Fu Ping'an went home in the rain, packed his bags, put on his military uniform again, and sighed in front of the mirror in the big wardrobe. He didn't know what the country recruited him, but no matter how difficult it was, he would move forward without regrets.

The next morning, the first sister and others took a special car to Omi, and Fu Ping'an also got on the high-speed train at the same time and rushed to the same destination. Unexpectedly, the relevant departments ordered him a business seat. After the journey of more than an hour, at the South Station of the Omi High-speed Railway, a military jeep drove to the platform and took him to the provincial military region to attend the meeting.

At Ome Tatsutan International Airport, the first sister and her entourage passed the security check and entered the VIP waiting room. The waiters asked for their autographs and took a photo. The boarding time was up. Passengers with first-class air tickets were given priority to board the plane. They changed their slippers and took a blanket. The flight attendant brought drinks. After obtaining consent, they took a photo with the first sister with their mobile phone and went happily.

The departure time was up, and the first sister put on her eye mask and earplugs, put down the seat to rest. When she was glaring and woke up, she found that the plane had landed on the ground, and said in surprise: "I'm sleeping so hard."

The agent sitting next to him said, "Sister, it hasn't taken off yet, air control."

The first sister said: "What kind of control is it? You see, other planes still take off, so call the crew to ask."

The agent called the flight attendant to ask. The flight attendant didn't dare to say it at first, but later hesitated that it might not be a control, but a passenger was not boarding the plane and had to wait for him.

The first sister was so angry that she couldn't stand it so much, so she got angry on the spot: "Isn't this bullying? She'll take a flight when she's late? How can she let the passengers of the entire plane wait for them? I want to complain and I want to see your leader."

The flight attendant said this was a company's rule and we had no choice.

The first sister said, tell me who the passenger is, and I want to expose him! The flight attendant's face changed color so scared that he didn't know how to end. The cabin became more and more stuffy, and the passengers in the economy class behind were complaining, and they were making noises. The two of them were wearing military uniforms. The army colonel was walking in front, and a orderly soldier was carrying a serviceman behind. But surprisingly, the colonel actually went to the economy class behind, and the serviceman was sitting in the first class.

The orderly soldier was quite familiar, and the first sister and the agent looked at each other. Isn’t that Xiao Fu?

The first sister immediately asked the agent and Fu Ping'an to change seats and sit next to her.

The passengers were about to board the plane, and the flight immediately closed the door and left the bridge and slowly slid towards the runway. However, there were several planes in front of them waiting for takeoff. The first-class guests were already full of anger and could not help but complain to the last guest boarding the plane. However, they were well-educated and just muttered and sarcastic.

Fu Ping'an did not expect to cause trouble to other passengers. This was not his fault. The meeting was overtime, and he was sent to the airport by the car from the picket company with a sirens. He wanted to explain, but he didn't expect that the loud voice of the No. 1 sister started to start.

"What are you arguing? They are first-class heroes and heroes of the country. What contributions have you made to the country? Those who are qualified can speak, and those who are not qualified can shut up!"

The other passengers suddenly stopped. They were just local tyrants with a little money, not as good as the top sister in terms of fame, and could not challenge the military in terms of status.

The first sister turned to Fu Ping'an and said, "Brother, can you tell me about it and let me give priority, and everyone will also benefit from you."

Fu Ping'an said: "I said it is useful?"

The first sister said: "You said you were good at designating. The girl came over and told the captain that there were customers on our flight and asked for priority takeoff."

The flight attendant agreed suddenly: "Okay."

After a while, the flight attendant came back: "The captain requested the tower and obtained approval, and our plane took off first."

The first sister said, "Look, take off first. I won't thank the People's Liberation Army for coming, come, gujiujiujiujiu." She took the lead in applauding, the agent also applauded, and the flight attendant also applauded, and the others had to slap them twice to respond.

