Chapter 85

The sound of "tapping" footsteps came over.

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao were packing in the room for their trip to Huizhou, mainland China to sketch tomorrow with Jiahui.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came over. Song Shu knew it was little Chen Zhinian from the voice. She turned around and saw it was indeed her.

The little girl came over with her small suitcase in one hand and several dolls in the other. She walked towards Song Shu and the others, put the suitcase on the ground with a "bang", and then put the dolls on the suitcase. Without saying anything, she ran out again.

In a few minutes, she ran in with a bunch of toys in her arms, put them on the suitcase, and looked up at Song Shu: "Mommy, look, this is the luggage I'm going to prepare."

Song Shu looked at the pile of toys and held her forehead with a headache. She turned her head and glanced at Chen Zonghao next to her, "Tsk, your daughter is going to take all her toys with her."

As he spoke, he bent down and looked at his daughter, saying with a smile: "Baby, we are going on a trip, not moving. It's fine to just take one or two of these toys, okay?"

"But Mommy." The little guy pointed his finger at hers, his eyes rolling around, with a look of reluctance on his face, "Each of these toys is my good friend. It's not fair to take only one and not the others. Didn't Mommy say that people shouldn't be partial?"

Song Shu felt a lump in her heart after hearing this. She didn't know whether she should be happy that her daughter could express herself well, or whether she should be annoyed that her daughter's cleverness was sometimes too much for her to handle. So she glanced at Chen Zonghao and coughed, "Then go ask your father. Your father will carry the luggage when the time comes."

Song Shu pushed the question to Chen Zonghao without any guilt, and the man raised his eyebrows and looked back at her.

After hearing what her mother said, little Chen Zhinian threw herself on Chen Zonghao's lap, looked up at him and said coquettishly, "Dad, can I take all these dolls with me? Your precious daughter is reluctant to part with each one of them."

In the end, no one knew what Chen Zonghao said to her, but the little girl agreed to only bring the two dolls with her.

Song Shu watched her daughter skipping out and shook her head, "Fortunately we only have one. If there was another, we wouldn't be able to handle it."

Chen Zonghao came over and hugged her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, "I don't want you to have another child either."

Thinking of the night when she gave birth to their daughter, she was in the operating room while he was standing outside waiting for her. The anxious worry and helpless feeling he had is still vivid in his mind. He had nightmares every night for a long time after that day, fearing that she would leave him, and that his life would really have no hope. After that day, Chen Zonghao went to the hospital for a sterilization, and when he came back he told Song Shu just like he did today that they would not have any more children in the future.

In fact, when he first met her, her behavior was completely unlike that of a girl who had sneaked in from the mainland, but he didn't care. Even if she was the ghost that the old ladies talked about, he was not afraid and would not let go. What he feared most was that she would leave him.

Thinking of this, Chen Zonghao tightened his hands around her waist.

Song Shu didn't know what was wrong with the man, so she patted his hands and said, "Okay, why are you still so clingy to your daughter? Let go of me, or your daughter will come in and see her usually majestic father being so clingy."

Chen Zonghao didn't take his hand back after hearing this. He rubbed his chin on her shoulder and muttered, "When will our daughter grow up?" This way she won't compete with him for his wife all day long.

Song Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. She looked sideways at him and said, "When she grows up, I think you will be even more reluctant to let her go."

In fact, she doesn't need to grow up to know that this man keeps a close eye on his daughter. Normally, when his daughter plays with other little boys downstairs, this man never leaves her side, for fear that some little boy will abduct his daughter.

I simply can't imagine how reluctant this person will be when his daughter grows up.

"Okay." Chen Zonghao thought about it and felt that he really couldn't bear to do so, and couldn't help but sigh.

Song Shu let him hold her for a while, then pushed his head and pointed to a pile of her daughter's luggage and said, "Okay, then go help your daughter pack her luggage."

Chen Zonghao glanced at his daughter's pile of luggage, withdrew his hand and walked away. The old father could only pack for his precious daughter without complaint.

Song Shu looked at him squatting down to clean up Li's daughter, and the corners of her mouth curled up. Thinking of this man's companionship over the past few years and how he took on most of the responsibility of taking care of her daughter instead of just sitting back and doing nothing, she was glad that she had made the right choice.

*

"Wow, Dad, the plane is descending, are we there yet?"

