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With the appearance of Secretary-General Wang, the atmosphere in the venue changed again.

Although Secretary-General Wang's level is equivalent to Liu Minggao, he can't bear to be the leader of the provincial ~ party committee, and he is in the prime of life, and now the situation is almost clear, and it may only be a matter of time before he goes further.

Although everyone in the venue wanted to come forward and get close to the future leaders of the provincial party committee, Secretary General Wang was very low-key, and only exchanged a few words with everyone, then shut up and stood aside with a gloomy face, waiting for the start of the final ceremony.

Seeing this, everyone could only stand in place and send Liu Yifan on his last journey together.

The final ceremony was very simple, Liu Minggao and Qian Cuifen said a few words respectively, the hearse had already driven to the door, and next, Liu Yifan was going to the Chengdong Cemetery to be buried.

Secretary-General Wang personally watched Liu Yifan's urn being hugged by Zhou Quanbei into the hearse, and then with his entourage, he got into a silver Odyssey business car with a provincial license plate next to him.

At this time, the whole funeral process has basically been completed, except for the closest relatives, other outsiders are not good to continue to follow the Liu family to the cemetery for burial, and soon, with the departure of the hearse and more than a dozen family cars, hundreds of cars parked at the door of the funeral home also began to disperse.

And at this point, it has reached what the ancients called the 'support machine' link.

According to the local customs of Pingzhou, when a nephew is mourned, he usually asks his uncle and his eldest son to support him together, while female relatives are not allowed to accompany him.

But the Liu family's bloodline is thin, and at this time, they can't care about paying so much attention.

Zhou Quanbei and Liu Minggao sat in the hearse together and slowly drove towards the Chengdong Cemetery, while Xiao Huang pulled Qian Cuifen and followed closely behind.

In the hearse, the atmosphere was dull and suffocating, but fortunately, after so much time, Liu Minggao's pain should have eased a little, although the circles under his eyes were red, but there was a hint of brilliance in his eyes.

Zhou Quanbei knew that after learning from the pain, some people in Pingzhou were afraid that they were going to suffer!

In his previous life, it was precisely because of Liu Minggao's persistence that he fought for his life that he completely pulled down the 'Shuangma Group'.

However, at that time, the violent system in Pingzhou was basically mastered by Lao Ma, and many things, even if Liu Minggao wanted to exert his strength, he needed to go around in a few circles, but now, it is obviously very different......

But Liu Minggao didn't speak, Zhou Quanbei would definitely not say half a word!

Silence is golden!

If there is no water, how can the canal be completed?

Soon, the hearse was about to drive out of the city, and at this time, Liu Minggao suddenly glanced up at Zhou Quanbei and shook the urn in the middle hard, "Xiaobei, thank you for your hard work!" ”

"Godmaster?" Zhou Quanbei hurriedly glanced at Liu Minggao, "You, are you okay?" Why don't I go and send Brother Fan myself? ”

Liu Minggao exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, "Xiaobei! You're a good boy! Godmaster didn't misread you! As the old saying goes, father and son work together, and their profits break gold! Your Uncle Yifan is also here, Xiaobei! You are an uncle, and my godfather still needs you to help me more! ”

Listening to Liu Minggao's murderous words, Zhou Quanbei's hairs also stood up, "Godmaster!" We're gentlemen! What is the godmaster's send, Xiaobei has no other words! ”

Liu Minggao has already picked up this head, and if he doesn't say anything at this time, when will he wait?

"Good boy!" Liu Minggao nodded with satisfaction, let out a long breath, looked out the window, and said no more.

Zhou Quanbei's heart also quickly thought, there are some things that must be speeded up!

At this time, the hearse suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

Zhou Quanbei was stunned for a moment, looked up and looked out, but saw that the silver Odyssey in the provincial capital had stopped on the side of the road.

After a while, Secretary General Wang personally got out of the car and opened the door, and the tall middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap got out of the car and got into the hearse directly.

Zhou Quanbei couldn't help but be stunned, this, what is the situation?

But soon, the middle-aged man had already walked into the car, nodded to Liu Minggao, and looked at Zhou Quanbei on the side.

Liu Minggao hurriedly said: "Big brother, this is not an outsider!" It's my newly recognized godson Xiaobei, the son of Zhou Peifu of the Pingzhou Municipal Bureau! ”

Since Liu Minggao said so, the middle-aged man also understood what he meant.

As the ancients said, stand at thirty, don't be confused at forty, and know the destiny of heaven at fifty!

Liu Minggao and this middle-aged man are probably in their early sixties, and at their age, they naturally understand this ancient proverb more thoroughly.

"Xiaobei! Not bad! Thank you! The middle-aged man nodded at Zhou Quanbei, and a gentle smile appeared on his resolute face full of vicissitudes.

Although Zhou Quanbei didn't know the identity of this middle-aged man, he only looked at Secretary General Wang's small actions that seemed to be habitual, and he already knew a little in his heart, and he was afraid that the person in front of him was ......

But at this time, Zhou Quanbei didn't dare to say much, smiled respectfully at him, nodded respectfully, and said hello.

The middle-aged man didn't say much, nodded to Zhou Quanbei, stroked the cold urn with his big hand, and said to the driver in front: "Let's go!" ”

Soon, the hearse was on the road again.

