The dinner in the evening was very pleasant, whether it was Chen Haoran and Brother Huan, or Uncle Huo, of course, the happiest was Huo Jiaying, who not only took a photo with Brother Huan and Wang Feng, but also got their autographs.

However, Chen Haoran, when he finally left Quanjude, was a little depressed.

Nothing else, Chen Haoran never thought that Wang Feng, the mentor who rushed to the imperial capital one step ahead of schedule, would secretly notify Shi Dao because of his disrespect, and then Shi Dao, who couldn't catch up, actually called directly and gave an ultimatum, "If you still recognize me as a friend, follow me to a place tomorrow night." ”

As for where to go, Shi Dao didn't say whether he was alive or dead.

This time, Chen Haoran was a little blind.

After returning to the New Century Hotel, Chen Haoran could only leave Shi Dao's problem behind him and go to bed first, because the next day, they had to get up early to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the national flag being raised.

On the first night of the imperial capital, Chen Haoran fell asleep watching the brothers take a group photo, "Brothers, I have arrived in the imperial capital......"

The next day, before five o'clock, Chen Haoran got up, as if he was about to make a pilgrimage, Chen Haoran freshened himself very cleanly, and then took out a set of green military uniforms that looked slightly faded from his backpack, as well as a pair of polished leather shoes.

These were the ones he wore when he was discharged from the army, and they were also the last set of regular uniforms on his troops, even if there were no brochures, collar badges, armbands, and no national emblems on his hat, this was still his most cherished set of clothes.

Even if he now has a military status again, in his heart, every qiē in the army stays at the moment of the last discharge.

Chen Haoran meticulously put on the green military uniform, which no longer had any logo, and looked at himself in the dressing mirror, Chen Haoran seemed to see his brothers, standing behind him one after another.

"Brothers, you are about to go to Tiananmen Square to see the raising of the national flag, are you excited?" Chen Haoran muttered, put the group photo of seven people into the pocket of his jacket that was close to his chest yesterday, and then touched it.

Turning around, he looked at Chen Haowen, who had been standing silently behind him, and smiled, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm!" Chen Haowen nodded, wanting to say something, but felt difficult to speak.

When I opened the door, I saw Uncle Huo, who was wearing an old green military uniform, walking out with Aunt Huo and Huo Jiaying.

Looking at the military uniform on Chen Haoran's body, a faint smile bloomed on Uncle Huo's face, but Aunt Huo and Huo Jiaying were a little surprised.

"Uncle Huo and Aunt Huo, let's go over directly! It is only a stop away from Tiananmen Square. Chen Haoran said.

"Okay."

Leaving the hotel, I could vaguely see many people on the road, walking in the same direction as Chen Haoran.

Many people, looking at the green uniforms on Chen Haoran and Uncle Huo, showed a little surprise, but they were not too surprised.

After all, every year during the tourist season, there are always some veterans, or veterans, who come here.

However, it is rare to see what looks like a father and son being a soldier of two generations.

At first, Chen Haoran and they didn't care, but when they arrived at Tiananmen Square, Chen Haoran and they suddenly found that on the road, there were more old people wearing green military uniforms in the sixties and seventies, and even many old people, who were still supported by the younger generations.

And these old people, as if they knew each other, slowly got together, and then stubbornly shook off the juniors who supported them.

Then slowly, but with great determination, slowly lined up, facing the direction of the flagpole.

This scene not only attracted Chen Haoran's attention, but even many tourists did not turn their eyes, their eyes were angry, and there was an indescribable respect.

Almost all the tourists avoided this direction, or stood behind these people, so as not to block the view of these old people.

But Uncle Huo looked at a thin old man at the bottom of the line, trembling with excitement.

"Uncle Huo." Chen Haoran shouted worriedly.

But who would have thought that Uncle Huo would run towards the thin old man quickly.

"Daddy!" Huo Jiaying shouted anxiously.

"Daddy, kid." Aunt Huo was also a little anxious.

But Uncle Huo ran over regardless of the ground.

I saw Uncle Huo quickly running in front of the thin old man, and then stood upright, saluted a military salute, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Hello regiment commander!" Huo Donghai, squad leader of the third company, second platoon, and fourth squad leader of the seventh regiment, report to you! ”

Looking at the thunderous voice, the direction it came from, looking at Uncle Huo's trembling lips, the tears falling down his cheeks.

The crowd that had been a bit noisy in the square slowly became silent.

Although they don't understand what kind of feelings this is, they are still moved by this feeling.

Some people were even inexplicably touched by this scene.

A group of old men in military uniforms who had to be supported by others when they walked stubbornly stood in a row.

A middle-aged man dressed in a military uniform, with a straight military salute, looked at his old chief, and burst into tears.

A more rigid veteran youth stood behind the middle-aged man.

Such a picture can't help but come to people's minds, the three generations of old, middle-aged and young people who have paid a qiē for the kingdom of heaven.

They don't understand, but they can feel it.

That kind of feeling made them all moved.

I couldn't help but have red eyes and burst into tears.

Even in the other direction, a beautiful woman with a gray and white ponytail with a slim figure and toad glasses suddenly looked in this direction, and couldn't help but tremble, and tears flowed down the stream.

