Chapter 959 Heaven and Earth Grieve Together

Chapter 959 Heaven and Earth Grieve

Hold on, maybe you can get over this hurdle and there will still be a long and smooth road ahead. However, if you can't stand firm, and get kicked by others and fall down, it's hard to say what the outcome will be.

What will the future be like? Who can have a clear idea without experiencing it?

Just as the old man himself said, he also hates factions. But it happened that around him, over the past decades, a huge political group headed by the Liu family has been formed.

The so-called deep roots of a tree are nothing more than this, and this is not something that can be diverted by the thoughts of any one person. I'm afraid that in the eyes of most civilian cadres, the Liu faction is actually a representative of a certain bureaucratic group. No matter what your original intention is, in the eyes of outsiders, the Liu faction is indeed a political entity that has influenced the direction of the country.

After Grandpa passed away, no matter whether people sincerely respected him or had to respect him due to formalities, no matter whether they agreed with the group's style of doing things or not, it was imperative for the top leaders to divide and weaken the bureaucratic group until it was eliminated.

Fortunately, there were still my uncles standing proudly in front of me. Otherwise, I would have lost my grandfather's protection and would have to face all kinds of pressure from all sides. The sudden pressure would be enough to suffocate me.

There are still more than two years before my uncle retires. I am afraid that at that moment, it will be the time to truly test myself. Although he was sleeping hazily, Zhao Jianhui felt that his mind had never been so clear before. He closed his eyes and thought silently without moving. To outsiders, he seemed to be still asleep, and his eyelashes did not even flicker.

"Quick, quick, a shot of cardiotonic, Mr. Liu is dying..." At this moment, the door of the ward was opened from the inside, and Dean Ma's sweaty face stretched out from the door, calling out loudly to the nurse outside. The lounge where Zhao Jianhui was was actually the suite outside. When his father and uncle went out just now, they did not close the door tightly, and Dean Ma's voice could still be heard clearly.

He woke up suddenly, stood up, and ran to the door quickly without noticing Long Lingyun who had been sitting quietly beside him.

Most of the eldest aunt, the second aunt, the second aunt's family, and several cousins ​​such as Liu Meiyu and Liu Meiqi, and several cousins ​​of Liu Feng and Liu Jun were resting in the hospital hotel. There were not many people in the lounge now. Only Zhao Jianhui, Long Lingyun and Dafeng Erfeng helped to look after Xiao Longlong. Hearing this voice, they all rushed out like a swarm of bees following Zhao Jianhui.

When Zhao Jianhui rushed to the bed in the ward, he saw that his grandfather's slightly opened eyes had lost their former luster. He murmured as if he wanted to say something, but he only moved his lips slightly, but could not make any sound.

Zhao Jianhui's heart was like a knife, and his eyes were wet.

Liu Zongxin and Liu Qingbin also ran in from the corridor. Liu Zongxin was still talking on the phone to someone as he ran in.

Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand almost tremblingly and held his grandfather's old and cold hand. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. In his eye sockets, big tears rolled to the ground.

The old man seemed to slowly see the person in front of him, his eyes brightened, and the frequency of his lips moved faster, as if he had something to say.

From the shape of his mouth, the grandfather seemed to be calling his name "Xiaohui..."

"Dad, what else can't you let go of? Tell me, your son will definitely do it for you..." Liu Zongxin rushed to the bed, his voice trembling.

The old man's eyes were always fixed on Zhao Jianhui's face, and he couldn't say anything.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from outside. Liu Meiyu supported her grandmother, followed by three daughters-in-law, and behind them was a group of granddaughters and grandsons rushing in together.

As soon as grandma came in, she threw herself into her husband's arms and burst into tears: "Old man, you have been so strong all your life and have always kept your word. Why do you want to go back on your word on this matter? When we first met, I said that you are more than ten years older than me, and I would be lonely when I was left alone. I don't want to marry an old man like you. What did you say? You said that you are in good health and will definitely accompany me to go. Why are you going to die when you are old, woo woo..."

She is also an old woman in her eighties. It is not okay to cry like this, so everyone tried to persuade her with grief. The old lady and her husband have been together all their lives, and they have been through ups and downs for sixty or seventy years. The relationship is absolutely sincere enough. Seeing that the old man is about to leave, how can she not be sad from the bottom of her heart?

Maybe it was because he heard grandma crying, the old man on the hospital bed seemed very excited, his eyes seemed to become very bright, and his pale face became a little flushed again

After finally convincing grandma, my eldest uncle Liu Zongchang and my second uncle Liu Zongcheng also hurried in. At this time, the old man was actually on his deathbed, but he still held on to his breath and didn't close his eyes. His face became more and more flushed, and his throat moved and made a gurgling sound.

