"Are you willing to read a eulogy for the old man?"
It’s hard for Zhang Zhong to answer. Of course he is willing, but is he suitable?
What was Wang Meng's identity? He was a proletarian revolutionary of the older generation. Most of the people who wanted to attend his memorial service were high-ranking people.
He is Zhang Zhong. Although he is somewhat famous in the literary world, he is still young.
Wang Kewang knew what he was worried about, so he said, "Don't worry about anything else, just tell me if you are willing."
Zhang Zhong finally nodded and said, "Of course I do."
"Thanks."
"Need not."
…
Reading a eulogy for Wang Meng requires a lot of pressure, but Zhang Zhong knew that if he backed down because he was afraid of this pressure, he would be letting Wang Meng down.
The eulogy should not be careless. Zhang Zhong stayed in front of the computer non-stop that day to write the eulogy.
Pengpeng wanted to play with Zhang Zhong several times, but was held back by Xu Yuhan and the others.
"Dad is busy, Pengpeng, don't disturb him."
Pengpeng doesn't know the news of Wang Meng's death yet. It would be too cruel for a seven-year-old child to let her know that the grandfather she was chatting with yesterday has passed away today.
The next day, Zhang Zhong and his family arrived at the old house.
There were so many people coming that the old house could no longer accommodate them, so the memorial service was arranged in the courtyard instead of finding another place.
Wang Meng liked his own house, and the Wang family thought they could let him stay for a little longer.
Zhang Zhong saw Zhuang Yu and the others. Several of their eyes had dark circles. It seemed that they had not rested well after receiving the news.
Seeing Zhang Zhong, several people didn't know what to say.
The day before yesterday, they were still chatting and laughing here. Although they lamented that Mr. Wang's health was not as good as before, they never thought that this day would come so quickly and suddenly.
There were many dignitaries present. If it were normal times, everyone would definitely come over and chat for a few words. However, the weather was not right today, and the courtyard was crowded, so many people had to retreat outside the courtyard.
Zhang Zhong had a mission later, so he didn't go out and stayed in the yard.
The memorial service didn't begin until the afternoon.
There was a large circle in the middle of the yard, and Zhang Chong stood alone in it.
There is no host, no stage, and no microphone.
He bowed first, and then said directly: "In the early morning of October 2, 2022, Mr. Wang Meng passed away. On the day that China just celebrated its birthday, we have since lost an older generation of proletarian revolutionaries.
He is an outstanding proletarian cultural warrior, a famous writer, and a political activist who has made countless contributions to the Chinese revolution, cultural rise and education. Mr. Wang was born in Jinghai County, Tianjin City in 1916. As a boy, he worked in Jinghai
Studying at County Lutou Primary School..."
There are so many achievements that can be mentioned in a life that lasted for more than a hundred years. Zhang Zhong is not too tedious. He started from Wang Meng Elementary School and continued until he served as a soldier for a period of time and then went to college. After leaving school, he picked up a gun and finally
All experiences from the pen.
Zhang Chong did not show off his literary talents, but simply told Wang Meng's life in detail.
Until the end, Zhang Zhong took a deep breath, "Mr. Wang Meng's multi-faceted efforts in spiritual production throughout his life have made great contributions to the entire nation. He will be with the great souls of all nations and eras in history.
Like the stars in the deep sky, always shining above our heads!"
After Zhang Zhong finished speaking, he bowed to his family members and guests, and then bowed deeply to where Wang Meng was.
…
Wang Meng's death is no small matter. He had a high status and a good reputation.
The daily newspaper published the news of Mr. Wang Meng's death that day.
After seeing this news, many people realized that Wang Meng had been there all along.
This name is too old for everyone, but whether you are a history fan, a military fan or a book fan, you all know that there is such a person.
For a time, the Internet was flooded with eulogies to mourn Mr. Wang Meng.
People from the political world, the business world, and the entertainment industry, whether it is true or false, they all come out.
On the contrary, Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, who are usually close to Wang Meng, were collectively silent online because they were all present.
Originally, CCTV wanted to come over to do a special feature and wanted to film the memorial service, but Wang Kewang and the others directly rejected it.
"You must be sick."
This was the first time that Zhang Zhong heard Wang Kewang swearing. For such a gentle and gentle man, even if he uttered a mild swear word, you could see that he was depressed.
Wang Kewang had forced a smile before and said that the old man was mourning. It was a blessing for a man over a hundred years old to be able to walk quietly without much pain.
But looking at his red eyes, you can tell how many tears he secretly wiped away.
"I want to burn some books for the old man. Some of them are yours, is that okay?" At the end of the memorial service, Wang Kewang went to Zhang Zhong and asked.
Zhang nodded, "Of course, what do you need me to do?"
"No need, as long as you agree."
…
On the way home, Pengpeng was in a daze.
She is no longer young. Although Zhang Zhong did not directly tell her that Wang Meng was dead, after seeing today's scene and seeing the photos of the mourning hall, she already understood what happened.
After they returned to the hotel, Zhang Zhong was sitting alone in the room. Pengpeng ran over and asked him, "Dad, it's dark, do people need to rest?"
Zhang Zhong glanced at his daughter and wondered why she suddenly said this.
"The old man told me that day that people should rest when it gets dark. Does resting mean death?"
Zhang Zhong pulled his daughter to sit next to him, touched her head and said, "People always need to rest. Sometimes they need to rest for a shorter period of time, sometimes they need to rest for a longer period of time."
"Dad, I want to sleep with Teacher Xu tonight, is that okay?"
"Yes, but you have to ask Teacher Xu if he is willing."
"Then I'll go ask her later, Dad, don't be sad, okay?"
Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter and forced a strange smile, "Do I look sad?"
Pengpeng nodded heavily, "Yeah."
Zhang Zhong sighed. The child's eyes really couldn't deceive him. He was really sad. Especially when he read the eulogy for Wang Meng today, there were several times when he couldn't help but burst into tears, but he finally held it back.
Human emotions are so wonderful. He actually didn't have much interaction with Wang Meng, but he could feel an inexplicable closeness.
Wang Kewang said that the old man had him in his heart, so how could he not have Wang Meng in his heart?
Wang Meng is a respectable person. If he had been born a few decades earlier, the two of them might have become good friends, just like the relationship between him and Zhuang Yu now.