Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

On October 1st, Shen Yutong bought a train ticket for noon and went back to her hometown of Chaoshan.

Zhang Wei and Li Mo both bought afternoon train tickets to return to Northeast China, since October 1st is a short holiday.

It was 4:30 a.m., and it was still dark.

Lin Feng was woken up by his phone vibrating; it was Liu Chengcheng calling. He answered groggily, and a loud, energetic shout came through:

"Get up! Time to watch the flag raising!"

Lin Feng tossed his phone aside, stretched, and got up to wash.

The four of them met in the parking lot, put their luggage and military training supplies into the trunk, and drove towards Tiananmen Square.

At this time of day, there is not a single person on the streets of Huanan, but at this time of day in Beijing, there are already quite a few cars on the streets, and breakfast stalls have been set up, with the orange light of the streetlights shining on the road.

Liu Chengcheng was eating cookies in the back seat, Song Yan was applying sunscreen in front of a small mirror, and Liu Jiaqi was staring blankly out the car window.

Lin Feng glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a smile playing on his lips.

It has to be said that women are the best gift God has given to men, especially beautiful women; just looking at them makes one happy.

He still remembered that in his previous life, a reporter interviewed a centenarian and asked him what the secret to his longevity was.

Old Deng said his secret was to look at beautiful women every day, not for any other reason than to enjoy the sight and feel good.

Around 5 PM, we arrived at the parking lot near Tiananmen Square. We still had to walk two kilometers, and by then the square was already packed with people.

Accents from all over the country mingled together, children rode on adults' shoulders, the elderly leaned on canes, and young people held up their mobile phones.

Even on tiptoe, Liu Chengcheng couldn't see anything; all she could see were heads. Frustrated, she jumped up and down, yelling, "I can't see anything!"

Lin Feng squatted down: "Get on."

Without a word, Liu Chengcheng climbed up and rode on his shoulders. Her view suddenly opened up, and she excitedly patted Lin Feng's head, exclaiming, "I see it! I see it! The flagpole is over there!"

Lin Feng covered his head: "Hey? Don't hit my head so hard! Are you using it as a hand drum?"

Liu Chengcheng quickly rubbed his head: "I was too excited, I didn't mean to, let me rub it for you."

Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi stood on either side of Lin Feng, squeezed into the crowd to wait for the flag-raising ceremony.

At 6:10 a.m., as dawn broke, Tiananmen Square was solemn and quiet.

The resounding and powerful "March of the Volunteers" suddenly echoed throughout the square, the majestic national anthem reverberating between heaven and earth.

The entire venue fell silent, and everyone sang along. Liu Chengcheng sang while riding on Lin Feng's shoulders, and no one laughed even though she sang off-key.

With firm and orderly steps and upright posture, the national flag guard broke the morning's tranquility as they walked step by step toward the flagpole.

The bright red five-star flag, facing the morning breeze and accompanied by the national anthem, slowly rises along the flagpole.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers stood in solemn silence, and all people looked up in awe and fervor. This power of unity struck the hearts of all.

Song Yan's eyes reddened, and Liu Jiaqi pursed her lips.

After the flag-raising ceremony, Liu Chengcheng climbed off Lin Feng's neck and patted his hair: "You've worked hard, my dear son."

Lin Feng glared at him, "Hey! Stop yelling!"

Liu Chengcheng tilted her head, "Why can Liu Jiaqi call him that, but I can't? I'll call him that, 'Good boy, good boy...'"

Lin Feng slapped Liu Chengcheng's pert bottom.

Liu Chengcheng ran while shouting, "Son hit his mother! You unfilial son, I won't give you any milk tonight!"

Lin Feng had originally intended to pursue her, but upon hearing her shout, he quickly lowered his head and pretended not to know her.

This crazy girl is really too much to handle.

Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi laughed heartily on the side.

The people in the square began to disperse.

Liu Chengcheng started marching again, swinging her arms high, and kicked an old man in front of her in the calf.

The old man, leaning on his cane, turned to look at her, his face a mass of wrinkles: "Young lady, this is the only good leg I have left. You're not planning to let me leave Beijing standing up, are you?"

