The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Lin Zhiyuan immediately called the office to book five soft sleeper tickets and set off tonight.

Su Qiancheng was too old. Going to Yanjing by car was too bumpy. Lin Zhiyuan did not dare to take the risk. The safest mode of transportation was the train.

In addition to Xue Zhaokuan, Lin Zhiyuan and Su Qiancheng were accompanied by Uncle Guo and Aunt Wang. The two of them had taken care of Su Qiancheng for many years. Only with them following could Lin Zhiyuan feel at ease.

There was nothing to say all night, and the train arrived in Yanjing early the next morning.

Roland brought a van, drove directly to the platform, and picked up Su Qiancheng.

"Grandpa, why don't we go back and have a rest first, and then go to the memorial service tomorrow." After riding the train all night, Lin Zhiyuan was worried that Su Qiancheng's body couldn't bear it, and he was also afraid that he would be too emotional after arriving at the funeral parlor.

Su Qiancheng shook his head, "I slept very well last night. I don't need any rest. Let's go directly to the funeral parlor!"

The old man was quite stubborn. Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to listen to him and drove the van directly to the funeral parlor.

As soon as they heard that Su Qiancheng had arrived, all the leaders of the funeral home came out to greet him, including Li Zhenshan and Jin Huaying.

"Old minister, you just got off the train. You are old, so you should go back and have a rest first." Li Zhenshan strode up to meet him, supported Su Qiancheng, and at the same time glared at Lin Zhiyuan and Luo Lang angrily.

"It's okay, no need to help." Su Qiancheng broke away from Li Zhenshan, leaned on his cane, and slowly walked toward the funeral parlor. As he walked, he said, "Don't worry, I can hold on. During the war years, how many comrades died in the Aren't I still fine next to me? Xiaoxia has worked with me for so many years, I came to see him and see him off for the last time."

Leaders of the Metallurgical Department headed by Li Zhenshan surrounded Su Qiancheng into the funeral parlor.

When Xia Pengchi's lover saw Li Zhenshan coming, he immediately greeted him and said with choked sobs: "Old Minister, why are you still here? You are old and you are not in Yanjing..."

Su Qiancheng looked at her eyes that were red from crying, and patted the back of her hand gently, "Xiao Liu, my condolences, you have to take care of yourself. Xiao Xia has been with me for so many years, I must come to see him off."

Su Qiancheng adjusted the style buttons on his tunic, faced Xia Pengchi's portrait, and bowed three times respectfully, "Xiao Xia, you have done well in the past few years. Many companies in the ministry have turned around. You Don’t worry, it will definitely get better and better…”

Lin Zhiyuan followed Su Qiancheng, always paying attention to Su Qiancheng's changes.

Su Qiancheng was worthy of being someone who had fought hard on the battlefield. He had seen too many things about life and death. His back was straight throughout the whole process, and it was impossible to tell that he was an old man in his 70s.

After saluting, Su Qiancheng sat aside. Li Zhenshan, Jin Huaying, Wan Kaijie and others gathered around him and talked.

Su Qiancheng stayed at the funeral home all morning, and Lin Zhiyuan stayed with him the whole time.

During this period, guests and friends came one after another to express their condolences.

Xia Pengchi's level was high enough, and there were no ordinary people here. Most of the principal persons in charge of the Government Affairs Council, major ministries, and enterprises affiliated to the ministry were here.

There were so many wreaths and elegiac couplets that the condolence hall could no longer accommodate them, and the corridors were piled up on both sides.

Near noon, Lin Zhiyuan saw two acquaintances. Tan Mingchun walked in accompanied by Director Lin.

Tan Mingchun saw Lin Zhiyuan from a distance, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. However, the two of them could not talk in this situation, so she accompanied Director Lin to salute in front of the funeral.

About ten minutes later, Director Lin, accompanied by Tan Mingchun, walked towards Su Qiancheng.

"Hello Mr. Su, I see you are still so strong despite your age." Although the Tan family is famous, Director Lin still held the junior ceremony in front of Su Qiancheng and was very respectful.

"It's Xiao Lin! We haven't seen each other for many years. How is the old chief's health?" It seemed that Su Qiancheng knew Director Lin.

Director Lin shook his head, "I have been unable to get out of bed for the past two years. I rely entirely on medication to maintain my health. Sometimes I am sober and sometimes confused."

Su Qiancheng let out a long sigh, "I remember that the old chief must be 85 this year, right? At that time, the old chief's body was the best among us."

"People will grow old eventually."

"Xiao Lin, it's rare for me to come to Yanjing once. I want to visit the old leader. Isn't it convenient?"

"Of course there is no problem. After all, Mr. Su is an old comrade who has been through life and death with my father." Director Lin turned his head and glanced at the mourning hall behind him, "Mr. Su, do you think this is a good idea? I will contact you when Minister Xia's matter is over. Your grandson-in-law, let’s set a time then.”

Su Qiancheng was a little strange, "Do you know Zhiyuan?"

"Mr. Su, don't you know? Your grandson-in-law and my son are good friends. He has been to my house twice." Director Lin glanced at Lin Zhiyuan with a smile.

Lin Zhiyuan calmly gave Su Qiancheng a hand, "Grandpa, you have forgotten that Mingqiu came to see you at home a few days ago. That is Aunt Lin's son. Mingqiu's son is called Huzi, Biasu Half a year younger, he looks like a tiger with a tough head."

Su Qiancheng patted his forehead with his hand, "I'm getting old, look at my memory, I've forgotten everything."

Director Lin was a busy man. After chatting for a few words with Su Qiancheng and Li Zhenshan, he left.

Tan Mingchun winked at Lin Zhiyuan, and then made a phone call gesture with his hand, and Lin Zhiyuan nodded.

At noon, the leaders of the Metallurgical Department and several major steel managers present had lunch with Su Qiancheng, and then Su Qiancheng was sent back to the courtyard in Houhai by Lin Zhiyuan to rest.

The old man took the train all night and stayed at the funeral parlor for half a day. He was indeed a little tired. He went to bed immediately after returning.

Lin Zhiyuan made a pot of tea and sat under the tree in the yard. He had just taken two sips of tea when his cell phone rang. It was Li Zhikun.

"Zhiyuan, I heard Mingchun said you came to Yanjing?"

"Yes, brother, Director Xia of the Metallurgical Department has left. I came with grandpa to express my condolences. He just arrived in Yanjing today."

The two chatted for a while.

"Zhiyuan, do you have time to come to my house? I am having tea with several film and television company bosses! They are all tenants of our building."

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it, Su Qiancheng was also taking a nap in the house anyway, and Li Zhikun's home was not far from here, so why not go and have a look.

"Okay, then I'll go over there."

Lin Zhiyuan greeted Aunt Wang and Uncle Guo, walked out the door, and soon arrived at Li's house.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Li Zhikun, wearing a white old man's shirt and shorts, swinging a big cattail leaf fan, sitting at the tea table under the big tree, with three middle-aged men sitting around him.

I don't know what topic they talked about, but they burst into laughter.

"Brother, I'm here."

When Li Zhikun saw Lin Zhiyuan, his eyes lit up, he stood up hurriedly, walked over quickly, and took Lin Zhiyuan's hand into the courtyard.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my brother and my neighbor, Mr. Lin from Le Gang." Li Zhikun did not talk about the origin of Jinghua Literary Building and Lin Zhiyuan.

"Zhiyuan, these are all celebrities in the cultural circle of Yanjing City..."