The next day, Chen Zikun went to attend the CPPCC meeting.
Xia Xiaoqing and others took the train to Tianjin and took a special car to Cangzhou to visit relatives.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs without delaying each other.
After Chen Zikun finished the meeting, he went back to his room to take a rest.
He planned to go to Nanyuan Airport in the afternoon to familiarize himself with the aircraft's performance.
Suddenly, several people came into the corridor.
The soldier in charge of the security of the CPPCC led a middle-aged man with oily hair and powdery face over.
It was Li Junqing, an old friend whom I haven’t seen for many years.
Although Bao Qing said that what Xiao Lizi did was not very authentic, Chen Zikun still received him warmly.
Li Junqing was a little reserved, leaning on the sofa with his buttocks, and took out a notebook and pen to record what Chen Zikun was talking about.
"Xiao Li, what are you doing?
Are you taking notes?
Are you recording any inappropriate comments I made?"
Chen Zikun said half-jokingly.
"No, no, no, I am learning the spirit of your speech.
You are now a national leader, and every word you say is very inspiring to us people."
Li Junqing said sincerely.
Chen Zikun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "We have been friends for many years, but I am not polite to you.
I don't have much time at noon, and I have to go to the Air Force for a walk."
Li Junqing stood up immediately: "You still want to go to the Air Force for inspection, so I won't delay.
I will come and visit you when I have time."
Chen Zikun said: "Do you have anything specific to ask me for?
I will consider it if I can."
Li Junqing said: "The main reason is that I haven't seen him for many years and I really miss him.
Secondly, there are some small things.
My organizational problems have not been resolved yet."
"What organizational problem" "I want to join the party."
"Oh" Chen Zikun understood, "If you want to make progress, it's a bit difficult.
I'm still in the Kuomintang, which is the Kuomintang.
If you want to join the Kuomintang, I can still speak to you.
If you want to join the Communist Party, I, a non-party person, can't help you. ” Li Junqing immediately said: "I just said it casually, don't take it seriously, then I'll leave first and I'll come see you again when you are free."
After seeing off Li Junqing, Chen Zikun was about to take a rest when another person came to visit him.
He was a cadre of the Beijing Municipal Military Control Commission, and he was very polite and wanted to take Chen Zikun around the city.
Chen Zikun is very vigilant.
Military control will take him around.
This has several meanings.
The comrade from the Military Control Commission smiled and said, "Go to Shihuma Street and West Chang'an Street."
Chen Zikun understood immediately and got in the car with them.
They came to Lin House on Shihuma Street inside Xuanwumen.
All the residents here had been moved out and cleaned.
The door was painted.
The layout of the house was the same as it was thirty years ago.
Same.
A member of the Military Control Commission said: "This was originally the property of General Chen.
Later, when the world was in chaos, some people moved in.
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After receiving instructions from our superiors, our Military Control Commission cleaned up the yard in the shortest possible time."
Chen Zikun said: "Have the residents been properly resettled?
We can't just evict them just because they are my family's property."
"Don't worry, General Chen.
All residents have been assigned new houses.
There are no other houses in Beiping City.
There are still quite a lot of empty houses."
Then we came to the Yao Mansion near the Zhaojia Building on West Chang'an Street.
A certain unit that originally worked here has also moved out.
The small foreign-style building has returned to its old appearance and is ready for move-in at any time.
Chen Zikun walked into the small building.
The floor was waxed and smooth.
The furniture was still the fine mahogany furniture bought by Deputy Chief Yao back then.
The curtains were newly replaced.
The autumn wind blew and the curtains shook.
Young Yao Yilei's silver bell seemed to ring in his ears. like laughter.
"This small building is the property of Mr.
Yao Qizhen.
He is not in the country, so you can take it over."
The Military Control Commission officer presented the property ownership document, and Chen Zikun signed it on his behalf.
Xia Xiaoqing and his party came to the countryside of Cangxian County.
