Siheyuan: Happy life of the son-in-law of a founding general

Although Mr. Meng was a little surprised, he also felt a little excited about this sudden turn of events.

He understood that this was not only a sideways advance on the Tsukishima issue, but also an excellent opportunity to enhance the feelings between the two places and establish common goals.

So, the group took quick action to prepare for this extraordinary journey.

Soon, after the two sides communicated, three of the five warships led by Wang Zhiyong of Daxia followed to Xiangjiang. Yuedao also sent three warships to form a joint fleet, carrying Mr. Meng, Wang Zhian, and Mr. Hong of Yuedao to take a look at Xiangdao.

Of course, this matter is very big and involves many aspects. Mr. Meng contacted and reported to Mr. Gao immediately. Mr. Gao seemed very excited and immediately held a meeting with other gentlemen.

An hour later, the meeting ended and Wang Zhian's proposal was agreed.

Therefore, the inland of Daxia and Tsukishima formed a joint fleet and went to Xiangdao together.

At this time, Hong Kong has already returned. Mr. Meng even went to Hong Kong in person to announce the smooth return of Hong Kong.

There are also a large number of Daxia troops on Xiangdao Island.

These garrisons received orders from above to welcome Tsukishima's fleet.

As for Tsukishima, it is not far from Xiangdao, about 800 kilometers away.

The warship's speed is more than 20 kilometers per hour, so it doesn't take 40 hours to travel from Yuedao to Xiangdao.

Joint fleet.

The warship started slowly in the dim light of morning. The sea breeze, with a faint salty smell, gently blew across the deck. Seagulls followed the fleet's track, making a few crisp chirps from time to time.

Wang Zhian stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the outline of Tsukishima gradually disappearing into the distance, with an indescribable sense of pride welling up in his heart.

He turned to Mr. Hong beside him and said, "Mr. Hong, I believe this trip to Hong Kong will bring our hearts closer together. Every inch of Daxia is worthy of our pride and protection."

Mr. Hong nodded, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions. "Indeed, I never thought I would have such an opportunity to witness the changes of Hong Kong Island with my own eyes."

Life on the warship is busy and orderly. Sailors are busy shuttling back and forth on the deck, and commands and replies are heard from time to time, demonstrating the professionalism and discipline of the Daxia Navy.

Mr. Meng also stood on the deck, occasionally looking up at the rolling waves outside the window, feeling that he was making history.

Of course, Mr. Meng has been making history for decades.

The day passes slowly, night falls, day again, and then night.

The fleet slowly approached Xiangdao.

From a distance, Hong Kong Island looks dim, but in fact, it is brightly lit, like a bright pearl inlaid between the sea and the sky, showing the prosperity and tranquility of Hong Kong Island.

Soon, the horn began to sound at the port of Xiangdao.

New warships came out to provide escort.

When the warship finally docked at the port of Hong Kong Island and everyone stepped onto the land that had been lost and recovered, a sense of national pride arose spontaneously, and Mr. Hong and others could not help but have tears in their eyes.

A grand welcome ceremony was held on the Hong Kong side.

This time, Mr. Meng became the master. Previously in Yuedao, Mr. Hong was the master.

But in fact, everyone hopes that each other will become the master. This is the land of Daxia, and we are all the children of Daxia.

Looking at the mighty troops stationed in Xiangjiang, many gentlemen from Tsukishima felt that they really couldn't defeat Daxia now.

Our military equipment was ahead before, but now it seems that our equipment is far behind, and so is our fighting will.

Previously, the international community said that Daxia's military strength was the best in the world. Now it seems that there is some truth to it.

Many gentlemen looked at Wang Zhian who was not far away from them, and they all knew that this person had made a huge contribution to the cause.

After the welcoming ceremony, Mr. Hong and his companions took a short break and had dinner. It was really hard to sit on the boat for more than 40 hours.

After resting for a while, Mr. Hong and others decided to take a look at the streets of Hong Kong Island.

What they saw was the prosperity and vitality after the reconstruction, a perfect fusion of history and modernity. There were shops everywhere, people were bustling, children were playing on the street corners, and everything seemed so harmonious and full of vitality.

At the same time, some people also asked the citizens of Hong Kong.

These people are full of great pride. The general idea is that Xiangdao has finally returned to the embrace of the motherland of Daxia, and they can live with more dignity and security.

Mr. Hong and his companions strolled in the dim lights of Hong Kong Island at night, and every step they took was a symphony of history and the future. The fatigue accumulated from the long journey seemed to be quietly melted away by this vitality at this moment.

Mr. Hong and others continued walking forward and passed a square where a group of children were gathered around an old man. The old man was holding a fan and telling the historical story of Hong Kong Island in a vivid way.

The children listened attentively, occasionally bursting into laughter, and their innocent joy infected every corner around them.

Mr. Hong couldn't help but stop. Wang Zhian explained in a low voice, "This is what I asked for. I hope our children will know the story of Xiangdao from an early age, love Daxia more, and be more willing to be proud of Daxia and fight for it."

Mr. Hong nodded, looked at one of the children, and asked, "Children, do you think that after the return of Hong Kong Island, will it become more powerful and more beautiful?"

These children looked at the dozen or so elderly people asking themselves questions, feeling a little shy.

Only one of them nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhian walked over and asked, "Little friend, you said that Hong Kong is returning. What does returning mean?"

None of the children could answer this question.

Only the old man looked at Wang Zhian, Mr. Meng, Mr. Hong and others, and gently stroked the child's head: "Return, it means that our Hong Kong Island is like a child who has been lost for a long time, and finally found his home and returned to the embrace of the motherland. From now on, we can live here more proudly and safely."

These words made all the children listen carefully.

At this time, Wang Zhian suddenly said, "Children, I will teach you a song."

"Although I am wearing Western clothes, my heart is still that of Daxia. My ancestors have already branded everything I have with the seal of Daxia..."

Although Wang Zhian's voice is average, his voice is expressive and the children were all very attentive and soon sang along.

After Wang Zhian finished singing, Mr. Hong suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhian, what is the name of your song?"

"My Great Summer Heart."

"Good, good, good!" Mr. Hong couldn't help but applaud. He then asked Wang Zhian who wrote the song, who wrote the lyrics, and who composed the music.

"Mr. Hong, I wrote the lyrics and composed the music for this song, My Great Summer Heart. I plan to use it as the island song of Hong Kong." (This is a song by Mr. James Wong, I borrowed it.)

"The island song of Xiangdao?"

"Yes, Mr. Hong. Xiangdao has been gone for too long, and many young people may have a vague memory of him. I am worried that Yuedao is like this, and it may be like this. So, I am looking forward to Mr. Hong's initiative to return."

"..." Mr. Hong. (In another time and space, this proposal did exist, and it was said that an agreement was almost reached.)