Chapter 391: Memorial Service
The next morning.
The biting cold wind, carrying fine snow, swept across the Northwest in a weeping and complaining manner.
The entire military region was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the main road had already been wrapped with white ribbons. The elegiac couplets with white characters on a black background trembled slightly in the wind, as if in silent mourning.
The leaders of the Northwest Military Region have all rushed to Kyoto to attend the mourning service.
In front of the military district auditorium, the national flag was lowered to half-mast, and tens of thousands of soldiers lined up in an orderly manner. Everyone was in neat uniform, except for a small homemade white flower pinned on their chest.
Chu Mingzhou stood tall at the front of the team, his eyes firm and sad, revealing his deep remembrance of the Prime Minister.
Lin Anan stood in the queue of the intelligence analysis department. Although she was in the late stage of pregnancy and had difficulty moving, she still stood straight with her back and her eyes full of respect.
Around her, her colleagues all had solemn expressions. The once vibrant intelligence department was now shrouded in sadness.
At exactly nine o'clock, the shrill air raid sirens resounded through the sky, shaking everyone's hearts.
All vehicles honked their horns at the same time; the sounds of the horns and the sirens intertwined together, as if it were the most sorrowful elegy in the world.
All officers and soldiers slowly took off their military caps, bowed their heads, and observed three minutes of silence.
During these three minutes, the entire military zone was so silent that it seemed as if time had stopped.
Lin Anan closed her eyes, feeling indescribable pain in her heart.
She had never thought that she would experience such an experience. She had never met the Prime Minister in person, but as a soldier at this time, the inexplicable bond between her and him was so deep that it could not be dissolved or cut off...
She was reluctant to part with the Prime Minister and missed him. His elegant demeanor and a life of selfless dedication to the country and the people flashed through her mind like a movie.
After the moment of silence, Lin Zihuai led the art troupe to play the song "Farewell".
The low and sad melody flows slowly, like a river of sadness, soaking everyone's heart.
The sounds of accordion, erhu and flute intertwined with each other, bringing people's thoughts to the imaginary ten-mile-long street, as if they saw the tragic scene of the people of the capital braving the severe cold and spontaneously seeing off the Prime Minister.
There was only a wreath in front of the auditorium, and on the ribbon of the wreath were written in large, vigorous and powerful characters: "Deeply mourn the beloved Prime Minister."
Chu Mingzhou and several brigade commanders and regiment commanders, representing all the officers of the military region, walked slowly to the portrait of the Prime Minister and solemnly saluted with a standard military salute. They stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave.
Afterwards, the soldiers lined up in a long queue and walked to the portrait one by one to bow and express their admiration and remembrance for the Prime Minister.
Many people cried in front of the portrait, expressing their reluctance to part with the Prime Minister in the simplest way.
Lin Anan also moved forward slowly with the team.
When she walked to the portrait, she bowed deeply, her eyes filled with tears.
She silently vowed in her heart that she and her family would inherit the Prime Minister's will, continue to work hard in their respective positions, and contribute their own strength to the country's construction and development.
No regrets!
After the farewell ceremony, people were reluctant to leave for a long time. Some stopped to gaze at the portrait, while others whispered about his deeds.
At this time, the snow in the sky was falling even harder, and snowflakes were fluttering down, as if the sky was also sad about his departure, and was using the purest white color to bid farewell to the most flawless person.
The entire Northwest Military Region was immersed in grief, but the Prime Minister's spirit was like a light that never went out, illuminating everyone's way forward.
evening.
When Chu Mingzhou came back, he had already calmed down. When he met Lin Anan's worried eyes, he just said it was okay.
"Drink some porridge. You haven't eaten for a day. Be careful not to hurt your stomach."
There was light porridge and side dishes on the table, very simple.
The whole family had a poor appetite, but in order not to worry each other, they all sat down.
The dinner table was surprisingly quiet...
After dinner, Chu Mingzhou went to wash the dishes and everyone else went back to their rooms.
Lin Anan leaned against the window, staring at the heavy snow falling outside. The warm yellow light in the house and the cold white of the snow curtain intertwined, casting a mixture of light and dark shadows on her face.
"Don't stand for too long, be careful of swollen legs." When Chu Mingzhou returned to the house, he felt very distressed to see her like this.
Lin Anan turned around and leaned into his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed for a moment. "Actually, I should ask you, how many hours have you been working non-stop since yesterday?"
She looked up and saw in the light the dark circles under Mingzhou's eyes and his dry lips that were a little pale.
Chu Mingzhou sighed softly and rested his chin on the top of her head: "I'm not tired, don't worry."
"Chu Mingzhou, don't be sad, I will always be by your side, and you still have me." Lin Anan snuggled into his arms and hugged him gently.
"Many years ago, I went to Kyoto on a mission and met the Prime Minister. He stood on the Tiananmen Gate Tower and said a lot. His eyes were firm and gentle... At that time, I felt that as long as we follow such a leader, the country will definitely get better."
Lin Anan reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her fingertips brushing his slightly trembling eyelashes, "The Prime Minister left the fire to us. Look at those young soldiers today. The light in their eyes is the same as yours, so good.
The Prime Minister’s spirit will be passed down from generation to generation.”
Chu Mingzhou tightened his grip, as if to draw strength from Lin Anan: "I'm not as good as you think. I have many shortcomings. I'm afraid that I won't do well and I'm afraid of disappointing..."
He had never told these words to anyone during the day in the military area, but now in front of his closest people, this steely man finally let down all his guard.
"You've done very well." Lin Anan buried her head in the crook of his neck. "You are upright, calm, and brave. You selflessly protect your country and people. Chu Mingzhou, you are very good."
The snow outside the window had become lighter at some point, and the moonlight penetrated the clouds, casting silver light on the snow.
Chu Mingzhou loosened his arms, held Lin Anan's face, and rubbed her face gently with his thumb, "Really?"
"Really, you are so, so nice!"
Lin Anan smiled and nodded, took his hand and gently placed it on her belly, "The baby will be proud to have a father like you."
Chu Mingzhou's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "An An, thank you."
At this moment, sadness and joy are intertwined, but new strength is also born.
Lin Anan suddenly felt that inheritance had never been so concrete - it is the light in the eyes of young people, the clenched fists of every ordinary person, and the galaxy formed by millions of tiny forces, written by generations of brave people.
There will be storms on the road ahead, but as long as the faith in our hearts remains, we will surely move towards a brighter tomorrow.
With their efforts and will...
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