouflage, or they might just wear a muddy hoodie.

They are not any kind of deities!

Much less any superheroes!

They are ordinary, everyday people of Huaxia!

Su Chen's gaze was firm and his expression resolute, every single word ringing with strength.

Yes!

We do not need superheroes!

We certainly do not need to worship deities!

Because every single one of us can become a hero!

Because as long as we unite as one, we can create miracles!

What the people of Huaxia revere has never been deities, but our ancestors!

What the people of Huaxia worship is not some superhero, but blood-connected brothers and compatriots.

This! Is our very own faith in Huaxia!

Su Chen's voice gradually faded, but whether in the plaza or inside the livestream room, there was silence for a long time.

Everyone was still immersed in the previous imagery, immersed in Su Chen's words.

Zhu Yuanzheng raised his head, watching Su Chen without blinking.

Having served in the military for decades, his eyes at this moment held not a shred of sternness, only boundless admiration and excitement.

After a full several minutes passed, he abruptly slapped his thigh.

Well said! That was spoken brilliantly!

We do not need superheroes, because every single one of us is a hero!

We do not need deities, because we ourselves can create miracles!

Why do we love Huaxia? Because this is not only the place that gave birth to and raised us, but also because fourteen billion Huaxia compatriots live here.

When things are peaceful, nobody respects anyone else, and people even wage online keyboard wars over whose hometown is better.

Yet argue as they might and curse as they might, the moment trouble strikes, these same people will still extend a helping hand without the slightest hesitation.

Because no matter where someone is from, down to the root, they are all Huaxia people.

Zhu Yuanzheng's face was flushed red with his emotions reaching an extreme, and he grabbed Li Shuhua's collar from beside him, shaking him continuously.

What was that kid's name again?

Just based on these words of his, I refuse to believe he is merely an ordinary student!

Li Shuhua's blood was currently boiling, and he was moved to hot tears.

Suddenly being grabbed by Zhu Yuanzheng and shaken fiercely, he almost lost his breath.

What are you doing!

Li Shuhua exerted every ounce of his strength, finally managing to break free from Zhu Yuanzheng. After panting for quite a while, he said irritably,

His name is Su Chen, and he truly is a student.

Hey! Back before this, didn't you refuse to believe in him?

If I hadn't insisted on letting him try, you might have already died heroically by now!

What? Do you know when to yield now?

Zhu Yuanzheng glared, his lips moving for a long time without managing to speak any words.

Earlier, he really had not believed Su Chen could activate the Ancestor Symbol.

Yet wasn't Li Shuhua just treating a dead horse like a live one?

How did it sound coming out of your mouth as if you possessed discerning eyes that recognized talent?

No matter what, however, it was indeed because of Li Shuhua's persistence at the time that Su Chen came.

Otherwise by now, Huaxia definitely would have already gone to war with the people of Haidong.

Seeing Zhu Yuanzheng remain sullen and silent, a trace of a smile flashed through Li Shuhua's eyes.

He and Zhu Yuanzheng were decades-long old friends, and in the past he had certainly taken plenty of grief from the other man.

Today he had finally gotten back at him, and his heart instantly felt indescribably comfortable.

Yet Li Shuhua also understood that all of this relied upon Su Chen.

He understood even more that the reason Su Chen said so much was to make Dayu acknowledge the descendants of Huaxia.

A myriad of emotions stirred within Li Shuhua's heart.

At such a young age, yet he was well-versed in unknown history.

With his own strength, he displayed the unity and unyielding spirit of later generations of Huaxia.

Such scholarship, such vision, such calmness that remained unshaken in the face of crisis.

How on earth did this young man named Su Chen pull it off?