The sky above Puhai was as bright as yesterday, and the plane landed on the bridge without going around in circles. Yang Jingxing took the girl and walked quickly like a trot without delaying reading the text message, and started making phone calls while waiting for the luggage.

He Peiyuan gasped and checked her mobile phone, and then showed it to her boyfriend. A text message sent by the director of the regiment office: Sad news, the beloved Comrade Ding Sangpeng passed away at home in the early morning of April 3, 2011. All colleagues please keep in touch and

Pay close attention to group announcements.

On the other end of the phone from Yang Jingxing, He Hongchui was already imminently rehearsing a piece to represent Pu Yin's grief at the memorial service, but the command department could not guarantee that they would be able to gather the manpower.

306 hasn't issued a notice yet, but He Peiyuan also reported to the group leader that she had arrived, and then paid attention to the situation of others. Let Feifei not worry, she just got home yesterday, and her grandfather is not in good health... Where is the blind man? Tell her more

After two days of rest, it is actually not necessary for everyone to be present.

When they were about to arrive, He Peiyuan remembered to tidy up her appearance, her hair looked as simple and plain as possible, she took off her slightly bright coat, and lowered her rolled up trouser legs to cover the uppers of her shoes.

The fake luxury community that usually has free access to the community stopped visitors from checking in today. However, looking at the special police troop carriers and motorcycles parked inside the gate, Yang Jingxing had no choice but to go through the motions. After passing the card, he dragged his luggage and ran away.

It's really annoying. I saw a long row of seven or eight cars parked outside Ding's house from a distance, taking up all the land of the neighbors on the left and right.

However, there was no excitement. Except for the drivers in a few cars, there was no one else around. The inside and outside of the courtyard were still so quiet and simple. The most different thing from the lush greenery in winter was that the entrance door was completely open.

When I entered, I found that the room was relatively quiet, but the two chairs against the wall at the end of the entrance hall and the living room that I could see were occupied by people.

Over there, I also saw people entering the room carrying luggage. A man in his thirties or forties standing outside stood up and walked lightly to greet him. He looked like he was wearing an office job, and his heavy expression showed the same temperament: "Hello."

Yang Jingxing said a little more tenderly: "Hello."

"I am the person in charge of the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee. My surname is Gu." The man also looked at He Peiyuan and nodded slightly.

"We are Mr. Ding's students, my name is Yang Jingxing."

Director Gu nodded: "Everyone is deeply saddened by Mr. Ding's sudden death. Several leaders of the municipal party committee and government came to visit relatives and were talking."

Yang Jingxing probably understood: "Let's wait for a while."

"Okay." Director Gu nodded with relief and said kindly, "There is a place to sit inside."

Yang Jingxing said politely: "Thank you, please."

The leader hurried back and quietly sat down in his original position. The notebook on his lap and the angle of holding the pen were restored to the original position. Yang Jingxing and He Peiyuan walked through the entrance and turned right towards the restaurant. They also took a look at the living room. The director was leaning against the wall.

In the back of this row, there are two men and one woman, a total of five people with similar auras. The situation on the other side of the sofa cannot be seen, but you can hear the soft talk, "All walks of life can build the country...".

The director and others also took a look at this side of the restaurant once or twice, and it seemed that that side was not particularly important.

Yang Jingxing was more relaxed and was about to get some water and ask the girl if she wanted it. He Peiyuan whispered, are all the dozen or so people there? Is the body upstairs? Your stubble is more obvious than in the morning.

"Hey..." Ding Sangpeng's eldest grandson appeared in front of the director and others. He called softly towards the restaurant and then came a few steps over to wave: "Come quickly."

"Right here." Yang Jingxing shook his girlfriend's arm.

He Peiyuan nodded and sat down.

Changsun obviously hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything, and then whispered to Yang Jingxing: "There are Chairman Cao of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference, Vice Mayor Chen, Director Dong of the United Front Work Department..."

As soon as Yang Jingxing entered the living room, he was simply treated to the gift of attention, including those on the sofa who were obviously more settled than those on the wall.

Hey, isn't that Minister Cao of the Propaganda Department? Minister Cao is sitting on the double sofa on the left, and the five seats in the middle are only deep for two. On the right side of the imperial concubine's couch are crowded the deceased's son and daughter-in-law, the young grandchildren, the eldest grandson-in-law and the wife of the deceased.

