Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Hold on, maybe after this downhill, there is still a smooth road ahead. However, if you can't stand on your own, you will be kicked and stumbled by others, and the outcome will be hard to say.

What will happen in the future? Without experience, who can have a bottom in his heart?

As the old man himself said, he himself hated the faction. But just beside him, over the past few decades, a huge political group led by the Liu family has been formed.

The so-called great tree and deep root is no better than this, which can not be transferred by anyone's thought. I'm afraid that in the eyes of most civilian cadres, the Liu system is actually a representative of some kind of bureaucratic group. No matter what your original intention is, in the eyes of outsiders, the Liu system is indeed a political entity that has affected the trend of the country.

After grandpa's death, no matter whether people sincerely respect grandpa or have to respect him due to form, whether they agree or disagree with the behavior style of this group, differentiation and weakening, until the existence of this bureaucratic group is eliminated, it is an imperative move of the high level.

Fortunately, there are uncle and uncle standing proudly in front. Otherwise, they will lose their grandfather's protection. From then on, they are afraid to face all kinds of pressure from all aspects. The sudden heavy pressure must be enough to suffocate people.

There are more than two years left, and uncle will retire. I'm afraid that at that moment, it's the time to really test himself. Although he slept hazily, Zhao Jianhui felt that his mind had never been so clear. He closed his eyes and thought silently. It seemed to outsiders that he was still sleeping. He didn't even flash his eyelashes.

"Quick, quick, cardiotonic, old Liu can't..." at this time, the door of the ward was opened from the inside. President Ma's face with sweat stretched out from the door and shouted to the nurse outside. The lounge where Zhao Jianhui is located is actually an outer suite,. Just now, when my father and uncle went out, they didn't close the door. President Ma's voice was still heard clearly.

He suddenly woke up and stood up. He didn't notice long Lingyun, who had been sitting quietly beside him, and ran quickly to the door.

The eldest aunt, the second aunt, the second aunt's family, several cousins such as Liu Meiyu and Liu Meiqi, and several cousins of Liu Feng and Liu Jun rest in the hospital hotel. There are few people in the lounge now. Only Zhao Jianhui, the young couple of long Lingyun and Dafeng Erfeng help watch Bruce Lee. Hearing this voice, they all rushed out with Zhao Jianhui.

When Zhao Jianhui rushed to the sickbed in the ward, he saw that Grandpa's slightly open eyes had lost their luster in the past. He whispered as if he wanted to say something, but he just slightly wriggled his lips, but he couldn't make a sound.

Zhao Jianhui's heart was like a knife, and his eyes were wet at once.

Liu Zongxin and Liu Qingbin also ran in from the corridor. While Liu Zongxin ran inside, he still didn't know who was calling his cell phone.

Zhao Jianhui almost trembled, stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's cold hand. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything with his mouth open. Inside the eyes, big tears rolled to the ground.

The old man seemed to see the person in front of him slowly, his eyes lit up, and the frequency of his lips wriggled quickly, as if he had something to say.

Looking at the mouth shape, Grandpa seems to be calling his name "Xiaohui..."

"Dad, what else can't you put down? If you say it, your son will do it for you... "Liu Zongxin suddenly rushed to the hospital bed, trembling in his voice.

The old man's eyes kept staring at Zhao Jianhui's face and couldn't say anything.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Liu Meiyu held her grandmother, followed by three daughter-in-law, followed by a group of granddaughters and grandchildren.

As soon as grandma came in, she threw herself directly into her wife's arms and cried: "old man, you've been strong all your life. You've always kept your word. Why do you want to default on this matter? When we first met, I said you were more than ten years older than me. At that time, I will be left alone. I don't want to marry you an old man. What did you say? You said that you are in good health and will certainly go with me. Why are you playing tricks when you are old? You are leaving now, sobbing... "

She is also an old man in her eighties. It's impossible to cry like this, so everyone tried to hold back their grief and advised her. The old lady and her wife have helped each other all her life. After 60 or 70 years of ups and downs, that feeling is absolutely sincere. Seeing that the old man is leaving, how can she not feel sad from her heart?

Maybe he heard grandma's cry. The old man on the hospital bed seemed very excited. His eyes seemed to become very bright. His pale face just now turned a little flushed.

It was not easy to persuade grandma, uncle Liu Zongchang and second uncle Liu Zongcheng. They also hurried in. At this time, the old man was actually dying, but he still held his breath and didn't close his eyes. His face flushed more and more, his throat wriggled and made a cluck sound.

