Chapter 367 The Earth Stopped Beating

Song Yiyuan pursed his lips. His old leader once said, "Roads are built by people."

"They'll figure it out."

Lin Qingqing put her arm on the man's shoulder: "It's almost four o'clock."

"Well, let's go ahead." Song Yiyuan clenched his fists and stood up.

The two of them came downstairs. Grandpa Song didn't know that the living room should be a bedroom for rest, or a study.

It was now ten past three, and Grandma Song had already turned on the radio and placed it next to her.

The crackling sound of the radio was particularly harsh in the quiet hall.

Lin Qingqing sat down with Song Yiyuan and waited quietly for the sound to come from the radio.

In the silence of the crowd, the time came to 3:10.

Suddenly, an exciting series of preludes sounded from the radio.

It's... a march.

The passionate and magnificent rhythm strikes people's hearts, making people feel awe and want to look up at the blue sky and white clouds, and the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Look at the motherland that has experienced humiliation and become stronger and stronger.

The songs are played one after another in our ears. At this moment, hundreds of millions of Chinese people are bathing in the passionate songs together.

Four o'clock sharp.

The music stopped abruptly, and there was silence for three seconds before a deep baritone voice came from the radio.

His voice was tragic and steady: "The Chinese People's Representative Committee of the Chinese People's Committee... Letter to the entire Party, the entire Army and the people of all nationalities in the country"

"The Chinese Committee and the Chinese People's Representatives... announce with deep sorrow to the entire Party, the entire army, and the people of all ethnic groups throughout the country: Our great leader, beloved by our Party, our army, and the people of all ethnic groups... after a long illness and meticulous medical treatment, his condition worsened and he passed away in Kyoto at 12:10 on September 9, 1976."

The majestic baritone ended and the mournful music began.

At 4 p.m. on September 9th, a tragic moment, the earth stopped turning - a reporter later wrote in a report.

Eight hundred million people burst into tears!

How sad the people of the whole country are!

They have lost their beloved great leader!

Eight hundred million people could not accept this news. They called the relevant departments to ask whether this news was true.

Grandma Song also took out a handkerchief, covered her eyes and cried bitterly.

Lin Qingqing also shed tears before the announcement on the radio ended.

An era has ended.

The rhythm of mournful music brings people into an even sadder mood.

Several sobbing sounds were heard simultaneously in the Song family's living room.

After the funeral music ended, the radio once again broadcast a tragic and steady baritone voice. This time it was the list of bereavement attendants, followed by an announcement informing the people of the country of the time of mourning and the entire mourning process, and finally the Internationale. The whole program lasted a total of 59 minutes and 50 seconds, and was played exactly once every hour.

At that time, all channels followed the main station and played the above content in a loop hour after hour, allowing the news to spread throughout China.

It will continue until midnight on the 9th.

The night of September 9th is destined to be a sleepless night.

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The broadcast left everyone devastated.

At the same time, 800 million people also witnessed this historic moment together.

In the Song family's living room, Grandma Song was holding a wet handkerchief in a trance. I don't know if she was thinking about the elegance of her old leader or the precarious Kyoto at present.

Lin Qingqing wiped away 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.

At this time, Grandpa Song walked out of the study slowly. His aura did not seem as domineering as that of the day.

But there was more determination in his eyes.

"You are buried in the abyss, and my head is covered with snow."

He stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky and sighed.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Song Yiyuan, speaking in a calm tone.

"Xiao Si, Commander Wang from your unit is coming. I want to visit the military region. Please come with me."

Song Yiyuan nodded and asked Lin Qingqing: "Then I will take you back to your new home first?"

Lin Qingqing looked at Grandma Song, who waved at her, signaling her to go back.

"Grandma, I'll come back soon," she said.

There is no phone at the new house. If I don’t go back at night, Lin Qi and others will definitely be worried. After all, this is a special period.

Grandma Song nodded and wiped the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief again.

Lin Qingqing picked up her bag and said to Wu Fang, "Second sister-in-law, thank you for taking care of grandma. I'll come over soon."

"Okay." Wu Fang also nodded in a daze.

Lin Qingqing followed Song Yiyuan into Grandpa Song’s car.

Grandpa Song sat in the front of the car, and Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan sat in the back.

The car drove out quickly, and Lin Qingqing saw that someone in the compound was already wearing a black armband on his left arm.

The radio in the compound also repeatedly broadcast the announcement, reminding people of this sad news over and over again.

The sound of broadcasts could also be heard from farther away, like echoes from different distances.

There was crying in the courtyard.

This was loud crying, not soft sobbing.

After leaving the compound, the sounds of broadcasts from all over rushed into my ears, and the content of the broadcasts surrounded me in 360 degrees.

The pedestrians on the street looked solemn. Some people sat on the roadside, covering their faces and crying. Some people even fainted from being too excited and were surrounded by pedestrians shouting for help.

The streets were in chaos for a while.

Some shops have already closed, and some are closing soon. They have no intention of reopening, and ordinary people have even less desire to shop.

Lin Qingqing looked at all kinds of messy scenes all the way back to the new house. Before getting off the car, Song Yiyuan said, "If I can't come back in the next few days, take care of yourself."

Lin Qingqing nodded and got out of the car quickly.

Grandpa Song and the others are busy and can't be delayed here.

"Grandpa, please take care of yourself."

She spoke into the front window.

Grandpa Song raised his hand to indicate that he understood.

The car whizzed by.

Lin Qingqing pushed open the door and saw the whole family sitting in a corner of the garden.

All eyes are red and swollen.

Da Mao and a group of children were playing on the swings by themselves.

Seeing her return, Lin Li stood up and hurried over to her, crying, "Ni'er, is what was said on the radio true?"

Lin Qingqing listened to the radio broadcast around her, which was saying, "September 9th, 10:00, Kyoto..."

She nodded: "It's true, Yiyuan hasn't been back these days. He has something to do. It's not enough to cook for one person."

Lin Li nodded absentmindedly.