Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming - Chapter 638

Chapter 638: I Love You, China!

Only in mysterious China could one experience the unlimited potential of humanity .

In any other country, it would have been scary to see 80,000 people gather on a square . Of course, India did not count .

Somebody lifted the eastern curtain to reveal a beam of sunlight, but the naughty sun was reluctant to come out . It just lightened the sky as a troop walked through the gate of Tiananmen .

At 6:05 a . m, a strong melody echoed around the square . "Across the mountains, across the plains, across the Yellow River and the Yangtze River . . . "

Suddenly, silence prevailed around the square, despite the thousands of people gathered there . Thirty six flag guards walked along the middle line, their powerful steps clear against the ground . The scene reminded everyone of the ups and downs China had experienced during the previous century .

When the guards reached the platform with the jade fence, four flag-bearers walked out .

"Stand up against slavery . . . "

At 6:11, one of the flag-bearers spread the flag against the wind . As the flag rose up, everyone started murmuring the national anthem .

"Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! With one mind, we march under the enemy's fire . . . "

The spectators sang louder and louder . Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei's hand as he sang devotedly .

No words could express his feelings . One had to be there to understand . Something surged in everyone's hearts . It was the words, "I love my motherland . Anywhere, anytime…"

When the flag reached the top of the pole, the ceremony came to an end . The soldiers retired together, leaving the flag blowing in the sky against the rising sun . Then a strange silence followed .

Not long afterwards, the spectators burst out together, expressing their emotions .

"Long live our motherland!"

"Long live the people!"

Their roars shook the sky without the help of a loudspeaker . People from different backgrounds had gathered there for that moment . It would be a memory they would never forget .

Everyone collected the trash from the ground before they left . They didn't want to leave any garbage on that holy place . The spectators left in order, as if in a dream .

On the way to the airport, the taxi driver chatted with Qin Guan .

"Did you see the ceremony?"

"Yes!"

"Are you going home?"

"No, just back to college . "

"You seem like good students . You must love your country!"

. . .

Even after many years, that scene would still linger in Qin Guan's mind . He might forget some exciting job he had accepted, but he would never forget that ceremony .

"Those flag-bearers were so handsome . . . " Cong Nianwei murmured on the airplane .

As he was thinking about the possibility of trying on a uniform, Qin Guan received a phone call . It was Qu Xuemei, who took care of his work in New York . It was a temporary, but important job .

"Qin Guan, are you back?"

"Yes!"

"Let's get to work then . Check your email!"

The Public Advertising Service had the support of the New York City Hall and the local police . Both the social groups and the City Hall had taken action .

The slogan "Work With A Star" could be seen everywhere in New York . Posters of Qin Guan were pasted on the walls of shopping malls . His smile had spread all over the city .

Even ordinary citizens who never watched indie films or read fashion magazines had gotten familiar with the Asian young man through those posters . They considered him a guy who was very enthusiastic about community activities .

Unlike in China, in the US most work relative to city construction was carried out by the residents themselves .

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