Chapter 274 The real departure is to be forgotten by everyone, so they will live forever! (asking fo
Li Youzhi had determined the premiere time of "That Rabbit" in advance.
What is important is to have the first broadcast on the 24th, and then on the 25th, the anniversary of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, a second round of broadcasts on the sixth set, the seventh set, and the beep station.
Now, after seeing the overwhelming reputation after the premiere on CCTV, Li Youzhi is completely relieved.
Based on the popularity that "That Rabbit" has gained after the first four episodes were aired, as long as you set the rhythm of the script outline for the subsequent parts, you should be able to earn a little bit of surprise while lying down!
After interacting with netizens on Weibo for a while, Li Youzhi picked up his backpack and rushed to the 21DAY Fitness Center.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Li Youzhi, who got up on time after six o'clock, did not go for a run on the playground as usual. Instead, I walked to the Rongcheng Martyrs Cemetery with my classmates from Agricultural University.
As one of the top universities in Chengdu, there are such activities to commemorate the martyrs every year.
However, compared to previous years when only sophomores attended the memorial service, the number of students who went to the Martyrs Cemetery early in the morning this year was much larger.
The school originally prepared for 200 people, but when he came out of the school, Li Youzhi felt that there might not be four or five thousand people this year.
The number of people from the Tongchen Society who just greeted me along the way was probably more than one or two thousand!
It has entered the end of October, and the temperature in the morning is already quite cool. Even if the sky is cloudless, the autumn wind still brings rustling.
For a group of college students who don't get up before eight o'clock, waking up so early in such weather is already a wonder at the Agricultural University...
In front of the gate of the Martyrs Cemetery in Chengdu.
Seeing the size of this year's Agricultural University worship team, Wang Mingqi, who drove to the scene in advance and was responsible for maintaining order at the scene, trembled slightly.
He waved to Li Youzhi, who was walking at the front of the crowd, wearing a black windbreaker lined with a white stand-collar shirt.
"Teacher Wong!"
"Um."
Looking at Li Youzhi with a solemn expression, Wang Mingqi raised the corners of his mouth by 5°.
"After the worship is over in a while, come back with me and have a meal at home."
Seeing Wang Mingqi carefully adjusting the collar of his windbreaker, Li Youzhi grinned.
"Teacher Wang, I'll go in the evening. I'm really busy today..."
"You brat, you're not in class right now. I see that Chen Shuting is running around every day to talk. You're totally free. Now that the animation is finished, what else do you have to do?"
"Ahem...fan meeting."
Facing Wang Mingqi's tigerish face, Li Youzhi smiled and waved to the distance.
Wang Mingqi turned his head and saw a group of men and women of different ages in the cemetery, but all holding a yellow carnation in their hands, hopping and waving to Li Youzhi.
Looking at the crowd that could hold a small concert, Wang Mingqi smiled and patted Li Youzhi on the shoulder.
"Then go ahead and remember to go home tonight."
"Why!"
Smiling and nodding, Li Youzhi hurriedly walked towards the friends who had agreed to meet at the cemetery today with yellow carnations as tokens last night.
However, as soon as he took two steps, a greeting came from behind him.
"Hey, kid!"
"ah?"
Hearing Wang Mingqi calling him, Li Youzhi quickly turned around and blinked.
"Teacher Wang, what's wrong?"
Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, looking at Li Youzhi, who has a tall and angular figure. Compared with half a year ago, both appearance and appearance have completely changed. Wang Mingqi has a serious face even if he is not serious. Silently he gave a thumbs up.
"Well done. But the road ahead must be walked steadily step by step. No matter how far you go, never forget where you are now."
Facing Lao Wang's earnest instructions, Li Youzhi grinned and raised his thumb.
Then, he walked towards the group of netizens without looking back.
"Good guys, you guys are so early!"
Seeing that the time was only after seven o'clock, the group of Leziren fans had already gathered. Li Youzhile thought that he was early enough.
"Classmate Xiaozhi, you must have walked here! Go and look at the parking lot outside. It's already full! I don't know what happened today. In addition to the worship activities organized by various schools in the city, many people came over spontaneously to pay their respects. . Some even bring their families here. If they don’t come early, they won’t be able to get in at all!”
Li Youzhi laughed when he heard the bitterness of the handsome boy with a round face in front of him.
Indeed, he discovered it after entering the cemetery. Compared with the Remembrance Day to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea in previous years, this year’s event is much larger.
And how should I put it...it doesn't really look like worship. More like a spring outing...
In addition to the primary and secondary school students in school uniforms, many parents of young children crowded in with their children.
Wherever there are children, it becomes particularly lively.
There was chattering everywhere, and it was more like a temple fair or a spring outing than worshiping.
Seeing that the time had already reached 7:30, and chatting with a group of fun-loving netizens, Li Youzhi quickly took out the bird he bought last night and kept in a mineral water bottle from his windbreaker pocket, and took it out this morning. The yellow carnation flowers also look mouth-watering.
