Vol 2 Chapter 53: The feasting 21st century

The Patriotic Party used the high-level relationship in the province to vindicate Li Weidong. He ran away personally, but it was of no avail. The judges of the cases judged in the 1970s have been in the past for many years, and the parties are not alive. The relevant evidence has long been lost, and it is impossible to overturn the original verdict. Trial.
The only thing that can be done is to give Li Weidong a personal funeral. The Patriotic Party has spent a lot of resources to do this. On the day of the memorial service, thousands of veterans from all over the country who participated in the War of Resistance against the Soviet Union gathered in the Jinjiang Martyrs Cemetery to bid farewell. This old guerrilla captain who died unknown in the peaceful era is extremely sad and proud.
Li Weidong’s daughter and son-in-law were shocked. In their hearts, his father was an old blind man with a bad temper and bragging rights. He had nothing to do with heroes. Especially the daughter felt more deeply. When she was a child, her father loved to drink and beat people, and had no relationship with neighbors. Well, some people later said that Lao Li was a prisoner of reform through labor. The whispers of neighbors and the ridicule of classmates shrouded her childhood in the shadows. Now she finally understood that her father was a victim of injustice and an upright battle hero.
Amidst the sound of mourning, the hero’s ashes were placed in the top tomb of the martyrs’ cemetery. A squad of armed police salutes shot off to see off the martyrs. The sound of gunshots stunned the jackdaws on the old trees. A gust of wind blew by, and it snowed. Yes, just like that gloomy afternoon with mustard gas and snowflakes in November 1970, Li Weidong's soul finally reunited with his comrades.
Outside the cemetery, a black car stopped quietly. In the car was an old man in a suit and leather shoes, with silver-white hair, thin cheeks covered in age spots, and a small China-US friendship memorial badge on the coat. If Li Weidong's soul wandered here, he would recognize him as a CIA agent under the pseudonym John Lynch who was an American adviser to the Huaijiang brigade 47 years ago.
John Lynch is a pseudonym. His real name is Benjamin Cook, a former Captain of the US Army Rangers and a former senior CIA agent. He is 77 years old this year and retired 20 years ago, but he has been watching Cuiwei Mountain, watching the 1970 crossing incident, was the secret he pursued throughout his life.
The elderly Lin insists on surfing the Internet and watching Chinese TV programs every day, paying attention to all news from Omi. The party patriot’s funeral arrangement for Li Weidong was posted online by enthusiastic netizens. Lao Lin, who was watching TV at home in New Jersey, immediately ordered a flight to China. Ticket.
Li Weidong’s funeral was carried out in the snow. It was so lavish that it was almost impossible to pull the coffin with a gun cart. This is the standard for the general’s burial, and Li Weidong’s situation could not do this. Lao Lin, of course, knew that Li Weidong was in prison for seven years. The fact of life is embarrassing, so there must be someone behind this grand funeral, and this person is likely to be the person who passed through to 1970.
The old agent raised his pocket telescope and squinted at the funeral. He saw Dang Aiguo and Liu Yanzhi, as well as Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao with his arms hanging in plaster. These four people were as young as they were forty-seven years ago. .
　　 Lao Lin hurriedly took out a nitroglycerin tablet and ate one. The shocking discovery made this old heart overload.
　　Almost fifty years ago, he was so close to the truth for the first time.
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After the funeral, Dang Aiguo and Liu Yanzhi drove Lei Mengyu and Hanchao back to the ward in the same car. Both suffered gunshot wounds. Naturally, they could not be admitted to an ordinary hospital. Instead, they lived in Antai's private hospital. In the next week, his body recovered very well
The private hospital is located in the outskirts with beautiful scenery and fresh air. The ward is kept at a constant temperature. The windows are covered with green grass and spring water. The pillars are lying on the automatic bed with air pressure which can be raised and lowered. He has a complicated mood. He is very uncomfortable with this comfortable environment. .
In the sense of pillars, such a luxurious place is only available in capitalist countries. A socialist hospital should have white walls, white sheets and red crosses, instead of this light-pigmented and warm decoration style. The large enamel bowl is filled with noodles with poached eggs, instead of unrecognized meals served in exquisite porcelain, as well as various fruits, cakes and drinks, and of course the milk used by Mrs. Capitalist Kuo to bathe.
Zhuzi didn't like this kind of food very much. When he was studying in the base politics, he once heard from the instructor that only the ruling class of the ruling class pursued a luxurious and obscene standard of living. He paid attention to the so-called food and meticulousness, so he yearned for nine machines. The big steamed buns, sorghum rice, boiled cabbage noodles and red pickles in the canteen of the base are the meals that soldiers should eat.
There is also the fact that the nurses are too unpleasant. The aesthetics of the pillars is still in the era when girls
don’t like red outfits and arms
. May 4th, 5th, 3rd and 3rd big feet, bold voices and dark red skin. She is the ideal companion of proletarian revolutionaries. This slim waist, fair-skinned, soft-spoken girl is clearly the KMT female spy, the beautiful snake, and the capitalist lady in the movie. Zhu Zi is very disgusted.
The door opened, and the comrades of the column came in. Liu Yanzhi, who was walking in the front, took a bunch of flowers. The column didn’t agree. He didn’t like flowers, but under his simple aesthetics, he admired the gorgeous red camellia. Rather than this kind of flamboyant colorful flowers.
