As they drove off, Lin Xiaoguang talked about the event to commemorate the death of Mr. Song organized by the Hong Kong University Student Union.
After listening, Mr. Zhai fell silent for a while and became serious.
"Dad, are you worried that the school or the Hong Kong government will prevent students from commemorating Mr. Song?" Zhai Ying asked, sitting in the passenger seat.
Mr. Zhai shook his head: "It doesn't mean that no matter how vicious the school and the Hong Kong government are, they should not cause more trouble at this juncture. After all, Mr. Song has a special status and is not just our comrade."
"Then what are you worried about?" Zhai Ying pointed at his brow.
Mr. Zhai frowned, his expression was quite serious, he shook his head and said: "I'm just thinking that the students are young and energetic, so they need to pay attention to their guidance, otherwise they will get emotional and do something outrageous on impulse, even if the school doesn't
Whatever they say, the Hong Kong government will take action. We must avoid what happened when we protected the Diaoyu Islands last time and prevent tragedies from happening again."
When the topic of protecting the Diaoyu Islands came up, Zhai Ying fell silent and the atmosphere became gloomy.
She knew about that incident. She was only in primary school at the time. The whole of Hong Kong was in a state of turmoil. The police were arresting people everywhere, especially at the University of Hong Kong, which was at the center of the storm.
Raising his head, Mr. Zhai looked at Lin Xiaoguang in front of him and showed a reluctant smile: "You reminded me very well this time. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that students are more impulsive. You must be careful this time to prevent it from happening again."
The tragedy last time.”
"Yeah." Lin Xiaoguang nodded and asked, "What do I need to do?"
"No need." Mr. Zhai shook his head: "Your most important task at the moment is to study hard and do your job well. Don't get involved in other things."
"Okay." He nodded solemnly.
After saying this, Mr. Zhai suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "During this period, the Rise of Great Powers was serialized daily, which aroused widespread concern among the citizens of Xiangjiang. Other newspapers were also discussing the topic of the rise of great powers. You are a great contributor to the newspaper.
, now your company’s appointment has been announced, right? How about it, do our newspaper companies still want to come over?”
"As long as you come here, the deputy editor position will be available." He stared at Lin Xiaoguang with burning eyes.
The latter raised his head, saw his smiling eyes, immediately waved his hands, hesitated, and said: "I have little talent and knowledge, so I may not be qualified. However, there is a saying that revolutionary work is like bricks. They can be moved wherever they are needed, so I
Individuals obey organizational arrangements.”
Mr. Zhai, who was in his fifties and sixties, ate more salt than rice. He didn't understand when he heard this, so he laughed and scolded: "You are really a slippery person."
Zhai Ying also laughed out loud, making her branches quiver with laughter.
Lin Xiaoguang sent Mr. Zhai to the Xiangjiang Daily building, and then sent Zhai Ying to Wenwei Daily. Then he returned to school and continued to pay attention to the development of the matter.
It is universally recognized that Soong Ching Ling is a great name, and he is well deserved to be called Mr.
After Mr. Song passed away on the 29th, according to his living will, the body was cremated in Babaoshan on the 2nd. A memorial meeting was held on the afternoon of the same day. On the 4th, according to his living will, the ashes were transported to the Shanghai Wanguo Cemetery, that is, Song Garden, and buried in
Return to your parents on the east side of the tomb where their parents are buried together.
During this period, upon hearing of Mr. Song's passing, messages of condolence from leaders, political parties, friendly individuals and groups around the world flew to the mainland like snow, and condolence activities were held in many countries and regions.
After the memorial service in Peking and the burial ceremony in Shanghai, the commemorative activities in Hong Kong also came to an end, as did the University of Hong Kong, and Ho Yaowen was free again.
Fortunately, the students did not behave excessively, and the school and the Hong Kong government watched with cold eyes from beginning to end.
On the day of the 4th, it started to rain outside in the morning. It was pouring and pouring. From time to time, strong winds blew. The wind was so strong that even umbrellas could not be opened when walking on the road. The entire Hong Kong Island was shrouded in wind and rain.
It seems that typhoon season has arrived.
The wind and rain were swaying outside, and the temperature dropped sharply. It was too cold to go out, so I had to stay inside.
Lin Xiaozheng had been staying in his room for several days recently, and his whole body was about to get moldy. Seeing this, Lin Xiaoguang pulled him out by force, sat on the sofa in the living room, and handed him a bottle of wine.
"Come, drink!"
Lin Xiaozheng glared at him, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. He drank a little too quickly and choked.
Lin Xiaoguang also joined in for a drink.
Of course he knew why the latter was in a bad mood. He had no choice but to blame the cross-strait issue.
Mr. Song’s funeral committee in Peiping sent telegrams to Mr. Song’s relatives in the United States, Taiwan and Xiangjiang to inform them of Mr. Song’s death. Most of these relatives were from the Song, Chiang, Kong and Sun families.
For example, Song Meiling, Song Ziwen's wife, Song Zilianghe, Jiang Jingguo, Weiguo brothers, Song Confucius' children Lingkan, Lingyi, Lingjun, and Sun Ke's children Zhiping, Zhiqiang, Suifen, Suiying, etc.
At the same time, an announcement was issued to welcome Mr. Song's relatives and friends to attend the funeral. At the same time, China Airlines' special plane can land at Peking Capital Airport and Shanghai Hongqiao Airport. All expenses will be paid by the funeral committee.
Regrettably, on June 1, the Taipei Telegraph Office sent an "expedited service call" to the Peiping Long Distance Telecommunications Bureau and stated that it "refuses to accept it."
As a Taiwan student, Lin Xiaozheng, although he had great respect for Mr. Song, due to the above-mentioned special reasons, he was unable to participate in the commemorative activities to express his memory. He was extremely depressed, depressed and sentimental.
"Don't think so much and drink." Lin Xiaoguang didn't say much, just urging him to drink.
Lin Xiaozheng said nothing and just drank.
The two of them sat facing each other, not talking, and there was no food or drink. They just drank the bottle of Xifeng wine he brought from his hometown, one cup at a time, like pouring beans.
Although he didn't speak, Lin Xiaozheng knew that Lin Xiaoguang understood him. Among the four people in 140A, he was the only one who understood him best.
Just drink like this and slowly get drunk.
The death of Mr. Song has passed like this. Although the people are sentimental, they cannot be immersed in excessive remembrance. They still have to live their lives, but their mood is a bit heavier, just like the continuous rain in Xiangjiang.
Until suddenly one day, the sky cleared up and the sky was clear and cloudless.
One morning in mid-June, Lin Xiaoguang and Catherine came back from running outside. As soon as they returned to the dormitory, Lin Xiaozheng came out of the bathroom yawning and said without raising his head: "Aguang, I forgot to tell you, someone just called.
I'm looking for you, but you're not here. The person here is named Mao, and I want you to call me back."
"Thanks!"
He thought about who was calling him. He picked up a towel to wipe his sweat and picked up the phone to make a call. When he saw the number, he was stunned for a moment. It turned out to be the company's number. Could it be that the sales department wanted to see him for something?
?
"Hello?"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right over." Lin Xiaoguang's face became serious. It was the newly appointed minister who came and asked to see him by name.
After hanging up the phone, he started to pack up and get ready to go out.
"Why are you going?" Lin Xiaozheng asked.
"Going out for a trip." He smiled and didn't say much. While packing and dressing, he said casually: "I won't be able to come back in time at noon. You can eat lunch by yourself without waiting for me."