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?Lightning travels through the dark clouds, the roaring thunder is getting closer, and the autumn wind passes through the bleak crossroads, which adds a bit of desolation to the scene.
Li Shuran was standing in front of the memorial tablet, and in front of her were rows of police officers. They formed a strong blockade chain, blocking the path of the funeral procession.
The mourning music of beating gongs and drums also stopped, and the musician put down the instrument at a loss, feeling a little commotion.
Li Shuran tightened the tablet in her hand, as if she wanted to ask word by word: "What crime did my brother commit?"
The fat police officer said with a smile: "Isn't it a crime for him to write a counter-report? We didn't arrest him. It's already lenient. How can a sinner deserve such a grand funeral?"
She stared blankly at the head of the fat police officer who was proudly reciting her brother's "crime", only feeling a huge absurdity and anger.
"Lies! You lie!" The girl's stern voice sounded: "My brother is the most decent person in the world! All the books he wrote are good books! You are not anti-books! You are villains! Liars! Demons!"
The rest of the people who came to deliver the luggage to Jingran were also trembling with anger, and they all condemned the fat police officer angrily.
With a temper like Zheng Yiliang's, he immediately pushed the fat police officer, "Fuck your shit! Are you so paralyzed that you can speak human words?!"
The fat police officer's face changed, and his small mung bean-like eyes showed a ferocious look, and he kicked Zheng Yiliang to the ground: "Fuck, you, you fucking idiot, are you shameless?" Withdrawing his hand, the gun was pointed at Zheng Yiliang arrogantly, "I will return it to you, you know? Otherwise, I will shoot!"
His movements seemed to be a signal, and dozens of policemen behind him raised their long guns in unison and aimed at the funeral procession. At the same time as they raised their guns, the people who had been watching the excitement scattered around like birds, and the streets immediately became empty.
For a while, the air was so quiet that the chattering of teeth could almost be heard. What broke the previous stalemate was a dull plop. The coffin bearers dropped the coffin in panic, raised their hands and said loudly, "Sir, sir, don't shoot! We're only collecting money to do things!"
"You guys!" Li Shuran's face was pale, and then flushed, staring at the eyes of those people as if angry: "You! How dare you!"
The fat police officer smiled smugly and raised his chin, "Why don't you hurry up?"
In Li Shuran's fire-breathing sight, those few people ran away like shit.
Zheng Yiliang jumped up, grabbed the barrel of the gun and poked himself: "Come on! If you have the guts, come to me. If I blink, I will take your last name!"
Zhou Dezhang also glared at him and yelled at him: "If you have the ability, kill all of us here!"
The fat police officer sneered, "Do you think I dare not?"
At the moment when the swords of the two sides were drawn and arrogant, a white mourning team suddenly came slowly towards them from in front of them. This team was particularly eye-catching on the empty street, so it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
The fat police officer spat, and said with an unfriendly expression: "Damn, who doesn't have eyes, they still have to come to the funeral at this time!"
It wasn't until the team got closer that they saw the specialness of this team¡ªthey were all women, beautiful and enchanting, but wearing white mourning clothes and weeping loudly like mourning concubines.
The fat police officer pointed his gun at them arrogantly: "Stop! What are you doing?"
?The leading woman stopped crying, and answered calmly, neither overbearing nor humble: "There are more than 3,000 prostitutes and women in Eight Great Hutongs including Nujia, I heard that Mr. Wen is going to have a funeral today, and I am here to see you off."
The fat police officer choked, apparently not expecting to hear this answer.
The leading woman bowed profusely: "Sir is the only person in this world who understands us and cares about us. Now that he is gone, we will always give him a ride. I hope the police officer will make it easier for him." Thousands of prostitutes saluted one after another behind him. , said in unison: "I hope the police officer will do it for me!"
The fat police officer was dumbfounded and speechless.
What surprised the fat police officer was still behind.
Another team appeared at another section of the intersection, this time the team was composed of children who couldn't see the end.
