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Chapter 956: A Legend at Dusk

"What are you doing, calling so many times and just answering now?" As soon as the call was connected, Liu Zongxin lost his temper on the phone. 【.Com text】Zhao Jianhui was very surprised, thinking to himself, didn’t he answer the phone just after hearing it ring? How come he called so many times but didn’t answer?

However, this was obviously not the time to check phone records. Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "I happened to have something to do just now. What's the matter?"

"The old man has entered the hospital. You will be back soon." After Liu Zongxin said that, he hung up the phone. Zhao Jianhui was a little nervous and a little stunned. The old man fell ill in September 2008, and his condition was very serious at that time. In the end, he took Man Xiaotian back with him. The old man was cured with traditional Chinese medicine. The guy swore that he would have no problem living for another five years. It had only been more than a year. Why did the old man end up in the hospital again?

Although my father seemed to be speaking calmly just now, his slight trembling revealed his true mood. Is it so serious? This, how is this possible?

Looking at the pale Zhao Jianhui, Pan Feifei vaguely knew what had happened. Her heart skipped a beat and she stood up slowly. She didn't know how to comfort her lost lover. In the baby room, there was a sudden sound, and Pan Feifei ran into the room without even having time to put on her clothes. When she came out with the little princess in her arms, there were still tears in Xiao Wenwen's eyes. She opened her hands and squeaked to vent her dissatisfaction, as if she was blaming her mother for only spending time with her father, and it took a long time for her to wake up. No one comes to see me.

Seeing his daughter with tearful eyes and open hands as if looking for him, Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly and walked over and kissed her little face: "Baby, I'm sorry, dad has something very important to go out for now, Wenwen Follow mom obediently..." As he said this, he hurriedly He hurriedly walked into the bathroom and took a shower. After getting dressed, he said to Pan Feifei: "I may not come back for dinner in the evening, and I may go to Beijing overnight. You... call Ye Qiuyu and ask her to notify everyone. Everyone, no matter where they are, rushes back to the capital as quickly as possible. "

"Should I go too?" Pan Feifei looked at Zhao Jianhui in disbelief, thinking that he actually dared to let her take her child into that tightly guarded home. Isn't this true?

"You should pack your things too. I'll have someone buy a plane ticket to pick you up. Not only are you going, but our precious daughter is also going." After Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, he picked up his bag and walked out.

Now he is not only the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, but also the secretary of the city's municipal party committee. He doesn't know how many days it will take for him to come back. Zhao Jianhui has a lot to do.

Early the next morning, when he appeared outside the small building at the southernmost end of the People's Liberation Army General Hospital in Beijing, he was immediately infected by a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Armed special police with live ammunition carefully checked the special passes of everyone entering and exiting the small building, and doctors and nurses in white coats were even more strictly inspected. If Liu Meiyu hadn't picked her up at the door, even Zhao Jianhui wouldn't have been able to get in.

"How is grandpa?" Seeing his sister, Zhao Jianhui asked about grandpa's condition before he had time to say anything else. Liu Meiyu had a serious look on her face. She looked at Zhao Jianhui and said, "It's very bad. Dean Ma Yucheng didn't say it clearly, but basically we have a conclusion..."

Zhao Jianhui almost shed tears when he heard this. If an authoritative and internationally renowned doctor such as Dr. Ma Yucheng, the cardiovascular expert and vice president of the General Hospital, has a final conclusion, it will basically be considered certain.

"What are you doing? Grandpa doesn't know yet. Don't show it on your face after you go in?" Liu Meiyu saw that Zhao Jianhui was about to cry and quickly reminded him.

Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, and whispered: "I understand."

Like many revolutionary predecessors, Mr. Liu did not pay attention to material comforts. Even the room in the high-end ward where he lived was simple and simple. Sitting on a hardwood chair and looking at the increasingly thin old man, Zhao Jianhui felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Thinking about what Liu Meiyu had said, he tried his best to hold back, not daring to reveal his sad expression.

The old man looked at Zhao Jianhui and smiled kindly: "Xiao Hui, you have made rapid progress in the past few years. Many ministerial cadres who are 29 years old and 30 years old will never reach this position in their lifetime."

Seeing the kind smile on his grandfather's lips, Zhao Jianhui felt an inexplicable throbbing, and suddenly wanted to throw himself into his arms and cry loudly, for himself, for this family, or for Liu's complicated and complicated Liu. Department, the old man has always been fighting against the heaven and the earth, fighting between power and the god of destiny.