Liu Chengcheng blushed and bowed in apology, while Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Around 9 a.m., at the Forbidden City.

Even after entering through the Meridian Gate, there were still many people.

Liu Chengcheng could only walk for an hour before she was too tired to go any further. She squatted in the shade and refused to get up, saying, "I'm not walking anymore, my legs are broken."

Lin Feng squatted down helplessly, and Liu Chengcheng climbed on top of him with a smile. Lin Feng carried her on his back.

Liu Jiaqi held her camera and took pictures everywhere, including the red walls and golden tiles, the mythical beasts on the eaves, and Lin Feng carrying Liu Chengcheng on his back.

Song Yan walked over to Lin Feng and fanned him with a brochure, asking, "Aren't you hot?"

Lin Feng gave her a loving look: "It's alright, not hot."

Liu Chengcheng leaned against his back: "I'm hot, fan me."

Song Yan glared at her: "You won't be hot if you walk by yourself."

Liu Chengcheng turned her head away: "Then I'd better stay warm."

They didn't come out until after 3 p.m. and returned to Gaobeidian.

When I got home, I was so exhausted that I collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move.

Song Yan said, "Let's take a shower."

No one moved.

Raymond Lam asked, "Shall we shower together?"

The three women looked at Lin Feng in shock. Liu Jiaqi spoke first: "You've been walking all day, and you still have this energy? Aren't you tired?"

Liu Chengcheng pouted: "Let me tell you, Lin Feng, we're all exhausted today, so don't even think about getting us."

After saying that, she turned over face down and was snoring in less than ten seconds.

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, then went to take a shower.

When he came out, Song Yan and Liu Jiaqi were also asleep. The three of them were lying haphazardly, looking like they had lost a battle.

He took out his phone and snapped a photo to remember the occasion.

Then he squeezed in too. He thought to himself that he would need to get another bed so that the two double beds could be put together for more space.

October 2nd, 8:00 AM, Summer Palace.

There were people rowing boats on Kunming Lake, some pedal boats; four people rented one.

Liu Chengcheng pedaled the fastest, making the boat spin in circles. Song Yan shouted, "Slow down, don't capsize it!"

Liu Chengcheng laughed loudly, "Hahaha... I can't flip it, I'm speeding it up."

Liu Jiaqi sat at the stern of the boat, dipped her feet into the cool water, and grinned.

Lin Feng was at the helm, and the lake breeze, carrying moisture, blew away all his drowsiness.

I had zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste) nearby for lunch. The noodles were chewy and the sauce was very flavorful.

Liu Chengcheng ate two bowls. "This is a hundred times tastier than the food in our school cafeteria."

Song Yan said, "You must be a reincarnated starving ghost."

Liu Chengcheng said confidently, "I'm not a starving ghost, I'm a reincarnated glutton."

Liu Jiaqi said enviously, "It's strange, Chengcheng can eat so much, yet she's so thin. She never gains weight no matter how much she eats. That's amazing."

Song Yan complained, "She gets a lot of exercise too! Do you see her idle for even a minute every day?"

Liu Chengcheng said, "I'm just naturally beautiful."

Liu Jiaqi nodded, her tone flat:

"I just can't do that. When I eat too much, my chest and butt get fat, but my legs and waist don't gain any weight. It's so annoying."

Song Yan and Liu Chengcheng both looked at Liu Jiaqi at the same time, their lips twitching, and they both cursed inwardly, "That bitch!"

Afternoon, 798 Art District.

In 2006, when 798 first became popular, galleries, design studios, and cafes were set up in old factory buildings, with graffiti on the walls and exposed pipes. Art youths dressed in outlandish clothes smoked and chatted on the streets.

Liu Chengcheng posed for a photo in front of a graffiti wall, striking a cool pose.

Liu Jiaqi saw an oil painting in a gallery. She stood there for a long time. It depicted a red flower blooming in a gray city.

Song Yan bought four bracelets from a handicraft stall, one for each of them. They were made of black rope and strung with a red agate.

Raymond Lam saved the photos of the four of them on his phone, planning to print them out and frame them later.