Yan Jinan asked the younger members of the family to kill pigs and sheep to make dumplings to entertain relatives from afar.
During the dinner, they talked about their experiences over the years.
Yan Jinan was filled with emotion and said that he did not expect the Communist Party to end.
Take over the world.
"Zhang Jinpeng from Xiaozhangzhuang has become the deputy county magistrate, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me."
Yan Jinan picked up a glass of wine with one arm, "We defended our country and fought against Japan, and there are still three shrapnel wounds on our body."
Take it out."
A child from the village shouted: "Uncle Yan, you still have a medal, the boss has a gold medal."
Yan Jinan had a straight face: "What are you looking at?
What kind of medal?
I threw it away a long time ago."
He turned to Xia Xiaoqing and said, "In the early years, I changed this arm to a Qingtian Bairi seal.
Now I don't dare to show it off.
After all, the dynasty has changed.
I can't be careful."
When Xia Xiaoqing asked about the land reform, Yan Jinan said: "Our family is not a big family to begin with.
I have sold several acres of land to buy guns and bullets.
My family is very poor and has no money.
Don't worry, eldest sister. , the revolution cannot be brought to my head.”
The one-armed cousin drank from a big bowl boldly, but Xia Xiaoqing felt unspeakably sad in her heart.
After paying homage to the souls of his parents, Xia Xiaoqing ended his trip to Cangzhou and went back and forth for half a month.
When he returned to Peiping, the CPPCC meeting had already finished and everything that needed to be decided was finalized.
Chen Zikun told them that the name of the new country was the People's Republic of China.
It adopted the AD calendar, made Peiping its capital, and renamed it Beijing.
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Its national flag was a five-star flag with a red background, one big star surrounded by four small stars.
The date of the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China is set for October 1, when party and state leaders will board the Tiananmen Gate Tower, review the three armed forces, and declare the founding of the country.
The youngest daughter Chen Jiao asked: "Dad, can you stand on the Tiananmen Tower?"
Chen Zikun thought for a moment and replied: "I should be qualified."
Chen Jiao said: "Then can you take me with you?"
The adults all laughed.
Chen Zikun touched his daughter's head and said, "It won't work this time.
Dad has another important task, to protect the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China from bad guys.
I will take you with him next time I have the opportunity."
Chen Jiao said: "Then let's hook up."
Seeing the father and daughter holding their little fingers in a serious manner, everyone laughed heartily.
Taiwan, Taoyuan Air Force Base, a fleet of B25 bombers are ready for departure.
The pilots are sitting in the lounge with solemn expressions.
They are waiting for orders from the highest authorities whether to bomb the founding ceremony of the Communist Party of China.
Outside the barbed wire fence, Chen Bei looked silently at the rows of familiar war eagles.
He had never flown before arriving in Taiwan.
At this moment, when he saw his comrades about to take off, a complex and contradictory feeling could not help but arise in his heart.
On the one hand, it is eager to fly, but on the other hand, it is unwilling to bomb the mainland.
Not far behind him, two political warfare officers were inseparable.
They were nominally Air Force political workers, but in fact they were agents of the Secrecy Bureau, responsible for monitoring Chen Bei.
Although they were usually amiable, they always made people feel a little unhappy.
I don’t know why, but I went up to the peak to convey the order from the highest authority, and the war readiness was lifted, and I stopped flying.
Naturally, Chen Bei would not know that the United States rejected the Kuomintang authorities' request to use the South Korean air force base, and the bombing of the founding ceremony was automatically cancelled.
At this time, the sky over Beijing was still cloudy.
At ten o'clock in the morning, all units and troops were notified that the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China would be held at three o'clock in the afternoon.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Central People's Government held a meeting in the Qinzheng Hall.
All members announced their inauguration, and the Central People's Government was established.
Zhou Enlai was immediately elected as Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs.
After the meeting, the members drove to Tiananmen Square to prepare for the celebration.
