Song Yiyuan raised his tear-stained face and said to Father Song: "Dad, didn't you say that rescue operations are already underway? How could that be?"
Father Song: "Four were rescued last night When I was little, Dean Shi tried his best, but your grandpa Mao suffered from too many illnesses."
He explained to Song Yiyuan softly.
Seeing his son's face full of tears, Song's father felt very uncomfortable.
Early yesterday morning, he and his father heard the news that the old leader had fallen asleep in the hospital, and they couldn't accept it for a while.
This was their spiritual leader, guiding them forward. Hundreds of difficult problems were placed in front of him, but they could not overwhelm him. In the end, the disease took his life.
He was so persevering and courageous. From his youth to his old age, he led a group of equally brave people to use blood and flesh to transform the devastated China into the brand-new China it is today.
He dedicated his entire life to this land.
Now Hua Guo is like a baby that has just learned to walk, groping forward, and he passed away like this.
He has not yet seen the country of China he founded turn into a strong young man.
What kind of grief is this.
Thinking of this, Father Song also looked sad.
Mother Song reminded her gently: "Okay, let's go, there are still many things to discuss."
Father Song nodded.
His father went to discuss matters regarding his successor, and he also went to the military headquarters to discuss condolences and other matters.
"You don't have to wait for us to eat at noon." Mother Song said to Lin Qingqing.
"Okay." Lin Qingqing responded and watched the Song family members go out.
I guess I will be very busy these days.
"Xiao Si, go wash your face, your grandpa doesn't like this the most."
Grandma Song finished her breakfast and said calmly.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you upstairs."
Lin Qingqing accompanied Song Yiyuan to their wedding room on the second floor.
Song Yiyuan sat on the bed, his eyes dull, and the sad look stayed on his face.
Lin Qingqing sat down, hugged him, patted his back gently, and stayed with him silently.
After a long time, Lin Qingqing turned around and saw that the man was asleep.
It may be that you are too excited at the moment, and your energy is consumed quickly and cannot be replenished.
Lin Qingqing laid him down and straightened his body, took off his shoes, put his feet on the bed, and walked out the door slowly.
She came downstairs, where Grandma Song and Wu Fangnian were watching TV with their two children.
Grandma Song turned sideways and saw Lin Qingqing coming down. She waved to Lin Qingqing to sit next to her.
"Where is Xiaosi?"
"Sleeping."
"Rare." Grandma Song sighed.
She asked Lin Qingqing: "Do you know what happened?"
Lin Qingqing glanced at Grandma Song and Wu Fangnian and nodded: "I probably know."
Grandma Song sighed: "Xiao Si joined the army partly because of his family, and partly because of the encouragement of his old leader. He has been with his grandfather since he was a child. Over time, he saw the old leader more times than his father, so naturally he also "I was inspired by it."
"Once the old leader asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up. The seven-year-old boy said childishly that he wanted to serve the country as a soldier. The old leader laughed and said, "I am ambitious. You also have to be capable. China will rely on your generation in the future. '"
"After that, Xiao Si began to pester his grandfather to learn fighting, shooting, and martial arts. He learned all of them. He joined the army at the age of fifteen and earned himself a lot of military honors along the way."
"Three years ago, the old leader established the Eagle Claw Group with the purpose of cleaning up the spies in the country and naming them. When Xiaosi came to lead, he became even more desperate."
Grandma Song narrated the story between Song Yiyuan and the old leader.
Lin Qingqing was fascinated by what he heard.
"He is really trying too hard." She concluded.
Grandma Song took her hand: "So please comfort him, this incident has hit him hard."
"I understand, grandma."
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At 10:30, Song Yiyuan woke up and went downstairs to see his wife pressing her grandmother's legs.
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"Grandma, your legs caught cold when you were young. Applying plaster can only relieve it. I will give you a massage every other day, and then smoke your legs with hot water soaked in mugwort. In the past few years, "I won't get sick again."
"Really? Qingqing, you still have this problem? My breasts also have this problem. Can I call her and press it when it rains?" My legs hurt so much that I can't walk," Wu Fangnian said excitedly.
