And their identities are not simple.

They are all current or retired professors from several universities in Beijing.

Dad Jian was listening to his eldest grandson and the old man discussing which school of thought Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism belonged to, and he poked Jian Yuelan with his finger.

"You just let him talk like this?"

"Let's chat."

Jian Yuelan doesn't care. As long as the kids don't talk about anti-political topics, they can talk about whatever they want.

Jian Zhengdong touched his chin and whispered to Jian Yuelan, "I feel that our group is more suitable for the path of diplomats."

"It's too early to say that. He's still young."

A super mama's boy, with no ambition, he just wants to be a good-for-nothing who is raised by his mother and stays by her side.

Being a diplomat or something like that doesn't seem like his ideal path.

While we were chatting and laughing, it was 9:40.

The leaders of the Party and the State, together with representatives of the people from all walks of life across the country and guests from various countries, ascended the Tiananmen Gate Tower amid thunderous applause.

At 10 o'clock sharp, the mayor of Beijing took the stage to speak.

The 1984 military parade officially kicked off with the majestic national anthem and the sound of salutes.

The 1984 military parade was hailed as the most domineering one. When the troops marched in uniform steps and powerfully across the square, the stern aura and firm and cold eyes were shocking.

To put it simply, this year's military parade is murderous.

Many of them are soldiers who have seen blood on the battlefield.

The three-stage bayonet is a classic among classics. When the bayonet was chopped out, the strong visual impact caused such a shock that Jian Yuelan almost forgot to take pictures.

"Did you take the photo?"

Jane's mother asked anxiously, and Jian Yuelan nodded, "Yes."

"I didn't see Xiao Ye, and neither did Xiao An."

“There are too many people.”

They all wear the same clothes, are about the same height, and have a strictly uniform pace, so it's normal not to see anyone.

The 1984 military parade was the largest since the founding of the People's Republic of China, with more than 10,000 participants. However, the most exciting part of the parade was the entry of the strategic missile formation.

When nine large tractors carrying Dongfeng series missiles passed by, everyone at the scene was shocked.

Grandpa Luo and Grandma Luo's eyes were filled with tears. They grabbed the hands of Jian Yuelan and her brother and let the tears fall, whispering softly, "We have missiles now. We won't be bullied anymore, right?!"

"No."

Jian Yuelan knew that they still had a long way to go, and the Eastern Dragon was not yet very strong, but so what? The dragon had already raised its head, and it was only a matter of time before it took off.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom and dad, live well, live hard, live to see us become stronger and stronger, watch the Eastern Dragon soar and shock the world!"