Memorial hall.
The memorial service had begun.
It was filled with repressed cries, especially from the children. They did not stop crying from the beginning to the end. Even Xiao Lu and many other women started crying once again.
"Father Wei!"
"Why did you leave!?"
"Father Wei, you're back!"
"I said that I would repay you when I grow up! Why! Sob sob sob! Why didn't you even give me a chance to repay you!? "
"Father Wei!"
"Don't go!"
The scene was in chaos.
Some people were throwing flowers, some were lining up to bow, and some were wailing on Editor Wei's body, refusing to leave.
Zhang Ye looked at Editor Wei, who was lying there peacefully. He felt very remorseful. If he had helped Editor Wei to work overtime that day, if he had not gone home, then he could have helped Editor Wei when he had his heart attack. Maybe he could have been saved, but …
"It's starting the live broadcast!"
"Camera! Quick, find the camera! "
"Film this. Leave the rest to the live broadcast's host!"
The television station and newspaper reporters began to scramble.
… …
At the same time.
Beijing Television Station, BTV-News Channel.
"Dear viewers, Comrade Wei Jianguo's memorial service has begun. We can see that the television station's Leaders, Editor Wei's colleagues, the children and their parents who were helped by Father Wei, as well as some people from society who have come to pay their respects to Father Wei are all here. From the cries and the heavy atmosphere, we can already feel how much Father Wei was respected and loved by people when he was alive!"
The live broadcast was connected.
The background was the live camera, and the voice was the live broadcast's host.
Following that, the host said, "Next, we will also connect the live broadcast."
… …
Over here.
Wang Shuixin asked, "The live broadcast is connected?"
"It's connected." The secretary went to ask. Although they were not from the same channel, they were all colleagues from Beijing Television Station. He came back and said, "It won't be a live broadcast. It will only be about ten minutes, but that's more or less the entire process. His family will say a few words, and the Leaders will say a few words. That should be enough." If it was not a national leader's position, there would not be such a high standard. Although Wei Jianguo's deeds were being watched by the entire country, a ten minute live broadcast by a local Beijing station was already very high treatment.
A Station Leader from Beijing Television Station also went over to the cameramen to supervise their work. It did not matter if it was a recorded broadcast, but for every live broadcast, they had to ensure that nothing went wrong!
Zhang Ye, who had just entered, went over to where Hu Fei, Xiao Lu, and the others were.
Hu Fei said in a low voice, "The live broadcast is starting. Stop talking and discussing."
Hou Ge nodded. "We understand."
Behind him, a woman in her early twenties, who had been standing beside Editor Wei's body, walked out. As the memorial hall was rather large and it was a live broadcast, a television station staff handed her a microphone. This was to ensure that the volume of the live broadcast was as high as possible, so that the live broadcast could not be heard.
This was Editor Wei's daughter — her name was Wei Ying.
Wei Ying held the microphone and stood up. "Thank you, everyone. Thank you for attending my father's memorial service. Originally, we did not want to hold this memorial service because my father did not like extravagance. But I still want to thank everyone for allowing my father to leave with dignity. There are so many people here to send him off." After saying that, she paused for a moment and said, "Many reporters have asked me before, do I feel proud to have such a father? Many people thought that I would say …" At this point, she chuckled and said, "Actually, that's not the case!"
"Uh."
"What do you mean by that …"
"What is she trying to say?"
Everyone was confused and started whispering to each other.
Wei Ying looked at them, "I don't feel proud at all. Ever since I could remember, my father had never bought me a new set of clothes. My mother bought them for me in secret. Ever since I started school, my father never attended my parent-teacher conferences. He had to work during working hours. During his breaks, he would be busy picking up bottles and helping other children. As for me, I was not one of the people he needed to help. My father did not even help me pay for my first semester of college. He went off to help other children. It was me who worked for three months, washing dishes and cleaning rooms to earn enough money to pay for the school!"
No one said a word.
Wei Ying appeared very calm. "Why should I be proud? Why should I be proud? I know that my father is a good person. I know that he has a noble character, but I have never thought that he was a good father! "
Those children who were helped by Editor Wei lowered their heads silently. Some of them did not even dare to look Wei Ying in the eye. They had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
A parent said, "I'm sorry!"
"Child, I'm sorry!" Another parent also cried.
For their child, Father Wei had neglected his own daughter. They did not have the face to face this very young girl!
Wei Ying said, "I haven't finished speaking. You don't have to apologize. I have no intention of blaming anyone." Saying that, she looked around the crowd and her gaze landed on Zhang Ye's face. She nodded slightly at him and said, "My father loved Teacher Zhang Ye's poems the most when he was alive. He loved it to death. He would read Teacher Zhang Ye's works nearly every day. I have read them too. One of the poems touched me greatly. This poem is what I have always wanted to say to my father! And today, I have to tell him! "
Say what?
Complain?
Or question him?
Everyone listened quietly.
Turning around, Wei Ying looked at her father's corpse for a very long time. A teardrop fell from the corner of her eye. She opened her mouth and said, "You see me, or you don't. I'm there, neither sad nor happy. You read me, or you don't. Love is there, neither come nor go. You love me, or you don't. Love is there, neither increase nor decrease. You follow me, or you don't. My hand is in your hand … "Wei Ying held her father's cold hand tightly," … Never leave, never forsake! "
At this moment, many people were crying!
The people present, including the audience in front of their televisions!
What kind of complicated feelings were these? Perhaps everyone did not understand, nor could they empathize with him, because they had never experienced it before. But they knew two things: Father Wei was a good person; Father Wei's daughter … never hated him!
Zhang Ye's eyes were also misty. This scene reminded him of a scene in "If You Are the One 2". However, that was a movie and was fabricated, while this scene was real! It had really happened in front of his eyes!
A father who did not know if he was good or not!
And a … very good daughter!
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