"I learned from the old doctor who was sent down to the village before. I don't need to run around with breast milk. If it's convenient for you, take me to where you breast milk." Lin Qingqing continued to press her hands.
Wu Fangnian waved his hand: "My home is not far from here, just a few bus stops away."
She was so embarrassed to bother Lin Qingqing that she even came to the door.
"Okay, when I massage grandma, you can bring your milk."
"Okay, okay." Wu Fangnian saw Grandma Song squinting her eyes in comfort and nodded repeatedly. .
She seemed to see her grandma's leg disease healed.
Grandma Song praised: "Qingqing's pressing is really good. I feel that the knee is so warm that I can stretch it back and forth. Xiaosi has really found a treasure."
"Not only did I find a treasure, I also took advantage of it." Song Yiyuan walked to the sofa in the living room and said.
Lin Qingqing turned to look at him with red eyes and a smile on his face.Not up to the eyes.
It seems that it will not recover in a short time.
"Bring me a glass of water, I'm thirsty." She ordered Song Yiyuan.
The man quickly picked up the cup on the coffee table, poured a glass of water and handed it to Lin Qingqing.
"Go cook, it's almost eleven o'clock." Lin Qingqing ordered again.
Find something for him to do so that he won’t think so much when he is busy.
Song Yiyuan's face was solemn, and he led the military salute and said: "As ordered."
Then he walked to the kitchen with military steps.
Grandma Song said with a smile: "Our Qingqing knows how to train men."
Lin Qingqing smiled but said nothing.
At 12 o'clock, Grandma Song and others came to the table, and four dishes were already placed on the table.
Spicy and sour potato shreds, braised chicken nuggets, scrambled eggs with green onions, sauerkraut stew.
When Song Chengyu saw the pot of meat, he blinked and said, "Uncle, your cooking is much more delicious than my mother's."
Grandma Song shook her head with a smile. , my great-grandson is a ghost.
Song Yiyuan directly exposed his flattery: "Why do you think my cooking is better than your mother's before you eat it? You are dishonest."
Song Chengyu pursed his lips and said : "My mother doesn't use meat in her cooking. Your bowl is full of meat, so of course it's delicious."
As soon as this was said, everyone at the table laughed.
It was already one o'clock when Lin Qingqing and the Song family finished lunch chatting and laughing.
Neither Zhou Yingying nor Zhuang Chaoyue came back today. Wu Fangnian cannot take care of four children by himself.
Song Yiyuan was responsible for coaxing Song Chengyu to sleep, Grandma Song took care of Song Yunhui's daughter Song Lingle, Lin Qingqing took Zhuang Chaoyue's daughter Song Lingshao, and Wu Fangnian took care of her own child Song Chengting.
At 2:10 in the afternoon, Song Yiyuan sent Song Chengyu and Song Chengting to school again.
Song Chengyu went to the upper class of kindergarten at the age of six, and Song Chengting went to the small class of kindergarten at the age of four. They both went to a kindergarten, just one kilometer away from the military compound, which was specially built for the compound.
Song Lingle and Song Lingshao were just three years old and the other was less than three years old, not yet old enough to go to school.
Grandma Song barely held the children in her hands.
If there are few children in the family, the elders who are relatives of the next generation will be more favored.
Fortunately, several children have been influenced by the words and deeds of their parents, and their outlook on life has not become distorted.
Lin Qingqing felt a little sleepy after not taking a nap today, so she told Grandma Song and went back to her room to rest.
When she woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon, Song Yiyuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down and looking at the ground in trance.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up and asked, "Is grandpa back?"
Song Yiyuan straightened up: "I just came back. The news of his death was announced publicly at four o'clock in the afternoon. The day after tomorrow. peopleCondolences were arranged at the People's Great Hall, and the funeral period was extended to twenty-five days, by which time people from all over the country could come to view the remains. "
Lin Qingqing frowned: "It is summer weather in early September, how can the body be preserved for nearly a month? ”
According to her understanding, the medical technology in the 1970s was not enough to do it.