　　 Liu Yan put the flowers in the vase, pulled a chair and sat down, and asked the pillar: "How do you feel?"
"The food is not good." Zhu Zi complained, eyes rolling on the chief's clothes. Liu Yanzhi did not wear a red-collared and red-cap badge military uniform. He changed into a four-pocket military green windbreaker and a pair of blue overalls underneath. , It does not lose the true qualities of the working people.
　　 "Why is it not good?" Liu Yanzhi was puzzled. The food standard of Zhuzi was very high. Each meal cost more than one hundred yuan. He was still dissatisfied with it.
"There are too many tricks, not simple at all." Zhu Zi said with a curled mouth. "There are several dishes in a meal, and there are fruits after the meal. If nothing else, the cauliflowers are all green. I just can't understand these western scenes. ."
　　 Liu Yan laughed straightly: "That is a broccoli, which is originally green."
　　Party Patriotic also smiled and said: "Pillar, don't be emotional, these are all hospital meals specially made for you. In order to recover soon, you can bear with me."
　　 Zhuzi said: "But... I can't pull it out after eating such a meal..."
　　 Everyone exchanged their gazes and they all laughed. Dang Aiguo asked the nurse to call the doctor and asked him face to face why he had indigestion and dry stool.
　　 The doctor pushed his glasses and told Dang Aiguo seriously that the patient’s daily recipes were researched by nutrition experts, the diet was reasonable, there was no lack of fiber, and there was no possibility of dry stool.
　　The party patriotically said coldly: "Call the medical team for a meeting, and you must find out what is going on."
Experts gathered together to analyze why the stool is blocked. They imagined various possibilities. They used a B-ultrasound and performed a gastroscope. All the evidence showed that the digestion of the column was very normal, and the pH of the stool was moderate, but it was just pulling. Does not come out.
　　 "I'll try it." Liu Yan said straightforwardly. He brought a pillar to the hospital's small garden, dig a hole in the ground with a shovel, and said, "Pillar, you can't help me, I'll give you a wind."
　　 The pillars didn't even see him. As soon as the pants faded, they were immediately overwhelmed, and a smell spread out, and Liu Yan was completely smoked, and he hurried to the downwind.
　　 It turns out that the stool cannot be pulled out because the toilet is too advanced, and I don’t feel sitting on it. I have to find a squat to pull it out.
After pulling the wild feces, the pillar felt as light as a swallow, and he was clamoring to go out to play. Liu Yanzhi was also about to take him out to meet the world. The brothers sat in a Rand Cool Road Zee into the city of Omi. In winter It darkens quickly, and the lights are on in the evening, and the eyes are full of neon lights.
"This is a big Shanghai?" The pillar eyes are not enough. From birth to growing up, he spent his life in the underground base of the Jiu Machinery Department. He has never seen the outside world, and his cognition comes from political studies and various This kind of revolutionary movie, this bustling and decadent night view of the city made him think of "Sentinel under the Neon Light". Only Shanghai has so many lights.
　　 "This is Omi, the Omi of the 21st century." Liu Yanzhi explained, "Let's eat first, then go to K song."
　　 "What to eat?" Zhuzi is actually very interested in eating.
　　 "Buffet." Liu Yan replied directly.
The buffet restaurant they chose is in a five-star hotel. The price for each guest is five hundred yuan. The dishes are exquisite and there are many varieties. There are imported Australian steaks and lobsters, sashimi, etc. There are many customers, shuttles and meals. Take the dishes freely.
　　 Zhu Zi looked dumbfounded, and he asked Liu Yanzhi: "Can you eat whatever you want?"
　　 "Yes, eat whatever you want. Eat as much as you can." Liu Yan directly encouraged him, "Go, get more if you see you like it."
　　 Zhuzi asked timidly: "People don't say me?"
　　 "No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The more you eat, the happier people will be."
　　 After talking, Liu Yanzhi went to pick up the vegetables by himself. After a while, he returned to his seat and saw four plates in front of the pillars, each full of Yangzhou fried rice, dry fried beef, steamed buns, and braised pork.
　　 "What's wrong?" Zhu Zi asked with some guilty conscience.
　　 "It's good if you are happy." Liu Yanzhi said helplessly.
Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao also came with plates. They took king crabs, Australian dragons, Kobe steaks, salmon sashimi, Parma ham and other foods. They saw the pillars feasting and eating Yangzhou fried rice. Shocked, two lines of tears in silence, the pillars are too simple.
"Don't choke." Lei Meng handed over a glass of Coca-Cola. He picked it up and took a look at it. He took a sip dubiously, smacked his lips and thought it was good, so he ran to pour the drink and drank five consecutive cups, if not Lei Meng Forcibly preventing him can continue to drink.
　　 After the three comrades had finished eating, they looked at the pillar and ate it alone. The young man's appetite was amazing. He ate until the restaurant was closed, his stomach was round, and he came out with a full hiccup, his faces full of happiness and contentment.
　　 "Go singing," Lei Meng said. "My treat."
　　 "Xunchangzi or Suchangzi?" Yu Hanchao asked.
　　 "You must have meat." Lei Meng looked at Liu Yanzhi and Zhuzi maliciously.
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