The Workers' Cultural Palace is a Soviet-style building, although there are only four floors, but the floor is five meters high, the whole is very high, Chen Nanqiu is desperate, planted head down, head first, fell on the hard granite ground, immediately unrecognizable, miserable.

With a bang, a heavy object fell to the ground, like breaking a thermos filled with water, which immediately attracted the nearby cleaning cleaner aunt, who was used to seeing dead people when she ran back, and was not afraid of the red and white on the ground, and opened her throat and said: "Someone jumped off the building!" ”

Those who practiced in the morning, went to work, went to school, and worked at night, all gathered together, formed a circle around Chen Nan, pointed and pointed, chattered, or swept the floor, and found a broken straw mat to cover the corpse, but the blood had already spread, and the ground was full of blood red.

The police at the police station came late, opened the straw mat and checked it, but the body did not have any documents on it, nor did it have a suicide note, and he looked in his twenties, but he didn't know why he was looking for a short sight.

The police mobilized the crowd and asked the onlookers who knew the deceased, and everyone shook their heads, and they all fell into rotten watermelons.

There was no way, so I had to find a flat car to pull it to the funeral home to deal with it slowly.

When the police on duty returned to the station, they received a report, the person who came was Ma Chunhua, deputy secretary of the party committee of Chenguang Machinery Factory, and her brother-in-law left a suicide note and disappeared, and wanted to ask the police to help find someone.

The police told Ma Chunhua that half an hour ago, a person jumped down from the upper floor of the Workers' Cultural Palace and fell to his death, and it was best to take a look at whether it was your relative.

Ma Chunhua chuckled in her heart, nodded and said okay.

There is no car at the police station, only an old-fashioned three-wheeled motorcycle, the director personally drove Deputy Secretary Ma to the crematorium funeral home, at this time the body has just been delivered and has not had time to deal with it, Ma Chunhua glanced at it and turned her face away, she recognized that this was her brother-in-law Chen Nan, who was still eating at a dinner table last night, but today it is separated by yin and yang, even Ma Chunhua, who is as hard as iron, can't help but have a sour nose.

"Yes, he's my brother." Ma Chunhua choked up and said.

The funeral home staff said: "It's easy to confirm the identity, let the unit handle it." ”

Ma Chunhua didn't say anything, and hurriedly went back to inform her family.

Early this morning, Ma Chunhua called her uncle to eat, but found that the bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and there were several letters on the table, as well as watches and pens. "It's not good to scream, my brother wants to find a short time, hurry up and find someone!

Gao Tupo lived in the colleagues of the Chenguang Factory, shouting at least dozens of people to come out to help, Chen Bei beckoned a group of people to look for his younger brother everywhere, the main search area is along the Huai River, because the possibility of suicide by throwing himself into the river is the greatest, but they never expected that Chen Nan chose to jump off the building.

When Ma Chunhua found Chen Bei, he was still limping around the river with his bicycle and calling his brother's name, his voice hoarse.

Ma Chunhua told her husband that the person was found at the funeral home.

Chen Bei was already fully prepared, but he was still stunned by the bad news, and was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, and muttered, "Why is it gone." ”

The biggest problem now is how to tell Liu Ting about Chen Nan's death, Chen Bei is ten years older than Chen Nan, and he knows that this younger brother is not Aunt Liu's biological son, but he has been raised for many years and is no different from his own life, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, how can she bear it.

Liu Ting lived in a regional guest house, and began to feel restless in the early hours of the morning, and this feeling became stronger after washing, she didn't even eat breakfast and rushed directly to Gaotupo, but the door of Chen Bei's house was closed, and when she asked the neighbors, she knew that Chen Nan was gone, Liu Ting felt her brain boom, and she couldn't help but tremble.

She realized that her son was more than lucky.

After waiting for two hours at the neighbor's house, Chen Bei and his family finally came back.

"Where's Xiao Nan?" Liu Ting should still have a glimmer of hope, and looked at the back unwillingly.

"Auntie, you go home first, and I'll tell you slowly." Chen Bei's expression already said it all.

"No, it's right here." Liu Ting said.

"My brother left, jumped off the building in the morning, and the person is now in the funeral home."

Liu Ting didn't speak, stood in place for a few seconds, and suddenly fell straight on her back to the sky, Ma Chunhua had expected it, she grabbed her, picked her up and sent it home, pinched people and poured water, Liu Ting was busy for a long time and finally woke up, but she didn't cry, and she was very calm.

"Did your brother leave a suicide note?"

"Yes." Chen Nan handed over several letters, one to his parents and family, one to Secretary Zheng of the Provincial Party Committee, one to his biological mother Hongyu, and one to Aunt Tang.

Liu Ting only opened the letter to Zheng Zeru, only to see that it began like this: Dear Secretary Zheng, I take the liberty to write this letter to you......"

The content of the letter did not mention Zheng Zeru's biological father's identity, it was just an ordinary complaint letter.

Liu Ting let out a long sigh, put away the letter, and said, "I'll go see my son." ”

Chen Bei hesitated for a moment and said, "The funeral home is still putting on makeup, and it's not convenient to see it now." ”

Liu Ting smiled sadly: "My son who has been raised for twenty-seven years can't be seen what it has become, so I'll go now." ”

Chen Beidao: "Okay, I'll arrange the car." ”

Chenguang Factory sent a jeep to send Liu Ting to the funeral home, accompanied by Chen Bei and his wife, the funeral home and the crematorium are connected in one place, located in the northern suburbs, and the big chimney is smoking from a distance.