The adult great-grandsons have placed chairs compactly on the left and right peripheries. The grandson-in-law and great-grandsons are not there. Ding Sangpeng's recliner is still there next to the imperial concubine's couch. If you move it, you can put a few more chairs.

When Yang Jing walked to the line of grandchildren and relatives, Minister Cao stood up and led everyone in the room to get up. Minister Cao moved forward two more steps, and it was difficult for others to respond. Minister Cao also extended his hand:

"Jing Xing, I mourn and obey the changes."

Yang Jingxing was not sure whether it was the chairman or the minister, so he could only say: "Thank you for your hard work."

Minister Cao explained: "Entrusted by the Municipal Party Committee and Government, Minister Dong, Deputy Mayor Chen, I and I are here to assist Mr. Ding in his funeral arrangements and see if there is anything needed at home."

Yang Jingxing tried his best to be polite: "Thank you, leader, for your concern."

The older man on the left, who must have been over 50, didn't mind the trouble and had already walked around the coffee table: "I am Dong Xiannian from the United Front Work Department of the Municipal Party Committee. Please forgive me."

Yang Jingxing couldn't say anything new: "Thank you."

Minister Dong also helped introduce: "This is our Vice Mayor Chen Lei."

The deputy mayor is probably the youngest among the three, and his temperament is a little different: "My relatives have gone on the yellow crane, and the building is not empty. Mr. Yang expresses my condolences."

Yang Jingxing solemnly said: "Leaders, please take a seat."

Everyone nodded and sat down slowly. When Yang Jingxing thanked Director Gu for bringing the chair from the wall, Director Cao seemed to be telling his colleagues: "Jing Xing is Mr. Ding's most proud disciple. I just said that some important matters need to be done."

I’ll make a decision after we come back to discuss it.”

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I will cooperate fully."

The son of the deceased also expressed his position: "We listen to the government and the central government's arrangements." As the only one in the room who showed signs of crying, the daughter-in-law made a sound of grief.

"We are also in a very sad mood." There seemed to be some sadness in Minister Cao's reflection: "Mr. Ding, I respect the seniors, old artists, and old leaders very much. I still remember clearly that at the school celebration ceremony of the Conservatory of Music, Mr. Ding

Talk cordially with the leaders and express their opinions, welcome Chinese and foreign guests to do their part, and encourage the younger generations to be virtuous and virtuous. Vice Chairman Meng taught us at that time not only to respect the elders Ding and their virtues, but also to regard the elders as role models for not forgetting their original aspirations..."

The leaders seem to have quite a lot of experience in this area. Even if the relatives don't say anything, they will not be silent. The two ministers and the deputy mayor all spoke so appropriately and in a reasonable manner. For example, funeral arrangements are of course presided over by the central government.

But Mr. Ding was born in Puhai and passed away in Puhai. According to the usual practice, the local government also has the responsibility and honor to assist the central government in relevant work.

After about ten minutes of conversation, Yang Jingxing also got a grasp of some of the latest information. He also learned that the people behind the wall, including the General Office, the CPPCC, the Civil Affairs Bureau, Xinhua News Agency, and the funeral parlor, all of whom were not soldiers, were all in front of him again.

The leader stated that he would fully cooperate with the relatives.

This is the end of the matter. Yang Jingxing discussed with the deceased's son: "Then thank the leaders for their concern despite their busy schedule, so that I won't delay the leaders too much."

The leaders were also cheerful and left as soon as they could, leaving relatives to stay at the entrance and shake hands again. He Peiyuan stood up from the dining table and went to the door of the restaurant to show her courtesy, but no one seemed to pay attention to her.

Did Minister Cao see the suitcase at the door and ask Yang Jingxing: "How many days should we put things in Pingjing aside?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "It's nothing."

"The deceased is the most important." Minister Cao said sadly: "I should give Mr. Ding a good ride, but it's really... I ask you to do this for me!"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

The big boss left and the little bosses were still there. Yang Jingxing asked everyone to wait. He wanted to go see Mr. Ding first, and then instructed his girlfriend: "Make a few cups of tea."

He Peiyuan nodded seriously, and the junior leaders politely asked Mr. Yang to express their condolences.

