Because they were too excited, He Dagen and Zhao Meiya hardly slept well all night.
At around four in the morning, the two got up energetically, put on the new clothes bought by He Ruixue, stood in the room to admire them, and then ran to cook.
Around five o'clock, Xu Jinglun went to the yard to practice Ba Duan Jin. Seeing the hot smoke rising from the chimney, he greeted them with a smile, "Hey, you're up so early? Oh, even the meal is ready. I'm so slow."
"No, we couldn't sleep because we were thinking about going to Tiananmen Square. We'd just be making pancakes lying in bed anyway, so we might as well get up and do something."
"Yeah, when you're busy, you won't think about other things." Xu Jinglun's tone suddenly slowed down.
Zhao Meiya wiped her hands and said, "Lao Xu, you keep practicing. We're fine anyway, maybe we can learn a thing from you."
"Sure, come on, don't just watch, stand behind me and practice together."
He tried to break down the movements as slowly as possible and said, "If you do this a few times a day, you can live to be eighty."
Zhao Meiya has no obsession with life span, but she wants to stay with Dongbao and take care of her for a long time.
Hearing this, he immediately became more attentive and imitated his movements exactly.
This thing looks easy, but it is difficult to do.
The key point is to go slowly. In less than a while, both of their arms felt sore.
Seeing Xu Jinglun's long and steady breath and lower body, He Dagen sighed, "Brother Xu, your body is no worse than that of a young man. It's much better than me who does farm work."
"Oh, you're flattering me. They say practice makes perfect. I just took advantage of the fact that I've practiced for decades longer. Once you've fully mastered the technique, I guarantee you'll be better than me."
A few people practiced a set of moves in the yard, and then the others got up one after another.
"You pig can sleep so much! Hurry up! It's too late! If you're any later you won't be able to get a good seat."
Zhao Meiya stuffed a steamed bun into He Xiaojie's hand, and quickly walked to He Ruixue's room to make the bed for her.
Seeing her sitting in front of the dressing table applying snowflake cream, I said casually, "We're going to take photos today, so look lively. You brought some lipstick, put some on your face and lips."
He Ruixue closed the lid and shook her head, "Mom, the photo is black and white, how can you tell if I'm wearing makeup?"
"Okay, whatever you want. Let's go out for dinner. Mom made you some egg custard.
You said this old man Xu is really nice, he doesn't even have a lock on the kitchen. When we come back, take me to buy some food and meat. You can't let him starve after we leave."
"Okay, I'll get him some more food to store."
Xu Jinglun now relies on others to deliver his meals. This way is not safe. Although he has some money, he has no tickets. He can only find dealers to exchange them privately, which is also quite risky.
It would be better to take out enough food from the space to feed him for two years and put it in the cellar, which will be a bit of a guarantee in the future.
Mr. Xu was a very kind person. Not only did he let them stay, he also helped his parents take care of their health. He Ruixue was grateful to him from the bottom of her heart and naturally would not be stingy with external things.
After breakfast, several people quickly rushed to Tiananmen Square.
Currently, the task of raising the flag in the square is undertaken by the Beijing Power Supply Bureau.
It was not until the late 1970s that the army officially established a national flag squad, making the flag-raising ceremony more solemn and dignified.
Today is a weekday, and not many people are out and about. There is no such situation as in later generations where there are crowds of people and nowhere to put their feet.
For the locals, this is just a square where some people are walking and some are pushing their bicycles.
Most of the visitors are younger students wearing green military uniforms, who come from all over the country on free trains, making a pilgrimage.
As a red sun rose, the national flag, which was even more red than the sun, rose.
The moment the national anthem was played, everyone in the square couldn't help but salute and sing along.
When the broadcast played the last word, the national flag just reached the top of the mountain. When the wind blew, it fluttered in the wind, dyeing people's eyes and hearts red.
"Let's go and pay our respects to the Chairman."
Zhao Meiya pulled He Ruixue, bowed to the portrait repeatedly, and expressed her wishes in bits and pieces.
He Dagen was no exception. His lips kept moving while he was praying, and he probably made quite a few wishes.
Neither of them was exaggerating. Some people gathered together to dance the loyalty dance and formed small groups to recite quotations aloud.
Many people even knelt with tears in their eyes for a long time. Without experiencing it personally, it is difficult to understand the fanaticism and respect that the redeemed people had for him.
He Ruixue was pulled to kowtow a few times. Zhao Meiya, who loved her so much, accused her of being insincere.
As God knows, she came here with great respect, but she just didn't want to act too unrestrained in front of so many people.
He Ruixue took out the camera from the leather camera case at her waist and held it up. "Mom, you and Dad pose. I'll take two pictures of you first."
"What is this?"
"A camera."
"You're trying to bluff me again! Isn't the camera the biggest one? Doesn't it need to cover your head?"
When Dongbao was six years old, the three of them went to the city to take a photo, which cost more than one yuan.
When sparks flashed, she was startled, thinking that the thing was going to explode, and quickly protected her daughter's face.
"Mom, this is a SLR, the kind of camera you're talking about. The one you mentioned is too bulky and inconvenient to carry around."
She didn't quite believe it. "How could you take a picture of something this small? Dongbao, you're not being fooled, are you?"
"Sure, just stand still. I'm going to take the photo."
Zhao Meiya quickly pulled He Dagen, and the two of them stood so straight as if they were about to be inspected by their superiors. There was no expression on their faces, and their lips were tightly pursed.
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