Chen Zhinian sat next to her father at the window seat, while Song Shu and Jiahui sat opposite them in the same row.

They flew directly from Hong Kong to Huizhou. In recent years, as the relationship between Hong Kong and the mainland has become increasingly close, direct flights have been opened from Hong Kong to many places in the mainland.

This time they went to Huizhou by plane.

"Well, we're here." Chen Zonghao accompanied her and looked out the window.

After getting off the plane, they took a car directly to their accommodation. Song Shu and Chen Zonghao funded most of the money for this sketching trip, and they compensated others for any trouble they had.

The teachers leading the team had no objection. Not only did they say that Chen Jiahui's parents had taken care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation for the sketching trip, but the parents also said that they would not disturb them by going out to sketch with them on weekdays. They just asked Jiahui to live with them on weekdays and would not disturb them at other times.

Other parents had no objection when they heard that someone had included other expenses for them and improved their children's accommodation and travel conditions.

In the following days of sketching, Jiahui went out to sketch with her teacher and other classmates, while Song Shu and Chen Zonghao took Chen Zhinian for a walk around the area.

The architecture in Huizhou is very much in Hui style, with white walls and black tiles, and small bridges and flowing water, it is truly a picturesque Jiangnan ink painting.

Song Shu and her friends have slowed down their pace these past few days. These small villages have not been developed by later generations, and there are many inconveniences in travel and accommodation, but their scenery is the most beautiful and primitive.

Song Shu and her friends took many group photos here. Along the way, Chen Zonghao liked to take pictures of them with a camera. Song Shu thought that it would be a beautiful memory to look through the photos in the future, so she cooperated with him.

Little Chen Zhinian was even more enthusiastic. She even instructed her father on how to take the photo. One wanted to teach while the other was happy to listen to her. The father and daughter had a lot of fun.

After the final sketching session, Song Shu and her friends did not go back with the teacher's team, but flew to Shenzhen with Jiahui and Zhinian.

*

At this time, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange had undergone tremendous changes after more than a decade of reform and opening up.

More and more high-rise buildings are being built, there are more cars on the road, the city's population is also increasing rapidly, and almost every pedestrian walking on the street has a pager in his hand.

In recent years, the PHS produced by Chen Zonghao has become cheaper and cheaper from its initial high price. A basic PHS only costs one thousand yuan, and many people can buy it by saving money for one or two months. Therefore, the market for PHS is very large, and people's communications are becoming more and more convenient.

Many factories were gradually built next to Song Shu and Chen Zonghao's factories, and their factories also underwent great changes.

The area occupied was three times larger than before, the factory buildings increased one by one, and naturally more and more workers were hired. Chen Zonghao's factory alone hired 20,000 to 30,000 workers.

The infrastructure is becoming more and more complete. Song Shu and Chen Zonghao's factories worked together to build a supporting school, providing one-stop services from kindergarten to high school. In order to consider the children's learning resources, they also spent a lot of money to hire good teachers.

Therefore, not only the children of their factory employees go to school here, but nearby residents are also happy to send their own children here to study.

In addition to the school facilities, other shopping malls and hospitals are also built here, as well as some entertainment facilities. It can be said that this is a small town where people can live. All kinds of facilities are complete, and you can enjoy various services here without going out.

The Shenzhen Municipal Government also provided many benefits for the establishment of these facilities. On the one hand, the establishment of these facilities can bring more labor to Shenzhen and is a good measure to benefit the people. On the other hand, Song Shu and Chen Zonghao are major taxpayers in Shenzhen and even in the whole country.

The electronic products produced and developed by the couple led China to open up the international market and earned a large amount of foreign exchange. The clothing brand designed by one of them has promoted Chinese culture very well in the world. Therefore, the Shenzhen Municipal Government is eager to worship them. Don't think that they don't know that other cities are coveting them. However, if they find the right opportunity to lure them to invest in other places, the Shenzhen Municipal Government must treat their God of Wealth well.

*

When Song Shu and his friends arrived at the factory, Hu Xiaoqin, Liu Tiezhu and others came out to greet them.

Because the two factories can be said to be husband and wife factories, the employees of the two factories usually have a good relationship and everyone has the same sense of belonging.

"Boss Song." Hu Xiaoqin came over. When she walked out now, people would know from her aura that she was a lady who worked very hard.

