Suddenly hearing the news of Xue Hongyun's death, Qin Bing was shocked and tears flowed down her cheeks. She hugged her brother-in-law's head and pressed it on her chest, comforting her in a low voice: "Qingzi, it's not your fault. People have good fortunes and misfortunes.
Teacher Xue has left, so we should go see him off for the last time..."
Xu Qing cried for a while and felt that his inner emotions had calmed down a bit. He raised his head and said with sobs: "We will go to Dongjiang immediately. The teacher is in the hospital."
Qin Bing wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away." The uncle and sister-in-law walked out of the studio together, quickly went to the garage to pick up the car and headed straight to Dongjiang.
In Dongjiang City Hospital, Xue Hongyun's body was lying quietly on the bed. The old man passed away without waking up. There was no pain in this way. Peace is a blessing.
Xue Guoqiang sat beside the hospital bed, his red eyes filled with tears. He just held his father's hand. Perhaps this was the last time that father and son held hands, and they were reluctant to let go!
Originally, the hospital did not allow the body to stay for too long. According to normal procedures, it should be sent to the funeral parlor. However, Mr. Xue was a special case. No one would be stupid enough to challenge the governor. That would really be a problem. As long as the governor is willing,
You can leave the old man here as long as you like.
The news of Xue Hongyun's death spread quickly. The old man himself was a master of jade carving. He was a Beidou-like figure in the industry and had a strong influence. In addition, he also had the son of a provincial governor. Now there is a sign at the door of the hospital.
It was covered with wreaths, cars of all kinds came in piles, and people craning their necks almost filled the entire hospital hall. There were several times more people waiting for corpses than people registered for treatment. Security guards were not equipped to evacuate the crowd.
Any one of these people is a provincial official. Are you brave enough to stop him?
Provincial Party Committee Secretary Zhu Desheng rushed over after receiving the news. He and Xue Guoqiang worked together, so he had to come to express condolences for this kind of thing. When he came to the hospital, he also saw this spectacular scene, with cars carrying various wreaths.
There were a lot of familiar faces, and he frowned, and it was not convenient to say anything. After all, the purpose of his visit was similar to that of these people, and he had nothing to say.
Zhu Desheng was led by his secretary to the ninth floor. Mr. Xue's body was temporarily placed in the special care ward. Now the corridor was full of people. The Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee had reached two tables of mahjong, plus he and the people in the ward.
Xue Guoqiang's team is now complete.
The director of the hospital and all the hospital leaders had no choice but to stand aside. Everyone was waiting for Xue Guoqiang to come out. As long as the governor didn't say anything, everyone had to wait. Now they have been waiting for a full two and a half hours, but no one has come.
Knocking on the door, everyone was thinking about the same question: wait a little longer, maybe he will come out!
Zhu Desheng's arrival made everyone who was standing numb suddenly feel relieved. Perhaps Secretary Zhu's arrival would make them end their wait. There was no change in emotion on Zhu Desheng's face. He had always been like this.
It will make it easy for people to get a glimpse of any thoughts in his heart.
Walking to the door of the ward, Zhu Desheng turned to his secretary and said, "I'll go in and talk to Guo Qiang. Just stay outside and wait." After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the unlocked door and walked in.
What he just said was a double entendre, and those who are willing to listen can understand its meaning.
Zhu Desheng walked into the ward door and closed the door gently. These actions did not affect Xue Guoqiang who was sitting beside the bed at all. He held his father's hand and remained silent, without tears, because the tears had dried up.
"Guoqiang, my condolences!" Zhu Desheng comforted him in a low voice. He stood there and looked at Mr. Xue who could never speak on the bed. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's a pity that a generation of jade carving masters passed away like this.
Xue Guoqiang did not turn his head and said in a low voice: "Thank you, my father passed away peacefully."
Zhu Desheng nodded and said with emotion: "Birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable processes in a person's life. Mr. Xue has left more things to future generations in this life than you and I. In a while, when we get there, we will
He will be forgotten soon, but in a few hundred years there will be people who remember Mr. Xue, and his masterpieces will be passed down forever."
Xue Guoqiang said in a low voice: "What you ask for will be different, and what you get will be different. What my father is most proud of in his life is not my son, but that he has a good apprentice who can pass on his jade carving skills. Counting time, he should
Almost there.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman cried outside the door. Then the door was pushed open, and Xue Qiong, whose face was full of tears, covered her mouth and walked in. She was very busy with her business during this time, and she rarely came back once a month.
, I originally thought that I would come back to stay with my beloved grandpa for a few days at the end of the month after my busy schedule is over, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a farewell forever!
Life is a play, and everyone plays a different role in the play. When you are born, you may be clean and ugly, and your life may last only a few decades. Before you feel the true meaning of life, you find that it has come to an end. The play has ended, and you have a life.
There are very few people who have good endings. In comparison, Mr. Xue has devoted most of his life to his favorite career and left many masterpieces that will be handed down for generations. His scene has a relatively perfect ending.
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Xue Qiong walked to the hospital bed and looked at the old man's kind face. She couldn't suppress a burst of sadness in her heart. She put down the palm covering her mouth and cried loudly. She had not stopped crying since she heard the news of her grandfather's death.
However, even her voice had become hoarse, and she no longer knew how to express the sadness in her heart except crying.
"Woooo - Grandpa, please open your eyes and look at Xiaoqiong. I'm back, I'm really back. Please wake up and look at me! Please, open your eyes and look at me... Wuwu!" Xue Qiong cried loudly.
She shouted and stroked the old man's cold cheek with her hands. She knew clearly that the grandfather who loved her the most was no longer there, but she still kept calling. Maybe she was expecting a miracle to happen.
Mr. Xue was lying on the hospital bed. He would never open his eyes again, and he could not hear his granddaughter's call in his ears. The old man passed away peacefully, which is also a blessing. In many places in the country, there are sayings about weddings and funerals. The old man finally died.
It may be a happy event that the journey was painless!
Zhu Desheng reached out and patted Xue Guoqiang's shoulder, and whispered: "Guoqiang, I have something to do and I'll leave first. I will definitely come to the meeting. I'm sorry."
Xue Guoqiang stood up and whispered: "I will send you out, and at the same time let the people outside the door disperse. My father liked peace and quiet when he was alive, and it is the same now that he is gone. If his old man had any knowledge, he would not agree to handle the funeral arrangements."
It’s too lively.”
Bang! The ward door that had just been closed was knocked to the ground, and a figure flashed in. It was Xu Qing who had arrived. He rushed to the bedside as soon as he entered the door, and grabbed the old man's wrist with his right palm. In his heart,
Also with fantasy, maybe the teacher just fell asleep, and there is still a way to wake him up...