Getting off the bus, a wave of heat greeted them, but the view was wide.
Brother Zhang and Xiaoliu began unloading the equipment and setting up the machines.
Li Younan stretched his joints, watching the line of tourists at the entrance not far away, resembling a slowly moving long dragon, a dense crowd.
There were already many tourists on the square, taking photos and checking in at the monument, craning their necks under the memorial tower.
"Younan, want to touch up your makeup? You're sweating a lot," said a little girl responsible for the logistics in the team, approaching with a powder puff.
Li Younan waved his hand: "No need, no need, I'll sweat anyway once I start running, better to keep it natural."
Besides, he really didn't quite trust their makeup skills.
