In places where crowds gather, the most feared thing is a stampede.

Zhou Mo is thin, and people with light weight are most likely to fall.

When there are many people, there are many dirty hands. Zhou Mo was wearing a knee-length sleeveless long skirt, so it was not impossible for someone to take advantage of her.

As a husband, of course he has to protect her.

Seeing that the exit of the isolation zone was about to open, everyone was pushing forward.

Zhou Mo hunched her shoulders and was squeezed by people on both sides, making it difficult for her to move.

Someone suddenly pushed forward from the side and back, hitting half of Zhou Mo's arm and sending her falling forward. Fortunately, Han Chen was quick and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back in front of him.

Zhou Mo's back hit Han Chen's strong chest, and he felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

She looked back and smiled faintly.

"Are you hurt?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo shook his head, "No."

Han Chen frowned: "There are too many people. I should have known not to come."

Zhou Mo said with a smile: "In my lifetime, I will never be satisfied without seeing the flag-raising ceremony once."

The two were pushed forward by the crowd. Han Chen saw that many people around them were grandparents. They were more enthusiastic about grabbing the front row than waiting for the supermarket to open to grab vegetables.

Han Chen asked, "Want to go to the front row?"

Zhou Mo stood on tiptoe to look ahead. The crowd was so bustling that he could only see the dark heads of people. If he wanted to break through the obstacles and squeeze to the front, he would inevitably come into contact with people.

"No, let's just go wherever we can," Zhou Mo didn't want to squeeze with others.

"Okay," Han Chen was not used to squeezing with others.

The two were gradually positioned in the viewing area along with the crowd.

At dawn, the sound of the guards' footsteps could be heard on the south side of Jinshui Bridge.

The two of them were standing at the back and could only hear the sounds but could not see the shadows of the guards.

The noisy voices were drowned out by the background music of "Singing the Motherland", and my heart, which was originally anxious due to the large crowds, became excited.

The guards changed from marching to goose-stepping, and after walking for a distance, Zhou Mo and Han Chen saw the tall and straight soldiers from afar.

The flag-raising ceremony officially began.

From the moment the flag bearer raised his arm and threw the flag, and from the moment the trumpet played the first note, everyone's heart began to become restless.

No one will not shed tears when looking at the national flag. This is something engraved in the bones of every Chinese.

The people around sang the national anthem along with the music.

Zhou Mo, infected by the atmosphere, sang along.

The national flag is raised every Monday from elementary school to high school.

Zhou Mo still remembers that before junior high school, the school played the original song with lyrics when raising the national flag. As soon as the music started, no matter where you were or what you were doing, you had to stand still and salute.

Later, when I was in high school, the flag-raising ceremony was changed. The original song was no longer played during the flag-raising ceremony, but an accompaniment was used instead, and everyone was required to sing out loud.

At that time, we were in adolescence and most students were shy and unwilling to speak. The lines were so dense that as long as you made a slight noise, people in front, behind, and around you would hear your voice.

I don’t know why, but I feel a sense of shame.

If everyone's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, the head teacher would grab a few of the typical students who didn't open their mouths, slap them on the back of the neck, and then ask them to sing louder.

Zhou Mo also had times when she was "sly and cunning". When she saw the head teacher coming, she would speak up, but when the head teacher left, she would be silent.

However, at this moment, Zhou Mo suddenly realized that they were really childish before. There was nothing to be shy about when they opened their mouths to sing.

Sure enough, as time changes, people's mentality and ideas will also change.

A man nearby suddenly started singing very loudly. No one around laughed or mocked him, but instead he inspired everyone else to sing even louder.

Zhou Mo even heard Han Chen's voice behind her. She turned her head and the two looked at each other, smiling without saying a word.

As a generation born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, the feeling of happiness at this moment is particularly profound.

In front of me is the fluttering red flag, and behind me is the one I love.

No regrets in this life.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the sun came out and golden light illuminated the entire square.

Zhou Mo, Han Chen and others left the square only after the crowd had dispersed, and took a taxi to have breakfast.

"There are a lot of snacks here, you should have eaten them all, right?" After all, Zhou Mo had been an exchange student in the imperial capital.

Han Chen felt it was a bit of a pity that he was not there at the time, otherwise he would definitely have accompanied her to taste the local delicacies.

"You mean douzhi? I can't get used to it," Zhou Mo said. "You know, I'm very picky. I won't touch anything I'm not used to. The food here is quite different from that in Dongjiang, and the taste styles are quite different. I don't like it here, so..."

No matter how delicious something is, I just can't like it.

"It's okay," Han Chen said, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

Han Chen thought for a moment and then said, "Where's the roast duck?"

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows: "You mean Quanjude?"

"Um."

Zhou Mo chuckled and said, "It seems that you are not good at eating and drinking. The last time Song Yan came here, he complained that the place was full of scams for outsiders."

Han Chen did not refute: "Indeed. The gimmick is greater than the substance, there is nothing to go for."

Zhou Mo looked at him curiously, "This is your hometown, and you're slandering the local cuisine like that?"

Han Chen: "Tell the truth."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, "Well, what a truthful statement."

Han Chen: "Where have you been?"

Zhou Mo: "Fragrant Hills Park."

Han Chen: "Climbing the Great Wall? Wanna go?"

Zhou Mo: "Let's see the weather. If it's too hot, we won't go. Besides... there will probably be a lot of people around during this time."

Han Chen: "It's inevitable to go out for a walk without feeling tired or hot. You just don't want to feel tired at all. I'll carry you on my back, okay? I promise I won't tire you out."

Zhou Mo: "Forget it, I have no plans to change my husband."

Han Chen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Mo: "I don't want to tire you to death."

Han Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are really my good wife."

The two of them had a simple meal of braised pork and steamed buns. Han Chen found a restaurant near the No. 11 Middle School where he used to study.

The store is very simple, very imperial, with green brick and tile walls, yellow tables and small benches, and Guoan jerseys on the wall.

Zhou Mo was very surprised.

Compared to visiting century-old shops or historical sites, Zhou Mo would rather Han Chen take her through the streets and alleys, to small shops like these, to experience the local customs.

Zhou Mo ate it and felt that the taste was just average because she didn't like pork, but Han Chen said that this was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten as a child.

Everyone has different tastes, and the capital is considered one of the food desert cities, so it's understandable.

Seeing Han Chen eating with gusto, Zhou Mo also felt that the food tasted delicious.

Whether something is delicious or not depends on its taste, one thing is the taste, and another thing is who you eat it with.

Zhou Mo had a small appetite and only ate half of a bowl of braised steamed buns.

Han Chen solved the remaining half.

When she finished eating, Han Chen was still eating her other half.

"Have you decided where to go?" Zhou Mo said again, "I don't want to climb the Great Wall."