And a middle-aged black woman standing beside her, who was bloated but full of wealth, looked at the ponytail beauty suspiciously, and then said in English: "Is this the military feelings of the kingdom of heaven?" ”

The thin old man returned a military salute, looked at Uncle Huo, then looked at Chen Haoran, who was standing behind Uncle Huo, and nodded at Uncle Huo, "Yes, I really didn't expect that we would meet here." Yes, the original powder keg was in his forties in the blink of an eye. Yes, your family is all good. ”

The first one is good, it is the thin old man who sighed, they will meet in this way.

The second good thing is that I feel that time has passed, and more than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

The third is good, it is to praise Huo Donghai, the blood of the army is not cold, and he has trained his son to be a soldier.

"Child, looking at your appearance, you shouldn't have inherited your father's fiery temper, it's good." The thin old man looked at Chen Haoran and smiled.

"Report, head of the regiment, his name is Chen Haoran, not my son, but he is better than my son." Speaking of his son, Uncle Huo was proud and distressed.

Seeing such a combination, the thin old man instinctively thought of the root cause, and then saluted Uncle Huo again, and shouted solemnly: "Huo Donghai, your son is good, sacrifice for the country, glorious!" ”

"Glory!" The other old men also saluted, and then shouted.

Tourists who were close to saw this scene couldn't help wiping their tears and took pictures with their mobile phones.

At this moment, there was a sound of neat footsteps in the distance.

Chen Haoran looked back, only to see three guards, neatly walked out of the arched gate in the center of Tiananmen Square, followed by the two phalanxes of the escort team and the military band.

At this moment, an inexplicable sacredness and solemnity rose in the hearts of all people.

Chen Haoran and Uncle Huo instinctively stood behind the thin old man and stood in a row with them.

Looking at the national flag guard phalanx, Chang'an Street, came to the national flag pole stage.

Until the 36 team members stand on the east and west sides, the flag guards and flag raisers climb the flag-raising platform. With the order of the captain of the guard, at the moment when the military band played the national anthem in unison, the old man at the front of this group of veterans shouted in an old, hoarse, even vague, but extremely solemn voice: "Salute!" ”

Swish......

The old soldiers raised their arms neatly, saluted, and sang the national anthem in unison.

Although their voices were indistinct, and even their rickety backs were difficult to straighten, the spirit contained in them was shocking.

Chen Haoran was also singing along, with a different kind of love in his voice, looking at the rising national flag, the red was so bright and dazzling.

Even vaguely, Chen Haoran felt that the national flag was dyed red with the blood of his brothers.

"Artillery, did you see that? This is the imperial capital, this is Tiananmen Square, and I will take your parents and your sister to stand under the national flag......"

Chen Haoran muttered this sentence in his heart, and unconsciously, tears slipped down the corners of his eyes, and his blurred eyes seemed to see the artillery standing beside him, as well as the singer and the doctor......

They're all ......

It was as if at this moment, all the brothers gathered together to watch the raising of the national flag and sing the national anthem with him.

……

"Finished."

With the sound of an old and hoarse voice, Chen Haoran suddenly came back to his senses.

The family members of those old soldiers also leaned over and held the old man, for fear that someone would accidentally bump into them.

And the family of the thin old man also came up and said something to Uncle Huo.

But at this time, Chen Haoran suddenly felt like he was feeling and looked back.

I saw a beautiful woman with a ponytail in gray and white clothes, a slender figure, and a toad glass, and just turned her head.

"Huaiyu!" Chen Haoran's body stiffened, and then his cheeks turned red with excitement, and he wanted to run over as soon as his head was hot, but as soon as he made a move here, he suddenly felt a few murderous aura.

Chen Haoran turned his head to look, and saw that there were a few people scattered around Bei Huaiyu and the black woman, staring at him with a wary face.

Even in the vicinity of Chen Haoran, there were several people who put their hands in their pockets.

Chen Haoran frowned, then looked at the bloated black woman, and forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, but even so, he still took out his mobile phone and dialed Bei Huaiyu's mobile phone number.

From the time Bei Huaiyu left until now, Chen Haoran knew where Bei Huaiyu was, but he didn't look for it, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Not only because Bei Huaiyu's identity is not allowed now, after all, he has already left the Bingwang camp, but also because he is waiting, waiting for Bei Huaiyu to take the initiative to contact him, and then tell him why.

But now, seeing Bei Huaiyu's shadow again, Chen Haoran couldn't help it.

"The phone you dialed has been turned off...... "The phone is still so cold, Chen Haoran looked at the phone and pinched it tighter and tighter.

"It's okay if the big brother doesn't cry, I'll give you candy to eat, and my mother said that crying nose is not a good child." At this moment, a cute five or six-year-old girl wearing a white princess dress, holding a lollipop in her hand, handed it to Chen Haoran.

Next to the little girl, there was an ordinary-looking, but extremely temperamental woman, who smiled at Chen Haoran.

Chen Haoran recognized this woman, who was standing behind the thin old man before, and was the family of the old head of Uncle Huo.

"Little sister, my brother didn't cry, he was just blinded by the sand just now." Chen Haoran hurriedly wiped the tears that had slipped down just now because of the touching scene, and touched the little girl's head with a smile.

"Shame, shame, crying, crying, not admitting, shame." The little girl wiped her face with her fingers, despising Chen Haoran.

"Alright! My brother cried just now......"