The flight took off successfully ten minutes later. The first sister asked Fu Ping'an what he was going to Beijing. The latter shook his head ignorantly and said that he had received a call to Beijing and was not sure about the specific task.

"What else can I do? The August 1st Party." said the first sister, "No, the August 1st Party is recorded and broadcasted a few days ago. Some of my friends participated. You should be participating in a higher-level celebration."

Fu Ping'an was confused and ignorant. The first sister asked him how he protected the fisherman kelp. Of course, he couldn't continue talking about this topic. Fortunately, the first sister soon became sleepy and fell asleep after yawning.

When the flight arrived at the Capital Airport, the first sister warmly invited Fu Ping'an to take a seat at her home, but it was destined not to succeed because the military pick-up arrived. Guiru, sister, still had to leave the station with other passengers, while Fu Ping'an took the VIP channel to leave the airport.

Fu Ping'an was taken to the West Jing Hotel by a military vehicle. This was the military guesthouse. There were army soldiers with guns standing guard at the door. The tradition of two thermos bottles was still retained in the room. Only then did he know his mission to come to Beijing and participate in the ceremony of replacing the hero and model medals.

The country has paid more attention to the treatment of heroes and models, and has redesigned and manufactured medals of heroes and models. The size is larger than before, reaching 70 mm, and is made of pure steel and gold-plated. The medals awarded before must be replaced with new ones. Fu Ping'an came to Beijing as a representative to award medals. Given his great merits and a disabled person, he has the treatment of business seats and first-class cabins. Generally speaking, only generals can enjoy these.

The ceremony was held at the Ministry of National Defense Building. This ceremony was not as grand as last time. It was chaired by the head of the General Political Department. Fu Ping'an and other comrades received the new medal of heroes and models. After the ceremony, he was asked to stay in Beijing and wait for subsequent tasks.

In the lobby of Jingxi Hotel, Fu Ping'an was sitting quietly on the sofa. A lieutenant colonel officer walked up to him and asked, "Is it the reserve sergeant Fu Ping'an?"

Fu Ping'an stood attentively and saluted: "Hello, Chief, I am Fu Ping'an."

The lieutenant colonel stretched out his hand: "Hello, my surname is Ye, Ye Ming, I'm responsible for your follow-up reception. Get your luggage and follow me."

When Fu Ping'an shook hands with Lieutenant Colonel, he paid attention to his armband, and was from the General Equipment Department.

Lieutenant Colonel took Fu Ping'an to a military-label Audi, drove east along Chang'an Street, and chatted with him on the way, asking him if he didn't come to Beijing often.

Fu Ping'an shook his head. The last time he went to Beijing, he was awarded a medal. After that, he returned to the garrison area.

The lieutenant colonel turned his head and looked at the soldier. The young sergeant had a calmness that was inconsistent with his peers. He was a hero who had experienced the test of war.

"How do you want to play? I'll implement it." said the lieutenant colonel.

Fu Ping'an's eyes flew across Tiananmen Gate, the Great Hall of the People, the five-star red flag was flying, and there were crowds of tourists in the square. He said, "I want to see the flag raising."

"Okay, arrange it now."

The Audi car finally parked in front of a courtyard close to the Forbidden City. The old courtyard was renovated and replaced with a large black iron gate. The car could drive in. The courtyard was quiet and the orderly staff were also taking care of their daily life. Fu Ping'an did not understand the housing prices in Beijing, but he could also imagine that this house was much more advanced than the Jingxi Hotel or any other high-end hotel, and it was a treatment that could not be bought even if it was paid.

The lieutenant colonel was busy with official duties and left first. The orderly soldier Xiao Li was responsible for the reception work. This young soldier was two years younger than Fu Ping'an. He was from Shandong and was loyal and diligent. He chatted with Fu Ping'an and showed off his military journey. Their hometown has provided special troops for Beijing for decades. The young man was taken to Beijing by cadres who received the troops before graduating from high school. After military training, he was assigned to various units. He was lucky enough to enter the sea, and almost could work in the Great Hall of the People.

