Portrait in two mirrors

Inside the South Gate of Qufu, Shandong.

"I can't believe that we have come to China, and we have already stood in front of the Temple of Confucius," Montesquieu said with great emotion, "—Denis, where is your D'Alembert? Thank you for driving." Technology and GPS navigation, otherwise we would almost be driving into the Bohai Sea. (This is swollen...)”

"Oh, he is doing math in the satellite live broadcast car (I don't know how many words he can understand in the Chinese Nine Chapters on Arithmetic|||)..." Diderot said helplessly, "And have you seen Is François drinking coffee? He seems a little too excited..."

"Actually, it's not about coffee. When Voltaire saw Confucius, he felt the same as when you saw delicious food..." Montesquieu said seriously, "The highest praise for him is not 'European conscience' but' The Confucius of Europe'."

A gust of cold wind blows.

At this time, a small figure suddenly rushed from the bustling crowd at Panshui Bridge.

"Charles, Dennis! François is completely out of order now! He doesn't even listen to me!" Rousseau looked like he was about to cry, with the video camera and microphone in his hand, he couldn't breathe at all (I suddenly I also thought about the question of whether the memoir is a materialized individual and whether there is any anger...), "He said to the camera for two hours, praising China, praising Confucius, praising the universe, praising nature... At first I could still understand It’s a mixture of French and English, and then I couldn’t understand a word! I don’t know if it’s Chinese because it seems that the Chinese tourists next to me can’t understand it either! He can’t afford to kneel anymore! It’s right at the gate of Lingxing Gate !Many Chinese tourists have been amazed by such enthusiastic foreign friends!!!”

Montesquieu helped Rousseau who had fallen in his arms, and hurriedly said, "Denis, let's go to the gate of Lingxing!"

As soon as they arrived at the Lingxing Gate, the three Enlightenment thinkers were completely embarrassed.

Voltaire changed from somewhere into a Hanfu (it was still covered with bright red peony flowers), and he kept muttering a vague sentence in Chinese that was almost unrecognizable in Chinese, "Zi Yue Chao Wen Dao Xi Die can die ", kneeling in front of Lingxing Gate.I saw four couplets and three rooms in the Lingxing Gate, with stone pillars and iron beams, and 12 dragon heads and valves were cast on the iron beams.The four round stone pillars are decorated with auspicious clouds, and the top is carved with a celestial general sitting upright with angry eyes.Flame orbs are engraved on the forehead, and three large characters of "Lingxingmen" in Emperor Qianlong's handwriting are engraved on the bottom, and the pattern of rings is engraved.

Rousseau rushed to Voltaire and grabbed his trembling hands. "My Francois! What's wrong with you!" Rousseau was really about to cry.

"Do you know that Lingxing, that is, Lingxing, also known as Tiantianxing, was considered by the ancient Chinese to be the celebration of the master's success. In ancient China, when offering sacrifices to the heavens, the Lingxing should be sacrificed first. The name of the Confucian Temple is Lingxing, which means respect Confucius is like respecting the sky." Voltaire looked at Rousseau who was kneeling and weeping in front of him with a detached tone and detached eyes. Come to your former residence and mausoleum to pay homage, and hope that your eternal spirit in heaven can forgive me for my delay and accept the unseemly bow from the students!" After speaking, he bowed to Rousseau.

"Ah! Francois! I'm not your respected teacher Confucius!" Rousseau cried and quickly pulled Voltaire who was unconscious from the ground.Tears filled his eyes and kept dripping down.At this moment, Voltaire's drooping head suddenly looked up.

"Of course I know, my little lunatic 4." Voltaire suddenly regained consciousness for some reason, and said in his usual mocking tone, "I didn't beg you again, you are really passionate~" He wiped his face tears. "Also, as long as you are here, I will not leave you and escape into the empty door."

"Francois!" Rousseau was so surprised and delighted that he almost lost the strength to speak.But just as he was about to hug Voltaire, Voltaire suddenly stood up, still with the same detached tone and detached eyes, "My dear Rousseau, I don't know how to use the style of Ode to Liberty today to express my heart." :

Life is precious, and Rousseau's price is even higher.

If it is Confucius, both can be thrown away! "

Seeing Voltaire looking into the distance again, he sighed with forgetfulness, "Master! Your holy place for lectures, the Xingtan, the students are here!" Then he ran away.

on TV.

