The Founding Ceremony of the People's Republic of China Was Fifty Years Late

In the summer of 2000, the roof of young Lin Hao's home was smashed through. The man was wearing a shabby gray military uniform, and in his pocket was only a certificate for the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China in 1949. He looked confused: "I want to attend the ceremony... Where is this?" "Beijing. 2000." He was stunned for a long time. Then I stared at the map of China on the wall, confirming that Tibet was still there, Taiwan was still there, and the map was complete. He cried and laughed again. "Fifty years... I saw it for my brothers." He turned and walked towards Tiananmen, leaving the young man in a daze. This is not a time travel novel, this is a veteran's journey to realize his dream half a century late. ——If you have ever thought about what would happen to those who fell before dawn when they saw China today, then this story is for you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.