When the old fox died, he held a Buddhist shrine in his hand. His expression was very serene, as if he was asleep. In front of him is a statue of Shakyamuni Buddha who is five or six meters high, and next to him is a short Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva. The incense in the Buddha hall is flourishing, the incense candles are placed around, the green smoke is swirling, the old fox sits cross-legged, half immortal and half Buddha.

The first to find out that the old fox had died was his secretary Zhang Mowen, and after Zhang Mowen found out about the news, he immediately informed me. When I learned the news, I was having dinner with Wang Yingli, and Zhang Mowen's phone call made me stunned, the chopsticks in my hand were in my mouth, and the food was on the chopsticks, but I couldn't put it in my mouth. After Zhang Mowen briefly informed me, he hung up the phone.

Wang Yingli raised her eyes and looked at me with a shocked expression, her eyes were full of doubts and said, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

"The old fox is dead." My voice is very small.

After Wang Yingli heard this, her face changed drastically, and her chest sank twice. Exhaled a breath and said hurriedly: "Hao Ren, the time has come to really test you." ”

I stood up, walked to the window of the dining room, and wrote four words on the glass with a sigh: The wind is blowing!

……

The old fox died too suddenly, but it made sense. Perhaps for the old fox, death is already a thing that can be faced calmly. Just like when the old fox's wife, Liu Meiling, faced death with a smile, the old fox also walked peacefully and did not suffer a little pain. I know that he is the kind of person who does not want to go into the hospital and relies on drugs to keep him alive.

He is a hero, and his life does not allow for ordinary, let alone failure.

His death must be at the pinnacle and at the purest time.

It's like a peerless beauty, no matter where she goes, it makes men look sideways and women jealous. When one day, this peerless beauty is no longer beautiful and bewitching, she can only spend the next dull life, and when she is old, she looks at the photos of her youth and sighs that the years are ruthless. But for a hero like the old fox, blandness and illness, as well as the return of the soul to the Longhua Revolutionary Cemetery, are not his choices.

When he realizes that his life will not be as good as ever, perhaps death will be the only option.

The old fox did not die by suicide, nor from drugs or illness, nor from physical organ failure. His death is like a kind of sleep, when the person falls asleep, the heartbeat will automatically stop, and the breathing will slowly stop. gradually turned into a cold corpse, such a death is undoubtedly the most perfect choice in life.

……

As soon as the news of the old fox's death came out, it immediately caused a violent shock. The news was transmitted back to the capital, and the above chose not to mourn, and the funeral committee drew up a time. It was decided to send the funeral to the capital, and the old fox was stationed in the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery after his death. As soon as this news broke, I immediately met with strong opposition.

The old fox is an authentic Shanghainese, he has never left here in his life, and the fallen leaves return to his roots, so why do he have to send them to Babao Mountain. Besides, the old fox's wife Liu Meiling was buried in the Longhua Martyrs Cemetery, and the husband and wife followed, and the old fox should also be buried in the Longhua Martyrs Cemetery. At the same time, there is also Zhang Mowen, the secretary of the old fox, who opposes this matter. But most of them didn't say much.

Most of them are not up to the level, and those who are high enough choose to remain silent.

Two days later, the old fox's daughter, Hu Mei, rushed back from the United States.

After Hu Mei came back, she saw her father's most embarrassing side. After inquiring about the progress of the funeral, I heard that the old fox was going to be transported back to the capital. Hu Mei was immediately angry, and rushed to the office of the Shanghai Funeral Committee to scold the director. The funeral director decided to coordinate well with the above, and this matter must be handled well to win the opinions of the family. On the third day, all the old fox's best friends arrived. Zhou Zhiwen, who is already a senior member of the Ministry of Public Security, works in the central bank, Lu Qingcheng's mother Lu Wenhui, and Zhao Xiaonian, who is a heavy weight in the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

However, the funeral committee still dragged things out, saying that the old fox must be transported back to the capital to handle the funeral. And he must be buried in the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery, which annoyed me and the old fox's daughter and his best friends.

Obviously, there is someone behind the stumbling.

It's just that this person really falls into the inferior, and you stumble as soon as the person dies, which is too unelaborate. Just when a group of people were about to sharpen their knives and pull this person out. Even when Zhao Xiaonian was about to break his life to shuanggui this person, an old fox's former opponent above spoke, and the funeral must be handled according to the family's situation. It must be grand, and it must be according to the wishes of the family.

The old fox's opponent is indeed a general.

With the words of this old immortal, the grandsons of the funeral committee immediately prepared for the funeral. An auspicious day was chosen, the venue was prepared, and the funeral was finally handled. And the news network also released an obituary: Comrade Hu Wenxiang, a new generation of revolutionaries and politicians who have been tested for a long time in my country, and the dedication of the great revolution, passed away in Shanghai today at the age of 69!

On the day of the burial, there was a drizzle in the sky. I was wearing a black suit, Sun Xiaoqing was wearing a black skirt, and Ben Ben was standing on the side in a small suit. Hu Mei is dressed in the same outfit as Sun Xiaoqing, while his tall American husband wears a black sunglasses, which is very powerful. After a small ceremony at the funeral home, we set off and detoured to the Bund to the People's Avenue, where a major moment of silence was held in the People's Square, attended by thousands of citizens. The white flowers at the scene formed a whole ocean, and many citizens came to see the appearance of the old fox, and the joy of mourning shook the sky, and the cry was everywhere. The convoy arrived at the Longhua Martyrs Cemetery at the end.

Rong Ma is handsome, and the old fox who has traveled all his life in Huan Hai is finally buried in this blessed land and buried with Liu Meiling. After the ceremony, I sat on top of the mausoleum and mourned. In fact, at first I treated the old fox as an enemy, then as a nobleman, and then as an old man. And since he recognized me as a righteous son, he has treated me as a righteous son. For some reason, a feeling of loneliness welled up in my heart.

The old fox's secretary, Zhang Mowen, came over and handed me a letter: "This was found in the Buddhist hall. ”

I took the letter, opened it, and read it.

It was a letter written by Liu Meiling two years ago:

I'm waiting for you in front, old fellow. The two of us have quarreled and fought all our lives, but we have been with us for a lifetime. You are a strong person who has used too many unscrupulous means and done too many shady things in order to achieve your goals. You don't believe in fate, I do. If you do too many bad things, you will go to hell. I have done all my life's good deeds to atone for your sins. But in the end, I found that all your sins come from good intentions.

You would rather bear the infamy of the old fox than quibble, let alone make the slightest quibble about your own position. Wenxiang, I have followed you all my life and am content.

In my life, the only regret is our son, Shantang!

Wenxiang, you have been saddled with a lifetime of infamy. But what about Shantang? For the sake of your infamy, he has only gone through fifteen years of his long life.

I believe in fate, but I don't believe in heaven.

Reverse the fate, the sky can be seen.

Promise me to do something truly good and let your old fox's infamy pass on.

[PS: This chapter is not easy to write, it's too late. There are two more chapters below. 】