After a long time, Tang lured the goods to be frightened and turned his head sideways. But it was Xiao Ningning who took her hand at the signal of her mother.

Smiling at the little sister, Tang Yi also noticed that the whole family behind him was waiting for his reaction. Hurriedly said, "Back, back".

Looking at the grim or concerned or panicked expressions on the faces of his relatives, Tang Yi suddenly felt that his shoulders were heavy, and unconsciously, he had become the backbone of the Tang family.

During these days, my relatives have heard all kinds of bad rumors, yes, the old lady is about to pass away, and the Tang family is so strong. And there is an idiom called prosperity and decline, the Tang family is too powerful, too jealous and jealous. The stronger the family, the more difficult it is to resist internal and external risks when encountering major changes. What does the future hold? Who has the bottom in their hearts?

For Director Le's hints, Tang Yi has actually been mentally prepared, the first department of the college has many old friends and the new generation of cadres with similar political ideas to himself, but in fact, the Tang department is a representative of a certain bureaucracy in the eyes of most civilian cadres in the first department of the college, after the death of Tang Lao, whether the general secretary agrees with himself or not, it is imperative for the general secretary to divide and weaken until the existence of this bureaucracy is eliminated.

Perhaps, integrating oneself into the first department of the college, accepting the political ideas of the college, and then becoming the leader of the next generation of the college, is what the core figures of the first department of the college believe to be a "win-win."

Where should I go? Tang Yi sighed softly, he lost his grandfather's protection, and he had to face all kinds of forces from now on, the sudden pressure was suffocating, but Tang Yi's mind seemed to have never been as clear as it was now, he thought silently, and slowly walked back to the small building with his family.

"Quick, quick, Xiaoyi, grandpa is awake!"

The night light came out faintly, Tang Yi was leaning on the sand in the lounge and napping, Xiao Jinhua's hurried voice woke him up suddenly, and he stood up suddenly, not noticing the little sister who had been sitting quietly beside him, and ran towards the door quickly.

Most of the family members were resting in the hospital hotel, and there were not many people in the lounge, only Tang Xinxiao and He Sen, but they all woke up at this time, and they followed Tang Yi out like a swarm.

When Tang Yi hurriedly rushed to the hospital bed in the ward, and saw his grandfather's slightly open eyes, muttering lips that seemed to want to say something but only slightly squirmed, Tang Yi's heart was like a knife, and his eyes became wet all of a sudden.

Almost tremblingly, he stretched out his hand to hold his grandfather's old and cold hand, Tang Yi wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Grandpa seemed to slowly see the person in front of him clearly, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, and the frequency of his lips squirming became faster, as if he had something to say.

Tang Yi hurriedly put his ear to his grandfather's lips. Listening to grandpa, it seems to be calling "Xiaoyi" over and over again

Tang Yi wanted to cry in his grandfather's arms, and wanted to tell his grandfather that you are not allowed to die, but in the end he just endured his grief and said softly in his grandfather's ear, "Grandpa, don't worry about me."

Grandpa seemed to have a smile on his face, yes, the success or failure of power in the world, but when this old man who had a great influence on the glory was dying, it was just a passing moment, what he cared about most was just this home,

2 concave years. At 2:00,000 a.m. on the day of the moon, Donald passed away. In the eulogy of the news agency, he spoke highly of Donald's life, calling him "a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionary, a military strategist, a statesman, a time-tested soldier, and an outstanding leader of the party, the state and the army."

On the day of the mouth, the announcer announced on the radio and television, over and over again, in hundreds of cities, the mourning music did not stop for a moment, and the buses in the capital were all draped with white flowers and black ribbons, such mourning specifications may be more common in the ** decade. But in the new century, it is not only shock, but also shock.

A van drove out of the People's Liberation Army, carrying a coffin, wearing a black veil, and slowly heading west under the escort of a police car.

Crowds stood on both sides of the street, and hearses passed. Sorrow arose, the blue sky was suddenly cloudy, and mourning hovered over the city. On the list of party and state leaders who escorted the cremation of the remains, all nine members of the Standing Committee were present.

When Gao Jingtian shook hands with the high-ranking young cadre in fear, his brain became blank at that moment.

Gao Jingtian is the secretary of the town party committee of Beishan Town, Donggu County, Nanzhou City, Jiangnan, and came to Beijing to attend Tang Lao's memorial service with the water and soil of Tang Lao's hometown.

Accompanying Gao Jingtian by plane to Beijing were Yu Xiejun, member of the Standing Committee of the Jiangnan Provincial CPC Committee and secretary of the Nanzhou City CPC Committee, Zhao Mingwei, secretary of the Donggu County CPC Committee, and other leading cadres of provinces, cities, and counties.

Of course, members of the Jiangnan leadership group, such as Guo Wentian, member of the Politburo and secretary of the provincial party committee, Song Changguo, governor of the province, and Sun Wangwang, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, either presided over local mourning activities in Jiangnan, or entered the funeral committee in the capital to devote themselves to the affairs of Tang Lao, and the division of labor is extremely clear.

