Chapter 40

When Lin Weiwei and Liu Li went downstairs, Wang Yan was already full of energy waiting there.

Wang Yan dressed very low-key today.

Zhan old man is like a teenager going on a sword trip with a red T-shirt, sweatpants and a cap.

"Good morning! Didn't you two eat? I bought milk and bread at the nearby convenience store."

Liu Lixi Zizi took the milk, but it was hot.

"Wow! How did you heat it? When did you go out?"

"There are cooking utensils for employees to heat food in the convenience store. People are kind enough to help heat it."

Wang Yan didn't make it very clear, but when you think about it, it's definitely not free.

Lin Weiwei put in a straw and took a gulp, sighing comfortably.

"I can drink hot milk when I get up in the morning... You have a conscience and don't bother with you in vain."

The three got on the bus and went straight to Tiananmen Square.

Lin Weiwei was smart enough to park her car in the parking lot of the capital hotel for 25 yuan an hour. Anyway, there were local claims.

Go out for a walk for three minutes and you'll be at the security check.

Then Lin Weiwei trotted all the way with Wang Yan and Liu Li, killing the underpass between Chang'an Street and the West Road of the square, and grabbing a very favorable waiting position.

The girls in the dance academy are really different. They can't stop after they walk away with long legs. Who do you love.

Grab a good position, and then there is a long wait.

While waiting, Lin Weiwei talked to Xiao Bai.

"The waiting area at the west gate of the museum opens to the small square facing the Tiananmen Gate Tower. Although the location is right, it is too far away to see the details of the national flag class."

"We're actually the best flag viewing point here. It's close and has a good perspective. The thieves in the flag class are handsome!"

"If you take pictures, you can't get into the mirror."

Wang Yan's heart shook with anticipation.

As for the shortcomings, I don't care.

"What picture? I'm here to see the flag raising, not to punch in."

"Well, the waiting area will be open later. You two rush with me. Let's grab a good position!"

Lin Weiwei was full of fighting spirit. The three smiled at each other and rubbed their hands.

The flag was raised at 5:20 and the entrance was not open until 4:50.

Without saying a word, the three got in and began to run wildly. They rushed all the way to the flag raising platform. There was still a place in the middle of the first row.

Oh, yeah!

The three of them leaned closely together and held on to the isolation belt.

The two girls ran with their faces flushed and panting, but they smiled excitedly.

"Wow! First row! Cool!"

The back is immediately crowded with people. From the third row back, wait to see the national flag to the top without a selfie pole.

Wang Yan was also very excited. His heart was pounding. Whether he turned his head and stared at the Tiananmen Gate Tower or the dim sky, there was an inexplicable emotion surging.

He tried his best to protect the two girls and squeezed their bodies together. Wang Yan didn't have any superfluous ideas, but couldn't wait for that moment to come.

When the flag class finally appeared in the city tower, the square was boiling.

All kinds of cheers come and go. Some people sincerely shout long live the people's Republic of China. Others are singing along with the motherland and shouting I love you, China.

The national flag class stepped over the Jinshui bridge and immediately turned into a neat step.

Shua, Da!

Shua, Da!

It was a voice and shock that could never be described in words, not only because of the tidiness, not only because of the heroic posture and solemnity of the soldiers, but also full of other things.

Since the national flag class began to step forward, Wang Yan unconsciously clenched his fist, stared at the queue without blinking.

When watching the flag raising on campus, I never felt how, but I really came to the scene and watched the honor guard condense the general's soul, the national soul and the national soul into a square inch national flag with an almost pious attitude. That kind of solemnity is incomparable.

When the national anthem was played, Wang Yan stood at attention, saluted, moved his lips and sang, and his heart was stirred.

The national flag rose slowly, a wisp of good wind blew in the sky, and the bright red flag fluttered in the wind like a flame.

Wang Yan couldn't help thinking of China's brilliant 5000 year civilization history, humiliating modern times, the rapid rise in just a few decades since the reform and opening up, and more and more hot-blooded documentaries on station B.

Great power heavy industry, super engineering, beautiful China, China on the tip of the tongue

In the age when Wang Yan was just born, the literati took pleasure in criticizing the motherland.

