Changes always go ahead of the plan, leaving you unable to cope with it. Cheng Xiaoyu has just returned to Xinglong to enjoy the warmth of home. He has just spent two days playing with his grandfather, went up the mountain to trap wild ducks, and went to the reservoir to fish. It was completely
Forgetting everything outside and enjoying the purest happiness, a call from Pei Pei forced him to interrupt his happiness.
"Grandpa, aren't you going?" Cheng Xiaoyu had already packed his bags, and finally couldn't help but go to his grandfather's house, where he told the news he had received, and for the first time revealed that people in the capital already knew about his existence.
"I am just an old farmer. I farmed at home since I was a child. When I grew up, I did some things to build a family for myself. When I got older, I became a farmer again. The outside world is too far away from me." The old man dried the fishing net in the yard.
Here, without the company of my grandson, no matter how good my health is, my age is not forgiving, and my fishing net can no longer be used. Now that my grandson is gone, it is time to put it away.
"By the way, tell me something. You can't hide, I can't hide, and no one can hide."
Cheng Xiaoyu didn't say anything else. From a utilitarian point of view, he hoped that his grandfather could come out of the mountain, so that not only himself, but also the whole family would gain a certain amount of wealth through him. But he knew very well that utilitarianism at this time would be the situation that his grandfather least wanted to see.
The children are all in their sixties, and the four generations living under the same roof are ordinary farmers. He coldly lets them know that their father (grandpa) is a person who can be associated with many characters on TV and textbooks.
He should have the wealth and honor that belongs to him, but he doesn't want it. He takes his children to dig in the soil for food. It is estimated that more than half of the people will feel resentful.
"This secret will not be leaked from my mouth. It is actually good to be a pure person. Maybe I am still unable to break away from the materialistic society and am still willing to enjoy the various sensory stimulations brought by material things.
, but one day, I, Cheng Xiaoyu, will still be a pure and true person. Even if I cannot return to my hometown, I will still find a pure land in the bustling city."
An old song became Cheng Xiaoyu's companion on the road. He called Chang Hong to apply for leave, went to the supermarket to buy some food and drink, filled up the car with gas, and embarked on the journey to the capital.
"I want to walk from south to north, and I also want to walk from white to black. I want people to see me, but not know who I am. If you see that I am a little tired, please give me a bowl of water. If
You have fallen in love with me, please kiss my mouth..."
A song "Fake Monk" by Cui Jian matched with the lightning speed. He shook his head and beat his head to the rhythm of the music. This time he went to the capital. He didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face it. Should he be sad?
It seems that there is no such emotion; it should be lonely, maybe a little but not much; it should be sad, it seems that the identity of the Pei family's son-in-law is not enough...
The wife of the old man on the southern patrol died of serious illness and failed to treat. As the backbone of the team that once spread all over the country, Mr. Pei had a deep relationship with the wife of the political commissar. With the passing of one old comrade after another, fewer and fewer people are still alive.
The death of a person will affect the hearts of many people. No matter what other people's families are like, the Pei family put out the highest-level farewell procession. All the main members of the Pei family returned to Beijing. Mr. Pei has already reported to the central government that the death will be carried out.
I will attend the farewell ceremony for the body, but please do not report it to the news media. The central government has approved it.
Pei Pei is also above the night sky at the moment. She will arrive in the capital tomorrow morning. She still vaguely remembers that when she was a child, the old man and his wife from the Southern Patrol came to visit her at home. At that time, the old man was already in his twilight years, but the old lady was still healthy.
, more than ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and she was gone.
Cheng Xiaoyu went there with the mentality of a pilgrim. He had seen the sad scene on TV and thought that he would personally participate and have the opportunity to meet the leaders up close and feel the deep emotions that they were not close to.
Generals and veterans who have fought with the leader in the army, or their family members, will come to see the "Red Sister" on her last journey.
After getting the news in the afternoon, he set off. After more than six hours of driving, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he arrived in the capital. Pei Yuejin called him several times along the way, urging him to come to the courtyard first after arriving in Beijing. The old man was a little moody.
Excited, I hope Cheng Xiaoyu can use 'qigong' to help me take a look. If necessary, I hope Cheng Xiaoyu can help me adjust. The old man is old and can no longer withstand severe emotional stimulation. Once an accident occurs, no one will
I am willing to send away two loyal communist fighters one after another.
Mr. Pei was in a very depressed mood, and when he saw Cheng Xiaoyu, he just nodded reluctantly.
"You can't hide, I can't hide, and no one can hide. This is what my grandfather asked me to bring to you." How did Cheng Xiaoyu know that what Mr. Cheng called Mr. Pei was not words, but actions. He didn't come, not because
He doesn’t want to come, but he doesn’t want to come. Compared with Mr. Pei’s grief, Mr. Cheng would rather be called unsympathetic. It’s that simple. After nearly a century of wisdom, the old people have reached the point where words can be conveyed without the need for words.
the point of discourse.
