Chapter 384 September 18th National Memorial Service

Lin Qingqing was not surprised when she heard Lin Qi's suggestion, as the older generation all paid attention to this.

I was also worried that since I had just been diagnosed with pregnancy and the situation was not stable yet, I was afraid that if something unexpected happened, it would be a false alarm.

"Then I'll wait for Yiyuan to come back, and we'll go back to the Song family to talk about the pregnancy." Lin Qingqing said after a moment of hesitation.

Sometimes menstruation is delayed for more than ten days, and the time is more reasonable.

The national memorial service will be held the day after tomorrow, and Song Yiyuan will be able to come back after it is over.

She asked Song Qi to bring some ginseng liquid pills to Song Yiyuan, but she didn't know if he took them.

I haven't seen Song Yiyuan for four days.

Seeing her daughter mentioning her son-in-law, Lin Mi's face looked unhappy. She softened her voice and said, "Be careful in the next two months. Don't bump into anything. Cover yourself with a blanket at night to avoid catching a cold. Come back and tell me what you want to eat. I can make it for you."

"Okay, I want to eat spicy food these two days." Lin Qingqing replied while eating a pancake.

"I'll buy some chili peppers tomorrow. I've been making some spicy dishes lately. Eat less pickled cabbage; it's not good for the child."

Seeing that Lin Qingqing liked to eat steamed bread with pickled vegetables for breakfast recently, she gave her one more reminder.

"Okay, I won't eat anymore."

Lin Qingqing agreed to whatever Lin Qi said.

This is genuine concern.

Lin Yu heard the noisy sounds outside and knew that her son and his friends had returned.

"Nier, have dinner. I'll get you some hot water and bring it into the house for you to wash up. After you're done, go to sleep. I'll make some more food and keep it warm in the pot. If you get hungry in the middle of the night, just get up and eat. I've left the lights on in the yard."

Lin Qingqing nodded and picked up the porridge to drink.

As soon as she finished her meal, Lin Li brought hot water to the room and placed two yuan on the table as a reward for the money Lin Qingqing had given her in the morning.

Two days later.

A memorial meeting of unprecedented scale.

It will be held at Anhumen Square.

On that day, factories across the country stopped production, schools suspended classes, and shops closed.

At daybreak, mourners numbered more than tens of thousands coming on foot from all corners of Kyoto.

They wore black armbands and red flowers on their chests, looked solemn, and walked quickly but not chaotically. After arriving at the destination, they stood solemnly on both sides of the street.

At seven in the morning, Anhumen Square and the streets in front of it were packed with people, with lines stretching several meters to the east and west...

It seemed as if all the people in the city had gathered here, a crowd so dense that it was impossible to see the end of it.

Until the memorial service began at 2 p.m., people were still joining the mourning procession.

From the time the sky was just getting light until the sun rose overhead, no one left, no one complained of being tired.

The grand spectacle of the memorial service was broadcast via radio and television to the eyes and ears of 800 million people, a scene that deeply hurt their hearts.

People first listened to the live broadcast from Kyoto and then held their own memorial services.

On that day, more than 10,000 branch venues were set up across the country, and countless mourning halls were spontaneously set up in various provinces, cities, and communes.

The tragic music spread to the cities and towns of the motherland, to the mountains and rivers, to the distant borders, and to every inch of China's land.

At 3:00 PM sharp, 800 million Chinese stood in silence for three minutes, tears streaming down their faces. Our great motherland also observed silence at the same time...

This memorial service, which was the largest in scale, with the most wreaths and the longest wearing of armbands, was remembered decades later.