When Wang Yan went to middle school, he gradually learned to distinguish between good and bad and began to build three outlooks. It was just a period when the domestic national pride was rising day by day.

Scientific and technological progress and industrial development, catch up with Europe and the United States bit by bit, and make unparalleled achievements one after another.

Every time I see it, I can't help but feel surging.

Wang Yan's concept of the country is very vague, and his collective sense of honor is not strong. He believes in egoism, but he is proud of his motherland alone.

The wisdom of the people is gradually opening up. The new generation of children are not poisoned by bad information such as the China Japan summer camp. They naturally have a strong country mentality and are more confident, self-esteem, open and inclusive.

And all this is due to our great motherland.

Wang Yan clearly knows that he is not a pure patriot, but his heart is pure at the moment when he looks up at the national flag.

It is true that rich people are respected wherever they go.

However, only countries have roots.

A rich man without a motherland is just a lonely ghost. He is missing a piece in the deepest part of his heart. Where can he get happiness?

Otherwise, why did the Jews strive for restoration?

What a simple truth!

I'm sorry I can't ask Wang Yan to sacrifice his life for the motherland.

If you give half your wealth, you can win a war at the level of subjugation

Here, take it all!

Forget which master once said that people should have feelings.

Wang Yan thinks it can be changed: when you have money and don't worry about material things, people should have feelings.

Otherwise, the happiness of spending money will be discounted.

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After the ceremony, the three looked at each other and smiled. There was an inexplicable tacit understanding.

On the square, the crowd gradually dispersed. Some people were in high spirits, and some seemed to have just watched a lively scene.

Some things can't be forced.

It's also fun to punch in here and talk more when you go back.

The most important thing is that the Tao is different.

Liu Li stretched his waist and squeezed out a cry from his throat: "Oh, it's so cool!"

"Yes, watching the flag raising from a close distance, I was really inexplicably moved..."

Lin Weiwei learned from her to open her arms. The two girls walked together happily to form a beautiful scenery.

"Then what? Why are we going?"

"Sleep!"

Liu Li asked casually, and Lin Weiwei answered without thinking.

Wang Yan is also sleepy. Naturally, he won't have any opinions.

"Together?"

"Fuck off!"

So the three returned to Lu Yuanyuan's house. They had a bed and Wang Yan had a bed. They slept quietly.

After sleeping until 10 o'clock, Wang Xue and his wife woke up, pulled up the army and went out to find food.

In order to entertain Wang Yan, we specially ordered roast duck in Quanjude.

Wang Yan's mouth was full of oil and he was too cool. The girls were basically eating vegetarian vegetables. Only Reyna and I abandoned themselves and mixed a full meal.

Wang Yan wanted to settle the bill. The girls didn't let him say anything. The AA bill was a common invitation, which made Wang Yan feel very happy.

Not bad for the money, but the recognition is very warm.

After dinner, Wang Yan is about to set foot on the return train. He is reluctant to say goodbye. Then Liu Li and Lin Weiwei send Wang Yan to the station.

Holding hands and talking about ticket checking, Liu Li finally asked the question.

"When will you come back to DIDU?"

Wang Yan leaned into her ear and smiled, "I'll come whenever you have time. If you miss me very much but don't have time, I'll think about it and finally come. If I miss you very much, needless to say, I'll come. So you see, there's nothing to worry about. I'll leave temporarily just for a more beautiful meeting."

Liu Li stared at him with a wordless dislike, but nodded slightly.

From beginning to end, there was no confession.

However, the feeling of looming and refusing to welcome is the most soul stirring.

Before leaving, the little sister's ears were red and she was ashamed to squeeze out a sentence: "next time, I'll dance for you."

Wang Yan's thoughts immediately deviated to his belly, steel pipe and falling clothes, and he was salivating with laughter.

The train finally pulled into the station. No matter how much you don't give up, you still have to carry your luggage and wave goodbye.

"Sister Weiwei, bye!"

"Thirty thousand, bye!"

Bye, DIDU!

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[brothers, it's recommended to test the water. There's a wave of attention from the book list. Those who have added the book list try to mention the sequence as far as possible, Meng Xin, thank you!]