"Director Hu." Song Shu greeted her. "How is work going at the factory recently?"

"Everything is fine." Hu Xiaoqin replied respectfully. Seeing the two little girls next to Boss Song, she said enthusiastically, "Is this Jiahui whom I haven't seen for a long time? I didn't expect she's grown so big."

Hu Xiaoqin still remembered the scene when Boss Song brought the little girl here. At that time, she wanted to raise her own daughter as well. Now when she saw the little girl again, she found that she was very graceful and obviously well taken care of.

"Hello, Aunt Hu." Jiahui greeted her politely.

Chen Zhinian, whose hand was held by Jiahui, heard her sister's words and raised her head and said in a baby voice: "Hello, Aunt Hu, I am Chen Zhinian."

"Hi, you two." Hu Xiaoqin looked at the two girls, one quiet and polite, the other quirky, who were really pleasing to the eye. "It's lunch time now. Do you want to go to the cafeteria with Aunt Hu? There's extra food in the cafeteria today."

Their canteen can be said to be the best canteen for workers in the nearby factories. Not only does it have a wide variety of breakfasts, but it also has two meats, two vegetarian dishes and one soup for lunch and dinner, as well as fruit after meals. The chef in charge is a specially hired chef with good skills, so the workers in the factory usually get their meals from the canteen and eat them in the dormitory even if they have family members.

"Okay, then please lead the way, Aunt Hu." Song Shu did not refuse. It was lunch time, and Chen Zonghao went to inspect his factory. Song Shu took Jiahui and Zhinian with her at noon, and did not want to go out for lunch.

"No trouble." Hu Xiaoqin said as she led them to the cafeteria.

Today's lunch in the cafeteria was braised chicken legs, stir-fried beef with radish, and stir-fried luncheon meat with corn.

The chicken legs were stewed by the chef and were very delicious. Little Chen Zhinian ate three of them in a row, which made her stomach full. If Song Shu hadn't stopped her, she would have eaten more.

When Chen Zonghao came to pick them up, Song Shu told him, "Your daughter had a big appetite today. She ate three chicken legs by herself at noon."

"Really?" Chen Zonghao held his daughter in one hand and gently rubbed her bulging belly with the other hand. "You eat so much, isn't your belly bloated?"

"No." Chen Zhinian shook her head and secretly took a deep breath to make her stomach bulge, but she suddenly burped. She was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth to stop the burp, but she still burped several times in a row. The little girl shook her head helplessly, "Okay, my stomach is bulging."

Everyone laughed immediately. Chen Zonghao pinched her nose and said, "Dad will do it for you when we get home."

"Thank you, Dad." Chen Zhinian happily hugged her father's neck and kissed him on the face several times, leaving her face covered with saliva.

Song Shu shook her head and looked at them, then said to Chen Zonghao, "Just pamper her."

*

Time slipped away quickly. On June 30, 1997, the sun rose as usual, but this was not an ordinary day for Hong Kong, mainland China, and for the Chinese people.

Everyone on the street is in a hurry early in the morning, but everyone's face is excited and happy, and there is always a tacit joy when they meet each other.

The sky did not clear up that day and it began to rain heavily in the morning. However, even though it was raining heavily, the people of Hong Kong could not contain their excitement, because today was the day before Hong Kong's return to the motherland. After midnight tonight, Hong Kong would return to the embrace of the motherland. Who could not be excited?

However, the unwilling British government and other people who do not want Hong Kong to return to the mainland have been exaggerating in newspapers the disadvantages of Hong Kong returning to the mainland in recent days.

For example, it rained heavily today. Some people seized on this point and said that God really didn't want Hong Kong to return, otherwise why would it rain so heavily? This was God's way of expressing Hong Kong's desire to retain and reluctance to let go by the British government.

As soon as these newspapers came out, the newspapers that published them were immediately surrounded by angry crowds and pelted with rotten eggs. Some people even shouted, "Bullshit! The rain is a way of expressing reluctance to the British government. How can it not be that Hong Kong can finally break away from the rule of another country and is so excited that it is crying?"

"That's right, you running dogs of the British government, today we, the citizens of Hong Kong, will exterminate you stinking rats."

"Tear up their lousy newspaper."

“It’s smashed.”

