Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 683 Sixty-eighth piece of mourning (third change)

Later that day, Wang Kewang called again.

"Would you like to read the eulogy for the old man?"

It's hard for Zhang Zhong to answer, of course he is willing, but is he suitable?

What is Wang Meng's identity? The older generation of proletarian revolutionaries, most of the people who want to attend his memorial service are high-ranking people.

Zhang Zhong, although he is famous in the literary world, is still young.

Wang Kewang knew what he was worried about, so he said, "Don't worry about anything else, just say whether you want it or not."

Zhang Zhong finally nodded and said, "Of course."

"Thank you."

"Need not."

……

Reading the eulogy for Wang Meng required a lot of pressure, but Zhang Zhong knew that if he retreated because of fear of this pressure, it would be a disappointment to Wang Meng.

The eulogy cannot be sloppy. Zhang Zhong stayed in front of the computer non-stop to write the eulogy.

Pengpeng wanted to find Zhang to play again several times, but was held back by Xu Yuhan and the others.

"Father is busy, Pengpeng don't bother him."

Pengpeng still doesn't know about Wang Meng's death. If she knows, the grandfather who was chatting with her yesterday has passed away today. It would be too cruel for a seven-year-old child.

The next day, Zhang Zhong's family arrived at the old house.

There were so many people that the old house couldn't hold it anymore, so the memorial service was arranged in the yard without finding another place.

Wang Meng likes his own house, and the Wang family thinks they can let him stay a little longer.

When Zhang Zhong saw Zhuang Yu and the others, their eye circles were darkened, it seemed that they didn't have a good rest after getting the news.

Seeing Zhang Zhong, several people didn't know what to say.

The day before yesterday, they were still talking and laughing here. Although they lamented that Mr. Wang's health was not as good as before, they never thought that this day would come so quickly and so suddenly.

There were a lot of dignitaries present. If it was normal, everyone would definitely come over to have a chat, but today's day is not right, and with the crowded scene in the courtyard, many people had to retreat outside the courtyard.

Zhang Zhong had a task for a while, so he didn't go out, and stayed in the yard.

It was not until the afternoon that the memorial service began.

There was a large circle in the middle of the yard, and Zhang Zhong stood alone inside.

There is no host, no stage, and no microphones.

He bowed first, and then said directly: "In the early morning of October 2022, 1916, Mr. Wang Meng passed away. On the day that Huaxia just celebrated his birthday, we have since lost an older generation of proletarian revolutionaries. An outstanding proletarian cultural fighter, a famous writer, and a political activist who made endless contributions to the Chinese Revolution, the rise of culture and education. Mr. Wang was born in Jinghai County, TJ City in [-]. When he was a boy, he worked in Jinghai Studying in Lutou Primary School in the county..."

In a life spanning more than 100 years, there are too many achievements that can be said. Zhang Chong is not too tedious. He started from Wangmeng Primary School until he was a soldier for a while and then went to college. all experiences.

Zhang Zhong didn't show off his literary talents, but just told Wang Meng's life in detail.

Until the end, Zhang Zhong took a deep breath, "Mr. Wang Meng's multi-faceted efforts in spiritual production throughout his life have made great contributions to the whole nation. He will, together with the great souls of all nations and eras in history, Like the stars in the deep sky, forever shining above our heads!"

After Zhang Zhong finished speaking, he bowed to his family members and guests, and then bowed deeply to Wang Meng's place.

……

The death of Wang Meng is not a trivial matter. He has a high status and a great reputation.

On the same day, the daily newspaper announced the news of Mr. Wang Meng's death.

Many people only realized that Wang Meng had been there before after seeing the news.

This name is too old for everyone, but no matter if you are a history fan, a military fan or a book fan, you all know that there is such a person.

For a while, the Internet was filled with eulogies mourning Mr. Wang Meng.

People from the political circle, the business circle, and the entertainment circle, whether it is true or false, have all emerged.

On the contrary, Zhang Zhong and Zhuang Yu, who were closer to Wang Meng, were collectively silent on the Internet because they were all present.

Originally, CCTV was coming to do a special feature, and wanted to film the memorial service, but it was directly rejected by Wang Kewang and the others.

"Sick."

This was the first time Zhang Zhong heard Wang Kewang swear. For such a gentle and refined person, even if he uttered a swear word that wasn't too rough, he could still see his depressed mood.

Before, Wang Kewang forced a smile on his face and said that this is a happy funeral for the old man. It is a kind of blessing that a person over 100 years old can walk quietly without too much pain.

But look at his red eyes, you can see how many tears he has secretly wiped away.

"I want to burn some books for the old man, some of them are yours, is that okay?" When the memorial service ended, Wang Kewang approached Zhang Zhong and asked.

Zhang nodded, "Of course, what do I need to do?"

"No, it's fine with your consent."

……

On the way home, Peng Peng was in a daze.

She is not young anymore, although Zhang Chong did not directly tell her that Wang Meng was dead, but seeing today's scene and seeing the pictures of the mourning hall, she already understood what happened.

After they returned to the hotel, Zhang Zhong was sitting alone in the room, and Peng Peng ran over to him and asked him, "Dad, it's getting dark, should people rest?"

Zhang Chong glanced at his daughter, not knowing why she said this suddenly.

"The old man told me that day, when it gets dark, people have to rest. Does rest mean death?"

Zhang Zhong pulled his daughter to sit next to him, stroked her head and said, "People always have to rest. Sometimes the rest is shorter, and sometimes it is longer."

"Dad, I want to sleep with Mr. Xu tonight, is that okay?"

"Yes, but you have to ask Teacher Xu if he is willing."

"Then I'll ask her later, Dad, don't be sad, okay?"

Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter and squeezed out a strange smile, "Do I look sad?"

Pengpeng nodded heavily, "Yes."

Zhang Chong sighed, the child's eyes really couldn't deceive him, he was really sad, especially today when he gave the eulogy for Wang Mengnian, he couldn't help crying out several times, but he held back in the end.

People's feelings are so wonderful, he actually doesn't have much communication with Wang Meng, but he can feel an inexplicable closeness.

Wang Kewang said that the old man has him in his heart, so why doesn't he have Wang Meng in his heart?

Wang Meng is a person worthy of respect. If they had been born decades earlier, the two of them might still be good friends, just like the relationship between him and Zhuang Yu and the others now.

(End of this chapter)