On July 28, the Los Angeles Olympic Games will be held as scheduled.
“This Spielberg is quite good at building momentum.”
In the public rest area of the hotel lobby, Fang Yan crossed his legs and flipped through the latest San Francisco Times.
With the Olympic Games focusing on "love and peace", "Saving Private Ryan" was promoted in disguise. The subtitle clearly read:
"May the world have no war and eternal peace."
"Brother, brother!"
Fang Yan, Gong Cie and others, wearing casual short-sleeved trousers and sun hats, walked out of the elevator together.
"Don't worry, check again. Are all the things due?" Fang Yan smiled.
“It’s all here, binoculars, mineral water, snacks...”
Gong Qie opened the zipper of the bag, “There is also a five-star red flag.”
"Then let's go!"
As soon as he said these words, Fang Yan led Mike, Pan Yaoming, Bai Ruoxue and other people to the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum.
There are 16 ticket gates at the entrance, and there are long queues at each ticket gate. Audiences from all over the world gather here.
Although the current public security in America is not so bad that you can buy goods for zero dollars, there are still many people guarding their bags carefully.
After all, not stealing is not France, not robbing is not seeking profit, stealing and robbing England is not America.
Fang Yan looked around and could not find Nie Hualing or others in the crowd. Instead, he saw many Chinese and overseas Chinese waving red flags in groups. They were obviously organized chambers of commerce and other groups. They were probably all targeting China. The Olympic delegation is here.
After a while, people entered the venue one after another.
Following the guidance provided by the volunteers, everyone found their seats and sat down.
Gong Qie looked around and couldn't help but sigh: "When can we also host the Olympic Games?"
Fang Yan said: "Sooner or later it will be our turn to host the Olympics. Maybe we will ask for it in the future. How many more times will China hold?”
Bai Ruoxue, Li Zhi and others looked at each other and smiled, thinking that Teacher Fang was telling a joke.
Fang Yan vowed: "If it is left to us, we will do it better than them!"
"That's needless to say!"
When Fang Yan thought of the glorious atmosphere of the Yanjing Olympics, "If we host it, don't say Unprecedented, or at least unprecedented. If there will never be another Olympic Games that can compete with us in the future, the only one who can surpass us is ourselves.”
These words made even Gong, who trusted him the most. Both Qiu and Xiaomei couldn't help but look dubious. How many dishes, how many drinks?
Dialect didn’t explain too much. He looked through the binoculars and said, “It’s better to be in the underworld.”
Although there is nothing amazing, it is neither like the Tokyo Olympics, Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, nor Paris. The Olympic Games is full of demons.
Of course, the 2028 America Olympics may cause a bigger joke.
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One program after another was performed, and finally it was the turn of the theme song of the Los Angeles Olympics.
Right on the stage in the center of the stadium, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra played the movement of the "Olympic Horn and Theme".
After the song was played, delegations from different countries and regions came out with bursts of applause.
“Coming! Coming!”
Following the direction of Fang Yan’s finger, Fang Yan looked while waving the red flag.
When the Chinese delegation came on stage, the entire opening ceremony venue was filled with excitement, and the audience stood up and applauded.
Fang Yan put her hands on her hips and raised her chin, "That's the dress designed by my sister and brother-in-law!"
"You, you, you, I don't know how many times I have said it."
Gong As he said this, the smile that couldn't help but rise at the corners of his mouth revealed his heart, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.
Fang Yan stuck out her tongue, "I wonder if mom, sister, and brother-in-law are watching TV now?"
At the same time, in Nanluogu Lane in Yanjing.
The courtyard was crowded with people.
I saw the neighbors and neighbors, one by one, they had moved benches and garrisons to grab seats. There was really no place to sit, so they either stood or squatted, and some even climbed up the walls and roofs. above, a pair of eyes staring straight at the color TV.
Even if you can’t see the picture clearly, just listen to the sound. What we want is this kind of atmosphere of watching the game together!
Being happy alone is not as good as being happy together.
"Oh, are these clothes really designed by Fang Hong and Yuemin?"
"No, it's guaranteed to be fake!"
"This is so beautiful, so beautiful, Yue Min, do you sell suits like this in your store?”
“Yes, yes, I want one too! When I marry my wife in the future, I will wear this to get married!”
“I’m a brat, I’m only 17, and I’m already clamoring to get married. , I’m so ashamed!”
"Hahaha!"
Amidst the laughter, everyone's faces were filled with bright and excited smiles.
While Yang Xia was happy, she frowned, "I wonder how Yanzi and Xiaoqi are doing?"
"Mom, don't worry about them. They must be fine. ..."
Before Fang Hong finished speaking, Han Yuemin suddenly stood up. The faces of Fang Yan, Gong Jie and others seemed to appear in the picture just now.
"Really or not!"
"Where is it? Where is it!"
"Just a few seconds, and it has long disappeared."
In an instant , the pot exploded, and everyone was talking and talking.
"It's okay, it's okay, there's a video here." Han Yuemin said, "Just play back the tape and you'll be able to find it."
Yang Xia looked straight at the TV and saw the Chinese delegation marching neatly into the venue.
The accompaniment played on the spot was actually "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention". This was actually the good intentions of the Olympic Organizing Committee.
When the Huaxia Treasure Island delegation entered the venue, the accompaniment music was still "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention".
Fang Yan and others were curious, "Brother, why is this happening?"
"This is intentional to allow athletes from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to enter the venue to the sound of the same music."
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Fang Yan explained briefly.
The familiar "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" originated from the Prussian military song "Kaiser Wilhelm's Drill Song".
Earlier during the training of the new army in the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Zhidong, the governor of Huguang, used this song to fill in the lyrics as a formation song. During the Republic of China, the armies of various factions of the Beiyang warlords and the National Revolutionary Army used this song to fill in the new army. The lyrics became military songs, such as "Military Song of the National Revolutionary Army".
Even in the later Eighth Route Army and People's Liberation Army, this tune was still widely used.
“It seems that the organizing committee of this Olympic Games has taken great pains.”
Gong Zhen said with emotion.
Fang Yan looked left and right, "Then how many medals can we get this time?"
"10?"
Li Zhi He stretched out a finger unconfidently. After all, so far, China's medal commemoration has always been "0".
“Not just.” Bai Ruoxue held out two fingers, “I think at least 20!”
Fang Yan shook her head repeatedly: "Less, too little!"
Gong Cie and Fang Yan looked at each other, and then asked: "Tell me, Yanzi, how many do you think you can get?"
“I can get 30 no matter what!” Fang Yan clenched her fists and said, “If it’s a gold medal, Just take a third, 10 coins!”
How about we make a bet on who can guess the closer to the final result?
"Yanzi, I support you, get at least 30 pieces." Fang Yan touched her head.
"I guess 40!" Mike said bluntly.
Bai Ruoxue, Fang Yan and others were puzzled. They couldn't tell that you, a foreigner, were still a radical. On the contrary, it seemed that radicals like them were conservative.
Mike said seriously: "I have practiced martial arts in the Yanjing Wushu Team. The athletes from China are really amazing!"
Seeing everyone speaking out their guesses, Gong Xie smiled faintly. , "I hope the more the better. There will be a men's pistol 60-round slow-fire competition tomorrow. I hope we can get off to a good start!" (End of Chapter)