The newspaper staff who published the article were immediately frightened and fled. These people only dared to hide in the back and publish some slanderous remarks. If they were really found out, they would be scared to death, just like rats in a sewer.

*

It was raining heavily, but no matter how heavy the rain was, it could not stop the people of Hong Kong from taking to the streets.

They spontaneously lined up in rows on both sides of the street, some holding umbrellas or wearing raincoats, and some simply stood at nothing and faced the rain happily. Regardless of their appearance, they all stood on tiptoe and looked at the end of the street, as if waiting for something.

As time passed, the crowd became increasingly agitated, and finally someone shouted loudly, "Look! It's the People's Liberation Army."

This shout resounded through the sky, breaking the silence of the crowd. More and more people shouted excitedly, "It's the People's Liberation Army. The People's Liberation Army has entered the port."

It was 10:10 on June 30, 1997, when the Central Committee officially issued an order for the People's Liberation Army to enter Hong Kong.

At the end of the road, the PLA's vanguard of 509 men, in 39 cars, transport vehicles, trucks and other vehicles, divided into four echelons, began to advance into the Hong Kong camp.

Along the way, the citizens on both sides of the street were very excited to see the PLA soldiers on the bus, and they shouted, "People's Liberation Army, welcome to Hong Kong."

"Welcome the People's Liberation Army."

Voices from the heart came out from different people, converging into the same words and the same attitude: "Welcome the People's Liberation Army."

Song Shu's family and Liang's wife were also standing on both sides of the street, watching with tears in their eyes as the vehicles carrying the Chinese People's Liberation Army drove by, and they also shouted loudly along with the crowd.

Even the usually taciturn uncles Liang and Rong were as happy as little kids at this moment, dancing excitedly.

Even Uncle Fu wiped his eyes and said tremblingly, "It's great that Hong Kong has finally returned. I never thought that an old man like me could see such a grand occasion in my lifetime. I can die without regrets."

Some old men and women who were about the same age as Uncle Fu nodded in agreement with emotion. These older generations of Hong Kong people grew up in the era when Hong Kong was divided, and they have a stronger sense of belonging to their motherland than many young people today. They are extremely excited and happy that Hong Kong can now be returned to them.

"Oh, Uncle Fu, you will surely live a long life on this happy day. You will get to watch Hong Kong develop better and better under the leadership of the motherland." Sister Liang at the side quickly spoke to comfort Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Okay."

Chen Zhinian reached out and tugged at Song Shu's clothes. Song Shu lowered her head to look at her. After a few years, her daughter had grown to the height of her shoulders and looked like a little adult.

"What's wrong?" Song Shu looked at her and asked, reaching out to help her fix the raincoat hood on her head.

"Mom, are these the People's Liberation Army?" Chen Zhinian's eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Yes, they are the People's Liberation Army of our country." Song Shu looked at her seriously.

"They are so energetic. They look more powerful than the British troops we usually see." Chen Zhinian's eyes were filled with admiration for these troops.

At home, influenced by her mom and dad, Chen Zhinian has a strong sense of belonging to the mainland and is looking forward to the return of Hong Kong.

"Well, because they are all defending their country and people." Song Shu said with pride on her face.

The people around her nodded in agreement when they heard her words. "This lady is right. Our PLA is here to protect the country and the people. We should not be like those parasites in the British army and drive out the British government and the British army."

"Get rid of the British government and the British army!"

"Welcome the People's Liberation Army!"

These cries were transmitted through the camera and not only across Hong Kong and mainland China, but also to every corner of the world where there are Chinese people.

At this time, they were all sitting in front of the TV, watching the scene with tears in their eyes, and couldn't help but shout along with the people at the scene.

After watching the People's Liberation Army stationed in Hong Kong, Song Shu and the others said goodbye to Liang Sao first, "Liang Sao, we're going back first. We still have a lot to do tonight."

Liangsao and the others waved their hands, "Go back, we haven't thanked Ah Shu and Zong Hao yet, if it weren't for you we wouldn't be able to go to the return ceremony tonight."

Liang Shuyi and the others were also very excited, "Thank you so much, Sister Shu and Brother Hao, for letting us have the honor of being there tonight."

Tonight's handover ceremony is held at the New Wing of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre, with only a few thousand seats available.

Hong Kong citizens, mainland Chinese, and overseas Chinese from all over the country rushed to participate in these events. Everyone wanted to be there to witness this exciting historical moment.

