Chapter 390 The Spirit Has Already Transformed into Seeds
Lin Zihuai had good things happen to him one after another, and the whole family was immersed in anticipation for the future, but unexpectedly... a piece of news came and broke everyone's joy.
The radio in the military compound sounded, and after the rustling sound of electricity, the announcer's solemn and sad announcement came: "Premier Zhou, a great proletarian revolutionary and outstanding leader, died of a serious illness after unsuccessful medical treatment..."
In an instant, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Chu Mingzhou's face suddenly changed, he stood up abruptly, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the tea formed dark marks on the blue bricks.
Lin Anan subconsciously clenched her fists, and her eyes instantly turned red.
How could she have forgotten this?
Three heavyweight leaders will pass away this year.
To all Chinese people, these people are true great men, role models of revolution, and irreplaceable leaders.
Lin Anan felt a tightness in her chest and raised her hand to gently calm herself down. The figure in her memory who was always tall and elegant, and who shocked everyone with his laughter and conversation in diplomatic occasions, was gone just like that!
Chu Mingzhou frowned tightly, his face was unusually pale, "The military region will definitely hold a memorial ceremony tomorrow, I have to arrange it. The Prime Minister has devoted his entire life to the country, we have to see him off for the last time..."
He didn't even have time to say anything to his family. He stood up, picked up his coat and rushed out.
Lin Zihuai had a wooden expression. He recalled that when he was rehearsing in the art troupe last year, the radio was playing Premier Zhou’s speech when he met foreign guests. That steady and powerful voice had made the entire rehearsal hall quiet down and listen. Although they couldn’t see the real person, it still made people stand in awe.
It’s only been a year...
At this moment, the voice and smile in his memory overlapped with the bad news on the radio, making his throat tight and unable to speak.
Chu Minglan ran in from the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. "Didn't Premier Zhou say he would lead us to realize the Four Modernizations? How come..."
Lin Anan forced herself to stand up, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. "Zihuai, pack up. I have to go back to the Intelligence Analysis Department. You should also hurry back to the Art Troupe."
"good!"
"Xiaolan and Xiaoyu stay at home obediently."
"Got it, sister-in-law."
As dusk deepened, the military compound fell into silence. As Lin Anan and her companions walked past, many neighbors opened their doors and stood there silently.
All the soldiers rushed back to their units as soon as possible, but everyone was extremely silent.
The sentry at the entrance of the army stood up straight and saluted, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't even control the most basic emotions and cried like a tearful man.
At this moment, sadness is no longer a personal emotion, but a common mourning of the entire military region and the entire country.
The incandescent lights in the intelligence analysis department were buzzing, casting a layer of cold gray over the combat maps on the wall.
There were footsteps coming one after another outside the corridor, mixed with suppressed sobs, which made people feel heavy.
"Immediately organize the archives of important diplomatic events related to the Prime Minister's life. Give important foreign languages to Translator Lin for translation. The military district must make a commemorative special overnight." Old Tan pushed the door open, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
"yes."
Documents were moved out one by one, and a yellowed old newspaper fell down. It was a report of Premier Zhou's attendance at the Bandung Conference many years ago. In the photo, he was wearing a Zhongshan suit, with a sharp gaze, and calmly mediating in the diplomatic turmoil.
Lin Anan stared at it in a daze, her fingers gently running over the photo of Premier Zhou in the newspaper, as if she could touch the warmth of that turbulent era.
"Premier Zhou once said that the real battlefield is not just a rain of bullets! He laid a dragnet on the intelligence front, letting us know that the hidden front is an important guarantee for the victory of the revolution, and only by discovering the details can we set up a shield for the front line! Now, Premier Zhou has left us..."
As Mr. Tan was talking, he got stuck and said, "Let's get started."
"yes."
The content of the secret telegram given to Lin Anan was part of Premier Zhou's manuscripts when he participated in international negotiations in his early years.
“There is no trivial matter in diplomacy; the truth lies in the details.”
At two o'clock in the morning, everyone in the Intelligence Analysis Department was still busy.
Chief of Staff Fang called Lin Anan to stop, "You are in a heavy condition, so go back first. We are here."
"Okay, I'll go back first. I'll come back tomorrow morning."
Now it is the late stage of pregnancy, Lin Anan is really tired, she has to be strong in moderation, even if she is extremely sad, she has to go back and rest first.
After handing over the work at hand, Lin Anan left the intelligence analysis department.
The lights in various parts of the army were kept on all night.
Lin Anan knew that everyone was busy preparing for tomorrow's memorial ceremony.
The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind blew fine snow against the military coats.
Lin Anan supported her bulging belly and her steps were much heavier than usual.
The street lights in the military compound were covered with frost, which made her shadow very long.
When passing by the rehearsal hall of the art troupe, I could faintly hear the low sound of an accordion, it was a song called "Farewell".
The sound of the piano was intermittent, occasionally mixed with suppressed sobs, and seemed extremely empty and uncomfortable.
Lin Anan only stayed for a moment and then continued walking home.
When I pushed open the door, Chu Minglan had not returned to her room to rest yet. She was leaning on the sofa, resting her head on her hands, with her eyes half closed.
"Sister-in-law, you're back."
Lin Anan just opened the door and woke her up.
"Well, I'm back. Why are you still sitting here in the middle of the night?"
"I was a little worried about you, so I waited."
Lin Anan's eyes were hot, he put his arms around her, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
Outside the window, the cold wind was still howling fiercely, making the windows rustle.
"I am not sad. Although the Prime Minister has left us, his spirit has already turned into seeds and planted in the hearts of every Chinese son and daughter, taking root and sprouting, and will continue to grow."
After she finished speaking, Chu Minglan couldn't control her tears again. She leaned in Lin Anan's arms, sobbing.
Lin Anan hugged Chu Minglan, feeling her slightly trembling shoulders, and her eyes became moist again.
The ticking of the wall clock in the living room was particularly clear in the quiet night.
The snow outside the window was getting heavier, hitting the glass, as if the sky was weeping for the Prime Minister.
"Sister-in-law, I grew up listening to the stories about Premier Zhou and Chairman Mao. Premier Zhou was a very good person!
My grandmother said that during the famine, he was the leader who lost the most weight. In order to save food, he reduced his own rations to leave more for the people.
I saw him when I was a child, but... I was too young at that time, and I can't remember what he looked like... Sister-in-law..."
Seeing the little girl lose her composure for the first time, Lin Anan gently wiped away the tears on her face and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, my sister-in-law will bring back Premier Zhou's photo tomorrow, Xiaolan, don't cry anymore."
It took Chu Minglan a while to calm down, and she raised her head apologetically, "I'm sorry for making my sister-in-law worry."
"Little fool, don't say sorry, sister-in-law will go to bed with you."
"Okay, thank you, sister-in-law."
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