1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 455: In June, the awns are gone

The three of them just squatted or stood side by side in a corner of the gate, smoking tasteless cigarettes.

The cigarette in Mr. Lou's hand had burned out, the filter was scorched, and the heat hit his hands, so he hurriedly threw it away.

Neither Luo Tao nor Li Xiang paid attention to him, but were immersed in their own sad world and couldn't extricate themselves for a while.

Pengzhu came out of the living room and saw these three lost smokers.

She was not in a hurry or was affected by other things and came to scold her. She stood outside the door and looked this way for a few seconds, and finally walked over to the three of them quickly, "Mr. Luo, are you okay?"

He shook his head and said, "It's okay, I just feel uncomfortable." When Luo Tao thought that the old man was leaving, he felt indescribably awkward.

People say that the past is like smoke, but the past memories of their relationship between master and apprentice are like paintings in an exhibition hall. Scenes shuttle back and forth in his mind, and he cannot forget them.

As he said this, Luo Tao began to sob. For some reason, he couldn't stop crying. Any words or objects in this small courtyard could be the trigger for his tears to burst.

Snot suddenly came out from the nose. He twisted his nose with his right hand, flicked his hand, and wiped it on his pants. At this time, his left and right hands were busy wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The three of them also cried, but they didn't dare to cry loudly. The Lou family covered the wall and cried, Pengzhu squatted and cried with his head in his arms. Li Xiang was the strongest, the tears in the corners of his eyes were like a calm river, without any trace. The sound is not like the gurgling stream.

Luo Tao did not comfort them. It was better to cry about this matter. When people encounter sad things, they cannot suppress them and accumulate them. They must vent them appropriately.

As soon as the four of them calmed down, they heard in the room, "Boju, Boju..."

Then there was the sound of the door being pushed open, and the sound of chaotic footsteps, "Dad...wu..."

For a moment, the courtyard was full of crying...

Luo Tao's legs, which had just changed their strength, softened again, and he fell to the ground, weeping silently with his eyes closed.

The young master of the Lou family ran indoors, Pengzhu stood up and fell down, their dear grandfather was gone...

Li Xiang helped Pengzhu up and reached out to support Luo Tao. Luo Tao shook his head slightly and waved them away.

He doesn't want to go, and he doesn't dare to go. He still can't face the "separation between yin and yang".

Sitting blankly, he thought...

It was the first time I came to the Zhang family. He was so amiable and amiable, without any condescension. The two talked about the origins of the two families.

Later, I asked Tuan for advice, and then... Tuan visited Luo's house for the first time.

Then, and later... Luo Tao would visit the southern coast of Hainan whenever he had time or when passing by.

He participated in a high-end salon, stalked the students who became Men, and then sent his son to study with Men.

Later, I got old...

Now, he is gone...

June, awn!
Although I have seen this small courtyard for a few more years than before, none of this can erase the sadness that I'm leaving at this time for those who knew me well.

A mere few years are not worth mentioning compared to the contribution he has made to our nation.

There are tens of thousands of people with wealth and status at home and abroad in ancient and modern times, but Gao Jie is the only one who can continue the cultural lifeline of the country.

His great Confucianism, Bodhisattva's benevolent deeds, and noble and benevolent deeds are an insurmountable monument in the history of Chinese culture and art.

People come and go, and everyone who passes by here will look at Luo Tao and say a few words of comfort.

"You idiot, why are you still sitting here? Why don't you go and take a look? When Mr. Boju is buried, you won't be able to see him again." The fat old man, leaning on a bamboo stick, beat the blue bricks sadly.

Luo Tao then calmly said to Mr. Qi, "Hey!" With tears in his eyes, he entered the simple mourning hall that had just been set up.

Qi Lao looked at Luo Tao's soulless figure with both sadness and relief. He lamented in a long voice, "Alas! People die like grass and trees, and their lives are exhausted like lamps. It's going to be fast, and I..."

Qi Lao saw his old friends die of illness one after another, which made him feel lonely and sad about life and death.

As soon as the husband passed away, others were ready to notify relatives and friends.

Qi Lao has been coming to Zhang's house frequently in the past few days, staying for half a day. Today, he came by himself, so he came earlier than others.

The husband was also moved out of the bedroom and parked in the main hall.

Just wait for the people from the funeral home to come and put the body into the ice coffin.

Mr. Pan passed out due to the grief of his husband's departure, and he just woke up, lying quietly in the studio.

In the main hall, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lou's family are taking care of Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang was born to Mr. Zhang’s third wife, Ms. Wang Yunxiang.

