She patted her cheeks vigorously:

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this.

It's also good not to go home, saves me from being pushed to marry by my talkative aunt..."

As the two of them chatted, Lin Li was ready with the opening speech.

The stage was handed over to the hosts Mu Ge and Shi Yin. Mu Ge said:

"Thanks to Academician Lin for the summary and blessings. Next, I announce the official start of the Fire Camp's first New Year's Eve party!

Let's enjoy the choir performance brought by Fei Qiu, the head of the coal mine general affairs office and others:

'Share Half of My Good Luck with You'!

Also, would Lin Ziming and others for the next skit 'Blood Donation' please prepare backstage."

As Mu Ge finished speaking, a temporary choir of more than ten people took the main stage and began their performance.

Next was Lin Ziming's skit....

The drama by President Hong of Modu Drama Society...

Zeng Gu Cheng's recitation, among others....

Even Elder Yuan personally appeared, performing a "magic" trick of reviving withered wood with Hua Xiaomo.

Since the shows for this New Year's Eve party were performed by camp members, there were some execution flaws, inevitably leading to various humorous incidents.

For instance, due to lighting problems, Fei Qiu stood on stage for quite a while before people noticed he wasn't part of the backdrop.

Another was when Yang Yulin was directing Lanxi to perform breaking a stone on his chest, but Lanxi nervously raised his hand due to the large audience....

But these frequent accidents filled the whole event with a lively and joyful atmosphere.

Even someone as unlucky as Fei Qiu was lucky enough to draw a legendary charm said to bring good fortune (in fact, it was a prepared fixed gift from the camp).

More than three hours later.

The time was approaching 23:56 local time.

The final act came on stage.

This was a choir led by the two children of the Wei Family, Wei Tu, Wei Xiaotao, and Lin Li's granddaughter Lin Yuwei:

'My Country and I'

The three children held hands, their clear and innocent voices echoed through the hall:

My country and I

cannot be separated for a moment

Wherever I go

I leave a song of praise

I sing of every high mountain

I sing of every river

Billowing smoke, small village

A track on the road...

The same time, the same song.

It became the strongest voice spanning across dimensions.

At this moment.

On a plain in Damo Realm.

Lei Wenjun wiped the sweat off his forehead, gritting his teeth and rubbing his knee after accidentally hitting a rock wall.

Then continued leading his team to drill holes—they had just detected possible mineral veins below the surface here.

In Ziqiong City.

Gu Junming, full of smiles, saw off several elegantly dressed youths from Taihe Building, then turned and gazed east for a long time.

In Sheepback City.

Young warrior Wei Siyuan licked his somewhat chapped lips and, together with a translator, knocked on the next door, gathering population information in the city.

...

Time ticked by second by second.

Inside the venue, everyone had already stood up, softly singing along to the rhythm:

My dearest country

You are an endless ocean

Always giving me, blue waves and clear waters

The song in my heart~~~

Tick-tock, tick-tock——

The last two seconds of 23:59, the second hand slowly moved towards the number 12.

23:59:58, local time.

In a camp somewhere in the west.

Chen Rong had just hung up from a New Year call with his mother, fists clenched, eyes filled with longing and determination.

Not long ago, he was asked if he was willing to undertake a long-term border guard mission.

The mission was highly risky and he wouldn't see family for three years.

Chen Rong's reply was simple, just three words:

"I am willing."

Time moved forward another second.

In eastern Modu, inside a secret office.

Qin Zhendong stood by the window looking up at the starry sky, his hands behind his back, his silhouette tall and majestic, as if supporting the sky of the homeland.

Behind him lay a stack of heavy files and an ashtray piled with cigarette butts...

Tick-tock——

00:00, 2023.

In a bay somewhere in the south, a warrior in a full blue uniform was reporting to command:

"0101, my ship has submerged to 400 meters below the sea, sonar is clear, no anomaly in anti-submarine buoy readings."

"01 received, 01 received, Happy New Year, mountains and rivers are secure."

"Happy New Year, mountains and rivers are secure."

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