The era is sweet and fried: the widow and her man are back

No matter how much Mu Lao's body was maintained, he was on the verge of dying.

Whether it was Zhang Lao, Bai Jiu, or Ren Lao, they failed to keep Mu Lao in the end.

That's right, after learning about Elder Mu's physical condition, Bai Jiu asked Old Man Ren immediately.

Elder Ren didn't refuse, and came directly to see Elder Mu.

The final result is the same as that of Mr. Zhang, and he can only leave without pain.

If it rejuvenates, it is impossible.

Because Mu Lao's organs were all necrotic, it was only the last sliver of life that could last until now.

When that sliver of vitality is exhausted, he will...
Originally, Mr. Zhang said that it would be three months or more, but no one thought that the radiation injury in Mr. Mu's body would spread so quickly.

Not three months later, Mu Lao passed away with a smile in over a month.

When he passed away, Gao Zhijun and Bai Jiu's family were all by his side.

Not only that, many leaders also came, some of these people were Mu Lao's colleagues, some were old comrades-in-arms, and some were people whom Mu Lao had taught.

The independent ward was full of people, and even the Bai family had only Father Bai and Mother Bai here, and the rest could not even enter the door.

Gao Zhijun's family knelt beside Mu Lao's hospital bed, crying very sadly, even Bai Jiu, a person with shallow feelings, was so sad that he was numb.

Not to mention those who have received Mu Lao's favor.

Although the affairs of Mr. Mu's death were borne by the state, Gao Zhijun, a student who was loved by Mr. Mu, was always busy. Even his four children knelt in front of the coffin to perform their filial piety.

The day after Bai Jiu came back, she called Deng Meina and asked her to bring Zheng Yang back.

After two years of training in the army, Zhengyang looked much more mature. Even though he was sad, he still tried his best to help his parents with some things.

"Brother, will grandpa not be able to play with us in the future?" The young Zhengyu and Zhengxuan didn't quite understand what death meant.

Looking at grandpa lying there, they thought grandpa was asleep. They still remembered what dad said when he just came back, they should not speak too loudly, or they would disturb grandpa to rest.

So he only dared to ask the elder brother in a low voice.

Zheng Yang glanced at his younger brother, then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he told Zheng Yu a very unacceptable fact.

That is, "Grandpa will never wake up again in the future."

With a 37-degree mouth, speaking sub-zero words.

Not only Zhengyu was frightened, but also Zhengxuan was not much better.

When the two heard that their grandfather would never wake up again, they immediately started crying.

The adults were already very sad, but now they heard the heart-piercing cries of the children, they also began to let go of themselves and cry loudly.

It seems to be venting something.

But even with such a loud noise, the people sleeping in the coffin were not affected at all.

After seeing this situation, everyone's sadness was once again magnified.

Mu Lao was eventually cremated and buried in the National Martyrs Cemetery.

Holding the portrait in his hand, Gao Zhijun got out of the car and walked towards the cemetery step by step.

Many, many people followed behind him.

Some know it, and some don't.

Gao Zhijun's mind is full of what the teacher said to him when he was dying.

"Don't be sad, the old man expected this step. I am very pleased and satisfied. Back then, we suffered too much."

"Everything is picked up by others, or exchanged for flesh and blood on the battlefield, and none of them are developed by ourselves."

"I still remember how much Lao Huang had been a beggar for three years in order to bring back a piece of material, just to break through the siege of those people, and endure so much hardship, isn't it just to make our country capable of wrestling with others? .”

"He is an unlucky person. He didn't see this day in the end. I am much better than him. I saw him, but he got out of my hand. Zhijun, don't be sad, I am willing."

"In the future, can you help the old man see the prosperity of our motherland?"

"Help me keep an eye on those people outside. If they dare to attack our house, how about letting blue flowers bloom all over the place where those people live?"

Gao Zhijun broke down in tears.

Unable to utter a word, all he could do was nod in response.

"Good boy, it is enough for me to have a student like you in this life." Elder Mu smiled gratifiedly.

At this moment, he took out a few bags from his body, "Here are some of my private properties, except for these and the ones I gave to you last time, I returned all the rest to the country. Now the country is In development, he needs me more."

Mu Lao gave Gao Zhijun his last little thing.

"Don't refuse, it's my selfishness to give you these things. I don't want you to worry too much about your home while working. Although these are not many, they can also make you feel at ease when you are working."

There is money besides the house.

He gave the big head to the country, and he dedicated his whole life to his family.

He gave the rest of the things to himself, a student who was not as good as his own son.

Gao Zhijun didn't refuse, let alone refuse.

The teacher knows his kindness, remembers it, and dare not forget it.

He understands the purpose of giving himself these things, and even more understands.

If it is placed in a peaceful age, the teacher will definitely not be like this.

The teacher is a very smart person and a person with great vision.

He must have his intentions in doing so. As a student, all he can do is to be obedient, obedient, obedient, and listen to the teacher.

"In the future, my share will be given to you."

Old and young take over and pass on from generation to generation.

Gao Zhijun got up and gave the teacher a military salute.

"I will live up to the teacher's entrustment."

Gao Zhijun burst into tears.

One day, it began to rain suddenly. I don’t know if I know that a great person has left today.

The warm wind gently blew on everyone's bodies, dispelling the cold brought by the drizzle.

As he got closer to the longevity acupoint, the weeping became louder.

It was as if he was saying his last farewell to Mu Lao's departure.

There is sorrow in the weeping, which is the longing and reluctance of the living to the dead.

Bai Jiu walked behind the man holding the urn with her four children. Looking at Gao Zhijun standing upright in front of her, she felt his sadness and wailing.

These days, she has seen all his pain, but she doesn't know how to comfort him.

I feel like every word I want to say is superfluous.

condolences?

Very clear two words.

Everyone is saying mourning, but who can do it?
Seeing the longevity acupoint was close in front of him, Gao Zhijun strode over and knelt beside the portrait with his arms in his arms.

After kneeling down, he closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain, dripping down clearly.

With a shout, the person presiding over the funeral took off his hat, saluted, and fired his gun.

Xiaoxiaoyou Changshou Cave welcomes its owner.

"Cover the soil."

There was another shout, and the first handful of soil fell on the urn.

Then Gao Zhijun kowtowed to thank all those who spilled the soil.

Many people wanted to help him up, but no one could shake him.

When the monument was finally erected, Gao Zhijun handed over the portrait to Zhengyang. Zhengyang was a sensible child. Although he had never experienced it, he followed his father just now and knelt down on the ground.

Seeing their father and son like this, many people standing behind secretly nodded, approving and other emotions.

Gao Zhijun covered the last grave of his teacher with his own hands, and erected a monument for him.

"salute."

The funeral is over.

Because there was still a condolence banquet, Gao Zhijun kowtowed three times and then left with the crowd.

In Mr. Mu's life, the museum has come to a conclusion.

He is a national scholar, the creator of nuclear weapons.

This year, the city of Beijing has been silent and sad.

Because shortly after Mu Lao passed away, several old men who were in the same period as him also left one after another.

It has to be said that the success of nuclear weapons was supported by the lives of scientists.

Fortunately, this kind of thing will not happen again in the future. These old men not only have merits in creation, but also have a life-saving feeling for researchers.

Photos of Mu Lao and others were hung on the martyrs wall of the General Research Institute.

Come, come