After experiencing a "flag-raising baptism", Aqiang was eager to complete his work and return to Hong Kong Island.

Over the years, all the information Aqiang has come into contact with is paranoid and demonized.

At this moment, when he looked at the people around him, he always felt that they were all the crazy red believers in the legend.

So during the entire process of raising the national flag, Aqiang pretended to be mute, for fear that others would find out that he was a "lack dog of XXism", and then he covered him with red eyes like a tide, and his little arms and legs could not resist it.

But when everyone was afraid of anything, when they saw the national flag raising and Zou Zhiguo was going to take Aqiang to have breakfast, everyone around them looked at Aqiang. The collective attention of Aqiang frightened Aqiang.

Aqiang was also a hero who waved the watermelon knife in Causeway Bay, but now he grabbed Zou Zhiguo's arm and felt as pitiful as a kindergarten child snuggling with the teacher.

He really didn't understand. He was all black-haired and yellow-skinned. He didn't say a word and didn't look around. Why was he "discovered" by someone?

Just when Aqiang was anxious, an elderly man next to him with white hair asked Zou Zhiguo: "Is this a foreign guest? A Fusang native? Or a Koryo?"

The dull and arrogant Zou Zhiguodao: "He is not a foreign guest, he is a compatriot from Hong Kong Island. Don't look at him like this, as it will scare him."

""

“Hahahahaha~”

The square was quiet first, and then burst into laughter.

"Is he a compatriot from Hong Kong Island! Then what is he afraid of?"

"That's right! They're all family, don't be afraid."

""

The old man who was just talking patted Aqiang on the shoulder and said, "Look at you holding your luggage, you just got off the train and haven't eaten yet, right? I know there is a good breakfast shop. Let's take you there."

"No, we can do it ourselves."

"What's the point? How can I not invite a meal when I've arrived at my own house? Let's take a walk."

The old man reached out and picked up Aqiang's luggage, opening the way in front of him.

Aqiang was so confused that he was pulled away from the flag-raising square.

Only then did he ask Zou Zhiguo carefully: "How did they recognize me differently?"

Zou Zhiguo said depressedly: "Because your clothes are different from others."

""

Aqiang was stunned and noticed that the fashionable sportswear on his body and the new Nike on his feet were incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Since Pei Wencong became successful, Aqiang's quality of life has risen sharply. He is a bachelor who can't spend 3,000 Hong Kong dollars a month, and he can't spend it at all. Naturally, he is full of fashion brands.

It's okay when it's dark, but it's already dawn, which looks very eye-catching among the crowd.

"Then why are they so enthusiastic all of a sudden?"

What Aqiang felt most deeply was the change in attitudes towards him by the people around him.

When everyone first looked at him, it seemed like they were watching the "monster", but after laughing behind him, it suddenly became different. He had never felt the enthusiasm from the bottom of his heart.

Zou Zhiguo still said depressedly: "Because I am not a foreign guest, a compatriot, and a person."

"Owner?"

Aqiang was a little doubtful. He was not sure if he was "his own person". But when he was on the street, if a boss wanted to "protect" you, if you were ignorant of politeness, hehe.

[Forget it, Hong Kong British did not treat me as his own person anyway.]

After entering the breakfast shop, the old man's loud voice rang out.

"This is a compatriot from Hong Kong Island. As soon as I got off the train, I went to the square to watch the flag-raising. I haven't eaten yet."

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"Come on, come on, sit here."

"What do you want to eat? I'll treat you!"

"You try my first, it's hot just out of the pot."

Aqiang experienced that brief tranquility again, and then suffered "epic" warm treatment.

The best seats were given out.

Before the waiter in the store greeted me, all the meals were piled on the table and all the same.

The person in charge of the breakfast shop was present and came out directly to ask Aqiang what special requirements he had.

Aqiang was completely confused.

He had no idea that he was just a little punk who was not loved by his grandmother in Hong Kong and his uncle. How could He De be treated like this?

Because Aqiang had no idea what raising the national flag meant in the eyes of the Chinese.

A wanderer who came back from Hong Kong Island had just got off the train and didn't have time to rest and went to see the flag-raising before he had time to eat. What kind of behavior is this?

"Eat it! How about it taste?"

Many people were smiling and watching Aqiang, which made Aqiang very uncomfortable.

The eating habits in the north are salty, and Aqiang is not used to it, but he ate it silently and tasted indescribable warmth in the salty and astringent taste.

Aqiang didn't remember which year it seemed that it was the second or third year after he left the welfare home. A big brother gave him warmth, took him to dinner, dance, and chopped people.

Aqiang thought that was the warmth of relatives mentioned in the book.

But suddenly one day, the elder brother asked him to take on a disaster and he would have to squat in the bitter kiln for at least five years.

Just when Aqiang gritted his teeth and was about to take the blame for his loyalty, he met Pei Wencong and became what he is now.

Pei Wencong is a good person, but he is very stingy. After the big brother's affairs, Aqiang became generous and thought that this is a world where people cannibalize people, so how can there be warmth?

But at this moment, when he faced the eyes of many people around him, he always felt that this was a different world.

"Ahem cough ~"

Maybe it was because he was thinking about things, or maybe it was because of enthusiasm that Aqiang suddenly choked and kept coughing.

A seven or eight-year-old girl next to Aqiang quickly brought him his millet porridge.

"Uncle, I didn't stick out my mouth when you drink this bowl."

Aqiang was choking and took it and drank it. He finally swallowed the food in his throat.

At this time, the little girl, under the instigation of her family, said something timidly.

"Uncle, welcome you home!"

A Qiang: ""

Although the little girl's expression was not so natural, a little stiff and a little timid, her careful eyes completely broke Aqiang's defense.

"Have I gone home?"

“I don’t have a home.”

How can a child who grew up in a welfare dean have a home?

Aqiang is not a scheming person, otherwise he would not have even argued with his boss Pei Wencong. When he was excited, tears from the corners of his eyes instantly slid.

"What's wrong with this?"

"What did he just say?"

Because Aqiang spoke Cantonese, no one around understood it, but when he saw that he had made the person cry, the people around him immediately became nervous.

Zou Zhiguo had no choice but to say: "He said he had no home. In fact, everyone should not be too enthusiastic. He may not be able to adapt to it when he first came to the mainland."

Aqiang's report information to the mainland was "orphan", so Zou Zhiguo was aware of it, but because he was concerned about his personal feelings, he did not explain much to everyone.

The white-haired old man quickly greeted: "Everyone let me give in, don't scare the child."

The people around quickly stood up and made a big place for Aqiang.

The little girl, who was seven or eight years old, thought she had made Aqiang cry, and she pursed her lips and shrank her eyes to her family. Tears of grievance were almost coming out.

After a while, Aqiang wiped away his tears, stood up and bowed to the people around him, and said in very unstandard Mandarin: "I'm sorry, thank you everyone. It's my own reason that everyone misunderstood."

"What a misunderstanding? You eat first and eat full first."

"I'm full."

Aqiang searched his luggage left and right, opened one of the bags, and took out a walkman from it.

He walked to the little girl, squatted down and handed her the Walkman.

"Thank you little sister, this is a gift from your uncle."

"I can't want it."

The little girl was obviously a little panicked and hurriedly hid behind her family.

The little girl's mother also quickly pushed her back and said, "No, no, no, this cannot be accepted, please don't be so polite."

Aqiang was a little embarrassed, but he insisted: "Since you are going home, you have to bring some gifts to your family."

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To be continued...