Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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If it were not in China, a magical country, you would not know how many possibilities there are for human potential.

This square is not small, but the total number of 80,000 people is gathered in this venue. This is a very difficult scene in any place in the world.

Of course, India doesn't count, and their ethnicity is born with yoga and pyramidal traits, and they are still uninformed.

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The night in the east is like someone quietly pulling a gap, and the brighter and brighter red, the slower step, as if to fill the whole curtain slowly.

But the reserved child of the sun is always reluctant to find out its true content, and tolerantly resists the temptation of the bed made of darkness.

Time always has to continue. Just when the sun finally revealed its first ray of gold, at the gate of the central city of Tiananmen Square, they all walked out of the protagonist of this square on National Day.

6:05... A majestic melody echoed throughout the square.

"Across the mountains, across the plains, across the surging Yellow River and Yangtze River..."

This place where tens of thousands of people gathered from all over the world suddenly became quiet.

Thirty-six soldiers from the national flag guards walked along the central axis. The sound of ‘噰尰唰’ was very clear in this quiet square.

Step by step prestige.

That firm step seems to have gone through the ups and downs of a century-long journey in modern China.

Walking to the flag-raising platform of the white jade fence, the four flag guards walked forward in unison.

"Get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."

At 6:11, one of the flag bearers launched a red five-star flag against the wind in the autumn wind hunting.

As the flag slowly rose and echoed the national anthem, the old and young men who were on the scene, one of them, all began to release their voices.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! We are united, braving the enemy's fire..."

The sound is getting louder and louder, but it is so uniform. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei in the crowd are pulling each other tightly, but they are devoted to singing.

What kind of scene is that the description of the language alone is too pale, and only when you are really on the scene can you understand the shocking emotions.

That kind of life that had been numb for a long time, those things that had been discarded in the Jiji camp, with the roar of this 10,000 people, appeared again in the bottom of my heart.

This emotion is called, I love my motherland.

No matter where, no matter when...

When the red flag touched the top of the flagpole, the simplest but most exciting flag-raising ceremony came to an end.

The four men of the flag have retreated quietly, and as they returned to the team, they completed their repeated mission every day.

The pace of the same will not be disrupted by external interference, nor will there be any slackness because of the end of the task.

In the square after the music ended, under the sky where the national anthem was sung, among the crowds here, weirdly fell into a quiet hour.

But at this moment, it didn't make everyone wait too long, and burst out the emotions that are hard to vent in everyone's heart at this time, which is about to be like a spring.

"Long live the motherland!"

"Long live the people!"

Zhentian's roar, without the help of any loudspeaker, just shouted out neatly!

‘Fluttering’

The white pigeons rushed to the sky. I don't know if it was a gift from the pigeon players in the surrounding area, or whether they belonged to the indigenous people in this square.

Countless individuals, countless lives, no one knows the story behind him, but does not hinder being here, to do something with everyone to make memories that will be unforgettable all one's life.

I love you China.

The exit evacuation behind is still clean. Those who will automatically look at their feet when they leave, can't bear to let this side of the land be stained with any dirt.

The gathering of tens of thousands of people retreated like a dream.

Sitting in a taxi heading for the airport, the taxi driver in front of him was still halting with Qin Guan.

"I just finished raising the flag?"

"Yes."

"Go home now? Don't play more in the capital?"

"Go to school..."

"It's good to go to school! At first glance, it's a good student. Before leaving, let's look at raising the flag, patriotic!"

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Years later, the scene here is still in the mind of Qin Guan. He can’t forget it for a long time. He may have forgotten some of the most thrilling work he has ever experienced, but he still remembers every bit of this scene.

Cong Nianwei, who boarded the plane, casually raised his mouth while taking a nap: "Those flag guards are handsome..."

In this sentence, let Qin Guan remember, what is the charm of a soldier...

I am not convinced! Nothing but uniform temptation!

Qin Guan, who had been thinking of how to put on a legally uniform skin in his mind, had someone bring a pillow when he was dozing off.

Qu Xuemei, who has been sticking to New York, has called his next work call.

Generally, fixed work does not need to be notified by the editor of this VOGUE.

"Qin Guan?"

"Ok?"

"came back?"

"Ok!"

"Let's start the work, read the SMS and email notifications, and don't forget to take care of yourself."

Qin Guan agreed to the requests of the New York City Hall and the Police, and began shooting a set of community-run public welfare advertisements for the people here.

And as the radiation of this public service advertisement, naturally, the broader the better.

So these community service groups sponsored by consortiums and welfare agencies, as well as the civil servant social workers under the New York City government of the United States, started a joint activity.

‘Working with the stars around you’

Such large slogans appeared in the streets of New York City.

The poster printed with the head of Qin Guan is attached to the wall of a house for sale in a small community, or outside the apartment building on the corner of Wall Street or Times Square.

There are large and small, spontaneous or friendship sponsors, so that this large city is filled with Qin Guan's figure one after another.

A star wants to be red, and the red ones are supported by the government, which is very interesting.

The most ordinary New Yorkers who don’t like to watch literary films, movies, or even fashion magazines, met this Asian guy through a simplest poster.

It is a young man who is enthusiastic about community activities. This is the simplest idea among these community residents.

Unlike China's responsibility contracting, in this huge city network, there are a lot of work related to the construction of this city, and the people living here are responsible for it. (To be continued.)