After a while, a rolling group of hills and mountains appeared at the end of the road.

The hearse drove directly into it and came halfway up the mountain.

This is a better place in the location of the cemetery in the east of the city, sitting on the mountain and looking at the water, the sun is sufficient, and in front, you can vaguely see the sparkling Pinghu Lake.

Zhou Quanbei wanted to get out of the car with Liu Yifan's urn, but the middle-aged man said to Zhou Quanbei: "Xiaobei! I'll do it! This last journey, let me, who is my uncle, send Yifan! ”

Zhou Quanbei was stunned for a moment, nodded hurriedly, ran to the side, and opened the car door.

Soon, when a few people got out of the car, the staff of the cemetery were ready, and on a small tombstone, a black and white photo of Liu Yifan had been hung.

When the middle-aged man carried Liu Yifan's urn out of the car, the relatives who came with him cried again.

But there are some things that happen when they happen, and the princes and generals of Ren'er, or the pawns of the peddlers, cannot change the facts.

As the heavy tombstone cover was covered by Zhou Quanbei and Liu Minggao together, this depressing funeral finally came to an end.

The middle-aged man took the ten-year-old wine handed over by a relative next to him, unscrewed the lid, took a small sip, and then gently sprinkled it on the ground in front of the tombstone, "Yifan, go all the way!" We'll take care of the rest! ”

Qian Cuifen couldn't hold back anymore at this time, hugged the tombstone hard, and cried.

At this time, Liu Minggao and the middle-aged man walked aside, stood on the tuyere on the mountainside, lit a cigarette, and didn't know what they were saying.

Zhou Quanbei naturally didn't dare to make peace, and stood quietly aside, letting the breeze on the mountainside blow away the hair on his forehead.

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The middle-aged man left halfway, and Zhou Quanbei accompanied Liu Minggao and Qian Cuifen's family and returned to Villa 3.

The smoke is washed away, and the dust falls to the ground.

Even if a loved one passes away, the earth still has to turn, and life will continue.

Qian Cuifen's state is very bad, to this extent, there are some things that can't be avoided too much, her secretary directly transferred experts from the city hospital to recuperate for her.

Liu Minggao pulled Zhou Quanbei and came to the study.

"Xiaobei, you've been working so hard these days! Good boy! We were supposed to have a meal together tonight! But now, I'm afraid I don't have that energy! Liu Minggao looked at Zhou Quanbei softly, but Zhou Quanbei obviously felt that in just this day, Liu Minggao seemed to be 5 years old, and on his forehead, old age spots appeared.

Many things, happening to others, always seem easy, but once you really bear it, you will understand how painful it is.

But at this point, Zhou Quanbei didn't have anything to comfort, and said busily: "Godmaster, you still have to take care of your body!" I'm still waiting for you to make me braised pork! ”

Liu Minggao suddenly smiled, "Xiaobei, good boy!" Rest assured! Godmaster can't forget! ”

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Walking out of the gate of the old municipal party committee compound, Zhou Quanbei suddenly felt tired, his body was secondary, but his heart was ...... Perhaps influenced by Liu Yifan, Zhou Quanbei always felt a touch of sadness!

Liu Yifan can also be regarded as a son-in-law who is upright and has good roots, but ~~~, it's a pity!

The times are not good!

Maybe that's the number of people's lives!

Walking aimlessly along the path on the side of the road, breathing in the chaotic but noisy air on the side of the road, Zhou Quanbei's heart gradually settled down.

At this time, Zhou Quanbei's mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he opened it, it was Lao Zhou, "Dad!" Zhou Quanbei shouted a little tiredly.

"Drip ~ Drip ......"

At this time, there was a sudden horn in front, Zhou Quanbei looked up, but it was his own Passat B5, Lao Zhou was holding his mobile phone, leaning out of the window, looking at himself and smiling.

At this moment, Zhou Quanbei couldn't hold back any longer, tears gushed out, and he stood alone on the side of the road, like a grass that could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Lao Zhou didn't expect that his son, who has always been strong and seems to be forever in his chest, would have such an expression when he saw him, but after a moment, he suddenly reacted, his son was just a seventeen-year-old boy!

"Son! Don't cry! Ay! Look at you! You're going to be moved to tears by you! Lao Zhou hurriedly got out of the car and hugged his son vigorously.

Feeling the thick heat on Lao Zhou's body, as well as the most familiar taste of tobacco, Zhou Quanbei seemed to have found a harbor of his soul, threw himself into it, and let his tears vent.

After a long time, Zhou Quanbei relieved himself, and his eyes were clear, but it seemed to have some kind of faint, indescribable, but very transparent ice clear!

Lao Zhou also obviously felt that his son seemed to have become a little different, "Xiaobei, are you okay?" Are you too tired these days? Why don't we go to the hospital for a check-up? ”

In this game, Lao Zhou naturally knew how much his baby son had paid for this, and he was naturally heartbroken when he saw his son so haggard.

"Whew~~~~!"

Zhou Quanbei slowly exhaled a long breath, took out a cigarette case, knocked out two cigarettes, handed one to Lao Zhou, helped him light it, lit his own cigarette again, and took a deep breath, "Dad, find a place, let's have a drink!" ”

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