Gu Changjun died, and Song Yuanchao flew to Shancheng the next day with a few people from the old southern capital to attend his memorial service.

Among the people who went were Lu Baogang, as well as Lao Tang, Guo Baosheng, She Liang, Zhan Linhong, Yue Shan, etc., and even Xu Wei went with him.

All of them came out of Nandu, some of them were old friends of Gu Changjun, and more of them were subordinates and colleagues back then.

On the day they arrived in Shancheng, Song Yuanchao and they went to the Gu family to mourn and meet the eldest and second of the Gu family and other relatives. After attending the memorial service, it was the third day of arriving in the mountain city, Song Yuanchao came out of the auditorium, his heart was very uncomfortable, when he just looked at the remains, Song Yuanchao's ears echoed the words that Gu Changjun said to himself, and he looked at his expectant eyes.

"Song Dong, you drink some sugar water...... Guo Baosheng took a cup of sugar water and said to Song Yuanchao, Song Yuanchao said thank you and took it, the hot sugar water made people feel a lot of sorrow, Guo Baosheng whispered to Song Yuanchao if he would return to Jinling tomorrow, if he returned tomorrow, he would immediately arrange the itinerary.

"You can go back directly tomorrow, or take a plane back, it's been a few days since everyone came out, and the company estimates that there are a lot of things backlog." Song Yuanchao thought for a while and said: "I won't go back to Jinling, after you go back, tell General Manager Ruth, I will go to Huhai first and then transfer to Xiangjiang for a few days to deal with some things, if there is any situation, let her call me directly, she knows how to find me." ”

"Understood, then I'll go book your ticket now."

"No need, I'll go to the airport now, buy a ticket directly at the airport, and you can just ask the branch car to send me there." Song Yuanchao said this, Guo Baosheng hurriedly agreed to trot away, and after a while, he came back to tell Song Yuanchao that the car was ready.

He shook hands with the Gu brothers again and said goodbye, said a few words of comfort, and told them that they could contact themselves at any time if they needed anything in life and work.

The Gu family brothers shook hands with Song Yuanchao very gratefully, thanking him for being able to send his father on his last journey, and also bringing his father's old colleagues and friends with him, if his father knew in the spirit of heaven, he would definitely be very happy.

After saying goodbye, Song Yuanchao got into the car of the branch and went to the airport, and arrived in Shanghai in the evening of the same day.

After returning to Huhai and walking out of the airport, Song Yuanchao got on the airport bus and went to the city, got off in the city, he subconsciously walked in the direction of home, but after walking not far, he suddenly remembered that there was no one at home now.

Lin Yan and her children have gone to Xiangjiang some time ago, and Zhang Jianguo usually brings someone over to clean up at Huhai's house now, so why do you go home and go home?

The sorrow of attending the memorial service during the day still lingered in Song Yuanchao's heart, he was in a bad mood now, and he really wanted to find someone to talk to and have a drink.

But he didn't want to call Luo Yang, and he didn't have the idea of going to Zhang Jianguo, mainly because he didn't want to disturb Luo Yang and Li Xiaoyun at this time, as for Zhang Jianguo's side, he would be worried when his mood was seen by the Zhang family's aunt, so Song Yuanchao stood at the intersection and hesitated, turned around and walked in the other direction.

More than half an hour later, he came to Ma Xun's home.

Ma Xun retired, now living a retired life, in fact, since the school-run factory handed over to Li Daqi, Ma Xun has actually taken a back seat, and after the Tengfei factory was converted from a collective enterprise to a state-owned enterprise, Ma Xun, the old factory director, just hung up a position in the factory, basically did not care.

After a lifetime of hard work, I was finally able to spend my old age in peace. It is also a good thing for Ma Xun, and the school-run factory has been transformed in his hands, from a small enterprise to a well-known garment factory in Shanghai, which is not a pity.

Although after Li Daqi left the Tengfei factory, the development of the Tengfei factory has entered a stage of stagnation in the past two years, but because the Tengfei factory was the first garment enterprise in Shanghai and Hai, it not only has the new plant and equipment assembly line built by Li Daqi when he was there, but also the foundation laid.

Even if the cooperation between Xiangjiang Shenghua and Tengfei Factory expired later, and the authorization of the clothing brand was withdrawn, Tengfei Factory can still be regarded as the leader of Huhai garment enterprises, and because of the reasons of state-owned enterprises, Tengfei Factory has been supported in some policies, relying on these foundations to get a batch of export orders at the Southern Trade Fair, coupled with the assistance of Huhai Import and Export Company, the current efficiency of the whole factory is quite passable.

But these are very dissatisfied in Ma Xun's eyes, because in his opinion, the original Tengfei Factory should be better, but unfortunately just when the Tengfei Factory was about to soar, there was a problem of restructuring, which dragged it down to continue to move forward.

But this problem cannot be solved by Ma Xun, and it cannot be solved. He is just the director of the school-run factory, the predecessor of the former Tengfei Factory, and his rank is not high, plus he has been promoted to the second line, although the later leaders respect him very much, but this respect is only the respect of the old comrades, and he has long lost the right to speak in the factory.

