Time comes to the seventh day of the first lunar month of the millennium. The capital was covered by a sudden heavy snow. The wind and snow were very strong, but people were happy and were still immersed in the peaceful and joyful atmosphere of the New Year.

The atmosphere at home of Qiao Zhenliang, the first deputy prime minister of the government, was sad and depressing. Mr. Qiao left suddenly. The night before yesterday, he sat in front of the fireplace and talked about Qiao Mengyuan's return on the Lantern Festival. But yesterday morning, the old man was lying and passed away.

After learning about the bad news, the main national leaders came to Qiao's house as soon as possible to express their condolences and greetings.

Qiao Zhenliang was almost busy receiving guests who came to pay his respects this day. The old man had already left his last wish before his death. After he passed away, he would scatter the ashes into the sea, accompanying the tides and tides, watching the storm with smiles.

Prime Minister Wen Guoquan was the first to receive news and come to pay his respects. Only by truly sitting on a high position can we understand the heavy responsibility and mission on our shoulders. He shook hands with Qiao Zhenliang, patted the good partner's shoulder and said, "Zhenliang, I feel sorry for you!"

Qiao Zhenliang nodded and pursed his lips. His voice became a little hoarse because of his fatigue: "Brother Guoquan, don't worry, I will adjust myself and go back to work as soon as possible."

Wen Guoquan looked at Qiao Zhenliang's gray temples and whispered: "The hair is all white." He not only said Qiao Zhenliang, but also said that he is now gray. If it were not for the help of hair dye, he would have shown the image of an old man in front of others.

Qiao Zhenliang said: "No one can compete with time."

At this time, Qiao Pengfei, who was then the secretary of the Binhai Municipal Party Committee and the member of the Standing Committee of Beigang City, had already made a comeback, Qiao Pengju, who established the Jingtong Trading Company in the United States, came over to say hello. Mr. Qiao did not like cumbersome etiquette such as grand ceremony and mourning in the mourning hall, so he specifically reminded his children and grandchildren that after his death, they did not need to wear mourning or keep a spirit for him. As long as his children and grandchildren can come and see more when he is alive, no ceremony after death is important. In his opinion, it was just an illusion for others to see. Therefore, the children and grandchildren of the Qiao family were just wearing black suits, and no one wore mourning.

Wen Guoquan shook hands with Qiao Pengfei, nodded in appreciation and said, "Pengfei, I went to Beigang to inspect last month. You did a good job in Binhai! Work hard, you have a bright future."

Qiao Pengfei said: "Uncle Wen, it is not my credit for Binhai to have it now. I am just a lucky successor. The bonded area project and the Fulong Port project were all handled by the inaugural leaders. I just finished the next work."

Wen Guoquan nodded. He thought of Zhang Yang, and naturally thought of his son. He felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart. He looked around: "Mengyuan hasn't come back yet?"

Qiao Pengju said: "I have notified her that she should be on the plane now. If it goes well, she will arrive in the capital by special plane this afternoon."

Qiao Zhenliang sent Wen Guoquan out of the door, and Wen Guoquan said, "Zhenliang, go back. Your sister-in-law was going to come together, but something happened in the hospital, so she couldn't get out of her way."

Qiao Zhenliang said: "Brother Guoquan, I may have to delay a few days lately. I have to work hard for you."

Wen Guoquan shook his hand.

When he went out and got into the car, Li Wei did not drive immediately, but waited quietly for his decision.

Wen Guoquan said: "Hospital!"

Luo Huining looked at her son, Wen Haonan sat on the bed with his back towards her, looking out the window quietly with his eyes. He had been in this position for an entire hour. Every day, Luo Huining would come to see him, but every day she saw only her son's back. Although she could circumvent him in a few steps, Luo Huining did not have such courage.

A gentle footstep sounded behind her. Luo Huining knew that her husband had returned without looking back. Wen Guoquan's hand was gently placed on her shoulder. Luo Huining stretched out her hand to cover her husband's hand. Her eyes began to turn red, and then she burst into tears silently. She once had deep resentment about her husband's neglect to take care of the family, but she had to understand and accept that her husband belonged not only to her, not only to this family, but the pain in his heart was no less than himself.

"It's snowing outside?" Wen Haonan's voice seemed a little confused. He stayed in this room for a year after he was sick, with doors and windows closed and without saying a word. He didn't even dare to look at the outside world.

Luo Huining and Wen Guoquan looked at each other, and surprise and surprise surged in their eyes. Things came too suddenly, and they didn't even know how to respond.

"Dad! Mom! Have you all come to see me?"

Luo Huining wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a soft ball. She couldn't speak and sobbed in a low voice.

Wen Guoquan suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Yes, we are all here, your mother will come to see you every day."

Wen Haonandao: "I know!"

Wen Guoquan said: "It's snowing outside, it's very snowing. Do you want to see it?"

Wen Haonan was silent for a long time before nodding.

Wen Guoquan strode towards the curtains, but Luo Huining grabbed his wrist. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. Wen Guoquan smiled at her, patted her hand gently, and still insisted on walking towards the window. Wen Guoquan's hand grabbed the thick curtains. He suddenly pulled the curtains open, and the snow light came in from outside.

Wen Haonan closed his eyes tightly when he heard the curtains ringing.

Wen Guoquan looked at his son's face that was paler by the snow light: "The snow scene is beautiful, why don't you dare to look at it?"

Wen Haonan's lips were trembling.

Wen Guoquan shouted: "The outside is the real world. You are still alive, why don't you dare to face reality? You are a man, you should stand up and face everything that happened. Why don't you dare? Why don't you even have the courage to look at this world?"

Wen Haonan suddenly screamed, his hands tightly covering his face, and tears flowed freely along his fingers.

Luo Huining rushed over and grabbed Wen Guoquan's arm: "Guoquan, I beg you, I beg you not to force him anymore..."

Wen Guoquan shook his head, his eyes turned red: "Coward!" He raised his hand and slapped Wen Haonan hard.

Wen Haonan was stunned by the slap, and Luo Huining was also stunned, staring at her eyes, tears condensed in her eyes.

Wen Haonan slowly put down his hand, his eyelashes were raised up in trembling, and the snow light stinged his eyes. After a while, he adapted to the strong light, stood up and walked slowly towards the window, put his arms against the glass window, and then put his forehead on his arms, and his thin shoulders were constantly shaking...

I have been hesitating whether to write a postscript and whether it will be extravagant to write it. But after thinking about it over and over again, I still wrote it. I hope this postscript can supplement everyone's still regrets.

I will finish the postscript tonight. I am currently writing it. I don’t even know how much I write!

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