"Hometown, good." Patting Gao Jingtian's hand, Tang Yi said with some emotion, yes, grandpa's hometown is here

"Secretary Tang, you mourn!" Gao Jingtian didn't know what to say in front of this high-ranking official. You can only express your feelings in the shortest words.

Tang Yi nodded slightly, and his gaze turned to Yu Xie Jun.

When he was in the State Council's Wind Office, Tang Yi began to have contact with Yu Xie Jun, who was the director of the Jiangnan Provincial Rectification Office at that time, and more than ten years later. He is already one of the core figures of the Jiangnan leadership team.

"Let's sit, sit down, Tang Yi sat in a circle, sat on the sand in the center, and sighed lightly, "Thank you for the kindness of the people in your hometown." Although I grew up in Beijing since I was a child, my grandfather often told me that I should not forget my book, and remember that I am a native of Beishan. ”

When it came to Donald, everyone was silent.

Tang Yi looked at Gao Jingtian and asked, "How are the Beishan folks living?" The people of Jiangnan have always been wealthy, and the two years of exhibition are also very fast. What do you think? What's new over there? I'll listen. ”

Gao Jingtian smiled restrainedly, and when he saw that Tang Yi was approachable, he was a little less uneasy, and said, "Buildings have been built where conditions permit, and there are also many people in villages who have bought cars, of course, many of them are for livelihood, not as a means of transportation, Secretary Tang." I hope to go to Liaodong to have a look, and I heard that the construction of the new countryside in Liaodong is very good, and the car penetration rate in the countryside has reached a percentage point.

Tang Yi smiled: "Really? And such a statistic? I have never liked to look at these things, and if the data is taken seriously, the cadres below are prone to develop the style of false reporting and exaggeration, but we still have to look at the reality to see whether the living standards of the peasants have really improved. ”

Gao Jingtian nodded admiringly, he has a real amount of money, and no matter how much the data he reports, it can be calculated in different calculation methods, but in fact, it is often a thousand miles away.

After talking for a while, Gao Jingtian, Zhao Mingwei and others said goodbye very interestingly, leaving only Yu Xie Jun and Tang Yi in the living room.

There is no doubt that Yu Xie Jun also wants to talk to Tang Yi alone, as one of the core members of the Jiangnan cadre group, Yu Xie Jun is now under some unknown pressure, and there are rumors outside, all of which are spreading that there is a saying in the capital. There will be a major reshuffle of cadres in Jiangnan this year and next year, and regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, everyone in Jiangnan knows that the political situation will be different from now on.

Although Yu Xie Jun knew that Tang Yi would not say anything to him, he could always hear something more or less.

"Secretary Tang, you mourn, Donald has passed away. We are all in the same grief, the most annoying are still three people, unwilling to admit Donald's historical status, I heard that in the preparation of the obituary, some people began to jump out and say strange things, this practice is too chilling! I believe that thousands of party members are watching Tang's contribution. Some people are vainly trying to block the car with their mantis arms and move against the tide of history, and at such a stage they still blindly put political struggle in the first place, and thousands of party members will not agree! ”

Hearing Yu Xie Jun's statement, Tang Yi didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Tomorrow's memorial service is the general secretary's eulogy, right? Yu Xie Jun asked with concern.

Tang Yi nodded again. Tang Yi participated in the drafting and deliberation of the eulogy, and it was also finally adopted by the Standing Committee, in the evaluation of Tang Lao. In fact, there is no disagreement at the top, the Politburo Standing Committee. Of course, even if there is a disagreement, no one will take the initiative to show it. The theorists below are waving their flags and shouting.

Tang Yi listened to Xie Jun's words, and he also knew what he was worried about, thinking about it, many comrades in Jiangnan have such and such worries, and they can't complain about it. In Liaodong, isn't it the same that some cadres are unstable?

"Xie Jun, we are old friends, although grandpa is gone, the huge spiritual wealth he left behind will not disappear, this is for us to inherit Yang, but Nanzhou is grandpa's hometown, you must pay attention to proportions in publicity, don't go too far, don't engage in personality cult

Tang Yi knows that the stubborn disease of some politicians is that they don't know how to judge the situation, and the more difficult the situation, the easier it is to take the wrong step, as if the grandfather has passed away, if Nanzhou uses the means of desperately promoting his grandfather as a way to resist external pressure, and still uses the influence of his grandfather to resist external forces, the bitter fruit will be fatal.

Yu Xie Jun nodded lightly, as if digesting Tang Yi's every word.

"Of course, the older generation of revolutionaries passed away one by one. It has also opened up the ground for certain speculations that slander the party's history, and on this point we must be vigilant and vigilant against the phenomenon of maliciously smearing and tampering with the party's glorious history. We must wage a resolute struggle against these people. ”

Tang Yi's final categorical words lifted Yu Xiejun's spirits, and Tang Yi's heart swelled with indescribable pride, the current situation. It's no longer just Taoguang Yanghui who can face it, this huge and trembling group behind him needs someone to stand up!