Chen Nan's head was broken, the makeup artist of the funeral home was splicing it for him, not letting his family watch it, Liu Ting didn't care about that, pushed away the staff's obstruction, walked to the morgue and looked at it, and suddenly punched and beat him, scolding while beating: "You coward, coward, you are not worthy of being the son of your parents!" ”

Chen Nan's stiff body didn't react.

Everyone hurriedly dissuaded, Liu Ting turned around suddenly, her apricot eyes widened, and roared angrily: "Don't pull me!" But after saying this, she fainted again, fortunately this time Chen Bei had already prepared, brought the factory doctor with the car, and it was another rescue, Liu Ting was overly sad, deeply stimulated, and her spirit was already in a trance, Chen Bei forcibly sent her back.

Chen Nan's funeral affairs were mainly in charge of the eldest brother Chen Bei, he was busy, notified his family, prepared a memorial service, first went to the post and telecommunications bureau and sent two telegrams, one to Beijing, one to the provincial capital, and then notified Chen Nan's uncle Liu Xiaoyong.

Liu Xiaoyong has been transferred back to the local area, and he was supposed to be the director of the grain bureau, but because his nephew was branded as a rightist, he was also affected a little, and the main leaders of the region made a statement, saying that the rightist's family members were not suitable to serve as the head of the unit, so the director became the deputy director.

Chen Nan's unit naturally had to be notified, and after the principal learned that Chen Nan had committed suicide, he sighed, took off his reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, saying that Chen Nan was also a member of our school anyway, and he had to organize a memorial service for him.

Director Sun of the Teaching Office immediately objected: "Chen Nan resisted reform, committed suicide in fear of sin, and isolated himself from the people, it is not a pity for this kind of person to die, and the school cannot hold a memorial service for such a person." ”

Director Sun was very strong, and the principal had no choice but to wave his hand and say let's talk about it.

Director Sun returned to his office, couldn't suppress his excitement, and wrote a big-character poster, expressing strong indignation and contempt for Chen Nan's suicide, and posted it on the school bulletin board after writing.

Although Nie Wenfu was still wrapped in bandages, after hearing the good news, he still asked people to help him come to the propaganda board, and sang in an allegro and a broken gong: "It is good for rightists to die well, and the one who dies is called a quack." ”

His hoarse voice and allegro echoed across the campus, as if it were a moment, when it was a moment.

……

In the Provincial Party Committee Building, the secretary was helping Secretary Zheng sort out the documents, and peeked at the secretary who seemed to be in a good mood, so he said casually: "At noon, Jiangbei called to report that Chen Nan, a decentralization rightist, committed suicide by jumping off the building. ”

Zheng Zeru was working at the desk, and his pen was walking without blinking his eyelids.

The secretary realized that he was talking too much, and the suicide of a rightist was also used to affect Secretary Zheng's thoughts, which really shouldn't be, so he quietly retreated after sorting out the documents.

Zheng Zeru was in a very chaotic mood, he never expected that his biological son would be so fragile, and a small blow made him choose death, after all, it was a life, and he was also the son of Chen Zikun for twenty-seven years, how to deal with the aftermath and how to care for it are all problems.

He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, pondered for a long time, and decided not to intervene in the matter.

……

Chen Nan's body was cremated in the Jiangbei crematorium, the memorial service was not opened, no one came to No. 1 Middle School, and not even a wreath was sent, only the Chen family and the Liu family came to bid farewell to Chen Nan.

Chen Zikun flew from Beijing to Jiangbei on the third day, and his willpower was much stronger than Liu Ting's, and he did not shed a single tear during the funeral.

Chen Nan's body farewell ceremony is very simple, the family hastily circled even if it is over, Chen Nan lying in the plastic flowers is wearing a Mao suit, with a pen pinned to his pocket, his young face is still lifelike, and his eyelashes are long, as if he will wake up at any time.

Hongyu also brought Wang Beitai to attend the funeral, she never expected that she had just found her long-lost son, and she would have to face the tragedy of yin and yang, and then thought of her son's pitiful places, she couldn't help but let out a cry of grief, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground.

The body was sent to the crematorium, Chen Zikun personally went to pick up the ashes for his son, the body was burned for a long time before turning into ashes, and the gray-white ashes were shoveled out with a shovel and put them in a box and carried out.

"Xiaobei, you bury your brother, just bury it by the river." Chen Zikun held the urn to Chen Bei and strode away.

"Dad, where are you going?" Chen Bei shouted.

"Go to the provincial capital." Chen Zikun replied without replying, a gust of wind blew, lifting the hem of his windbreaker, and Chen Bei found that his father's back seemed to be a little more rickety than before.

……

In the Provincial Party Committee building, the secretary was answering the phone, and suddenly saw the former governor Chen Zikun arrive, and hurriedly put down the phone and got up to greet him.

"Is Zheng Zeru there?" Chen Zikun asked, and without stopping, he pushed the door straight in.

The secretary followed into the office, and Secretary Zheng was reviewing the documents, when he saw Chen Zikun breaking in, he took off his glasses and said politely: "Here, sit down." ”

Chen Zikun didn't sit down, took two steps forward, and raised his hand to slap him, with a crisp snap.

"What are you doing!" The secretary was shocked and stepped forward to hug Chan to stop him from making further moves.

Chen Zikun casually pushed the secretary upside down.

Zheng Zeru said in a deep voice: "Xiaoding, you go out, you are not allowed to come in without my order!" ”

The secretary got up from the ground with a bone, went out and grabbed the phone and hurriedly said: "Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau, immediately send someone to the first secretary's office and bring a gun!" ”