Chapter 195 Witnessing History
When Le Jinwen, Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen finished their work arrangements and set off for the venue by car, the heavy rain turned into light rain.
Although the streets were under martial law, the surrounding sidewalks were still passable as they were guarded by officers from the Special Operations Team.
People wearing red, yellow or indigo rubber raincoats lined the streets, some holding large umbrellas with three or four people squeezed under them.
Before going to the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre, the vehicle bypassed Stonecutters Island where the advance troops had already been stationed.
Jian Ruochen relied on the anti-peep film on the car window and leaned against the window to look out.
The sky was dark and the street lights were bright.
Neon lights and clear yellow light strips were suspended on both sides of the road. Pedestrians stood on the sidewalks, and people who were happy about Hong Kong's return gathered together.
Jian Ruochen saw that they were holding folded red cloths and small paper cards with words on them, and they probably wanted to hold them up when the camera was about to roll over.
They waited quietly to watch the city-wide celebration in two hours.
The celebration was organized by the Xu family, who had successfully transformed themselves into the education industry. They submitted an application, invited dragon and lion dance teams, and there was also a lantern parade in the second half of the night.
These scenes that only appear in documentaries are now unfolding before our eyes like a picture scroll.
Jian Ruochen was fascinated by the scene, his lips slightly parted and the corners of his eyes were a little red.
Guan Yingjun looked sideways and saw that dragon and lion dances were not uncommon in Hong Kong. They were performed every year during the Chinese New Year tour of Guanyin. At that time, people also stood on the roadside to worship the gods.
This is the ordinary smell of fireworks, but Jian Ruochen would be moved by such common things. This may be the meaning of his being a policeman.
Guan Yingjun knew that he had an average personality.
Some people become policemen for peace and prosperity, but he does it because he likes it.
I like to seek the truth, I like to compete with others, and I like to live a life on the edge of a knife.
The car drove for nearly an hour and stopped in the parking area in front of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center.
A bodyguard came from the door holding an umbrella to pick people up.
When Jian Ruochen walked into the venue, he was inevitably drenched by the drizzle. He took the towel handed to him by the staff and casually wiped the hem of his clothes, then followed the attendants into the viewing area.
People from Hong Kong's original territory will sit at the westernmost side of the west exhibition hall, while leaders from the mainland and diplomats coming for a courtesy visit will sit in the middle of the exhibition hall.
Jian Ruochen was young and of a younger generation, so before the ceremony began, he was taken by his leader to meet a group of bigwigs in their seventies and eighties.
He was really nervous, and smiled when he saw a familiar face in the textbook. The leader he had met at dinner before asked, "Where are you sitting?"
Jian Ruochen pointed to the back row near the door, "Over there."
"So far?" he thought.
Now their army's code name for Jian Ruochen is 10 Billion.
It's such a long journey, will this kid be ostracized in Hong Kong?
The MC who was arranging the seats was sweating. "That area is full of people from the Hong Kong Police Station."
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Sit over there, close to the door, so you can react immediately if anything unusual happens."
"Yes, yes." The host nodded repeatedly.
The group exchanged a few more pleasantries and then dispersed.
After they walked away, Jian Ruochen leaned on Guan Yingjun's arm and spread his hands, letting out a long sigh, "I'm sweating."
"Are you so nervous?" Guan Yingjun put his palm on it and rubbed it twice.
"I can't explain it. I don't seem to be nervous." Jian Ruochen walked to the seat with his name on it, stood on the edge and looked around the audience. The view from this position was excellent and he could see every corner.
My heartbeat became faster and faster, and even my breathing became heavier.
He was not nervous, but panicked.
It seems like I overlooked something important.
Could it be that there are mistakes or omissions in the work that the Police Department is responsible for?
impossible.
He had checked it carefully no less than three times.
What is that?
Jian Ruochen quickly scanned the venue, and suddenly his breathing stopped, staring intently at the two national flags that had been unfolded and hung horizontally behind him on the stage.
He remembered.
Historically, the British prince's speech took too long, delaying the flag-raising time, causing the Chinese flag to almost fail to be raised at midnight.
Jian Ruochen turned around and ran to the door quickly along the wall. He found a young officer with a dark face, a straight back, and a white hat brim mark on his forehead. He looked like a mainland officer who was brought out for key training and said, "Pay attention to the guard of honor entering the venue. Be alert to the representatives of the English government who deliberately prolong their speeches."
After he said that, he immediately passed by the man.
The mainland officer stared at Jian Ruochen's receding back and looked at his hair until the commander walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"10 billion." He said, "He really can speak standard Mandarin."
"I see you're not exchanging pleasantries," said the commander.
His voice was light, but the menace in it was like a dragon's breath rushing straight to your face.
The officer said, "He mentioned the guard of honor and told us to be alert to the English government's representatives deliberately prolonging their speeches."
The commander hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that something may go wrong with the flag-raising ceremony. I will talk to the master of ceremonies of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and we will deal with it accordingly."
Jian Ruochen has already donated 10 billion, there is no reason for him to create obstacles for the mainland in the end.
Everyone who has met him says he has a good character.
The leaders have seen all kinds of monsters and demons, so there is no way there is anything wrong with their vision.
In the blink of an eye, the time came to 23:40.
The entire venue is under martial law.
Everyone take your seats.
Jian Ruochen placed his fingers on his knees and clenched them tightly. Even just watching the ceremony was enough to make his heart rate soar and his blood pressure rise.
Witness history.
