Chapter 371 Has She Touched a Gun or a Grenade?

"Two bows."

The three old men leaned over 90 degrees again.

"Bow three times."

The three old men leaned over for the last time, this time pausing for five seconds.

"Look!" the host called out.

The three old men came up to the stage one after another, their eyes cast on the ice coffin, gazing solemnly at the old leader's remains, and they slowly circled around the ice coffin.

After turning around and returning to the ice coffin, the three of them raised their hands and saluted together, bidding their final farewell to their old leader.

The host shouted from the side: "The ceremony is over."

The three people's condolences lasted seven minutes.

There are more than 20,000 people in the auditorium. How long will this take?

I probably won’t even have time for dinner, Lin Qingqing thought to herself.

After the three old men sat down, the host paused and called out another group of names.

Still the people in the first row.

It turns out that the list is based on the order of seating.

Two hours later, Song's mother finished the ceremony on behalf of their department, and the host called out, "Deputy Commander Liao of the Kyoto Military Region and Major General Lin are on stage to pay their respects."

Everyone in the audience looked over at once. If condolences were the most important thing, then Lin Qingqing's current identity was their second concern.

Lin Qingqing sat at the outside. She walked out first and then took a half step back. After Deputy Commander Liao came out, she followed him and walked slowly forward.

Everyone at the scene paid attention to Lin Qingqing's every word and action.

The leader who presided over the condolences also squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Qingqing.

"A bow."

Lin Qingqing imitated Grandpa Song's bowing posture, placing her arms at her sides and leaning forward ninety degrees.

She kept an eye on Deputy Commander Liao's movements, and when she saw the person in front of her stand up, she stood up too.

He bowed three times without leaving any room for criticism.

The three old men nodded in satisfaction when they saw Lin Qingqing, who was wearing a military uniform, was calm and measured, and spoke and behaved appropriately.

After that, it was time to go on stage and watch.

She followed closely behind Deputy Commander Liao, gazing at the well-preserved remains of her old leader in the ice coffin with a very respectful look.

As soon as she entered the auditorium, she noticed that the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees, as if the air conditioner had been turned on.

As she approached the ice coffin, she saw several blowers underneath it, blowing out cold air to cool it down.

They were probably afraid that too many people in the auditorium would cause the temperature to rise and damage the body.

The two walked slowly around the ice coffin.

This time, Song Yunhai saw clearly the military rank and medals on Lin Qingqing's chest. Wow, she was several levels higher than him.

Don’t I have to bow when I see my brother and sister-in-law in the future?

Also, how did my delicate and weak younger brother and sister earn so many honors? That special project honor is only valid with the approval of the senior leader.

What great deeds did my brother-in-law and his wife do to save the country and the people to deserve this honor?

He was numb.

His military upbringing prevented him from showing any sign of arrogance at this moment. If he made a fool of himself in such an occasion, he would bring shame to the Song family.

To put it in a broader sense, it is disrespectful to the old leader, and this hat can ruin his life.

Lin Qingqing followed Deputy Commander Liao to the ice coffin and saluted with him.

The host shouted "The ceremony is over" and winked at the leader next to him.

Deputy Commander Liao walked off the stage with a heavy face. Before Lin Qingqing could even step off the stage, a leader standing guard in front of the circle shouted in a loud voice, "What right does she have to come to pay her respects? Has she ever touched a wooden box or a grenade?"

Lin Qingqing's military rank of colonel was decided after discussion among the leaders, and the subsequent rank of major general was decided by the three old men.

The leader who spoke was one of the leaders who had participated in the discussion before, and he voted against it at the time.

It turns out that he has been promoted to major general today.

He was in the same faction as the leaders who presided over the condolences, and was in opposition to the leaders supported by Grandpa Song.

Deputy Commander Liao was no pushover either: "This person was a talent that the old leader valued very much during his lifetime. I think the old leader would naturally want to see her come and say farewell."

He used the old leader to put pressure on him. If the leader opposed, it would be disrespectful to the old leader. If he did nothing, he would be maliciously causing trouble at the old leader's memorial service by interrupting the condolences just now.

Neither right nor wrong has a good reputation.

Lin Qingqing's lips curled slightly.

Mr. Tong then stood up and lifted his shirt, revealing the shiny black wooden belt clipped to his waistband. He patted the clip and said to the leader with a serious face, "If anyone disrupts the memorial service, don't blame me for being rude."

Grandpa Song looked at the leader who was presiding over the mourning and said in a deep voice, "Do you think I'm dead? I can't see through your little tricks."

After both old men spoke, the whole place became even quieter.

The leader who presided over the condolence ceremony acted as if nothing had happened and continued to call people up to pay their respects.

Deputy Commander Liao and Lin Qingqing quickly returned to their seats.

The faces of the other members of the Song family had already turned black.

He made things difficult for the Song family in front of them and didn't care about the Song family at all.

Good, they remembered.

After this little incident, the condolences went smoothly.

Four hours later, someone called out, "Commander Wang of the 957th Unit, Political Commissar Wang, Chief of Staff Lu..."

A group of six leaders, led by the chief, stood up from their seats and walked down.

After the group came on stage, Lin Qingqing looked over. It had only been half a month since they last met, but she felt that the leader had aged a little, and Political Commissar Wang also looked much more haggard.

It was just right that I came here this time to give the ginseng liquid pills to the two of them. I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait before I return to the army.

Ten minutes later, the ceremony was over. The chief and Political Commissar Wang both glanced at Lin Qingqing's side. Seeing that she looked normal, they returned to their seats with peace of mind.

Another two hours passed.

"Full Commander of the Shaanxi Military Region, Political Commissar Jiao, and Commander Liu..."

Lin Qingqing met an old acquaintance again.

She remembered that Political Commissar Jiao had given Liu Kening a gift of ten yuan at the banquet in Shaanxi Province, and that Liu Kening was a good person.

She sold the ancient recipe of "Resurrection of Dead Flesh" to Shaanxi and got the opportunity to cooperate with the army.

Seeing these people, she couldn't help but think of herself when she first came to the 1970s and was desperately looking for support and a place to stay. But in just three months, she was not only married but also had a child.

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Following that, a series of people came on stage to pay their respects.

The memorial service on the first day did not end until eight o'clock in the evening.

Everyone left in an orderly manner. Grandpa Song and others had other things to do, and Song Yiyuan was the busiest.

He applied to guard the body, and would do so every day until the memorial service on the 18th.

Lin Qingqing was really worried about his health, so she stood there for a whole day without eating.