Although the old man on the sickbed looked like a withered tree, his eyes were closed, and his face was haggard, his demeanor was still as kind as in his cold memory. Leng Binghan sat on the side, silently listening to the faint almost indistinguishable breathing sound, looking at his pale face, all that lingered in his mind was the bits and pieces of his old man and himself, and tears quietly slipped down his eyes unconsciously.

Leng Binghan had never felt so uncomfortable as at this time, and his heart was full of deep self-blame and helplessness.

When he first arrived, he couldn't wait to treat this old man, who was revered all over the world. However, just as he feared, this time he fell ill, not because he had some incurable disease like last time, but because all the body tissues were aging and exhausted, as if it was an old machine that could no longer be obsolete, all the structural parts could not be used, and it could no longer function normally, even if it was not the slightest reaction to the miraculous "clear stream" of cold and cold. Rao is cold and cold tried his best, and he couldn't wake up Chang again.

Knowing that even the last glimmer of hope had been dashed, everyone had disappointed and uncomfortable expressions on their faces. And the eldest family couldn't help but cry.

But at this point, everyone has to accept this cruel fact, and even has begun to prepare for the aftermath of his old man. Fortunately, after all these years of preparation, the political power has been smoothly handed over, and the new leader, Secretary Zhong, has also laid a solid foundation for himself among the people and the party by virtue of the Diaoyu Islands incident and the attack on his visit to Japan. The death of his old man will not cause major political turmoil in the country. However, as a figure of great significance in Chinese history, his death is bound to attract global shock and attention.

Since he fainted, Chang has been in a deep coma, and he has not left a word, relying on medicine and cold energy to sustain his life. And Leng Binghan has almost never left his old man's ward, and he doesn't pay attention to anyone's persuasion. Maybe with his old man here, Leng Binghan will feel better in his heart.

"Xiaohan, don't be too sad, go rest and rest! Don't be able to recover for a long time, but you're exhausted. Secretary Zhong's slightly sentimental voice sounded in his ears.

Seeing the red eyes on his cold face full of sadness and tiredness, Secretary Zhong couldn't help but secretly praise. For an old man who is dying, even if he is very prosperous in his lifetime, it is just a passing moment at this time. It is not easy for Leng Binghan to be able to do this, and he is even better than the eldest children and grandchildren.

This also deepened Secretary Zhong's good impression of Leng Binghan even more. What's more, as the new leader of the country, if he can get the support of Feiyuan and the royal family, his position will definitely be more stable.

This is not the first time Secretary Zhong has come to see the chief. As the leader of the country, Secretary Zhong is in charge of every day, so it is naturally impossible to stay here all the time. But there are also many frequencies here.

"It's okay, Uncle Zhong, I'm not tired!" Leng Binghan said a little weakly.

Every time I see Secretary Zhong, I sometimes can't help but think, if I am critically ill for a long time, will Secretary Zhong seem sad, but in fact I am relieved? After all, with the majestic mountain in my heart, no one in this position will feel relaxed.

At Secretary Zhong's repeated requests, he even almost called someone to tie him up, but Leng Binghan couldn't help it, so he had to go to the lounge on the side to squint for a while. Although he has a human physique, he has been staying up day and night for so many days in a row, and the iron man can't stand it.

Leng Binghan felt that he had just closed his eyes, and in a daze, he heard someone shouting: "Long awake, long awake!" He woke up at once, got up from the sand, and ran briskly towards the door, which was terrifying, and only took a step or two to the door.

When I went out of the door, I saw that the corridor was noisy, and everyone, whether it was medical staff or high-ranking officials, seemed to be rushing over.

Leng Bing Han was anxious, and he couldn't care so much at the moment, his body was like a slippery loach, swaying left and right in the crowd, and the remnant clouds slipped out of the very small gap between people, and rushed to the front at once, and rushed to the door of the long ward first.

"Xiaohan, you're here, the old man just woke up, and he wants to see you!" At the door of the long ward, Old Man Wang saw Leng Binghan, grabbed him as soon as he grabbed him, and said eagerly.

The others who followed were amazed. They never imagined that the first thing they wanted to see after waking up was not their family, not the new national leader Secretary Zhong, nor their old comrades-in-arms, but this cold and cold.

When Leng Binghan hurriedly rushed into the ward and came to the hospital bed, he saw his eyes slightly open, the eyes of the past shimmering looked a little muddy at the moment, and his sallow face had a hazy taste, and he was as old as the remnants of flowers and leaves in the bleak autumn wind, and he could pass away at any time. He muttered as if he wanted to say something, but only slightly squirmed his lips, but nothing came out.