Luo Tao did not say hello to them, but looked at his husband's remains with tears in his eyes. His face was pale and bloodless...

Just like when my grandfather Luo Jing passed away, he was still so peaceful and peaceful.

Luo Tao stretched out his trembling hand and touched his face. This was the first time he touched his husband like this, and it was also the last time he touched his husband.

Luo Tao had touched the face of the person he loved and respected the most for ten years.

"Goodbye, sir."

At eleven o'clock, the people from the funeral home came to Zhang's house. The four of them were very ruthless and cold-faced as they put the mattress into a long, cold glass cabinet.

There were people crowding around the courtyard, indoors, and around Bingbing Coffin.

Luo Tao was placed in a corner, watching them cry, watching them grieve, and listening to them directing the funeral and preparing the funeral committee in the studio.

Not long after, several people came in wearing black and gray Chinese tunic suits, all with sad faces, bowed and expressed condolences to all the relatives.

Then they joined the funeral committee.

None of this has anything to do with Luo Tao. At this time, he is a sad man who has lost his loved ones.

I don't know how much time passed before a voice called him, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Tao was a little startled, his mouth was dry, and he looked at the mother and son in front of him.

He wanted to cry but had no tears left, so he pulled him over and hugged Little October's head, "Dad is fine."

Then he let go of him and said, "Have you said hello to Grandpa Zhang?"

"I asked, but where is Grandpa Zhang lying? I called him, but he ignored me. Did he leave like Grandma Yu, to a place far away?"

The little guy cried as he spoke.

Grandma Yu was an old man who passed away last year in the alley deep inside Baihua.

"Grandpa Zhang is tired. Just take a rest and he will be fine." He raised his head and said to the sad Zhu Lin, "Take your children and go in to accompany Mr. Pan."

"I know, you..." Zhu Lin still didn't say the words, so he pulled Xiao October into the house.

Everyone in the Luo family came to pay their respects, and they all came to bid farewell to the old man with reverence.

dusk,

The crow has settled in its nest.

The setting sun is lonely, and an era is really over.

Luo Tao held his son in his arms, and the two men were preparing to send Mr. Zhang off for the last journey. At dawn tomorrow, Mr. Jiang's body would be moved to Baoshan, where he would never be seen again.

He was supposed to go to Baoshan Funeral Home tonight, but Mr. Pan made a special request to the organization to let Mr. Zhang stay at home one more night.

Everyone was silent all night, standing or sitting on stools. Before the twelve bells rang, Little October fell asleep. This time he would definitely dream that Mr. Zhang invited him to eat Lao Mo's bread. . "Pengzhu, go and hug little October to rest in the back room."

The listless Pengzhu was stunned for a moment when he heard his mother's instructions, then quickly turned around and walked to Luo Tao, "Mr. Luo, you'd better take Little October to rest first, we are here. "

Luo Tao glared at her when she heard this, but said nothing, and she did not expect that Luo Tao was angry with her because of these words.

"My mother told me to take little October to rest."

Luo Tao gently hugged little October. The little guy was so strong that Pengzhu would not be able to hold him.

Luo Tao whispered to her: "It was my fault just now, please don't..."

She stopped Luo Tao, cried and sobbed: "You are right... you are my grandpa's good student. I thank you for..."

Luo Tao also stopped her from continuing. It was true that everyone shed too many tears today.

Luo Tao worked hard, carried little October into the studio, and placed him on a small bed to rest.

Mr. Pan was sitting outside the bedroom door, looking haggard and nothing else.

Luo Tao didn't know her mood at this time, whether she had seen through life and death, or despised life and death, or...

That day's "Xinwen Lianbo" temporarily added an obituary and broadcast the news of Mr. Zhang's death to the people across the country.

The rooster sings all over the world!

Day two.

People from Baoshan Funeral Home arrived before dawn, but they were not in a hurry to perform their assigned tasks, as if they were waiting for someone.

07:30 minutes.

A funeral committee composed of people from culture, cultural relics, the Forbidden City, the capital, and others arrived.

A group of professional reporters also came.

A person who should be a leader, Luo Tao doesn't know much about this person, "Mr. Pan, please be sure to express your condolences... The passing of Mr. Zhang is also a huge loss for our country, and we all mourn for it It’s a pity... His great contribution to the country’s cultural undertakings will definitely be written in the history books.”

She held the leader's hand and sobbed: "I'm fine, thank you, thank you, the organization,... thank you, still remember him."

He expressed condolences to all the relatives of the Zhang family, and unexpectedly walked up to Luo Tao, "Comrade Luo Tao, please show your condolences. Mr. Zhang's legacy still needs you."