Mr. Pei nodded, stood up, motioned to Cheng Xiaoyu to help him, and waved the others to leave. With Cheng Xiaoyu's support, he walked around the yard a few times, chattering about stories from the past, some of which were enough to become a legend.
Cheng Xiaoyu listened carefully to the stories from the textbooks or the most authentic historical data, and would ask questions when the old man couldn't speak clearly.
"Xiao Cheng, don't waste your Qigong on me. As I get older, I'll be satisfied if I can maintain the same state. You can't make me look forward to an eighty-year-old body forever. This is fine. Just let nature take its course."
Cheng Xiaoyu knew that his actions would not be hidden from the parties concerned, especially a wise man like Mr. Pei. He did not nod or shake his head, but said quietly: "I can't make Pei Pei sad."
Mr. Pei smiled and patted Cheng Xiaoyu's hand: "Good boy, good boy."
That night, Cheng Xiaoyu accompanied the old man to take some sleeping pills and fell asleep before leaving the small courtyard where the old man lived.
In the main hall, everyone from the Pei family was seated. Pei Huan and Jia Ping lowered their heads slightly when they saw Cheng Xiaoyu. They couldn't tell whether they didn't want to see him or were deliberately keeping a distance. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care and nodded to everyone and sat back.
In the corner, no one in the Pei family will question Cheng Xiaoyu's identity, and a considerable number of people will even put him in a relatively high position.
"Xiao Su, please tell Daewoo some of tomorrow's procedures." In fact, everyone sat together and didn't say anything. No one could sleep, they were just chatting. Cheng Xiaoyu happened to come, and Pei Yuejin's guard Su Kai gave him one by one.
Cheng Xiaoyu listened carefully as he explained what he might face tomorrow and some precautions. It was actually very simple. A few words would suffice. Even simpler, look at the person in front of you and do what he does.
At eleven o'clock, everyone dispersed to rest. Cheng Xiaoyu lay in Pei Pei's room for a while. It was four o'clock in a daze. The alarm on his cell phone rang. He rubbed his eyes and aching head and sat up.
After waking up for three minutes, I walked out of the room. Su Kai was already waiting at the door. For a proven professional security guard, four hours of sleep a day is enough to ensure that they are full of energy.
"It seems that it doesn't matter if I can't get up." Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and followed Su Kai out of the courtyard. The surroundings were silent and silent. In the capital where land is precious, there are not many places like this that are not shrouded in neon lights and are truly pure.
He opened the trunk of the car and took out a few cans of Red Bull drinks. Just as he was about to take a cigarette from his pocket, Su Kai handed him something wrapped in a newspaper: "The secretary asked me to give it to you."
Cheng Xiaoyu smiled at the special supply of cigarettes. Every once in a while, whether it was cigarettes or alcohol, they would be delivered to him through Su Kai or Sheng Xiaolei. He opened a box and lit it. He would not show off his driving skills in front of Su Kai.
Now, the fatigue of driving from Meicheng to Beijing has not faded away. I sat comfortably in the passenger seat, turned on the radio and tuned to a radio station that played soft music, and looked out the car window at the ever-extinguishing lights and feasting of Beijing. It seemed that I had never been used to this place.
Staying may be because you don't belong here at all, maybe temporarily, maybe for a lifetime.
At about nine o'clock in the morning, the auditorium of Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery was solemn and solemn, with low mourning and music. A banner with white characters on a black background hung above the main hall of the auditorium, and below the banner was the portrait of the old lady. The body lay among the flowers and cypresses, covered with a bright red party flag.
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After a series of party and state leaders paid their respects in silence to the body, the younger generation of the Pei family, led by Pei Yuejin, walked into the auditorium, slowly walked to the old lady's body amidst the sound of mourning music, stood in silence in front of the old lady's body, bowed three times, and
The family members shook hands one by one.
Mr. Pei was waiting aside with the support of Pei Pei. As Mr. Pei, he naturally entered behind the first echelon with a group of veteran cadres. The media did not report it at their request. As for Pei Jianjun, he entered with the leaders.
The atmosphere outside the auditorium was always solid. A group of old people, supported by their juniors or medical staff, left this sacred place. They did not dare to stay longer because there were too many names they were familiar with here.
Soon, the Pei family dispersed one by one, each with their own social circle. In this heavy atmosphere, sometimes they would say some heart-to-heart words. At the foot of Babao Mountain, Cheng Xiaoyu and Pei Pei supported each other on the left and right.
Behind the old man is the red flag car driven by the guard.
Taking a walk, the old man was walking on a flat road, in good spirits, and the sadness had not dissipated. The first person to park the car next to him was the current supreme leader.
We shook hands, chatted, and walked a few steps together. One left and another arrived. The old man shook hands with ten people and chatted for a while. The central thought was one sentence, dedicated to the country and the people. (To be continued. If you
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