It looked like the old man was in pain.

With tears in his eyes, Zongchang bent down deeply, put his mouth almost close to the old man's ear, and said in a low voice: "Dad, you have worked hard for the revolution all your life, and it's time to rest well. Just go with peace of mind."

Zong Cheng also choked up and said, "Dad, our sons will definitely take good care of this family, don't worry..." The old man's eyes rolled twice, as if he heard what his son said. But he still kept his eyes wide open, refusing to close those eyes that still had a trace of worry.

After his two brothers finished speaking, Zong Xin also said with grief, "Dad, don't force yourself. The three of us brothers will definitely follow your wishes and carry forward the Liu family."

The old man's throat seemed to be louder, and his eyes were getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Jianhui squeezed over from behind his father and whispered in his grandfather's ear: "Grandpa, do you remember what we said? Your grandson will always remember it in his heart. Stay when you should stay, and retreat when you should retreat, as long as it is for the benefit of the nation and the country, what does personal honor and disgrace matter?

As Zhao Jianhui spoke, a smile seemed to appear on his grandfather's face. Yes, the honor and disgrace of the world's major events, in the heart of this once prosperous old man, are just passing clouds. What he cares most about is the country that gave birth to him.

On February 6, 2010, December 23, 2009, at 4:23 pm, Mr. Liu passed away.

In the eulogy broadcast by the TV station later, Mr. Liu's life was highly praised, calling him "a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionary, military strategist, and politician, a time-tested communist fighter, and an outstanding leader of the party, the country, and the army." "

General Secretary Kang Jing'an, Premier Guo Jiru and the Standing Committee rushed to the hospital as soon as possible and bowed three times to the body of the old man in Liu's ward. General Secretary Kang's eyes, wearing black-rimmed glasses, sparkled with crystal tears. Except for Liu Zongchang, the eight Standing Committee members all had sad faces.

The agenda for the farewell ceremony for the body, the memorial service, etc. had been set long ago. CCTV broadcast the memorial service held for Liu by the Central Committee, the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, the State Council, the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and the Central Military Commission. When the General Secretary recalled Liu's great achievements with tears in his eyes and expressed the deep grief of the whole party, the whole army and the people of all ethnic groups in the country, the TV screen was full of tears, and hundreds of cities were mourning. Many people spontaneously Gathered outside the memorial service, with white words hanging on their chests, they silently paid tribute to this respectable old man.

The van carrying Mr. Liu's coffin was covered with black veil and slowly headed west under the escort of police cars. The ten-mile long street was crowded with people who came to see him off spontaneously, and the cars parked on both sides of the road honked spontaneously to express their condolences to Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu's ashes were placed in Babaoshan, where he finally reunited with his old comrades again.

On the screen, black veil, wreaths, and portraits, the nine standing committee members took the lead and led the people attending the funeral to circle the tomb, and the military band played tragic and solemn music.

At this moment, in the conference room of Feilong Hotel, the women headed by Ye Qiuyu and their children all stood silently, with pious hearts for this man who may be the most deadly person in the world today. The most influential old man bids farewell.

As the camera angle changes, Zhao Jianhui, who is standing in the front row with a solemn face, also appears on the TV screen. Gan Xiaojing stared at his thin face in a trance, and couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart. At this time, you must hold on. There are so many people in this room who need you to protect them.

Not everyone is qualified to attend a funeral of this standard. The women are not suitable to show up now. If you want to mourn at the tomb of Mr. Liu, you can only wait for two days.

Mo Zhongtian from Jiangnan Province is qualified to attend Mr. Liu's funeral, as well as Deng Yanrong, Chen Yaowu and his wife, Xu Yuanzhong from Nanyue Province, Min Nanfeng, the Minister of Supervision, and others. The three sons and two daughters of the Liu family thanked them one by one.

Waiting for the return After arriving home, Zhao Jianhui sat on the sofa in a daze. Long Lingyun knew that it was difficult to comfort his sad heart at this time, so he said nothing, but just sat down next to him. Zhao Jianhui threw himself into Long Lingyun's arms and burst into tears.

Who said that men don't shed tears easily? That's because they haven't been sad yet.

Long Lingyun gently hugged his head, and her soft fingers kept rubbing Zhao Jianhui's head, whispering: "Cry, you will feel better after crying..."

After she said this, Zhao Jianhui's crying stopped abruptly. He stood up and shook his head a little embarrassedly: "Okay, I won't cry anymore. The more it is at this time, the more I have to cheer up and can't let grandpa worry."

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