The leader was a young man in mourning clothes, with a calm face and indelible sorrow in his eyes, he said to the heavily armed police team: "Fu Kemao, the director of the Ryefield Orphanage, leads the 458 members of the Ryefield Orphanage. 852 orphans and 852 street children from Beiping came to see Mr. Night Watchman off, why don¡¯t you get out of here?!¡± Behind him, there was a loud cry.p; I don't know what he was thinking when he jumped into the raging gunfire, I only know that in the face of the fucking world, he chose to stand up and resist like a soldier.
In the future, the night will be long and the stars will shine. None are him, none are as good as him. "
This is the last paragraph of "The Burial of a Fallen City", and Mu Liang's heart aches every time he thinks about it.
He fantasized about the grand scene of the funeral in his mind more than once, wishing he could attend Mr. Li's funeral decades earlier and see him off.
This is also the first time he heard the whole picture of the funeral from witnesses.
He already knew who the old lady was.
She is the younger sister of Mr. Li Jingran, Mr. Li Shuran.
There are very few records about Li Shuran in the history books, and a lot of information mentions her briefly, and treats her in an extremely low-key manner. It is only said that after returning from her studies in the United States, she resolutely returned to China to build a homeland after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Then there was no news about Li Shuran's next step on the Internet.
Therefore, many people mistakenly think that Li Shuran is just an ordinary woman, and there is nothing worth mentioning.
But as the younger sister of Mr. Li Jingran, how could Mr. Li Shuran be an ordinary woman?
After all, Mu Liang is the son of a high-ranking cadre, and in addition, many files have been lifted in recent years, and Mr. Li Shuran has also been downgraded, so he knows some things that others don't know.
He knew that Mr. Li Shuran, as an expert in nuclear physics, had been incognito for 30 years and was conducting secret research work in the Northwest.
Her face is top secret, her deeds are top secret, and her life is also top secret.
That's why Mu Liang never saw her face in news reports.
That's why the old lady can gain the respect of so many politicians.
Just like his brother Mr. Li Jingran, Mr. Li Shuran is also a well-deserved pillar of the country, which can only be described as a national scholar.
He looked admiringly at the white-haired, aging old man in front of him, bowed deeply to her with red eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, sir."
Li Shuran accepted his bow calmly and smiled: "Thank you for what?"
?Thank you for contributing your life to Huaxia.
Finally, Mu Liang said gratefully: "Thank you for telling me this story."
Li Shuran chuckled lightly: "You don't think I'm a long-winded old lady."
Looking at the back of the old man who turned and walked away slowly, Mu Liang was both proud and sad.
Proud that China has such a unparalleled national scholar, but sad that the national scholar has been incognito in his old age
Mu Liang met Mr. Li Shuran again at the award ceremony of the highest national science and technology award broadcasted on TV.
The gray-haired old lady took the bright red certificate from the award presenter, and smiled calmly at the camera. The host on the side listed the achievements of the old lady one by one in an excited voice.
Mu Liang's eyes were red, and he couldn't cry.
In the end, the country remembers, and the people will remember.
In her acceptance speech afterwards, the old lady said with a somewhat wistful expression: "My brother is called Li Jingran. He is a very great and brave man. He is the beacon of my life and my guide. All the achievements in my life , is nothing more than inheriting the behest of his brother.
On the last Spring Festival before his death, he talked about his dream - to be a free man. I don't know if death is freedom for him, but I will always remember the words he told me at that time: 'Shu Ran, you must live well. ¡¯ It¡¯s easy to live? But what qualifies as "good"?
My elder brother gave his life for Marxism. As his sister, I have dedicated my whole life to building socialism.
I think, I have lived well in my more than 90 years of life. If there really is a world after death, I can tell my brother frankly: My life is not in vain, I have always lived well, because I have dedicated my whole life to the most magnificent cause in the world¡ª¡ª Strive for the emancipation of mankind all one's life. "
Amid thunderous applause, the old lady staggered off the stage slowly.
Like a grand curtain call ceremony.
Later, Mu Liang saw Mr. Li Shuran again, and it was at another funeral.
It was just the funeral of Mr. Li Shuran.
? On October 1, 2008, when the whole country celebrates the National Day, Mr. Li Shuran, a famous expert in nuclear physics and winner of the highest national science and technology award, passed away at the age of 96.
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