That night.

In many places in China, some people cannot sleep all night.

Among them, a young man who had just returned from studying abroad to visit his relatives and planned to change his nationality was hesitating and paced in the living room.

His mind was filled with some dialogues from the sixth issue of China.

What impressed him the most was the scene of his ancestors sacrificing their lives to guard the city.

Those pictures are really too real and too shocking.

He opened the curtains in the living room and looked down at the city that was still brightly lit on the 17th floor.

Traffic and crowds are surging...

Without cannon bombing, there is no need to worry about whether one day you wake up, or your own relatives and children will be pushed to the head by the enemy with a gun...

Because of these, the ancestors took them all over.

Once upon a time, it was the ancestors who were carrying these.

Nowadays, what are carrying are soldiers who are undergoing training somewhere, fighting disasters, or on the border.

This spirit seems to be there all the time.

However, I, who was in the infancy of peace, seemed to have forgotten...

The young man turned around and looked again. In the living room, his parents brought from the old house to the new house, one by one, a number of awards he had won since childhood.

He remembered that when he was still young and his family was not in good condition, he lived in a remote mountainous area, it was the scholarship of this country, and the teacher who kept running for him and hoped to raise more money helped him.

He remembered that without compulsory education in this country, he would be difficult to enter even if he had the opportunity to sit in the school gate, right?

At that time, the teachers in the school had muddy every day.

He clearly remembered that the math teacher who was the best for him back then was when he was going down the mountain to buy some exercise books for everyone, he encountered a heavy rain and accidentally fell into the mountain and never woke up again...

He opened his WeChat and saw many messages sent from the group.

"Brother, I've decided to change my nationality. I support you. I really want to go anyway!"

"That's right, when can I make it through in the country? I don't even have a chance to go there!"

"Brother, I support you in this regard. Don't be shaken if you read the sixth issue of the collection of China. In today's society, nothing is wrong with no money!"

"That's right, you must not be kidnapped by morality. As long as you make up your mind, the light will be in front of you!"

"call……"

The young man was filled with relief.

He ran downstairs, drove his parents' car, and rushed to his hometown overnight.

His mind was full of his own teacher.

In the past few days, he has read all the videos in the collection of China and recalled many things he had heard!

"Haha, aren't the collections of Chinese all imagination and moral kidnappings? It's definitely a place to go!"

"That is, wages cannot rise and housing prices rise year by year. So what if we young people have ambitions? How long will it take to have a way out?"

"These objective factors are all here, and we cannot change it by working hard!"

"What should I do?"

The young man sighed.

He wanted to go to the teacher's grave to pay tribute, and wanted to ask her, what kind of heart did she choose to stay where to teach back then?

It was obviously one of the few college students in that era, and as long as they walked out of the ravine, they would definitely be reused. Why should they stay there?

He hopes to get the answer in his hometown!

That night, many people like him were trying to find their own answers.

What exactly should I do?

...

the next day.

This is the first time Jiang Yi has gotten so early since he started broadcasting the collection of Huaxia.

He was wearing formal clothes, took out the little red flag in the drawer, carried some wine that Cao Cao gave him, and went to the flower shop to buy a large bouquet of flowers.

Putting the flowers in the Red Flag Co-pilot, Jiang Yi went to the monument engraved with the names of his ancestors at about 9:30, and the rising sun was just rising in the east.

The car could not get close to that side. Jiang Yi walked towards the monument with flowers and wine over a distance of more than a thousand meters.

He saw that in front of the wide square, many elementary school students wearing red scarves and junior high school students wearing school uniforms lined up under the leadership of their respective teachers and planned to go and pay tribute.

"Jiang...Mr. Jiang?!"

When a middle-aged male teacher saw Jiang Yi, he was so excited that he ran over: "You... are you here to commemorate your ancestors too?"

"Um."

Jiang Yi nodded and was about to continue walking forward, but he stopped him.

"Well, Mr. Jiang, can we go there with you?"

"The children came here voluntarily because they read the collection of Huaxia. If you took them with them, I think they might understand more in this event, is it convenient?"

The middle-aged male teacher asked very rigorously.

More and more teachers from the school recognized Jiang Yi and hurried over and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's rare for us and the children to see you once. We really sincerely invite you to take us to an activity like this."

Jiang Yi looked around and the students who were full of expectations, and finally nodded.

When the students saw this scene, they were very excited and subconsciously straightened their backs a little.

So, Jiang Yi walked in the front, and the teachers led the team of about a thousand people in their classes behind, arranged neatly and solemnly.

Jiang Yi's every step was solemn.

Walking through the square, stepping onto the stairs, putting flowers and wine under the monument, he stood like a javelin and saluted solemnly.

The children and teachers all stretched out their right hands in unison.

More and more people have joined the team spontaneously, and no one has laughed or impatient during this process.

‘The ancestors, the younger generation Jiang Yi, and the young, young and middle-aged people in China today, come to see the ancestors.’

‘The Chinese today will be safe and sound, and the country will be prosperous and safe. The Chinese will be prosperous in the hands of generations of our descendants.’

‘Generations of Chinese children will definitely use this to comfort their ancestors.’

‘China...forever!’

‘Ancestors…forever!’

Jiang Yi bowed solemnly.

Behind each other, everyone was thinking about what they wanted to say, bowing together.

Jiang Yi turned around and looked at the students in front of him and said, "Students, can you tell your ancestors why you are studying?"

One sound that is either immature, or already changing, or mature, is said in unison:

"Study for the rise of China!"

"Study for the rise of China!"

"Study for the rise of China!"

The shouts and shouts trembled on the square, and they lasted for a long time.

Just as their voices fell.

Jiang Yi's voice continued to sound.
Chapter completed!