Heaven and Earth Sadness

If you hold on, maybe you will still be smooth ahead after you overcome this hurdle. [.Com text] However, if you can't stand firmly and are kicked by someone else and fall apart, the ending will be hard to say.

What will happen to the future? Who can have a clear mind without experiencing it?

Just as the old man said himself, he himself hated the faction. But he was by his side, over the past decades, a huge political group led by the Liu family has formed.

The so-called "big roots" are the deeper than this, and this is not something that can be used to divert one person's thoughts. I'm afraid that in the eyes of most popular cadres, the Liu Shi is actually a representative of a certain bureaucratic group. No matter what your original intention is, in the eyes of outsiders, the Liu Shi is indeed a political entity that has influenced the direction of the country.

After the death of my grandfather, no matter whether people sincerely respect my grandfather or have to respect it due to the form, no matter whether they agree with the style of the group, differentiate and weaken, until the existence of such a bureaucratic group is an imperative action by the top leaders.

Fortunately, my uncle and second uncle stood proudly in front of me, otherwise I would have lost my grandfather’s protection and I would have to face all kinds of pressures from all sides from now on. The sudden heavy pressure would definitely be enough to suffocate.

With more than two years left, my uncle is about to step down, but I am afraid that it will be the time to test myself. Although I was sleeping hazy, Zhao Jianhui felt that his mind had never been as clear as it is now. He closed his eyes and thought silently, which made outsiders seem to be sleeping, and he didn't even flash his eyelashes.

"Quick, hurry, heart-boosting needle, Mr. Liu can't do it..." At this moment, the door of the ward was opened from the inside, and Dean Ma's face with sweat came out from the inside, calling out loudly at the nurse outside. The lounge where Zhao Jianhui was actually the suite of the outside room. When his father and uncle went out just now, they did not close the door tightly, and Dean Ma's voice could still be heard clearly.

He woke up suddenly and stood up, noticing that Long Lingyun, who had been sitting quietly beside him, ran towards the door quickly.

The eldest aunt, the second aunt, the second aunt, and the other cousins, Liu Meiyu, Liu Meiqi and other cousins, most of them rest in the hospital and hotel. There are not many people in the lounge now, only Zhao Jianhui, Long Lingyun and Dafeng Erfeng helped watch Xiao Longlong. When he heard this, he all rushed out with Zhao Jianhui like a rush.

When Zhao Jianhui rushed to the sickbed in the ward, he saw that his grandfather's slightly opened eyes had lost his former luster. He murmured as if he wanted to say something, but he just wriggled his lips slightly, but he couldn't make any sound.

Zhao Jianhui's heart was as if he was stolen, and his eyes were wet.

Liu Zongxin and Liu Qingbin also ran in from the corridor. Liu Zongxin ran inside and still called his cell phone for someone.

Zhao Jianhui almost trembled and stretched out his hand, holding grandpa's old cold hand, trying to say anything, but opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Inside his eyes, big tears rolled down to the ground.

The old man seemed to slowly see the person in front of him, his eyes lit up, and his lips squirmed faster, as if he had something to say.

Judging from the mouth shape, grandpa seemed to be calling his name "Xiaohui..."

"Dad, what else can you not let go of? Tell me, I will do it for you..." Liu Zongxin rushed to the hospital bed, his voice trembling.

However, the old man's eyes were always staring at Zhao Jianhui's face and could not say anything.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside. Liu Meiyu supported her grandmother, followed by three daughters-in-law, and a group of granddaughters and grandchildren rushed in.

As soon as my grandmother came in, she threw herself into her husband's arms and cried: "Old man, you have always been strong all your life and have always kept your word. Why did you say that you wanted to pay the debt in this matter? When we first met, I said you were more than ten years older than me, and then I was left alone and I didn't want to marry you an old man. What did you say? You said you were in good health and would definitely go with me. Why are you cheating when you are old and you are about to leave now, wuwu..."

She is also an old man in her 80s, and she can't cry like this, so everyone forced her to persuade her to do so. The old lady has been with her husband for the rest of her life, and she has been going through ups and downs for sixty or seventy years. That relationship is absolutely sincere. Seeing that the old man is leaving now, how could she not feel sad from the bottom of her heart?

Perhaps because he heard the crying of the ***, the old man on the hospital bed seemed very excited, his eyes seemed to have become very bright, and his pale face turned a little flushed again.

Finally, he persuaded grandma, uncle Liu Zongchang and second uncle Liu Zongcheng, and rushed in. At this time, the old man had actually reached his deathbed, but he still kept his breath and did not close his eyes. His face became more and more flushed, his throat was squirming, making a giggling sound.

