As I walked and looked around, Liu Beijun's eyes were filled with novelty. The subway was novel, the handsome men, beauties, uncles and aunts all around were novel, the countless high-rise buildings were novel, and even staying in a hotel for the first time was novel!
That night, Liu Beijun tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep, and finally lay down on the small window, looking at the busy road outside, and muttered: "The big city is so beautiful... so clean, and there are many cars... Abbot Fangzheng, abbot?"
When Liu Beijun turned around, Fang Zheng was already asleep.
Liu Beijun lay by the window and looked at it again and again, and finally let out a complicated sigh and went back to bed and went to sleep.
The next day, before dawn, Liu Beijun was called up by Fang Zheng.
"Abbot, what are you doing so early?" Liu Beijun looked at the time and saw that it was only three o'clock!
Fang Zheng said: "If you want to see the national flag raised, hurry up, otherwise, you can just lie here by yourself." This is my first time in Shengjing. If I don't go to Tiananmen Square to see the national flag raised, my visit will be in vain! Although Fang Zheng was a monk and a monk, he never regarded himself as a person who was completely separated from the world.
When he heard that he wanted to watch the national flag being raised, Liu Beijun jumped out of bed, put on his clothes in a few seconds, pulled Fang Zheng and ran outside, saying as he ran, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
After leaving the hotel, Liu Beijun was dumbfounded. How should we go
Fang Zheng shook his head, took Liu Beijun to the subway station, and followed the subway all the way to Tiananmen Square. They arrived not too late, but the square was already crowded with people everywhere. At the same time, there were groups of soldiers patrolling by. Looking at those heroic soldiers, Liu Beijun couldn't help but praise: "This is a man! Handsome!"
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, agreeing with Liu Beijun's statement. Following the flow of people, the soldiers standing guard stood upright and motionless, like statues. Fang Zheng walked past them and even saw a blood-sucking mosquito lying on a soldier's face and in front of his eyes! But the young soldier remained motionless, as if he didn't even know the mosquito existed!
Fang Zheng frowned and was about to make a move when suddenly a girl walked over, waved her hand and drove the text away, then took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off the soldier's forehead, smiled slightly, and turned around to leave.
When Fang Zheng saw this, his heart warmed.
Liu Beijun whispered: "I heard that when soldiers are on guard, others are not allowed to approach them. In case... "
"There is a difference between good people and bad people." Fang Zheng said.
Liu Beijun scratched his head and didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant. How could a bad person have the word "bad guy" written on his face
But Fang Zheng knew that bad people would not have bad intentions written on their faces, but the warmth and brightness exuded by a good person could instantly illuminate everything.
The two followed everyone to the front of the square. At this time, a soldier came over and said as they walked: "Everyone, please pay attention. Audiences in the first three rows please squat down. Please sit down if it is convenient. Thank you for your cooperation."
Then the people in the first three rows began to sit down. Fang Zheng and Liu Beijun happened to be in the third row. It didn't matter that Fang Zheng was there. The moon-white monk's clothes were dust-free and dirt-free, so he didn't get dirty wherever he sat, so he simply sat on the floor. Liu Beijun didn't care about this and sat down. Some people brought some posters with them and sat on them under their buttocks. All of a sudden, the first three rows were all seated.
In this way, everyone's sight is guaranteed.
"Abbott, the distance is a bit far. It's so far away that I can't see clearly. I thought I could watch it up close like on TV." Liu Beijun said a little disappointed.
Fang Zheng said: "Whether it's far or not, it all depends on your heart. Did you really come here to see a few people goose-stepping and raise the national flag? Ask your heart, what exactly are you here to see."
Liu Beijun was stunned. He looked at the soldiers around him and the expectant audience. He couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Are they really here to see the national flag being raised?" Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation. Looking forward to seeing a flag-raising ceremony that can’t be seen clearly? Or is it true that when the flag is raised, something special and beautiful will happen
Thinking of this, Liu Beijun also waited with expectation.
Seeing Liu Beijun like this, Fang Zheng didn't say anything and just watched quietly.
As time went by, we finally saw the shadow of the honor guard in the distance. They were all handsome and walking in uniform steps. Although they were too far away to see the details clearly. But at that moment, Liu Beijun didn't know why, but his heart suddenly became hot! It was as if a rusty engine that had not been used for a long time was suddenly given power and started to move!
Liu Beijun couldn't remember how many years it had been since his heart had felt this way. Sometimes he even thought that he would never be moved by anyone in his life. At least he hadn't felt such intense emotions in his heart for a long time. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the honor guard, watching the soldiers of the honor guard come under the national flag. As a soldier raised his hand, the bright red national flag danced in the wind and opened at the moment!
Liu Beijun clenched his fists subconsciously. At that moment, he suddenly understood what he was here to see! Not to watch the flag-raising ceremony, but to satisfy the patriotic passion in my heart! The moment the national flag was hoisted, he didn't know what was going through his mind, but he felt an uncontrollable excitement, as if blood was about to spurt out of his mouth. He subconsciously opened his mouth and sang the national anthem along with the music. Xingqing's tears fell down the corners of his eyes...
He didn't know that although there was no wave in the ancient well of a certain monk next to him, his heart was also fluctuating a lot.
Although Fang Zheng is a monk, he still has patriotic blood in his heart. Here, the blood is ignited, singing the national anthem, feeling the sentiment that permeates the entire square, there is no you and me, only the country.
After leaving Tiananmen Square and walking for a long time, Liu Beijun came back to his senses from the excitement, looked at Fang Zheng and said: "Abbot Fang Zheng, although I don't know why I watched the flag raising, at that moment, I was really excited, so good I want to cry...well, I cried."
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay if you cry. If you cry, you can still be saved."
"What do you mean?" Liu Beijun was stunned.
Fang Zheng said nothing, but took Liu Beijun into Wangfujing Commercial Street. He looked at the bustling neighborhood, the people coming and going in a hurry, and the tall buildings surrounding him. Fang Zheng said nothing. Liu Beijun kept looking around, for fear of missing something new. Everything here seemed familiar and strange to him. What was familiar was that the scenes on TV were reproduced here, and what was strange was the atmosphere here. The impact it brings is completely different from the feeling in the village!
(End of chapter)