In fact, there is no need for the eldest son and grandson to accompany him. Yang Jingxing is very familiar with this house. After going upstairs, he pauses in front of the room and then opens the door. He pauses at the door for a few seconds before walking to the bed. He squats down first. As if it is not enough, he kneels instead.

Yang Jingxing knelt down for about ten seconds before his eldest son came to accompany him. His hands and feet were no longer very flexible. His eldest grandson was so powerful that he simply made a plop.

After kneeling together for a few seconds, the eldest son began to say to himself: "I was in good spirits yesterday when I talked and laughed..."

The eldest grandson should have told Yang Jingxing, "The Chinese tunic suit I changed into was taken out of my luggage."

The eldest son read again: "I usually sleep until six o'clock, but today I opened my eyes at around four o'clock and was unusually awake..."

Yang Jingxing stood and supported his eldest son: "Please pay attention to your health, we will take care of these things."

Let’s talk about leaving the room. The forensic doctor and the undertaker came together in the morning. In fact, they simply looked at it and issued a death certificate. It said that the death should be cardiac and the time was between 4:30 and 45:45 in the morning.

He passed away peacefully in a short time. The family did not ask for the help of the undertaker, so they helped the old man clean up and tidy up. In this matter, the eldest son also praised the eldest grandson's filial piety.

Relatives need to decide as soon as possible whether the body should be kept at home or sent to the funeral home as soon as possible, the specific time of the memorial service, the burial form... Relatives know some things, such as the obituary. Relatives can make suggestions if they want to read it, but they cannot make full decisions and accept leadership.

The number of relatives to express condolences should not be too large and some "guidance" must be received.

Ding Sangpeng did not have a clear will during his lifetime, but according to his character, he was not suitable for extravagance and waste, but he was not averse to lively scenes. He did not like power in vain, but he also cared about achieving reputation.

Although there is no explicit regulation, in recent years, it is generally not possible to set up a high-profile "bereavement committee". However, it is better to have a funeral office that does practical work, and relatives do not need to do too much in this regard.

Yang Jingxing would not really help with any ideas, he could only help with reference. The old man definitely preferred to stay at home, so an ice coffin was certainly necessary. Considering the schedule of some mourners and leaders, the memorial service will be a day or two later.

That’s fine.

A few people came down within ten minutes of going upstairs, and found that the young leaders were still sitting in a row against the wall, with a small table in front of them with cups of tea. In the restaurant, He Peiyuan was listening to the deceased's daughter-in-law, accompanied by his eldest grandson-in-law.

Mother-in-law.

After Yang Jingxing walked into the restaurant, he first comforted his relatives and then discussed it with his girlfriend: "You go home first and call if you need anything."

He Peiyuan was also thinking about something: "Driving the car over for you?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "They may need to use it when they come... Tell the group that the memorial service will be held at ten o'clock in the morning on the 7th."

He Peiyuan nodded: "...I'll take out the charger. Do you want anything else?"

Yang Jingxing simply said: "I'll take you out."

At this time, Yang Jingxing didn't seem to feel comfortable letting his girlfriend go out of the community alone in broad daylight. He told her to go home directly, don't be reluctant to take a taxi, and don't come over again unless it was important. He was just afraid that the girl would be scared, so he didn't let her go up and have a look.

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"I'm not afraid!" He Peiyuan seemed to want to go back on what she had said earlier: "You've been here all night? What about tomorrow?"

"At least stay one night."

He Peiyuan is still worried: "What will we eat if we don't cook?"

After returning to the house, Yang Jingxing immediately began to discuss matters with his relatives and small leaders. Xinhua News Agency gave priority, because tonight's news network will broadcast tomorrow's People's Daily. The first thing is the old man's portrait. Are the relatives ready?

In addition to communicating with relatives, departments also cooperate with each other. Puhai News should be more detailed than the central government's. You can borrow the "life" of the deceased that will be published in the newspaper. This has been done before.

The young leaders were sent away one by one quite smoothly, and Yang Jingxing's phone gradually became busy again. Wen Fujiang felt that he should go to the house first to take a look but was afraid of causing trouble. The group should do something within its ability but was afraid of being ignored. Director Yang

The time for answering the phone must be tight now, so the group can only trouble Xiao He these days.
To be continued...