The main reason why I chose this flower type and color is that chrysanthemums are in short supply during festivals...
But the second reason is Carnation’s words.
That’s right – gratitude.
Standing in front of the towering Martyrs' Monument, and bowing to the profound names on the monument with a group of netizens, Li Youzhi placed carnations in front of the monument.
Li Youzhi grinned as he looked at the especially childlike worship objects on the platform under the monument this year.
In previous years, there were basically white and yellow chrysanthemums under the monument.
But this year it seemed a bit varied... Among the messy sacrifices, he saw big red apples, a lot of snacks, letters written by Guka in pinyin, and even some reading It may seem childish to elementary school students, but it is a toy that is very attractive to college students...
After silently taking photos of the sacrifices, Li Youzhi stood in front of the monument and took photos with netizens, then sent the photos to his Weibo.
It’s around seven o’clock, which is when Weibo user activity is relatively low.
But as soon as this post was sent, the comment area of the post was instantly filled with excitement!
"Hahaha, it's the same here! Many children in kindergarten and primary school come to worship accompanied by their parents. It feels so good!"
"I heard that a Jiazi reincarnates. If there is reincarnation, will those people from back then have come back?"
"Haha, it's possible! And even if there is no reincarnation, compared to those stylized chrysanthemums, I think the seniors would be happier to see these things if they had spirits in heaven."
"The true departure of a hero is when he is forgotten by everyone. In this photo of my brother, I see immortality!"
"Wipe the front. Who can you imitate so early in the morning? Why don't you imitate me?! I'm still on the subway!"
Beep!
Received amazing points, 50112 points!
Hearing the system beeping next to his ears, Li Youzhi smiled faintly and gave the netizen who imitated him a thumbs up.
Yes, you have already scratched the surface of Brother Zhi in the field of punching other people's tear ducts!
"Mama, Mum, what do you mean by these words?"
Just when Li Youzhi put his mobile phone in his pocket and walked outside the cemetery with the netizens who had finished paying homage, looking for a place to have breakfast and chat, a milky voice suddenly came from behind him. .
"Baby, these are the names of the martyrs. Well, they are the names of the little rabbits in the cartoon you watched yesterday. Look at this, Ding Fuli."
"Ding Fu..."
"Etiquette, etiquette of etiquette."
"Ding, Fu, Li..."
"Awesome, baby is so smart. As for this, his name is Diao Shiying, the hero's Ying."
"Diao, Shi, Ying..."
"Awesome, this..."
A young mother, holding a little boy with a tiger-like head and a thick brain, recognized the profound names on the monument.
Beside them, several slightly older children in school uniforms were running around while their parents were in a hurry.
Guys as agile as little monkeys jumped up and down on the stone steps. In order to avoid being caught by their parents, they even used the smooth steep slope next to the stone steps as a slide and slid down directly.
Seeing the chaos in front of the monument, the security guard wearing the cuffs of the cemetery management office shouted;
"Hey! Those children, please stop making noise! Today is the anniversary, please don't make noises and fights! Parents, please control them!"
However, just when he was about to step forward to stop the children from playing, an old hand like a dead branch grabbed him.
"Do you care what they do? It's a festival today, it's a festival, it's a festival, it's a lively one!"
"What kind of festival, like..."
The administrator was about to argue, but when he turned around and saw the owner of that hand, he immediately shut his mouth.
It was an old man wearing an old green 50's military uniform with an empty sleeve on the right side.
In his good hand, he was holding a wrinkled plastic bag with a few apples and a bottle of white wine that didn't look expensive.
And on his chest, hung a row of medals that had been eroded by time, but still showed as red as blood.
Smiling, the old man let go of the administrator, and walked to the monument with a hunched back amid a burst of tinkling sounds.
Holding the plastic bag in his mouth, he took out a white towel with one hand, then sat in front of the monument and wiped the rows of names that had been exposed to wind and rain for many years but were still clear.
After wiping the names until they were shiny, he placed the towel in front of the monument and sat down on it.
Seeing the mess of rare toys beside him, the old man grinned. Holding the wine bottle under his arm, he unscrewed the cap and poured the liquor into the open space in front of the monument.
Then, he picked up the red apple and looked at the group of crazy children under the steps with wrinkles on his face.
In a trance, the world became hazy.
One by one, hazy figures sat next to him.
Some of those hazy figures were playing with children's toys, some were clumsily opening snacks they had never seen before, and some were holding those cute letters and looking over them.
In the hazy halo, the old man looked left and right, revealing a mouth full of teeth that were about to fall out.
"You damn ghosts, are you just laughing your ass off?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know, it's not a loss, it's really not a loss!"
Talking to himself, he picked up the apple. He took a hard bite with the few remaining teeth.
Then the sweetness spread along the corners of his mouth into every dark wrinkle... and formed a bigger smile on his entire face.
In the distance, looking at the veterans sitting in front of the monument chewing apples, Li Youzhi clicked the shutter.
Seeing that smile, he raised the corners of his lips, waved to the people waiting behind him, and strode forward...
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