In Li Mu's words, who doesn't have a few rich friends?

The people from the Civil Affairs Bureau stood on the side, this was outside the mortuary, a relatively remote corner of the hospital, the cold wind was blowing, and the sky was still gray. ¤ Top-notch novel, the old man is not an ordinary person, to put it mildly, even if no one cares, the people of civil affairs will take care of the old man's funeral in strict accordance with the standards.

Li Mu walked towards the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau saw a soldier walking towards him, and he didn't know what was happening.

"Comrade, my grandfather confessed before his death, he didn't hold a memorial service or an obituary, and we simply sent the old man away in our own family according to customs. Li Mu said in a deep voice.

A deputy director of the Civil Affairs Bureau came, and he and several section chiefs looked at each other stunned for a moment, with respectful expressions, and he stretched out his hand to shake hands with Li Mu, "You are the eldest grandson of Comrade Li Hongjun? ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took a large cowhide envelope from the head of the financial section and handed it to Li Mu, "This is a little bit of the heart of the civil affairs department." ”

The chief of the finance section immediately handed over the jiàn folder and said, "Comrade, please sign here." ”

Li Mu accepted it and signed his name. That is the funeral expenses given by the state to the old man, which is completely in accordance with the standard, no more than no less.

The deputy director of civil affairs shook hands with Li Mu again, "Condolences." ”

Seeing the people of civil affairs get in the car and leave, Li Mu still has a very good impression of the deputy director, at least he has the courage to agree on the spot, you must know that holding a memorial service for the old man is a task, and it is a political task, not that it can be canceled casually.

Turning back to the family's side, the old man's children were all there, and the grief on his face could not be hidden, on the other side, Li Mu's friends, led by Liu Huaqiang, stood in a row, all in black suits and black cloth shoes, and their heavy hearts seemed more real.

The cold wind was whistling, and a van was brought, and three people came down, and Li Honghua had already caught up. Li Mu fixed his eyes, but it was the uncle of the same sect, the gray-haired old man who was the same age as the old man, Li Mu also recognized it, the old man's comrade-in-arms was still from the neighboring village.

"Where are the people?" asked the white-haired old man as he stared at Li Honghua.

"Uncle Guang. Li Honghua immediately cried, "In the morgue." ”

Uncle Tongzong supported the white-haired old man, and the white-haired old man pushed them away, and walked towards the morgue with a slight trembling crutche.

Li Mu held back the sourness in his nose and walked over to support the white-haired old man, "Grandpa Guang." ”

The white-haired old man turned his head and glanced at it, recognized Li Mu, nodded with satisfaction, and Li Mu helped him down to the morgue.

On that side, Liu Huaqiang hesitated for a while, and strode towards Li Honghua, "Uncle Hua, a few of us who took care of the old man in the hospital at that time also want to see the old man for the last time." ”

Li Honghua was in a difficult situation.

Liu Huaqiang was about to cry, "Uncle Hua, just let us go, we are also the grandsons of the old man!"

"That's it. Li Honghua sighed, "Go ahead." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Hua!"

Liu Huaqiang called Rui and Dong, who had taken care of the old man before, over and followed them down to the morgue together. Xiaohui saw the funeral home's car driving over, hesitated, gritted his teeth and followed.

In the cold morgue, the old man's body has been packed up, just waiting for the funeral home to come and confirm with the family, and then take it away.

Li Mu helped the white-haired old man walk over and stood still beside the old man.

The white-haired old man slowly pushed Li Mu away, and the old tears were already in full swing. Li Mu took a step back, unable to hold back the surging tears, and covered his face to prevent himself from crying.

Liu Huaqiang and the four of them came, stood still behind Li Mu, and saw the old man's remains, and the quiet serenity shook their hearts. I don't know when tears blur my eyes, and when my heart becomes clear.

Taking a few deep breaths, Li Mu stepped aside, lit three sticks of incense, and handed them to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man put down his crutches, put incense in his hands, and slowly walked towards the old man, "Red Army, I'll come to see you." With great difficulty, he inserted three sticks of incense into a porcelain jar filled with incense clay.

Laboriously took out a bottle of Erguotou from his pocket, the white-haired old man unscrewed the cap, and the whole bottle of wine was placed there, and the scar on the back of his palm could be vaguely seen, "I'm afraid it's been 20 years since you quit drinking and smoking, right? Back then, you said you wanted to quit drinking and smoking, but I didn't believe it. Who knows, if you say quit, you really quit. Lao Li, you picked a good day......"

Li Mu couldn't hear what the white-haired old man was talking about anymore, because the white-haired old man couldn't cry anymore.

The white-haired old man slowly stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on the old man's face, "I'm afraid it's fast, you, go and report to the ** first, and I'll arrive later." For many years, everything has been told you to take the lead. You rushed to the front when you fought Little Japan that year, and you also rushed to the front when you fought the Kuomintang that year, well, after liberation, you wanted to build schools and run education, and you rushed to the front again, and this is coming to an end, and you still have to rush to the front. Brother, in your life, you will not give me a chance to stand out at all. ”

"Walked away. ”

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and suddenly his waist slowly straightened, although he was trembling all over, he still made Li Mu feel the rock-solid bones!

Slowly but firmly raising his right hand, the white-haired old man saluted towards the old man's body!

Li Mu sobbed violently, if he hadn't clenched his teeth tightly, he was afraid that he would cry bitterly, and he suddenly saluted the old man's body!

Liu Huaqiang and others behind him were shocked, for those of them who were not grieved, the grief would not go to a high level, but the natural end of a life and the nostalgia of those close to them made them feel enlightened.

Life is not easy, but it is easy and happy.

What they felt the most was the picture of a white-haired old man standing next to the old man's body. It is completely conceivable that these old men, who are over ninety years old, have already joined the anti-Japanese guerrillas with spears when they were the same age as themselves, oh no, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old. The war of life and death lasted for more than ten years.

What are we doing now? Eat, drink, and be merry, find ways to make money, and get started with kidnapping. Liu Huaqiang was so ashamed that he didn't dare to raise his head, he may understand why Li Mu chose to join the army, maybe it was not just because of the old man's relationship.

I'm afraid even Li Mu doesn't know what an important day this day is for Liu Huaqiang and them.

Uncle Tongzong escorted the white-haired old man away, and the white-haired old man who was indifferent to life and death, I'm afraid the only thing he couldn't accept was to see with his own eyes that the brothers of life and death who had been together from their teens to the end of the line were turned into a pile of ashes.

Amid the cries of the children, the old man's body was loaded into a coffin and carried onto the white car of the funeral home. On the other side, Liu Huaqiang quickly explained, and more than a dozen black cars drove over from the parking lot, followed behind the funeral car, and lined up neatly.

Xiaohui walked over and whispered to Liu Huaqiang, "Brother Qiang, I have all the cars in my house and transferred two from my father's company." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the first few cars, S600L, 760Li, and A8L, and said, "If Brother Mu talks about me in a while, I will say that it was your idea." ”

"Okay. ”

Liu Huaqiang nodded, took the initiative to act as a team dispatcher, and began to beckon the personnel to get on the bus.

Note: Brothers, recommend the monthly ticket, put it all together, good and bad, and use the ticket to reflect!