Song Yiyuan pursed his lips. The old leader once said before that 'all roads are made by people'.
"They will figure out a way."
Lin Qingqing put her arm on the man's shoulder: "It's almost four o'clock."
"Well, let's go ." Song Yiyuan clenched his fists and stood up.
The two of them came downstairs. If Grandpa Song was not in the hall, he should be resting in the bedroom or in the study.
It is now three fifty, and Grandma Song has turned on the radio and placed it next to her.
The sound of the radio's "thorn, thorn, thorn" was particularly harsh in the quiet hall.
Lin Qingqing sat down with Song Yiyuan and waited quietly for the sound to appear on the radio.
In the silence of everyone, the time came to 3:55.
A passionate continuous prelude suddenly sounded from the radio.
It's...G|Song.
The exciting and majestic rhythm hits people's hearts, making them awe-inspiring and wanting to look up at the blue sky, white clouds, and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
Look at the motherland that has experienced humiliation and has grown stronger again.
The singing sounds are circulating in my ears one after another. At this moment, hundreds of millions of Chinese people are bathing in the passionate singing together.
Four o'clock sharp.
The music stopped suddenly and was silent for three seconds before a rich baritone voice came from the radio.
His voice was solemn and solemn: "...announced to the people of all ethnic groups"
"...After careful treatment after falling ill, he finally recovered. Due to the deterioration of his condition... he died in Kyoto at 0:10 on September 9th."
The majestic baritone ended, and the tragic music began.
At four o'clock in the afternoon on September 9th, this was a sad moment when the earth stopped rotating - the reporter later wrote in the report.
Eighty million people burst into tears!
The people of the whole country are so sad!
They lost their beloved great leader!
Eighty million people could not accept the news. They called the relevant departments one after another to ask whether the news was true.
Grandma Song also took out her handkerchief, covered her eyes and cried in pain.
Lin Qingqing also shed tears before the announcement on the radio ended.
An era is over.
The wailing tune brings people into a sadder mood.
Several sobbing sounds sounded in the Song family living room at the same time.
After the sad music ended, a solemn and steady baritone came from the radio again. This time it was to announce the condolence time and the entire condolence process. Finally, there was the G song. The whole process was 59 minutes and 50 seconds, just right. Play every hour.
At that time, all channels followed the main station and played the above content in a loop.The news quickly spread throughout China.
It will stop at 12am on the 9th.
The night of September 9th is destined to be a sleepless night.
…
This broadcast made everyone sad.
At the same time, 800 million people witnessed this historic moment.
In the living room of the Song family, Grandma Song was holding a wet handkerchief in a trance. She didn't know whether she was thinking about the old leader's demeanor or the current precarious Kyoto.
Lin Qingqing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Seeing that Song Yiyuan had calmed down, she held Song Yiyuan's hand.
Song Yiyuan smiled back.
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Grandpa Song slowly came out of the study at this time. His aura did not look as domineering as usual.
The look in his eyes became more determined.
"You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow."
He stood in the hall with his hands folded, looked at the sky and sighed.
Then he lowered his head and looked at Song Yiyuan, and said in a calm tone.
"Xiaosi, Commander Wang of your unit is coming. I want to go to the military area, so you can come with me."
Song Yiyuan nodded and asked Lin Qingqing: "Then I'll see you off first. Go back to the new house?"
Lin Qingqing looked at Grandma Song, who waved to her and motioned for her to go back.
"Grandma, I'll come back tomorrow morning." She said.
There is no phone at the new house. Mother Lin and others will definitely be worried if they don’t go back at night. After all, this is a special period.
Grandma Song nodded and wiped the corners of her eyes with the handkerchief.
Lin Qingqing picked up the bag and said to Wu Fangnian: "Second sister-in-law, thank you for taking care of grandma. I will come over tomorrow."
"Go." Wu Fangnian nodded in a daze.
Lin Qingqing followed Song Yiyuan into Grandpa Song's car.
Grandpa Song sat in the front, and Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan sat in the back.
As the car drove out quickly, Lin Qingqing saw that someone in the courtyard was already wearing a black armband on his right arm.
The radio in the compound also played repeated announcements, reminding people of this sad news over and over again.
There are overlapping broadcast sounds from further away, like echoes from different distances.
There was a lot of crying in the courtyard.
This is a sad cry, not a low sob.
After leaving the compound, the sound of broadcasts from everywhere rushed into my ears, and the content of the broadcasts surrounded my ears at 360 degrees.
Pedestrians on the street looked solemn, and some were sitting on the side of the road covering their faces and crying. Some even fainted because they were so excited, and were surrounded by pedestrians shouting for help.
The streets were in chaos for a while.
Some stores have been closedDoors and shops are closing. They have no intention of opening anymore, and ordinary people have no intention of shopping anymore.
Lin Qingqing watched all kinds of messy scenes all the way back to her new house. When she got off the car, Song Yiyuan said, "If I can't come back these days, you take care of yourself."
Lin Qingqing Nodding, he quickly got out of the car.
Grandpa Song and the others are still busy and cannot delay here.
"Grandpa, take care of yourself."
She said to the car window in front.
Grandpa Song raised his hand to indicate that he understood.
The car roared away.
Lin Qingqing opened the door and saw the whole family sitting in a corner of the garden.
Each eye is red and swollen.
Da Mao and a group of children were playing on the swing by themselves.
Seeing that she was back, Mother Lin stood up and hurried over and asked in a tearful voice: "Nier, is what this radio said true?"
Lin Qingqing listened to the heavy noise around her. Diedian's radio was saying, 'In Kyoto at 0:10 on September 9th...'
She nodded: "It's true, Yiyuan won't be back these days. He has something to do." If you're busy, don't cook for one person."
Mother Lin nodded absently.