The Supreme Musical Theatre Company was responsible for the accompaniment of the programs at the conference.

The middle-aged female conductor wearing thick glasses stood tall and straight like a pine tree, her hands lifting weights as if they were nothing, her body leaning forward slightly. Her focused expression and inexplicable temperament made her simple black work clothes no more casual than a tuxedo.

A melodious prelude floated up from the orchestra pit, and a circle of light suddenly appeared on the dark stage. A beautiful figure walked gracefully towards the center of the stage under the halo.

"~~It's the middle of the night~~~Looking forward to the dawn~~."

The first person to take the stage was Chu Miaohong, a famous singer from the host city, Minzu University.

Today, her music teacher arranged for her to wear a girls' skirt from the Republic of China period.

Two pigtails tied with handkerchiefs fell on the chest, a blue buttoned half-length cheongsam student uniform, a black knee-length skirt, black shoes and white socks. Many elderly people sitting in the first row saw those once familiar people on the other side of the long river of time in a trance...

The old people’s eyesight was not very sharp anymore, and they couldn’t see the exquisite beauty of the calligraphy, but they all listened with great attentively.

One of the old men in particular slowly fell into memories while listening to the song.

How many years ago was that?

A newspaper spread across the country, and countless passionate young people left their homes, hopped on trains to avoid bandits, slept in the open, and endured hunger to head to the only warm land in the south.

I still remember that under the stage at that time, countless girls in blue and black skirts cried with red eyes and threw all the valuables on their bodies into the donation box, biting their slender fingers to write blood letters.

I wish I could throw my own flesh and blood into the furnace of revolution in exchange for the revival of this sinking land.

Thirty years of struggle, thirty million sons and daughters died...

Only a few of them can see the light.

There was constant applause in the venue. After several programs, several arranged leaders came on stage and finished their speeches, and the meeting came to an end.

But at this moment, an old man sitting in the first row suddenly stood up.

The old man's request to speak caught everyone off guard, but the microphone was soon passed to the old man.

"The old man is a soldier, he doesn't know much about the political commissar's tricks."

"I have only two words for you youngsters."

"Thirty million people died to ensure the immortality of the Chinese nation. I'll give you fifty years..."

The old man's voice suddenly became low.

"Return of Han and Tang."

Yanhuang is immortal, Han and Tang are back!

This old man actually put aside the ideologies and policies and directly revealed the underlying logic and vision of the entire country.

Suddenly, all the young people in the field stood up almost at the same time, and applause was deafening.

Many of these young people go to college while still working, and many elites return to school for further studies.

In the BFSU student representative area, Pang Yuanyuan also stood up and applauded along with everyone else.

But her eyes would always drift to the area of ​​Minzu University in the front left from time to time.

The figure who was the first to stand up and applaud in the audience was so familiar.

Not far from Pang Yuanyuan, a young man was observing Pang Yuanyuan out of the corner of his eye, his brows slightly furrowed.