Seeing that the ruler was so old and could pass away at any time, Leng Binghan only felt that his heart was like a knife, and his eyes were moist all of a sudden. Almost trembling, he stretched out his hand to hold his old man's cold, withered hand tightly, and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he only felt a sour nose, choked and couldn't say anything.

The long hand was held coldly, and then he realized that someone had come to his side, turned his head and looked carefully for a while, as if he slowly saw the person in front of him, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, the cloudy color in the eyes of the faint old man was completely gone, and the frequency of his lips squirming was also faster, as if he had something to say.

Leng Binghan hurriedly put his ear to it, and vaguely heard Chang say, "Xiao Han, you're here!" ”

Seeing Chang's weak appearance, Leng Bing Han's heart was infinitely sad, and he wanted to cry, but he restrained his sad emotions, tears filled his deep eyes, but he smiled reluctantly: "Grandpa, it's me, I'm here!" You...... You're alright! ”

"Not so good!" Chang smiled weakly, his voice was very low, and he sighed softly: "After a lifetime of hard work, it's time to meet those old comrades-in-arms." ”

Sour tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of his eyes, dripping on the snow-white bedding, and he choked up a little: "Grandpa, you'll be fine, you'll be fine......"

"Silly child, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and no one can avoid it. If it weren't for you, I would have gone a few years ago. I have no regrets about staying up to today and seeing with my own eyes the return of Hong Kong and Macao to the motherland and the proper resolution of the Diaoyu Dao issue. I have dreamed of those war-torn times, dreamed of those old comrades-in-arms who have passed away......" The long eyes closed slightly, and a trace of remembrance appeared on his pale face.

Leng Binghan didn't know what to say anymore, but he couldn't stop his tears, and soon moistened his clothes. He knew that when he woke up this time, it wasn't that he was getting better, but just getting back to the light. His old man's time is running out.

After saying a few words, he looked like a dying old man like a leaf in the wind, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

"Grandpa, don't talk about it, let's rest for a while!" Leng Binghan hurriedly dissuaded.

The long eyes became dim again, and the expression on his lifeless face was a little strange, and he shook his head and sighed: "It's too late if you don't say it now." Xiaohan, you are very good, but there is one more thing I want to ask you before I die......"

"Grandpa, even if you command, Xiaohan, I will do my best and live up to the trust!" Leng Bing said with cold red eyes.

"National events have nothing to do with me anymore. Little bells, they've been doing a great job. What I don't worry about the most is Xiao Fang and Xiao Rong. I hope you'll take care of them more when I'm dead. I don't expect them to be prosperous or rich, but I want them to be safe and ......."

Xiao Fang and Xiao Rong referred to by Changkou are the grandchildren of his old man. I don't know for what reason, the eldest children and descendants almost did not set foot in the official career, but turned to the shopping mall. There was a long relationship in the past, and it can be regarded as a sound and impressive job.

Leng Binghan said in his long ear with tears in his eyes: "Grandpa, don't worry, everything has me!" ”

After hearing the cold words, Chang let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes gently, and said nothing more. I don't know when, the hand that was held tightly in Leng Bing Han's hand fell softly.

There was a cramp in the cold heart, and in an instant, I couldn't hold back any longer, and two lines of tears burst out of my eyes.

After a brief moment of soberness, Naga fell into a coma again, and this time, he never woke up again.

In the early morning of April 29, 2004, the joy of sorrow sounded throughout the country through the radio horns in the streets and alleys, shaking the sky. An outstanding leader with high prestige, a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionary, a statesman, a military strategist, a diplomat, and a time-tested warrior, he passed away for a long time. The announcer on the television, dressed in black and solemn clothes, and with great sorrow, repeatedly announced the bad news to the people of the whole country.

When the bad news came, the whole world mourned, thousands of flowers piled up with snow, and thousands of heads were crowded. Wherever the hearse with plain flowers and black gauze went, people's eyes moved slowly with the hearse, silently casting their last affectionate glance, and reluctantly bidding farewell to the long last journey. The mourning music came low from the hearse, like heavy lead water, and the tears of the people flowed slowly.

The ginkgo trees are as tall as iron, the pines and cypresses are full of white flowers, and the national flag is lowered and half lowered...... Leave a sad day to China.