"Hi everyone, it's [-]:[-] pm local time in Beijing and [-]:[-] am in Paris time. I'm Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the interim host of the Chinese channel of Enlightenment Radio and Television Station. I'm reporting for you in Qufu, Shandong, China."

"Why do I feel like Jean is about to cry..." Lavoisier asked puzzled.

"Didn't you notice that from the scene, there seems to be an object that seems to be our roommate on the ground not far behind..." Pascal said painfully. "It should really be mosaic...it's too embarrassing..."

"And that object has bright red flowers on it?!" Lavoisier said mournfully.

"At this moment, I deeply feel that the Enlightenment TV station doesn't need to worry about filming anymore..." Pascal said forcefully, "Don't you think that the local TV station may have already filmed this amazing scene... [Muffling]"

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That night, in the lobby of a hotel in Qufu, Shandong.

"So you booked two double rooms and one single room?" Montesquieu said helplessly, "Well, I'm already a veritable light bulb, so let me spend the long night alone! "Speaking, he picked up the room card for the single standard room and was about to leave.

"No, no, no," Voltaire (still in the red peony outfit), who had been delirious for a day, unexpectedly woke up from his fugue, "Tonight, Diderot and d'Alembert live in a double room, you and Rousseau lived in another double room. I..." He looked at the pile of statues of Confucius sold from the Confucian Temple, portraits of Confucius, works of Confucius, stone extensions of Confucius (other The large number has seriously hindered the normal operation of the hotel), "I, I want to have a long talk with my respected teacher~"

"Are you sure?" the flattered (?!) Montesquieu said in horror, "Are you sure your teacher Confucius didn't need to rest at night?!"

"No, his old man has already surpassed everything in the universe..." Voltaire said as he rolled up the pile of heavy souvenirs, as if with divine help.He holds the terrifying single room card, floating like a floating cloud, idle like a wild crane, sending mayflies to the world, a drop in the vast ocean, becoming a fairy, leaving the world and being independent.I just heard him muttering in his mouth, "Injustice and being rich and noble are like floating clouds to me~ A sack of food and a scoop of drink in a back alley~ It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar~ I'm sorry~" Disappeared in the depths of the lobby in a blink of an eye At this place, the Taoist wind leaves no trace.

"He has no problem...||||" Montesquieu said with a contorted face.

"Obviously there is." Diderot pointed out the obvious fact painfully.

"Will we see a living Voltaire tomorrow morning? (Hey, aren't you already dead ==|||)" D'Alembert said sadly. "Should we greet the hotel first...||||"

At this time, I saw Rousseau drawing circles in a small dark corner, and said faintly: "I knew that he and I should not have crawled out of the Pantheon..."

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1 According to historical records, Voltaire drank 70 cups of coffee a day, so he had the crazy eyes of a mental patient ==|||

2 Rousseau wrote in his writings that Voltaire's plays left him "moved breathlessly".

3 Historically, Voltaire claimed to be a student of Confucius.

4 Voltaire did call Rousseau that in history. (But it wasn't a pet name at that time! They fought fiercely at that time ==|||)

5 Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff".Voltaire's delirious words later all come from the Analects.

Chapter [-] D'Alembert's Midnight Broadcast

"Viewers, it's 07:30 am Beijing time, [-]:[-] am Paris time, and now I, D'Alembert, will bring you the midnight broadcast of Enlightenment Radio and Television Station in Qufu, Shandong, China.

"Out of concern for Mr. Voltaire, we asked the hotel to wake up Mr. Voltaire's room 9281 at seven o'clock this morning. But when no one answered the phone, the hotel staff I had no choice but to open the door of the room. Under the dim gray morning light, I saw a large portrait of Confucius floating in the messy room, and the burning candles were emitting green smoke. The owner of the room had long disappeared, but at this time I saw that the window of the room was open, and the white curtains were swaying with the cold morning wind. Under the window, there was a bird's eye view of the vast street from the height of the ninth floor. In the haze, I could faintly see the green belt on the road, as if It has a blood-red flower color...it is a bright red peony flower..."

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19th, 28th is the birthday of Confucius, here deliberately let it be the room number of Voltaire who loved Confucius.

☆、[Special episode] Enlightenment TV China trip 06