After retiring, Ma Xun simply couldn't see it and lived a very regular retirement life. Just like today, he got up before six o'clock in the morning, went to the nearby park to box, and came back at about eight o'clock to have breakfast, and after breakfast, he played chess with a few neighbors at the entrance of the alley.

After lunch, I usually sleep for two hours, and when I wake up from a nap, I go out for a circle, and I don't have a fixed direction, just walk around at will, and don't go home until the evening.

After dinner, I either chatted with people or read the evening newspaper and listened to the radio or something, and went to bed after nine o'clock in the evening.

Such a regular life is very leisurely, which makes Ma Xun's complexion much better than before, and he has gained a lot of weight.

"Master!"

"Aid to Korea? What are you doing here? "When Song Yuanchao came to Ma Xun, Ma Xun hadn't eaten yet, and he was fiddling with something in the house.

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Seeing Song Yuanchao coming, Ma Xun was very surprised and extremely surprised.

"I just returned to Huhai, I don't want you anymore, come and drink with you, welcome?" Song Yuanchao smiled and raised the things in his hand, which were two bottles of good wine and some cooked dishes that he had just bought at the deli.

Ma Xun immediately smiled: "You kid is still engaged in a surprise attack, welcome, I welcome you whenever you come!" ”

As he spoke, Ma Xun asked Song Yuanchao to wait, pour water and sit by himself, while he returned to the table and cleaned up the things he had just fiddled with.

"Master, do you still collect stamps?" Song Yuanchao's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he saw the philatelic album, tweezers, and magnifying glass on the table, and immediately asked curiously.

"Hehe, just play around." Ma Xun said with a smile, he told Song Yuanchao that he was not retired, and there was nothing to do, and he would go out for a walk every afternoon.

Stamps have been used too much in this life, and now although communication has developed, writing letters is still the choice of most people, not to mention before? Writing letters is the best way to keep in touch with people, and even if you live in the same city, you will write to each other often.

It's normal to use stamps to write letters, but it's the first time that Ma Xun knows that stamps are actually collected.

When he saw the philatelic enthusiasts here in the mushroom pavilion holding a thick stamp album in their hands, one by one to exchange with each other to appreciate the stamps, Ma Xun watched with great interest, through the conversations and dialogues of others, he realized that the hobby of philately has been around for a long time, and there are still many of them.

The first time I discovered this interesting phenomenon, in the following days, Ma Xun often ran to the mushroom pavilion, and became interested in philately, and began to dig out a lot of old envelopes at home, learn to soak the stamps on the envelopes with water, and then peel them off with tweezers, and then dry them and put them into the philatelic album bought at the post office, and began to become a novice philatelic collector.

The 80s and 90s were the spring for philatelic enthusiasts, and it was also the most popular period for philately.

Seeing that Song Yuanchao was interested in his own stamps, Ma Xun happily showed Song Yuanchao, pointing to the stamps he collected and exchanged for explaining to Song Yuanchao, especially when turning to one of the pages, Ma Xun was even more proud, and deliberately pointed to a few stamps of special periods on this page, telling Song Yuanchao that these stamps were rare, all of which he finally found out from the old envelopes, and when they were brought to the Mushroom Pavilion, many philatelic enthusiasts had to take other stamps and exchange them for themselves, and even some people took the initiative to buy them. The price is not low.

"You didn't promise to sell them?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

"I'm not stupid, I don't understand the truth that scarcity is expensive? If I don't understand this, can I still be your master? Ma Xun replied, which made Song Yuanchao laugh.

Helping Ma Xun put away the philatelic album, Ma Xun carefully put it in the drawer like a treasure, and specially put on a padlock.

Song Yuanchao didn't expect that his master, who was three big and five rough, actually cultivated such a hobby after retirement, but this is also good, something is better than nothing to do, people always have to have some sustenance, especially if the retired old man does nothing every day, it is bad for the body, think about it carefully, the hobby of philately is good, and it is quite suitable for him.

After putting the cooked dishes brought by Song Yuanchao in the bowl, Ma Xun personally cooked two more dishes, sat down after a while, opened the wine, and Song Yuanchao picked up the wine glass and said to Ma Xun: "Master, I have been busy in Jinling, and I have not had much time to visit you over the years, so I will compensate you here." ”

"You kid, your master and I are so ignorant?" Ma Xun was suddenly unhappy, and glared at Song Yuanchao: "Now is a good time for you to do work, is it happy for you to put down your work and come to see me every day?" ”

"Boy, I'm happy to do my job well, Master, I'm not happy to run to me every day, besides, didn't you come here once before the Chinese New Year? As long as you have Master in your heart. ”

Song Yuanchao nodded, and continued to raise his glass: "Thank you Master for your understanding, come, let's have a drink, I wish you good health!" ”

"Hehe, this can be there, cheers!" Ma Xunle picked up the wine glass and touched it with Song Yuanchao, raised his hand and dried it up.