"What do you say today, where to visit Xianlin City?"

Early in the morning, Tang Yu was swaying blindly in the aisle in the middle of the dormitory with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Brother, it's only half past six now, can you let me sleep for a while, when can't I go in Xianlin City!"

Mao Qianpei, who was annoyed by Tang Yu, poked her head out of the top bunk and muttered sleepily.

"It's not early, today is eleven, the first day of the seven-day holiday, there must be a lot of people, if we don't leave early, maybe when we have to wait!"

took down the toothbrush in his mouth, and Tang Yu, whose mouth was full of foam, pulled Mao Qianpei's bed pole and didn't let go.

"Lao Tang said that there is no vinegar, Sister Maomao, you should hurry up, hey, I bought you breakfast back, soy milk fritters!"

While the two were talking, the dormitory of 510 suddenly opened, and Yang Mobai and Wang Chang walked into the dormitory one after the other.

"As an indigenous resident of Xianlin City, I can tell you very responsibly, even if this is the case, the long queue should have already been lined up, and then you will be able to intuitively understand our pride as the world's most populous country!"

Wang Chang, who was leaning on the edge of the ladder, raised the one in his hand and signaled Mao Qianpei to get up.

"I didn't expect the canteen of Xianlin University to be on holiday so timely, Lao Yang and I went down early in the morning, and we saw the holiday notice posted at the gate, Ah Xiba, hurt us two farts and ran to the east gate to forage for food!"

"That's really hard for you, you should take that pride yourself, I'd rather not! Let's go, I'm going down! ”

Hearing this, Mao Qianpei couldn't help but roll her eyes, turned over and got up.

"Where are we going first?"

Seeing this, Tang Yu put the toothbrush in his hand back into his mouth and asked curiously.

He didn't participate in the discussion yesterday, although he knew that he was visiting Xianlin City first, but there were so many places of interest in the entire Xianlin City, and he really didn't know where to go.

"You go and brush my teeth first, and then you can spray foam everywhere, it's disgusting!"

Yang Mobai pushed Tang Yu back to the bathroom with a look of disgust before continuing.

"Let's go to see the 'Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Massacre' first, on National Day, just to receive the edification of patriotism, then go to the presidential palace, and then go to the Confucius Temple, it's almost a day, and the rest of the place has four years anyway, don't worry!"

"Although I don't really want to take you there, but since you have decided so much, friendly reminder and psychological preparation will only be more cruel than you think!"

Nodding, Wang Changchong took out a can of soy milk in the bag, and said while inserting a straw.

"Well, be prepared, there are pictures in the high school history textbook!"

Hearing Wang Chang's words, Tang Yu held a towel in his hand, rubbing his face while poking his head out of the bathroom, while Mao Qianpei walked in from the balcony with a cup and toothbrush.

"Anla, my high school teacher also said that if you go to Xianlin City, you should see it with your own eyes, and the feeling will be more profound than what he said in class!"

"Profound indeed!"

muttering silently, Wang Chang reached out and handed the breakfast in the bag to Mao Qianpei, who walked to his side.

"Oh, here you go!"

After taking out a fritter and a cup of soy milk from the bag, Mao Qianpei handed it over to Yang Mobai as if she had already done so.

"Don, are you alright? Let's talk while walking, it's seven o'clock, if I'm not mistaken, it says that it opened at half past eight, let's go all the way, and the time is about the same! ”

After receiving the breakfast handed over by Mao Qianpei, Yang Mobai leaned on the back of the chair with his backhand and shouted towards the bathroom.

"Alright, I'll put on a shoe!"

Tang Yu, who was repeatedly urged, hurriedly got out of the bathroom, snatched the fritters in Mao Qianpei's hand and stuffed them into his mouth.

", isn't there still Lao Yang, won't you take it yourself?"

As soon as the fritters that had not been taken a bite without paying attention were snatched, Mao Qianpei was immediately angry.

"You're in Nongyiha!"

"What the hell are you talking about???"

Tang Yu, who was gagged by the fritters, said something that made Mao Qianpei look confused.

"Oh, you can get another one!"

Tang Yu, who had tied his shoelaces, stood up and lifted his pants, reached out to remove the fritters in his mouth, and repeated.

"I'm your uncle......"

Seeing this, Yang Mobai and Wang Chang glanced at each other, and one pulled one and left, if the two of them made trouble, it would not be enough time.

The transportation network of Xianlin City is still very developed, get off the subway, step on the shared bicycle at the subway entrance, and the four of them came to the memorial hall in less than ten minutes.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

Yang Mobai, who parked the shared bicycle, turned around and saw Tang Yu and Mao Qianpei standing on the steps, looking motionless in front of them.

Yang Mobai, who looked puzzled, walked up the steps, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, just like the other two, he was instantly stunned.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, the pride of the world's most populous country is not given for nothing!"

Wang Chang, who was at the back, also walked over slowly, raised his hand and patted Yang Mobai's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"I agree with Sister Mao Mao's point of view, forget about this pride!"

Na Na answered, Yang Mobai rubbed his temples with a headache.

"It's only 8:......17 a.m."

It turned out that on the square at the entrance of the memorial hall, there was already a long line of "zigzag" at this time, no, it was several super long dragons superimposed on the "zhi".

I waited for more than half an hour, more than half an hour!

The four of them finally moved forward slowly with the crowd.

The team was very slow, but it also made the four of them passively appreciate the heaviness of this history recorded in the tube.

Before I went in, I just passed the pool in the square, and looked at the statue in the center of the pool that was holding a child and twisting as if it was wailing and shouting, and the originally noisy long dragon gradually began to fall silent, which was a reverence for history.

Passing through the front porch, everyone was greeted by a gravel field, and not far away, the words "300,000 victims" were engraved in the 12 languages on the black disaster wall behind the public memorial tripod.

Stepping on the gravel ground, the "rustle" sound of the rubbing of the stones echoed in his ears, and everyone seemed to hear the shouts and accusations of the compatriots who were killed.

Yang Mobai, who followed the flow of people to the site of the mass grave, actually saw an uncle walking in front of him actually picked up his mobile phone and started taking pictures, as if he was looking at a landscape, and a trace of heaviness and mourning could be seen on his face.

What's more, he was not alone.

There was no anger, only endless sorrow, Yang Mobai glanced at each other, and stepped forward to stop it in three or two steps.

"Uncle, please respect the deceased and don't take pictures!"