It seems that the old man is in pain.

Zong Chang, with tears in his eyes, bent down deeply, leaned his mouth almost against the old man's ear, and said in a low voice, "Dad, you've worked hard for the revolution all your life. It's time to rest in peace. You can go at ease."

Zong Cheng sobbed and said, "Dad, my sons will take care of this house. Don't worry..." the old man's eyes turned twice, as if he heard what his son said. But he still kept his eyes wide open and refused to close those eyes with a trace of concern.

After the two brothers had finished, Zongxin also endured grief and said, "Dad, don't hold on. Our three brothers will uphold your wishes and carry forward the Liu family."

The old man's throat sounded louder, and his eyes widened. Zhao Jianhui squeezed over from behind his father and gently said in Grandpa's ear, "Grandpa, do you remember what we said? The grandson will always keep it in mind. Stay when you stay, and retreat when you retreat, as long as it is for the nation. What are the gains and losses of personal honor and Disgrace in matters of national interest?

With Zhao Jianhui's words, Grandpa seemed to have a smile on his face. Yes, the success or failure of the world's major events is just a thing of the past in the heart of this prosperous old man. What he cares about most is the country that gave birth to him.

At 4:23 p.m. on February 6, 2010 and December 23, 2009, Liu died.

In the eulogy broadcast by the TV station, he spoke highly of Liu Lao's life and called him "a great Marxist, a great proletarian revolutionist, militarist and politician, a tested communist soldier and an outstanding leader of the party, the state and the army."

General secretary Kang Jingan, Premier Guo Jiru and the Standing Committee rushed to the hospital at the first time and bowed three times to the old man's body in Liu's ward. General secretary Kang's eyes with black rimmed frames sparkled with crystal tears. Except for Liu Zongchang, all the members of the Standing Committee of the Eighth National Congress looked sad.

The agenda of the body farewell ceremony, memorial service and so on has long been formulated. CCTV broadcast the memorial meeting held by the Central Committee, the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, the State Council, the CPPCC National Committee and the Central Military Commission for Liu Lao. When the general secretary remembered Liu Lao's great achievements with tears in his eyes and expressed the deep sorrow of the whole party, the army and the people of all ethnic groups in China with a sad voice, thousands of people wept and hundreds of cities were in constant sorrow and joy on the TV screen. Many people spontaneously gathered outside the memorial service, hanging their chest with vernacular and silently paying tribute to the respected old man.

The van carrying Liu's coffin was dressed in black gauze and headed west slowly under the escort of the police car. Shili long street was crowded with people who came to see them off spontaneously. Cars parked on both sides of the road whistled spontaneously to express their condolences to Liu.

Liu's ashes were placed in Babaoshan, where he finally reunited with his old comrades in arms again.

On the screen, the ninth Standing Committee took the lead in guiding the people attending the funeral around the tomb, and the military band played a solemn and stirring sad music.

At this moment, in the conference room of Feilong Hotel, all the women led by Ye Qiuyu and their children stood in silence and saw off the most influential old man in the world with a pious heart.

With the change of camera angle, Zhao Jianhui, standing in the front row with a solemn face, also appeared on the TV screen. Gan Xiaojing stared at his thin face, and couldn't help sighing. At this time, you must hold on. There are so many people in this room who need you to guard.

Not everyone is qualified to attend this kind of funeral, and all women are not suitable to appear now. If you want to go to Liu's grave to mourn, you can only wait for these two days.

Mo Zhongtian of Jiangnan province is qualified to attend the funeral of old Liu, as well as Deng Yanrong and Chen Yaowu, Xu Yuanzhong of southern Guangdong Province, minnanfeng, Minister of supervision, and other people. The three sons, two women and handsome children of the Liu family thanked one by one.

After returning home, Zhao Jianhui sat on the sofa alone in a daze. Long Lingyun knew that it was difficult to comfort his sad heart to say anything at this time, so he didn't say anything. He just sat down close to him. Zhao Jianhui threw himself into long Lingyun's arms and cried loudly.

Who says men don't shed tears? That's because I haven't been to the sad place.

Long Lingyun gently hugged his head, his soft fingers didn't live in Zhao Jianhui's head, rubbed it, and whispered, "cry, it's good to cry..."

When she said this, Zhao Jianhui's cry suddenly stopped. He stood up, shook his head a little embarrassed and said, "well, I won't cry. The more at this time, the more I want to cheer up and can't let Grandpa worry."