Luo Tao really didn't know that there was such a leader at the top, so he could only say that he was short-sighted, "Thank you for your concern, leader..."

The two of them just exchanged simple greetings. When Wang Buchang arrived at Wenhua Bu, he said carefully: "Mr. Luo, you have lost a lot of weight. Please take care of yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, Buchang Wang. Who was that just now?"

He couldn't believe that Luo Tao didn't know the person just now. Everyone was attending the conference together this year. Furthermore, Luo Tao had so many connections there that he wouldn't know the person just now, "Secretary*."

Luo Tao nodded and thanked him. No wonder he looked familiar. He had seen him before.

The leader just now and the Buchang Wang in front of him were both newly elected by this year's conference.

Luo Tao had interacted with Wang Buchang many times, but each time it seemed that it was not very pleasant. When the two met together, they would talk about two topics, one was literature, and the second was when to make shoes.

Dayou: I have been waiting for you for a long time. We are short of a good comrade like you who is good at making shoes and has a thoughtful mind.

It seems that the higher-ups took Mr. Zhang’s death very seriously, otherwise it would be impossible for a democrat like Mr. Zhang to have a vice-elder-level funeral committee.

Afterwards, more than a dozen comrades from Baoshan Funeral Home carried Mr. Zhang’s body to Baoshan.

Baoshan Funeral Home also has a mourning hall.

Mr. Zhang's body will be placed here first. When the farewell ceremony for the body is held on June 6, Mr. Zhang and his old man will be buried in peace and will no longer interfere with worldly affairs.

After arranging his husband's affairs, Luo Tao sat on a badly worn sofa in their office area and fell asleep. Luo Tao was really tired these days.

No one called him either.

Luo Tao had a long, long dream, dreaming about the past and the future. Naturally, he also dreamed about his husband's instructions to him before he passed away.

"Mr. Luo, Luo..."

In his sleep, Luo Tao felt someone pushing him gently and shouting, which sounded like...

He broke out in a cold sweat, "You, oh, it's Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"

Mr. Zhang, "Let's go over there and have some food."

The cafeteria of Baoshan Funeral Home is just down the mountain.

"Ugh!"

Everyone had a simple breakfast. To be honest, the food here is not delicious. They would rather eat out for a meal than come here to see it.

Take a second look, maybe... Alas!

After dinner, Luo Tao remembered that Xiao October was still asleep in the studio.

"Mr. Luo, little October is fine. My mother called Zhu Lin before coming here. She should take him home."

"Oh, that's good. Thank you Mr. Pan for being attentive."

There were seats in the mourning hall, but no one sat on them. They all stood and looked at the old man.

Many people from all walks of life came in the morning and afternoon.

Even Mr. Wang Zezhao, whom he had not seen for two years, hurried over. (Mr. Zhang’s only Liyuan disciple) “Yu Shuyan has a female disciple named Meng Xiaodong, and I have a female disciple named Wang Zezhao.” From this sentence, we can tell that Mr. Love for this disciple.

Mr. Wang Zezhao is also a famous female veteran of Peking Opera in my country.

When she saw her mentor's body, she shed tears of pain and said many sad words.

She works in Tianjin. Although the two places are close to each other, it is a bit difficult to meet each other. In recent years, all parts of the country have been trying to invigorate the market, and Peking Opera is no exception. She is also a famous actress in Tianjin, and she is already in her sixties. To perform with the troupe all over the place.

Luo Tao did not step forward to persuade this man, he really didn't know what to say.

I just quietly looked at the various people who came to pay homage to my husband.

On the 7th, newspapers all over the capital were discussing this matter, and they all unanimously praised Mr. Patriotism... and his noble qualities.

On the morning of the 8th, Mr.’s memorial service began in the first farewell room of Baoshan Funeral Home.

Sad music echoed through the hall.

Secretary Chen deeply commended Mr. Zhang’s lifetime achievements. Elder Li attended the memorial service on behalf of the upper management. Leaders from all ministries attended. The upper level leaders also sent wreaths, and famous figures such as Park Chu-lao and Xia Lao sent elegiac couplets.

It's a pity that there is no state funeral of the highest level that Luo Tao has been thinking about.

This is a bit overthinking. Since the founding of New China, there have been only a few capable people, and the only outsiders are the later Mr. Huo.

Luo Tao was not a family member and was not with the Zhang family. Instead, he brought the Luo family to pay homage to his husband.

We walked around Mr.’s body, taking a look at it, and saying our final goodbyes together.
After the memorial service was over, the husband left with a smile.

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