Pet King

Underground passages are surrounded by foreign tourists with a variety of accents, and some blond foreign tourists are obviously all visiting for the national flag raising. Most people wear ordinary clothes, and some people wear various national costumes, including Hanfu. Among them are young couples, middle-aged couples, some support the elderly, some people embrace young children, and even people wear sick clothes. It was probably the dream of visiting the national flag even when coming to the capital for treatment. Everyone rushed through the underground passage busily, full of excitement and expectations.

Seeing this scene, Fina also muttered in her heart. It was not cold about raising the national flag, and felt that it was nothing more than raising the flag on the flagpole. What's so good about it? But there are so many people to see, can't these people be all fools?

"This ... this is the most famous square in the world?"

"This is the ancient imperial city in China?"

"Quack! So big! So white!"

When they came to the square through the underground passage, the elves were all stunned. They had never seen a square with such a large area, and it was very inconspicuous to stand here.

The tower of the Zhuqi Liuli roof is located on the central axis of the capital. There are no particularly tall buildings around it. Against the background of the square, everything looks low but stable.

The white clouds on the white jade watch reminded Feimas of the Victory Column in Berlin, but it was not the goddess of victory sitting on the watch, but a strange beast like a lion and a unicorn.

Fina saw the ancient imperial city in ancient China for the first time. Compared with the imperial palace of ancient Egypt, the ancient Chinese architectural style is not a gorgeous and beautiful line, but it is thick, solemn and solemn everywhere. Ingenious craftsmanship proves what it is, but it uses its expansive floor space to try its best to show the sense of nature.

Lao Cha looked at the tower full of history, and whispered, "Sad Qin and Han dynasties, Miyazaki has made soil ..."

The feelings of other elves were not so deep, but they were also shocked by the mighty majesty of the square.

Zhang Zi'an used his eyes to signal them to be quieter. Don't let the armed police all over the square hear the barking of cats and dogs, and then follow Richard's line of sight to see what is so white and white ... the result is someone Bring a hoe.

In the early morning, the lights on the square were not completely off, and it was gray, not as dark as when they first set off.

The tourists stretched their necks and pushed forward desperately. They wanted to seize the favorable terrain before the national flag was raised. They almost squeezed out the shit. Only Zhang Zi'an didn't squeeze forward. Less location.

Today is neither a festival nor a holiday, but even so, there is still a steady stream of tourists visiting the flag-raising.

The tourists were buzzing and talking, looking at the morning dawn from time to time, waiting for the moment when the sun rose.

It's about five thirty.

"Come here! Come here! It's about to begin!" Someone whispered.

Zhang Zi'an looked on tiptoe and saw that the honor guards of the three armed forces had appeared, the steel guns on their shoulders were neatly arranged, and the enthusiastic enthusiasts stepped over the Jinshui Bridge. The honor guards of the three armed forces gathered very quickly, and even a few of the tourists present did not notice when they appeared.

"Quack! All handsome guys!" Richard jumped onto Zhang Zi'an's head, looking wide-eyed.

"What do you think, known as the first day group of Asian men!" Zhang Zi'an warned: "If you dare to shit, I will shove you out of shit!"

The members of the guard of honor of the three armed forces are almost the same in size and shape, their faces are serious, their movements are uniform, and they suddenly look similar to those carved in a mold.

The tourists crowded even harder. If it wasn't for the railings in front of them, and armed police watched it, they might rush to the flagpole and watch it up close.

People are tall and short. They come early and late. Tall people are blocking the front. To get a better view, they are tiptoe. It is difficult for the people behind to see clearly. So many people hold their phones high. Use your mobile phone to record the scene and wait for it afterwards.

Smart people have long prepared selfie sticks to lift their phones even higher.

There was even a young girl riding her boyfriend's neck to see clearly ... Hey, that's a foul!

The boyfriend bowed his head to be a sister cow, preferring not to look at himself, but also to meet the requirements of the sister.

"How is it so neat?" Fina asked suddenly.

"Exercise, winter practice, nine summer practice, three volts. By the way, if it is a major festival, the honor guard will be followed by a military band, then it will look better." Zhang Zi'an replied.

Lao Cha looked around and asked, "Zi'an, everyone is filming, don't you take a photo with your mobile phone to keep a memorial?"

Zhang Zi'an shrugged and replied: "Raising the flag is for viewing, not for taking photos. Just keep a memorial in your eyes."

The old tea froze and didn't understand what he meant.

The honor guards of the three armed services stepped forward towards the flagpole. They went to the base of the flagpole and separated like wild winged wings.

While the national anthem was playing, the flag-raiser pressed the button to raise the national flag high, and the honor guards of the three armed forces saluted at the same time.

The cool morning breeze blows the flag, making the flag rippling.

The visitors ’heads and mobile phones all raised slowly with the national flag, but the noise of conversation was still endless, and some people were laughing, and it was difficult to hear the anthem of the anthem far away.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded in the corner of the square. It turned out that a group of elementary school students who were undergoing patriotism education also came to visit and raise the national flag. The leader of the team was afraid that they would be injured. Instead of letting them squeeze forward, they stood in another corner not far from Zhang Zi'an. This group of elementary school students may be from outside, wearing bright red scarves on their chests, and a strong foreign accent in their mouths. Under the guidance and organization of the teacher, the national anthem was sung along with the beat with uneven jazz.

The noise of tourists was stagnant.

This group of elementary school students was very embarrassed and sang even more tunefully. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A few shy little girls lowered their heads to play with their clothes and humbled themselves for their accents.

Although the teachers are desperately encouraging them and cheering for them, their voices are getting lower and lower, and more and more confused.

"Get up! People who don't want to be slaves!"

"Mold our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!"

Zhang Zi, who stood nearby, gave them a silent look, and then suddenly sang the national anthem. After all, he is an adult and has a loud voice, which immediately attracted the attention of this group of elementary students and more.

He was dressed in ordinary clothes and stood close to the elementary school students. The tourists thought he was one of the teachers leading the team, while the teachers and the students thought he was an ordinary tourist.

Zhang Zi'an's voice was often ridiculed for incomplete tone, and he seldom sang. At this time, if no one followed him to sing, no one laughed at his unpleasant voice.

"The Chinese nation is at its most dangerous time!"

"Everyone is forced to make a final roar!"

The elementary school students were encouraged by his own practice, and soon he eliminated the shyness, raised his chest and continued to sing, and the usually naughty little boys followed the roar of hissing and exhausted, which made the teachers look impressive.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

More tourists put down their phones and sang loudly.

No one looked at Zhang Zi'an again, and no one looked at the group of primary school students anymore. There was only one focus of all people's eyes, which was the rising five-star red flag.

All kinds of accents, even rusty Chinese, were mixed together, reverberating above the square, and the remaining noise was completely drowned by the raging national anthem.

"We have one heart,"

"Bring the enemy's gunfire, go ahead!"

"Bring the enemy's gunfire, go ahead!"

"Go forward! Go forward!"