In the headquarters of the Southwest Theater Command in China District, Xiang Jingyang, known as Xiaoping Xiwang, was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast and watching the news in the Old Triangle area.
On the TV screen, a beautiful anchor with regular features read the obituary in a choked voice: "...At 22:05 last night, our respected Governor Mr. Pu Yuan passed away after ineffective rescue efforts at Xingshan Sanatorium. He was 94 years old. Today.
It is a gloomy day for our nation, and for all compatriots in the Myanmar-Vietnam region... At 7:45 this morning, the Supreme Administrative Ministry announced that the Old Triangle region has entered a state funeral period, a three-day national holiday, and all entertainment industries have closed...!"
Xiang Jingyang watched the news with no change in his expression. In fact, less than five minutes after Governor Pu passed away last night, he had already received the news.
"Uncle," Xiang Jingyang wiped his mouth with a napkin, turned back to look at his staff member Xiao Qinglong and ordered: "The obituary has been published, let's express our gratitude by ordering the frontline troops to lower their flags and fire guns in mourning."
"Okay." Xiao Qinglong stood up and walked over: "But so far we have not received an invitation to mourn, and it seems that they have not communicated diplomatically with us."
"When the governor of a quasi-region dies, there will always be some turmoil." Xiang Jingyang stood up and replied: "We can just wait and see."
Xiao Qinglong nodded slowly: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. People from Longcheng are here. They arrived in Hanoi last night to discuss marriage with Gui Mengjun."
Xiang Jingyang recalled it for a moment, then asked with his hands behind his back: "Is it Su Tianyu's sister who wants to marry Gui Mengjun?"
"Yes." Xiao Qinglong nodded.
Xiang Jingyang frowned: "They didn't come at the right time."
"Yes, but Guimengjun probably didn't know before that Governor Pu's condition would suddenly worsen." Xiao Qinglong asked in a low voice: "Look, do we need to remind Guimengjun here?"
Xiang Jingyang nodded: "Just a reminder, tell Gui Mengjun to keep his tail between his legs these days, and also make it clear to him that we have not been invited to express condolences at the moment."
"Okay." Xiao Qinglong nodded.
…
Hanoi city.
Gui Mengjun called Miaomiao at 7:30 in the morning and told her that he might have to come later today because he had many things to deal with on the first day of the state funeral period.
People in the Su family also understand this kind of thing very well. Life is like this. You never know which surprise or surprise will come first. It is impossible for everyone to predict that they will catch up with the governor's death before they come.
In the villa, after the blind date group had breakfast, Su Miaomiao saw that everyone was a little bored, so she took the initiative to ask: "Does anyone want to go out for a walk? I have been here a few times and can be a tour guide."
Second Uncle Su sat on the sofa, took off his reading glasses and said: "There are funerals in the region, the entertainment industry has stopped, and the whole country is on holiday. Where can you go?!"
"We can walk to the scenic spots by ourselves without bothering anyone." Su Miaomiao replied softly: "It's only been three days. It's so boring to just stay here."
"Let's go to the beach to bask in the sun and take a stroll." The second aunt also advised: "We are here anyway, so just treat it as a trip to relax."
After everyone's persuasion, the second uncle finally agreed to go out with everyone.
It's about ten o'clock in the morning.
In addition to Su Tianbei and others who were sleeping in the villa, diligent young people such as Su Tianyu, Daxiong, Miao Miao, Hou Guoyu, etc. left the Seaview Hotel in a car with the senior group.
Originally, everyone thought that even though Governor Pu Yuan died of illness this time and the whole Old Triangle area was holding funerals, it would not affect travel. At most, some scenic spots would not be accessible, but there should be no problem with self-driving.
But Su Tianyu, Su Miaomiao and others still underestimated the impact of the governor's death.
After the business convoy drove out of the Seaview Hotel and traveled less than three kilometers, Su Tianyu and others discovered that the scene in the urban area was completely different from yesterday.
Soldiers and police officers maintaining order can be seen almost on all the main roads in the harbor terminal.
The streets were full of pedestrians, and you couldn't see any shop open at all. People took to the streets, all dressed in plain clothes, holding in their hands black and white photos of Governor Pu Yuan when he was young, crying all the way.
Shouting, sending memorials to each other all the way.
Memorial areas have also been set up at the intersections of each main road, where flowers and other offerings can be placed, but nothing can be burned.
Su Miaomiao was sitting in the car, her little mouth opened in an O shape, looking at the crowded streets in disbelief and said: "This... this is so spectacular!"
"Go back, the road ahead is impossible." Uncle Su said while wearing a peaked cap: "This is a state funeral! At a time when the whole people is sad, you go to the scenic spots to take pictures and make noises, be careful of the locals beating you up."
"It makes sense!" Su Miaomiao was also frightened by this scene, because she was born in Longcheng and has never experienced such a thing in her whole life. They talk about "freedom" and "democracy" there, and the people are all
They are very self-centered, and it is difficult for them to have different inner emotions towards a certain politician or leader.
In the past few years, even when the top officer of the Chinese Corps died of illness, there was not much commotion in Longcheng. Only relevant departments organized memorial activities, but their influence was incomparable to the incident in Lao Triangle.
Everyone originally wanted to go out for a walk, but the sad scene in the city was completely unable to support their happy trip.
After everyone discussed it in the car, they asked the driver to return the same way.
It was still early when we returned to the sea view villa. The older generation was idle and bored, so they could only let Su Tianyu, Miao Miao and others lead the way, and they went to the beach to bask in the sun together.
…
In a blink of an eye, the time came to evening.
Gui Mengjun held a meeting in the company for a day and walked into the office tiredly.
"Boom!"
There was a knock on the door.
Gui Mengjun lowered his head and glanced at the time: "Come in!"
After she finished speaking, Mingming walked in with a smile. She had her hair tied up and was wearing a white suit. Her beautiful eyes were bright and she asked Gui Mengjun, "Are you quite tired?"
"Well, there are a lot of things to do," Gui Mengjun raised his head and looked at her: "I have to go to the port in a while."
"Going to meet the Su family?" Mingming asked.
"Yes." Gui Mengjun stood up: "In the past few days...!"
"Is it okay not to go?" Mingming asked seriously with a pretty face.
Gui Mengjun was startled: "What's wrong?"
"Are you really going to marry that country girl who bought a college diploma?" Mingming asked.
"Alas." Gui Mengjun sighed: "Mingming, let me tell you again very seriously. You'd better be more polite when you evaluate Miaomiao in front of me, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."
"Do you really want to marry her?"
"right!"
"What if I say no?" Mingming looked directly at Guimeng Jun.
…
Zone 1 time, around five o'clock in the morning.
Su Tiannan was taken out of the cell in advance and came to a square where more than 20 other serious criminals were lined up.
After Su Tiannan joined the team, he stood in the center of the crowd with his hands behind his back and listened to the lecture.
A white prison guard in his forties lectured in English: "You dirty fools! I must remind you that during this community service and interview, you must obey the arrangements of the police officers...!"?