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Chapter 959: Heaven and Earth share the same sorrow

Hold on, maybe you can overcome this setback and still have a smooth road ahead. [.Com text] However, if you are unable to stand firmly and are kicked by others, causing you to fall down, the outcome will be difficult to predict.

What does the future hold? If you haven’t experienced it, who can have the confidence?

As the old man himself said, he also deeply hates factions. But right next to him, over the course of decades, a huge political group headed by the Liu family was formed.

The saying that a tree has deep roots cannot be more profound than this, and this cannot be transferred based on one person's thoughts. I'm afraid that in the eyes of most civilian cadres, the Liu Clan is actually a representative of some kind of bureaucratic group. No matter what your true intentions are, in the eyes of outsiders, the Liu Clan has indeed influenced the direction of the country. political entity.

After grandpa passed away, no matter whether people sincerely respected grandpa or had to respect him due to formality, whether they agreed with the group's style of doing things or not, if the divisions weakened until the existence of this bureaucratic group was eliminated, it was the power of the top management. A must-do.

Fortunately, there are still uncles and uncles standing proudly in front. Otherwise, if I lose the protection of my grandfather, I am afraid that I will have to face all kinds of pressure from all aspects. The sudden pressure must be enough to make me sad. Suffocating.

There are still more than two years left, and the uncle will retire. I am afraid that at that moment, it will be the time to truly test myself. Although he slept hazily, Zhao Jianhui felt that his mind seemed to have never been so clear before. He closed his eyes and thought silently, motionless. To outsiders, it seemed that he was still sleeping, and even his eyelashes were not visible. Never flickered.

"Quick, quick, a shot in the arm, Mr. Liu can't survive..." At this moment, the door of the ward was opened from the inside, and Dean Ma's sweaty face stuck out from the door and shouted loudly called the nurse outside. The lounge where Zhao Jianhui is located is actually an outer suite. My father and uncle didn't close the door tightly when they went out just now, so Dean Ma's voice could still be heard clearly.

He woke up suddenly and stood up. He didn't notice Long Lingyun, who had been sitting quietly beside him, and ran quickly to the door.

Most of the eldest aunt, second aunt, second aunt's family, as well as several cousins ​​such as Liu Meiyu and Liu Meiqi, Liu Feng and Liu Jun's cousins ​​are resting in the hospital hotel. There are not many people in the lounge now. In person, only Zhao Jianhui, Long Lingyun and Dafeng Erfeng helped watch Xiao Longlong. Upon hearing this voice, they all followed Zhao Jianhui out like a swarm of bees.

When Zhao Jianhui rushed to the bed in the ward, he saw that his grandfather's slightly opened eyes had lost their former luster, and he seemed to be muttering something, but his lips were moving slightly, but no sound came out.

Zhao Jianhui's heart felt like a knife, and his eyes immediately became wet.

Liu Zongxin and Liu Qingbin also ran in from the corridor. Liu Zongxin was still calling someone on his cell phone while running inside.

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

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

Judging from the shape of his mouth, it seems that grandpa is calling his name, "Xiaohui..."

"Dad, is there anything you can't let go of? If you tell me, my son will definitely do it for you..." Liu Zongxin threw himself in front of the hospital bed, his voice trembling.

But the old man kept his eyes fixed on Zhao Jianhui's face, unable to say anything.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside. Liu Meiyu supported her grandma, followed by her three daughters-in-law, and behind them a group of granddaughters and grandsons rushed in.

As soon as grandma came in, she threw herself into her wife's arms and cried loudly: "Old man, you have been so strong all your life and you have always kept your word. Why did you just say that you wanted to default on this matter? We just said When we met, I said you were better than I'm several decades older. I'll be lonely when the time comes. I don't want to marry an old man like you. What did you say? You said you were in good health and would definitely go with me. Why are you so old? You're such a scumbag, you're leaving now, woo hoo..."

She was also an old man in her eighties, so she couldn't cry like this anymore, so everyone tried to persuade her while suppressing their grief. The old lady and her wife have been together for sixty or seventy years through ups and downs, and their relationship is definitely sincere. Seeing that the old man was about to leave, how could she not feel sad in her heart?

Maybe it was because he heard his mother's cries. The old man on the hospital bed seemed to be very excited. His eyes seemed to become very bright, and his face, which was already pale just now, became a little flushed.

After finally persuading grandma, the eldest uncle Liu Zongchang and the second uncle Liu Zongcheng also walked in in a hurry. At this time, the old man was actually on his deathbed, but he still managed to hold on to his breath without closing his eyes. His face became increasingly flushed, and his throat squirmed, making a gurgling sound.

It looked like the old man was in pain.

With tears in his eyes, Zong Chang 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. It's time to rest in peace. Don't worry. Let’s go.”

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 beneficial to 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 ** 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.

etc. After returning 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 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 reached the point of sadness.

Long Lingyun gently hugged his head, and her soft fingers kept stroking 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 at this time, the more I have to cheer up and can't let Grandpa worry."

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