Make the rabbit at the beginning, exposing the deeds of the national soldiers

"call...."

Qin Yu let out a long breath, first gave this video a button three times, and then started to scroll through the comments.

Netizens cherished the memory of the martyrs, expressed their pride, not only angered the reality, but also imagined the future and encouraged each other.

He could even imagine the vivid faces crying or laughing behind these comments.

When netizens cried, he cried too; when netizens laughed, he laughed too.

Laughing and cursing, empathizing with sorrow and joy.

Until he saw the comment [Later, Hefei had Yanqiao Road, Yanqiao Road was short, and Jixian Road was long, but they both ended in prosperous avenues].

The demon wind rises again.

"Depend on...."

"This window is fake, why is it leaking again?!"

Qin Yu's face and hands were wet again.

But this time.

He can't just wipe it with his hands, and then touch his trouser legs, because besides tears and snot...

Under the moonlight.

Qin Yu's bright eyes were slightly red and swollen, but his spirit was very full, sweeping away the tiredness just now.

"It turns out I'm not alone."

"It turns out that everyone is just not very good at expressing themselves in real life."

"So there are so many like-minded comrades."

Qin Yu muttered, tears slipped out again.

"rub...."

Sheet after sheet of paper was pulled out by him.

After a few minutes.

Qin Yu's eyes were not the only ones that were red and swollen, his tall nose was also red and swollen from rubbing the paper. He looked at the paper on the table that was about to bottom out, and cursed at those comments.

"Humph."

"When paper is sacrificed, not a single comment is innocent."

But even though he was scolding.

The corners of his mouth could not stop rising, gradually revealing an aunt-like smile.

Qin Yu was very happy.

I am happy that I am not alone, I am happy that the deeds of my ancestors are still remembered, and I am happy that the main theme in everyone's hearts is the same.

····

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

Only Big Ben behind him was still accompanying Qin Yu.

On the clock face, the calm hour hand watched the cheerful second hand teasing the more mature minute hand, silently.

Two in the morning.

Qin Yu's eyes were already bloodshot due to fatigue, but he still couldn't confirm the candidate for the sixth episode for a long time.

He has an obsession.

We must do our best to make the sixth episode of "Into the Heroes" not weaker than any of the previous five episodes.

This is Qin Yu's confession to himself, to the audience, to his ancestors, and to the heavy history.

to this end.

Qin Yu opened the webpage and continued to search for inspiration.

On the bright computer screen, news headlines of many historical events flashed quickly.

"Above the city wall, he yelled that the people of the Flower Planters have stood up!"

"His laugh shattered the glass of the UN meeting hall."

"Today, we won the right to host the World Expo, which is the first step to be recognized by the world, and also..."

"Remember this day. In 2001, after 44 years of struggle, the national football team qualified for the World Cup finals for the first time. In this country..."

"On October 2003, 10, my country's first manned spacecraft 'Shenzhou V' was successfully launched."

Qin Yu browsed quickly.

One by one, the news clips from that year flashed in his eyes, and the scene seemed to reappear.

"We stand up!!"

A large number of people took to the streets, a scene of national celebration.

"A smile that allows the world to witness the confidence of florist waijiao."

"'God Five' flies into the sky, and the descendants of Yan and Huang officially enter space, taking the first step towards the stars and sea!"

"The plateau railway, a world-class difficult problem, is fully paved today! Let us witness together!"

"The door of my house is always open, waiting for you with open arms..."

Four in the morning.

The moment when the minute hand catches the second hand.

All other voices in Qin Yu's mind seemed to be silenced.

The sudden silence gave him a feeling of tinnitus.

There is only one melody left in the minds of countless Xia people who once closed their eyes.

"....Welcome."