Liang Sao and the others were very happy to be able to be at the scene thanks to the help of Song Shu and the others. "Ah Shu, you guys go first. I know you have a lot to do tonight."

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao were among the people specially invited to attend tonight.

"Uncle Fu, Sister Liang, let's go back first."

*

Night falls, and the Hong Kong River tonight may be much darker and more solemn than usual due to the heavy rain.

But tonight the hearts of Hong Kong citizens are bright and enthusiastic. They finished their dinner early in the morning and sat in front of the TV impatiently waiting for the live broadcast of tonight's Hong Kong Handover Ceremony.

Even though there are still four or five hours until the official handover, everyone is extremely anxious and wishes the next moment would be 00:00 on July 1st.

Not only Hong Kong residents, but many people in mainland China also finished their dinner early and waited in front of the TV with their friends.

Some even excitedly took out their phones to call friends or family, "Hey, Lao Yang, what are you doing? Don't forget to watch the live broadcast of the Hong Kong Handover Ceremony tonight on CCTV-1."

The friend's angry voice came from the other end of the phone, "Humph, do I need you to tell me? I've been waiting for a long time. And I'm telling you that it's not just CCTV-1 that's broadcasting it, every TV station is broadcasting it now..."

*

In the bedroom of a villa in Victoria Peak, Hong Kong, Song Shu, wearing a cheongsam, was looking in the mirror and preparing to put a wooden hairpin in her hair.

At this time, Chen Zonghao came over, took the wooden hairpin from her hand and said, "Let me put it in for you."

"Okay." Song Shu did not refuse. She withdrew her hand and let him move. She looked through the mirror and saw the man behind her lowering his head and carefully inserting the hairpin for her.

After a while, the man finished and took his hand back, "It's done."

Song Shu turned to the mirror and looked at the inserted hairpin, revealing a satisfied smile, "It's very well done, thank you Mr. Chen."

Chen Zonghao looked at her in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "You're welcome."

Song Shu looked at the fine lines at the corners of her eyes clearly reflected in the mirror, and said with some sadness: "Time flies so fast, we are not young anymore."

Chen Zonghao hugged her from behind and looked at the mirror with her. His eyes were still as focused as when he looked at her when they were young. "I will always be with you."

Song Shu felt warm at heart after hearing this, and the corners of her mouth curled up. These words were much more pleasant to hear than "You haven't grown old," "You are still beautiful." As she slowly grows older, it lets her know that there is someone who is still with her.

There was a knock on the door. Chen Zhinian poked her head out and looked at her parents hugging each other. She was used to her parents' love for each other over the years. "Mom and Dad, I'm here to inform you that we are ready and can leave."

Song Shu responded, "Okay, we are ready too."

*

The car stopped at the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre. Song Shu and Chen Zonghao got out of the car together, and the two sisters Jiahui and Chen Zhinian followed them obediently.

The staff who had been waiting for a long time saw them coming and hurriedly greeted them respectfully, "Mr. Chen, Ms. Song, you are here, please come this way."

Song Shu and the others followed the staff inside and entered a conference room where many people from all walks of life in Hong Kong who were invited to attend were sitting.

Seeing Song Shu and Chen Zonghao come in, they all stood up and greeted them politely, "Mr. Chen, Ms. Song."

It looked like the group was led by two people, including Xu Changlong and Du Youyi, mother and daughter.

Ms. Du Youyi felt a little emotional when she saw the couple being surrounded and complimented by the crowd.

She could still vaguely remember the first time she met Ms. Song. At that time, she was about the same age as her daughter and was just a small designer who seized any opportunity to promote her own clothing brand.

At that time, she admired Miss Song very much and thought she could achieve great things. She didn't expect that after so many years, she really made a career and reached a height that made people look up to her.

I heard that the First Lady and the wife of the first Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region who attended the event tonight wore cheongsams designed by Song Shu herself. This is such a great honor for a clothing brand.

In addition to their own successful careers, I heard that the couple has also made a lot of efforts on their way back to Hong Kong in recent years.

One who uses his clothing designs to continuously promote Chinese culture around the world and encourages Hong Kong people and Chinese people all over the world to identify with Chinese culture. When everyone identifies with Chinese culture, they will have a sense of belonging to their own motherland.