The ceremony area was under martial law, with a guard standing at regular intervals.
The committee members came to the back door of the city tower, got off the car and climbed up the stairs with steady steps.
Every step was full of emotion.
Looking back, the road they walked was paved with the blood of countless martyrs. the glorious path.
At three o'clock, a large number of people had gathered in front of Tiananmen Square.
When they saw the national leaders appearing on the tower, there were thunderous cheers and excitement below.
Secretary-General Lin Boqu announced the start of the ceremony.
The Chairman of the Central People's Government announced through the microphone in a thick Hunan accent: "My fellow citizens, the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China was established today."
Then he pressed the button, and a five-star red flag rose slowly, and the passionate The March of the Volunteers sounded, and one hundred and eight cannon salutes fired twenty-eight times, reverberating between heaven and earth like spring thunder, declaring the final victory of the New Democratic Revolution.
The square rejoiced again, and the crowd wept with joy.
Baoqing, as a model worker of the transportation company, stood at the front.
He was so excited that he waved a small flag and shouted: "Long live New China, long live Chairman Mao" until his voice became hoarse and he could no longer speak.
I cried out, shouted, and shed tears.
They were tears of joy, tears of excitement, and tears of happiness.
Over the outskirts of Beijing, Chen Zikun led the air force security unit to fly on duty.
The hustle and bustle in Beijing had nothing to do with them, but Chairman Mao's declaration could be heard through the radio.
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Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel refreshed, shook his wings, and flew into the blue sky.
A massive military parade was held in front of Tiananmen Square.
Elite forces drawn from various places marched through Chang'an Street in columns, including infantry, cavalry, artillery and armor, as well as a newly established naval detachment.
The people in the capital feasted their eyes on the fact that the People's Liberation Army is a truly mighty force and a strong fighting force.
The soldiers carried Japanese-made Type 38 rifles, British-made Sten submachine guns, drove American-made Dodge trucks, and pulled American-made howitzers.
Behind them were Japanese The tank was approaching with billowing smoke.
Seventeen People's Air Force planes flew through the sky, arousing waves of cheers.
"Look, our fighter jets."
The young people cheered.
Those familiar with military affairs could see that flying in front was the advanced 51 Mustang fighter jet, an American fighter jet.
Ace fighter.
The military parade was followed by a large-scale mass demonstration.
Previously, the Beijing Municipal Government organized a factory to process a large number of flags and five-pointed star-shaped lanterns.
The activity lasted until about 9 o'clock in the evening.
Only after the staff's persuasion did everyone leave without feeling satisfied.
Tonight, countless people are destined to have insomnia.
After the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China, the Chen family returned to Jiangdong, but Chen Zikun stayed and continued to assist in the formation of the Air Force.
In order to take care of his daily life, the organization purchased furniture and daily necessities and moved into the Yao Mansion on West Chang'an Street, and arranged for an orderly and a driver. , and a Jeep.
The air force plan was announced on November 11.
A major event occurred two days before the establishment.
Twelve aircraft of the Kuomintang China Airlines and Central Airlines that had moved to Hong Kong rebelled and took off from Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport.
The embrace of the people.
Air Force Commander Liu Yalou welcomed the uprising personnel at the Xijiao Airport.
Also present was Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs Li Kenong.
After being introduced, Chen Zikun and Vice Minister Li shook hands and exchanged greetings.
Li Kenong said: "General Chen, I heard that your eldest son is in Taiwan."
Chen Zikun was moved in his heart and looked at Li Kenong.
Behind his glasses, there was a pair of deep pool-like eyes that made people shudder.
"Yes, Quanzi was implicated by me and was placed under house arrest in Taipei by the Kuomintang authorities."
Chen Zikun replied.
An uprising plane flying from the south appeared on the horizon, and Li Kenong stopped continuing the topic.
The group walked to the runway to greet the heroes of the uprising
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