If materialistic police and military cadets discuss time travel, what they would most want to do is either go back to 1937 with a nuclear bomb or witness a turning point in history.
At this moment, the heavy door of the turning point is pushed open a crack, and only those with foresight can glimpse a brilliant future through the crack.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM"
There was no music at the scene, only the dull and powerful sound of military boots stepping on the carpet on the wooden floor as the ceremonial military formation entered the venue.
Jian Ruochen's heartbeat almost coincided with the sound of these footsteps, and he even had some tinnitus.
The ceremonial troops of both sides saluted with guns.
Leaders of both sides entered the venue.
The leader of England spoke.
The British prince did indeed stall for time.
It was not known whether it was ten or twenty seconds, but it was not long, because the Chinese flag guard was staring at him, as if they knew something, which made him show a horrified expression for a moment.
Jian Ruochen knew that this was a completely different world.
Return is a historical inevitability.
But in the vast world, the details of development are different.
But the paths lead to the same destination.
The people and things he was familiar with were both them and not them.
The Chinese representative has finished his speech.
The moment the red flag and the regional flag were raised to the top together, Jian Ruochen's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
He blinked the moisture away from his eyes.
Before the flag-raising ceremony, he vaguely heard people counting down in the square outside.
Through the sparkling water in his eyes, he looked up at the flag, and suddenly whispered to the person beside him: "When we have time, let's go to the mainland and I'll take you around my house."
Guan Yingjun held him, "Okay."
He paused, and amid the cheers from near and far celebrating the success of the return ceremony, he asked: "What is a frozen pear?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Guan Yingjun asked again: "Who is the third brother?"
Jian Ruochen glanced over and met a pair of calm and focused eyes.
Guan Yingjun got to the bottom of the matter: "The first time I took you to the Pier Night Market in West Kowloon for a midnight snack, you snatched my beer and got drunk."
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the night wind blew into the venue, blowing up the fluttering red flags and Guan Yingjun's hair.
The rain stopped completely.
The clouds dispersed.
The blue-purple night sky is filled with stars and the moon.
Guan Yingjun's eyes curved slightly, and he said calmly, "You were drunk. When I put you in the passenger seat and was about to stop, you hugged my arm and talked nonsense."
He paused, leaned close to Jian Ruochen's ear and whispered, "You said the stove you bought has arrived, ask the third brother to bake rice cakes with you, and ask him to go to the balcony to get some frozen pears."
The tips of Jian Ruochen's ears were burning hot from the hot air.
It’s been almost five years!
How come Guan Yingjun still remembers it so clearly?
When he first came, he couldn't drink much and he almost blacked out. He didn't know why he said such things after getting drunk.
"You even grabbed me and said that the stove was really hot." Guan Yingjun's voice had a very faint smile.
As the two talked, they followed the large group toward the indoor celebration party.
When he entered the venue, Jian Ruochen said, "The third brother is my brother who grew up with me. He is also the orphan of a martyr. We went to the police academy together. The third brother's goal is to go to Dubai as an undercover agent and wipe out the electronic fraud group."
Frozen pears...
"Frozen pears are frozen pears." Jian Ruochen gestured, "They are very big and sweet. I'll take you to eat them later."
Guan Yingjun listened quietly, and from every word, he pieced together a Jian Ruochen he had never seen before.
When the two wanted to talk more, the officer who had received the order from the leader turned around to look for their precious but suspected excluded 10 billion.
The white hair is reflective, making it particularly conspicuous in the crowd.
He walked over quickly, first glanced at Guan Yingjun, and went over the man's information in his mind before saying, "The commander wants you to sit in the second row with Brother Yi."
Jian Ruochen waved his hands and said no, no, no, the second row was for people who would succeed the country's leaders to sit, so if Yi Ge went, he wouldn't go.
As he said that, he grabbed Guan Yingjun's wrist and sat in the third row arranged by the emcee, right behind Le Jinwen, "This is a good seat."
You can get along with people of the same level.
After he sat down, he put his clothes down to reserve a seat, then stood up and took Guan Yingjun and the officers with him to meet and greet the leaders in the front row, thanking them for their concern.
The former leader is not in good health, so he came here in a wheelchair with his wife.
He asked, "How is the chef I gave you? He should be good. You are taller and stronger than in previous years. Our Chinese children still need to eat Chinese food to grow up healthily."
This is the first time someone has praised him for growing taller and stronger!
Jian Ruochen's eyes lit up.
Normally, no one would praise Guan Yingjun like this if they stood next to him.
God knows how much he envied Guan Yingjun for the muscles he had built up between life and death!
"Really?" Jian Ruochen swallowed back the polite words that were about to come out of his mouth, "I especially like his fried chili... um, soybean and pork trotter rice."
Jian Ruochen changed his words under Guan Yingjun's watchful gaze.
"Oh!" The gray-haired old man laughed cheerfully, "Eat more while you're young."
Jian Ruochen agreed: "That's the truth."
A determined expression that guarantees the completion of the meal task.
Everyone was happy to see it.
Jian Ruochen decided to add a dish of chopped pepper fish head to tomorrow's meal after he got home from the celebration.
Eat spicy food.
This is a task assigned by the leader!
After greeting the leaders in the front row, they talked a few words about the commendation meeting the next day before returning to their seats.
Jian Ruo glanced at Guan Yingjun and asked cautiously, "Are you going home today or tomorrow?"
Why don't you just not go back?
He wanted to secretly eat a plate of chopped pepper fish head.
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