Qiu Yuanhang echoed, "Secretary Tu represents the Provincial Party Committee, and I represent the provincial government. Governor Zhao wanted to come personally, but he had to attend a meeting with the central government, so I will represent him to express my condolences to Fan Rongkui. He said that Fan Rongkui collapsed from exhaustion, and requested the Provincial Association for Science and Technology to prepare for the funeral. He also requested the Provincial Party Committee's Publicity Department, Provincial TV Station, and Provincial Press to sort out Fan Rongkui's work before his death, and if necessary, select a model for him to give a lecture. "
Lu Yiwei did not appreciate the two leaders' words. To put it bluntly, Fan Rongkui was forced to his death. It goes without saying who the culprit was. If he had not been investigated, this would not have happened. But it had happened, and nothing could change the truth. "Thank you Secretary Zhang and Governor Zhao for your concern, but we do not need anything. But I would like to make a small request. My father-in-law was a department level official, and he should receive the courtesy of a department level official. Also, I would like to ask for his reputation to be restored, so he can't leave unjustly. "
Tu Qiang looked at Qiu Yuanhang, and said, "As for your request, we will report to Secretary Zhang and Governor Zhao after we return, but we still need Secretary Zhang's approval. Governor Qiu and I will try our best to fight for it."
Although he was angry, he could not show it. "Thank you for your concern, leaders.
I do not have any request, but please give the deceased his last dignity. "
"Alright, I will ask the main leaders before making a final decision."
After sending off Tu Qiang and Qiu Yuanhang, Governor Zhao Kunsheng arrived with Zhang Zhiyuan. He did not say much, but instructed his entourage to handle the matter properly. They could not let the people who did the work pay with their lives without receiving the treatment they deserved.
For the whole day, Lu Yiwei received hundreds of leaders of different levels, which showed that Fan Rongkui had a good reputation when he was alive. Especially Zhao Kunsheng's appearance, which more or less confirmed his work. His spirit in heaven can rest in peace.
Three days later, Fan Rongkui was cremated and laid in eternal slumber at Mount Puding Public Cemetery. That day, the rain was especially heavy. Fan Chunfang knelt in front of the tombstone for a long time and refused to leave. He kept recalling the past while looking at his father's portrait. What she regretted most was that she didn't get to see him one last time before she died.
As the car drove away from the cemetery, the sky suddenly cleared up. The fiery red clouds on the horizon were burning fiercely. Fan Rongkui seemed to be standing on the other side of the mountain, waving his hand non-stop. No one knew whether it was because of his attachment to the world or because of his own fate …
To sum up Fan Rongkui's life, "ordinary" and "bumpy" were perhaps the most appropriate words. Becoming the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee was his greatest honor. For a farmer like him, it could be considered as bringing honor to his ancestors. However, his fate was not good. In the end, he had to bid farewell to his life in such a manner …
Rest in peace!
Pan Chengjun, Niu Fuyong, and Li Haidong were fully in charge of the funeral and had put in a lot of effort. Those who came to pay their respects were all rejected by Lu Yiwei. Since the person was gone, money was nothing. If more money could be exchanged for Fan Rongkui, it didn't matter how much it was.
During the funeral, Fan Chunfang's mother, Sun Chunyun, did not show up at all. She sat at home on the balcony and stared at Fan Rongkui's belongings in a daze. There was not a single tear. Perhaps, during the most sorrowful times, people do not have tears. They were even more unwilling to face the person they had spent half their life with.
Lu Yiwei participated in the funeral from the beginning to the end. Fan Rongkui didn't have a son, so he was his son. If he was in the village, he would have to wear mourning clothes for him. In the city, it was not allowed. He carried his son and supported Fan Rongkui's urn until the burial.
On the night after the funeral, Lu Yiwei's parents picked up Lang Lang and went to their daughter Lu Ling's house. Only he, Fan Chunfang, and Sun Chunyun were left in the cold room.
Sun Chunyun maintained the same posture as she sat on the balcony, motionless. Beside her was a meal that had been reheated countless times, without a drop of water for the past few days.
Fan Chunfang walked to her side, picked up the meal, and knelt beside her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Mom, Dad is gone. I can't lose you. You haven't eaten for a few days. I beg you, eat some. "
Sun Chunyun didn't move. After a long time, she opened her dry lips and said lightly, "Your dad didn't leave. He's standing here. Look, these flowers are all planted. Kaffir lilies, devil's ivy, pomegranate trees, spider orchids, cacti … Aren't they still alive and well?"
"Mom, accept the reality. Dad is gone!"
"Pa!"
With a backhand, Sun Chunyun knocked over the rice in Fan Chunfang's hand. She then picked up the drying rack on the balcony and smashed all the flowers. She then dusted her hands and staggered into the bedroom, closing the door.
Lu Yiwei saw this, but he didn't know how to comfort her. There were some things that she needed to slowly resolve on her own. Perhaps with the passing of time, she would be able to return to reality.
Looking at the mess on the floor, Fan Chunfang slumped to the floor, hugging her knees and burying her head in tears. Lu Yiwei squatted in front of her, holding her shoulders and said softly, "Fangfang, don't cry. Your body is already very weak. If you continue like this, you will collapse."
Fan Chunfang turned around and hugged Lu Yiwei tightly, saying softly, "Yiwei, I've already lost a family member. I can't lose you too. I beg you, don't leave me, okay? "
"Don't say silly things. Haven't I always been by your side?"
Fan Chunfang pushed him away and said firmly, "Come back. I can't be without you. If you're willing, I'll immediately look for Provincial Party Committee Secretary Zhang. I'll make a last request to him in my father's name. "
Lu Yiwei's heart was filled with mixed feelings. On one side, it was his wife who had just lost her father. On the other side, it was his career that had just taken off. He couldn't bear to lose either one.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fan Chunfang felt a little hopeless. She sneered and said, "Lu Yiwei, you're a hypocrite who says one thing but means another. You keep saying that you won't leave me, but you still want to abandon us to go about your career. I've never enjoyed a father's love since I was young. Don't tell me I'm going to let Lang Lang repeat the same mistake? I'll say this today. Either come back, or never come back. "
Lu Yiwei knew that she was in a fit of anger. She wouldn't listen to anything he said. Avoiding the topic, he helped her up and said, "Go accompany mom. She needs your comfort the most right now. I'll clean it up."
Fan Chunfang listened to him and got up to go to the bedroom. Lu Yiwei cleaned up the broken flower pots bit by bit. When he was almost done, he found a bankbook in a pile of mud. Under the light, he curiously opened it. He saw that there was more than three million deposited in Lang Lang's name. Seeing this, he was stunned. Looking at the details carefully, he saw that there were more than ten deposits. The largest deposit was one million.
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