It seemed that the old man was in great pain.

Zong Chang bent down deeply with tears in his eyes, leaning his mouth almost against the old man's ear, and said in a low voice: "Dad, you have worked hard for the revolutionary work all your life, and it's time to rest in peace, so you can leave with confidence."

Zong Cheng also choked and said, "Dad, sons will definitely take good care of this family, so don't worry..." The old man's eyes turned twice, as if he heard what his son said. But he still opened his eyes wide and refused to close his eyes that had a trace of concern.

After both brothers finished speaking, Zong Xin also endured his grief and said, "Dad, don't force yourself. We three brothers will definitely uphold your wishes and carry forward the Liu family."

The old man's throat seemed to be louder, and his eyes became louder and louder. Zhao Jianhui squeezed from behind his father and said softly in his grandfather's ear: "Grandpa, do you still remember what we said? The grandson will always keep it in mind. If you stay, stay, and if you retreat, retreat. As long as it is a matter that is beneficial to the nation and the country, what are personal honors and disgraces gains and losses?

As Zhao Jianhui said, grandpa seemed to have a smile on his face. Yes, the success or failure of the world's great things is just a passing cloud in the heart of this prosperous old man. What he cares most about is the country where he gave birth to him.

On February 6, 2010, December 23, 2009, at 4:23 pm, Mr. Liu passed away.

In the eulogy broadcast on the TV station, Mr. Liu was highly praised and called him "a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionary, a military strategist, a politician, a long-tested warrior, an outstanding leader of the party, the country and the army."

General Secretary Kang Jing'an, Premier Guo Jiru and the Standing Committee members rushed to the hospital as soon as possible and bowed three times to the old man's body in Mr. Liu's ward. General Secretary Kang's eyes with black-edged frames shone with crystal tears. The eight members of the Standing Committee except Liu Zongchang were all sad.

The farewell ceremony of the body, memorial service and other agendas have been formulated long ago. CCTV broadcasts the memorial service held by the Central Committee, the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, the State Council, the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and the Central Military Commission for Mr. Liu. When the General Secretary's eyes were filled with tears in his eyes and expressed the deep condolences of Mr. Liu's great achievements with a sad voice, expressing the deep condolences of the whole party, army and people of all ethnic groups in the country, the TV screen was filled with tears, and hundreds of cities were constantly mourning. Many people spontaneously gathered outside the memorial service, hanging their vernacular words, silently expressing the respectable old man.

The van carrying Liu Lao's coffin was covered with black veil and slowly traveled west under the escort of the police car. The ten-mile long street was filled with people who came to see him off. The cars parked on both sides of the road spontaneously honked their whistles to express their condolences to Liu Lao.

Mr. Liu's ashes were placed in Babao Mountain, where he finally reunited with his old comrades again.

Looking at the screen, the black veil, wreaths, and portraits, the nine members of the Standing Committee took the lead and guided the people attending the funeral to circle the tomb for a while, and the military band played a tragic and mournful joy.

At this moment, in the conference room of Feilong Hotel, all the girls led by Ye Qiuyu and their children stood silently and saw off with a pious heart to see the most influential old man in the world today.

As the camera angle changes, Zhao Jianhui, who is standing in the front row with a solemn face, also appeared on the TV screen. Gan Xiaojing stared at his slightly thin face in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. At this time, you must hold on. There are so many people in this room that need you to protect.

Not everyone is qualified to attend a funeral of this type. The girls are not suitable for showing up now. If you want to go to Mr. Liu’s grave to mourn, you can only wait for these two days.

Mo Zhongtian of Jiangnan Province is qualified to attend the funeral of Mr. Liu, including Deng Yanrong, Chen Yaowu and his wife, Xu Yuanzhong of Nanyue Province, Min Nanfeng, Minister of Supervision, and others. The three sons and two handsome children of the Liu family thanked each one.

After returning home, Zhao Jianhui sat alone on the sofa in a daze. Long Lingyun knew that it was difficult to comfort his sad heart when he said anything at this time, so he didn't say anything, but just sat down next to him. Zhao Jianhui threw himself into Long Lingyun's arms and burst into tears.

Who says men don’t cry easily? That’s because they haven’t reached the sad place.

Long Lingyun gently hugged his head, his soft fingers kept rubbing Zhao Jianhui's head, and whispered: "Cry, it's good to cry..."

After she said this, Zhao Jianhui's crying stopped abruptly. He straightened up and shook his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Okay, I won't cry anymore. The more I am at this time, the more I have to cheer up and not worry grandpa."

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