Influenced by the Chinese culture in her clothing over the years, many young people in Hong Kong have a strong sense of identity with Hong Kong's return.

In recent years, when the Hong Kong government did not encourage or support technologies such as lithography machines and chips, Mr. Chen overcame all difficulties and spent money to build a team of scientific researchers in mainland China despite the blockade of major companies in the world. He successively developed China's own lithography machines and chip technologies, leading China to take a big step forward on the road of electronic technology, catching up with other countries and even surpassing them.

Therefore, the contributions of these two people cannot be said to be small, and they are also important figures invited by the Chinese government to attend the return ceremony today.

Song Shu turned around and saw Ms. Du Youyi. She walked over and said with the familiarity of an old friend, "Ms. Du, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Du Youyi looked at the man who was still humble and polite, and felt emotional in his heart. It was nothing more than that other people who had been with Song Shu would say that she was a pleasant person to get along with.

After Song Shu talked with them for a while, a staff member came over to remind them that they could enter.

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao followed the staff, and Jiahui, Chen Zhinian and the others were also arranged to take seats elsewhere. Moreover, today Chen Zhinian also carried a young boy representative elected by the United Kingdom on his shoulders and came to the stage to present gifts to the leaders of the two countries. Flower mission.

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao sat in the second row of the exhibition center's podium. Senior leaders of the two governments sat in the first row.

Sitting in the second row were all enthusiastic Chinese people, among whom Song Shu and Chen Zonghao looked relatively young.

*

"Tick-tock," the time passed by.

Whether it was the people at the scene or the crowd watching on TV, their heartbeats became more and more urgent as the second hand of the clock turned.

Finally, at 23:42 on June 30, 1997, the handover ceremony of Hong Kong sovereignty between China and Britain officially began.

All the sounds inside and outside the venue seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, and only the trembling eyelashes could reflect the people in front of and behind the TV watching with bated breath.

At 23:56, in this solemn atmosphere, flag bearers from China and Britain arrived on the scene one after another. The sound of the soldiers' leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in everyone's heart, making people numb.

The flag bearers from China and Britain stood opposite each other. The Chinese flag bearer walking in front held the national flag upright in his hands, while the British flag bearer stood under the flagpole, where the British flag was still fluttering.

As the Chinese and British languages ​​​​resonated in the venue, "the flag-lowering and flag-raising ceremony for the handover of power in Hong Kong between the Chinese and British governments officially began."

All the Chinese and foreign guests attending the ceremony stood up and stared solemnly at the flagpoles standing on the east and west sides of the main podium in front of the rostrum.

At 23:59, the British flag bearer walked to the flagpole, and the British flag and the Hong Kong flag slowly lowered to the sound of the British national anthem.

Watching the British flag being raised and then lowered, the Chinese people inside and outside the venue clasped their hands tightly with tears in their eyes. They suppressed their anticipation and dared not even blink.

At 00:00 on July 1, 1997, the British flag bearer stepped aside and the Chinese flag bearer stood under the flagpole.

The People's Liberation Army Military Band played the majestic national anthem of the People's Republic of China. To the sound of the national anthem, the People's Liberation Army of China marched with firm steps and stood upright. The flag bearers of the People's Republic of China raised their hands vigorously, and the bright red five-star red flag and the flag of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region rose slowly together.

With a "bang", as if a heavy hammer hit people's hearts, the five-star red flag finally stood tall again on the land of Hong Kong.

When the national flag reached the top, the people's suppressed emotions finally burst out, tears flowed out, and the crowd shouted at the top of their lungs, "Hong Kong is back!"

"Long live the People's Republic of China!"

…

At that moment, cheers rang out in unison inside and outside the stadium, and the entire Hong Kong night sky seemed to be filled with these passionate shouts.

On the streets, in bars, and in buildings, people were cheering and jumping. Everyone walked onto the streets, waving the bright red national flag in their hands. Even if they didn't know each other, the first thing they said was, "Hong Kong has returned!"

Those shouts seemed to declare to the world their excitement and their powerful motherland.

Song Shu looked up at the fluttering bright national flag, tears streaming down her face, and she shouted along with the others, "Hong Kong has returned!"

It’s great that she can personally experience this exciting moment in this era. She silently said in her heart: Congratulations to the motherland, congratulations to Hong Kong, and I hope my motherland will prosper.