"Have great ambitions and don't be arrogant and complacent. I'm old and will die sooner or later. Even though I'm ninety-seven, I won't die young. This is the natural law of human beings. No one can force it. I can watch you grow up. I'm very pleased. I have lived many more years than my old comrades who died, so what else can I be dissatisfied about?" the old man said with a very understanding smile.

In front of his grandfather, Zhao Jianhui could not say a word and could only listen to his every word carefully. Because he knows that he is facing a master who has been tempered for a long time and has insight into all kinds of situations in the world.

This is an old man whose life is extremely legendary. His life has witnessed the progress of history, the end of an old history, and the arrival of a new glorious historical stage.

"Tell me what I want from you..." The old man looked at his grandson kindly, and slowly extended his index finger: "First, do your job well. Listen more, talk less, and your ears and eyes should each perform their duties." Then he pulled down his middle finger: "Two, you must be clear about right and wrong. Don't do wrong things, don't be afraid of the kid." Put down the third finger: "Third, don't look too narrow, stand high and see far. I drew it in my mind It's a small circle, and you can't get out at any time..."

Then, the old man tapped the little finger of his left hand with the index finger of his right hand and said: "For a long time, when people mention the Liu family, they always like to call it the Liu family. In fact, I hate factions the most. This was the last time Mo Zhongtian came. I told him about it when we were young, and let me tell you now, fifty years ago, who knew what the Liu family was? Who knows what your descendants will be able to do in the future? Do it down-to-earth. Only by serving the people sincerely can the people remember you. Even if you form cliques and form small groups, that is better. Having the right to speak makes it easier to achieve the purpose of serving the people. Otherwise, it will be abandoned by history.”

Zhao Jianhui nodded silently, thinking about the meaning of his grandfather's words. In fact, the last point that grandpa said was what Zhao Jianhui had wanted to say to the old man for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to say it after trying several times. But he didn't want his grandfather to say it out today. Only then did he realize that his grandfather had never been confused in his heart. He had always had a clear understanding of himself, the Liu family, and the Liu family that was praised by outsiders.

"Grandpa, I mean... what would you think if one day no one in our family joins politics?" Zhao Jianhui raised his face and looked at the old man and said.

The old man laughed loudly, coughing as he laughed. That loud and coughing laughter seemed to be able to dispel the haze in Zhao Jianhui's heart. "After all, God has treated me well and allowed you to come back to me. What else am I not satisfied with? Silly boy, why don't grandpa understand? The chairman said back then that after the death of Butcher Zhang, he would eat pigs with hair on them? Everyone who comes into this world has responsibilities that he must shoulder. This is something that cannot be forced or forced..."

It's hard to tell, but the old man is in a good mood. Except for the occasional cough, he doesn't look sick. Until he fell into a deep sleep and stood in the yard, Zhao Jianhui seemed to still be able to hear his grandfather's laughter, and his mood suddenly brightened.

Over the past few days, foreign media have been busy discussing the condition of the old man lying in the hospital bed, and whether his death will cause turmoil in the domestic political arena, because the old man’s son and grandson are both in the highest power structure of the country. plays an extremely important role in His role, whether his descendants can stabilize their own power after losing his protection and pass on the glory of the family, or whether this power will be torn apart by the fangs of political opponents who have been eyeing them, these are all questions. The most popular topic among overseas media.

In domestic news and newspapers, there are many articles introducing the great achievements of this legendary old man in his life. The TV station is also broadcasting some stories about this old man's shining career in the form of documentaries.

Zhao Jianhui doesn't pay attention to these things. He only knows that an old man who has been a leader for more than half a century is about to pass away. A red legend will become an eternal memory, but the family relationship between himself and the old man seems to be just a matter of time. It had just begun and was about to end. Thinking of this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

In the past few days, his phone has never been disconnected. He is planning to have his women and children all come to meet the old man, which is also a form of recognition for them. Don't underestimate such a form. Being able to stand close to this old man before he fell ill is of great significance to them.

However, I really haven't found a suitable time these days. The old man's cough became more and more severe, and his usual drowsy, half-yin and half-yang naps became longer and longer. Several of the most influential people at the top showed up, including all members of the Politburo Standing Committee, and some old comrades who have retired but still have considerable influence in certain fields. Almost everyone will ask about it when they come to visit Mr. Liu. He is Mr. Liu's only grandson.

It was at this moment that Zhao Jianhui suddenly discovered that he had become the focus of many people's minds.

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