"If I am not as strong as my strength, I can only work at the head's house." Xiao Li said happily, "but it's much easier."

Fu Ping'an said that I had also worked as a civil servant with the leader, and the distance between the two people suddenly became closer. Xiao Li was about the same figure as him. He took a set of casual clothes to change into him and took him out to visit the Forbidden City. Fu Ping'an asked Xiao Li, whose house was and what was his relationship with Ye Ming. Xiao Li said that this was the residence allocated to our old leader by the central government. The leader is now hospitalized in 301, and Ye Ming is our leader's grandson.

"Is this a private reception?" Fu Ping'an was puzzled.

"No, these people are unable to separate public and private affairs. Even their lives belong to the state, so there is no private matter." Xiao Li added with a proud look, "It is hard for Xu Qing to be a country, no matter how difficult it is to be Xu Qing. Ye Ming has not been married yet. He is too busy to find a wife."

Although Ye Ming was busy, he still did not forget Fu Ping'an. During dinner time, he sent someone to take Fu Ping'an to a large villa near Xiangshan. There were guests here, and familiar faces on the TV were shaking in front of him. Ye Ming changed into casual clothes and took Fu Ping'an around with a glass of champagne in his hand. Fu Ping'an was dazzled and couldn't help asking: "How much does it cost to have so many stars? Our Huaimen held a music festival and the stars invited at the cost of the eldest son are not as much as half of them."

"Can the rich local government hold a meeting and the powerful families in the capital hold a meeting, is it the same?" Ye Ming showed a little disdain.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "Little Fu, such a coincidence!"

Looking back, it turned out to be the first sister. The two met again on this occasion, which gave the first sister a new understanding of Fu Ping'an's identity. This younger brother is indeed not simple.

Fu Ping'an had a natural repulsion to this kind of wealthy life. He did not like these. Ye Ming keenly noticed it and took him away first. He went to Sanlitun and went for a casual walk. He went back to rest early and had to get up early to watch the flag raising the next day.

The flag-raising ceremony of Tiananmen Square is visited by countless people from all over the country. They gather around the square at three or four o'clock in the morning, squeezed into the underground passage, waiting for the sunrise.

The time for raising the flag is not fixed, it comes from the sunrise every day. Ye Ming has great magical powers and helps Fu Ping'an get the best position. He hangs a camera and follows the flag-raising guard. He follows the whole process without any dead ends. When the national flag guard came out of the Jinshui Bridge, the boots were clanging and the bayonets shining. He couldn't help but cry. It would be great if his comrades were all there. This is the motherland we defend with our lives. Looking at the bustling crowd outside the railings in the distance, they enjoy the peace. Have they ever known that some people paid the price of their lives for it?

After the flag-raising ceremony, Fu Ping'an received a special gift, a box of rosewood, with the golden letters on it "National Flag of the People's Republic of China" opened. The golden silk inside set off, with red words written: The special flag for the national flag-raising ceremony of Tiananmen Square, 5 meters long and 3.3 meters wide.

There was a stacked national flag in the box, with a number and date. Fu Ping'an noticed that the date was August 15 last year, which was the day when he and his comrades fought on the 374 Island.

Ye Ming told him that the national flags flying every day on the flagpole of Tiananmen Square are brand new, and a five-star red flag is only hung for one day. After lowering the flag, it is folded, and the date and number are written, and it is given as a valuable gift to heavyweights.

"This national flag has been given away, and I have obtained it." Ye Ming said, "This flag should belong to all the soldiers of the 9th Company of the Third Regiment of the Guard Area, belong to Huang Yaowu, belong to Pan Xing, belong to Gao Xiaobo, belong to Zhu Mengjun, belong to you."

Fu Ping'an's nose felt sore, and it turned out that someone remembered them.
Chapter completed!