The car arrived at Nanping Station at 10:50 in the morning, according to Chen Changqing's previous arrangement, Charlie Chen did not need to get off the train, he went directly to Rongcheng, where there was a special person to contact him and go through the procedures for going to Xiangjiang in advance.

Chen Changqing took Li Jianguo's father and son off the train, and there were people at the station to pick them up, because there were not many people attending the memorial service for Secretary Zhao, many people came by train, and there were reception staff at the station.

First went to have a simple lunch, a car loaded the three of them, and drove out of the city, the road is not good, there are still more than two hours to the cemetery area.

Today is a cloudy day, and the sun occasionally peeks through the cracks in the clouds, painting a brilliant halo.

Jeeps are driven at normal speeds, with various cars in front and behind.

Chen Changqing spoke to the driver without saying a word.

The driver, a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and a black cloth tied around his arm, drove the car to explain the current situation to the three people: "Some people came yesterday, you are relatively late, and you will be cremated at 3 o'clock in the afternoon,......

Chen Changqing asked who the people were, the driver introduced them without a word, there were all over the place, Zhao's old secretary's friends, old subordinates, there were a lot of people, and some came in the morning and left.

Li Jianguo leaned back in the chair, his gaze swept over his son's face.

There was silence in the car, only the engine with the sound of the whole car, Li Yiming leaned against the window and didn't speak, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Jianguo occasionally said a few words, but he was more concerned about his son's state, although he sat on the best soft sleeper in his life yesterday, but he found that his son was becoming more and more silent and nervous, was he not sleeping yesterday?

Such a son is completely different from when he was in the Hangzhou Hotel, Li Jianguo can vaguely guess the reason, but he can't say it.

"It's almost there!" the driver began.

Chen Changqing sat in the passenger seat, leaning his hand against the window, smoking a cigarette, the smoke was blown away by the mountain wind, and occasionally blown into the car.

Li Yiming hadn't spoken for a long time, looking out the window surrounded by green hills, pines and cypresses, and the long asphalt road was a little shabby, winding towards a wide building.

"Stop, I'm going to get out of the car. He exclaimed suddenly.

The car slowly pulled to the side of the road.

Chen Changqing looked at him inexplicably: "What's the matter? ”

Li Yiming pushed the car door, jumped out of the car, looked up at his father, opened his mouth and stopped.

Li Jianguo looked at him with some understanding, and said to Chen Changqing in front of him, "Let's go up first!"

The car door closed, the car drove forward again, and Chen Changqing's strange eyes looked back at Li Yiming's back.

The boy on the side of the road slowly walked in the opposite direction.

"What's wrong?" Chen Changqing asked in a low voice.

Li Jianguo exhaled lightly and shook his head: "He doesn't want to go up." ”

Chen Changqing squinted his eyes and watched Li Yiming's back farther and farther away from the rearview mirror.

I saw Li Yiming first standing under a pine tree on the side of the road, and then slowly sat on the stone, burying his head in his hands, his thin shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly, and his body gradually blurred and became smaller, lonely and lonely.

The child was crying, and a thought flashed through Chen Changqing's mind, why, afraid of seeing a dead person? That young man was not as brave as he thought.

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The car then drove to the parking lot, Li Jianguo and Chen Changqing came down and saw a long banner in front of the building: Comrade Zhao Shan's memorial service.

There are rows of wreaths on the side, and various banners are laid to create a solemn atmosphere.

Li Jianguo had already seen Zhao Hongjun, who was the eldest son, standing there shaking hands with the guests one by one with a sad face.

Those people, there are old people, there are middle-aged people, and there are young people.

Against the backdrop of green mountains, this mourning hall with black and white as the main tone is particularly eye-catching.

Li Jianguo walked over quickly, and Chen Changqing was in front of him.

As the flow of people walked in front of Zhao Hongjun, Chen Changqing didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Hongjun tightly, nodded, and walked inside.

Zhao Hongjun had already seen Li Jianguo just now, but his eyes turned behind him, and there was doubt in his eyes, obviously strange why Li Yiming was not there.

Li Jianguo walked up to Zhao Hongjun, looked at his eyes that were already red and swollen from crying, and said in a low voice: "Red Army, mourn!"

Li Jianguo knew what he was thinking, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhao Hongjun's eyes froze, and a trace of shock flashed on his face, but he quickly nodded tightly, held Li Jianguo's hand, looked out from a distance, and said in a low voice: "Understand." ”

Li Jianguo followed the flow of people and walked inside, he had not attended a memorial service of such a specification, but he had seen it on TV.

Surrounded by flowers, a bright red flag was covered with an old man who looked like a peaceful sleeper, he was dressed in a neat Mao suit, a pair of freshly cleaned leather shoes on his feet, and some of his sparse white hair was meticulously combed.

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The voice from more than a hundred meters away was so harsh, so sad.

Under the pine tree, Li Yiming hung his head, covered his ears with both hands, bit a pine needle in his mouth, and had tears on his face, lonely and silent.

In fact, until now, Li Yiming is unwilling to accept the death of Grandpa Zhao.

That day he was expelled from school and locked in the house by his father, he left a note, jumped downstairs, ran into the distance, and wept bitterly in front of his mother's grave, but after the tears dried, he found the courage to continue running,...... The mood that day was similar to today.

The sunlight shone down from the shade of the trees, forming strange and bright fragments on the ground, but they did not reflect themselves.

Li Yiming was waiting, waiting for the ceremony to end, and he admitted that he was afraid, afraid that seeing that Grandpa Zhao, seeing his dead appearance, would destroy Grandpa Zhao's image in his heart.

After passing the phone call that day, Grandpa Zhao was like his partner, although he had never met, although he was so much older, he was doing the same thing, a little friend who ran for the better tomorrow!

But he passed away not long after the phone call......

If I don't look and don't know, he will live forever, just like living in the distance, and he will never grow old, just like his mother!

Although they were silent, they knew my grievances, Li Yiming bit his lower lip tightly, and tears fell one by one, wetting the ground.

In the grass in front of him, there was a group of ants on the ground moving a bug in a very orderly manner, and all the ants bit the body of the worm and pulled it back hard, and the bug moved a little slowly.

But after a while, there seemed to be fewer ants in one direction, and the insects were constantly dragged in one direction.

I don't know how long it took, but the bug was finally pulled into a small hole, under the roots of the tree.

There are still many ants crawling around on the ground, and a few of them have already climbed up to his feet, Li Yiming doesn't care, just watch quietly, and his tears are unconsciously dried by the mountain wind.

There was a sound of footsteps on the road, and it was my father coming.

It wasn't until his father came to his side and gently pressed his hand on his shoulder that he shook suddenly.

Li Jianguo looked at the sky and was silent for a long time, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but here, it was a mountain, and his son would be unhappy.

"The old man's name is Zhao Shan," Li Jianguo said with some sighs, "I've heard about him." His health has been poor and he has been unable to walk for two years. ”

Li Yiming didn't speak, just listened quietly.

"In a moment, put the urn in the cemetery, you can go up and have a look. That's fine. ”

Li Yiming suddenly raised his head: "Dad, am I very timid?"

Li Jianguo shook his head: "No, you're not cowardly! Just ......"

Li Jianguo suddenly choked up and couldn't go on.

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