The noise, chaos, and chattering made this place instantly turn into a vegetable market. Everyone was shouting. Most of them were cannon fodder, and a small number of infected elites. Yu Xiaoqing, who was standing there like a sculpture, was forgotten by them, and only the cannon fodder-like cheers were left.
Milong still didn't forget to provoke, and always fled quickly when the fist came.
Yu Xiaoqing and their team leader never came close, but just watched from a distance. The night was so dark that even Shuo Yu could not see the expressions on their faces or what they were saying.
Everything is in chaos, but it's so contagious that you can't help but want to say something, sing something, or maybe just stand there, as if joining in, burning with them, to make the fire bigger.
Shuo Yu's ears were filled with sounds from all over the world. He understood some of them, but he didn't understand some of them, but he didn't care. He held Dashan in his hand and danced with her simply in such a night. The child's laughter flew close to his heart.
Fanla had already abandoned him and ran away, standing on an empty supply box, which would make him look taller. Then he recited the poem "Young China" that Shuoyu had also heard before.
...Therefore, the responsibility today lies not with others but with our young people. If the young are wise, the nation will be wise; if the young are wealthy, the nation will be wealthy; if the young are strong, the nation will be strong; if the young are independent, the nation will be independent; if the young are free, the nation will be free; if the young are progressive, the nation will be progressive; if the young are better than Europe, the nation will be better than Europe; if the young are more powerful than the earth, the nation will be more powerful than the earth. The red sun rises, its path is bright. The river rises from the hidden stream, pouring into the ocean. The dormant dragon soars from the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The young tiger roars in the valley, terrifying all beasts. The hawk tests its wings, and the wind and dust flutter. The exotic flower sprouts, its brilliance is magnificent. The sword is sharpened, and its edge is sharpened. The sky is blue, and the earth is yellow. Even if there are thousands of years, there are still vast wildernesses. The future is as vast as the sea, and the future is long. Beautiful is my young China, eternal as the sky! Magnificent are my young Chinese, boundless as the country!"
Meng Fanle was reading excitedly. It was the first time that Shuoyu knew that this article had so many words and was so long. He wrote an appeal to young people. Some people thought they had forgotten it, but when others mentioned it, they suddenly found that their mouths were reciting along.
I don't know when Ayi started to recite along with Fanla, and even He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian...
Those who have been to school and studied, still have a young China in their hearts, and are thinking about it together with the sudden increase in height and annoyance.
One voice suddenly became everyone's voice, and everyone's voice suddenly became one voice.
Some people didn't make any sound, but they were still chanting along. Some people were chanting, but their behavior was also passionate and their expressions were excited. Some people were not only passionate, but they even cried while chanting...
Shuo Yu put the mountain on his shoulders and asked her to look at it too, to see it more clearly and carefully, because this country will belong to her in the future, and to everyone who has a young China in their heart.
Even if people know that some things will fail, there are still people who continue to do them because they have hope in their hearts. They believe that even if they fail, at least they have left a seed.
A seed that only needs sunshine and rain to take root and sprout again. Nothing is meaningless, as long as you do it, it is meaningful.
There was a sudden slapping sound. Fanla had just finished reading the last sentence when everyone turned around to look. When Fanla almost fell off the box, Shuoyu happened to catch him, making him miss the opportunity to touch his butt with the mother earth.
Yu Xiaoqing's slaps were very real and strong. Shuo Yu looked at him and was afraid to slap like him, as his hands would be numb when he went back. But Young Master Yu didn't seem to feel anything. He kept saying "good" with sparkling eyes and a helmet on his head.
His applause and cheers made the scene suddenly silent. No one dared to speak. After all, Young Master Yu had left too deep an impression on people. Everyone was just looking at him, wondering what he was going to do.
Shuo Yu was also looking at him, and also at Si La Si La who followed behind him. The guy had a smile on his face as if it was carved with a chisel, but his eyes were filled with tears. Shuo Yu just suspected that his eyes were too bright, he had never seen the guy cry (most of the time he thought he cried, but in fact it seemed to be just his illusion).
Yu Xiaoqing didn't care about the sudden silence, but was still clapping his hands to himself. The cannon fodders were like funny sculptures frozen in time, their bodies instantly stiffened and they didn't know where to lie. The elites stood at attention, their faces tense, like miniature Yu Xiaoqings.
Shuo Yu silently put the light mountain on his neck to the ground, and watched Yu Xiaoqing marching towards them. Mi Long was so scared that he fell to the ground and exclaimed "Oh my God!", not knowing whether it was real or fake. Anyway, he fainted first.
It is really a happy thing to be friends with such a person. At least you will always have free and lively things to watch. Maybe when Milong is in his seventies or eighties, he will completely ignore his flying dentures and his old arms and legs with broken bones, and continue to twist his life and vitality. He really wants to see that time.
Yu Xiaoqing has never known what a dull moment is, and he doesn't care about it at all. Milong's fainted face was pointed at by the stiff black teaching stick, and then this fainted guy became the captain of their assault team, the first one appointed by Master Yu himself.
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