The red flag fluttered in the wind.
It stirred emotions that one couldn't help but feel.
Jiang Chen had now seen the world, yet standing on this land, he still felt an uncontrollable surge of belonging deep in his bones.
Perhaps this country still had many shortcomings, but it always shared our bloodline, an irreplaceable connection that no so-called developed region could replace.
On the first avenue in the east, not a single horn could be heard, no matter how luxurious the car was, as they all passed by in an orderly fashion.
"When I started my first year in Capital City, the first weekend, I came here by myself to watch the flag-raising ceremony,"
the two arrived in front of the monument.
"I saw the post you shared on your social circle."
Jiang Chen looked up at the words inscribed on the monument.
The people's heroes will live forever.
"You went abroad?"
Fang Qing too looked up at the monument.
"How did you know?"
