The Workers' Cultural Palace is a Soviet-style building.
Although it only has four floors, the floor height is five meters, making it very tall.
Chen Nan was desperate to die, so he fell down head first and landed on the hard granite ground.
He was immediately changed beyond recognition and was too miserable to watch.
The heavy object fell to the ground with a bang, like breaking a thermos filled with water.
It immediately attracted the aunt who was cleaning nearby.
The aunt was used to seeing dead people when she ran away, and she was not interested in the red and white ones on the ground.
Not afraid, he raised his voice and said: "Someone jumped off the building."
People who did morning exercises, went to work, went to school, and worked the night shift all gathered around Chen Nan and formed a circle, pointing and chattering.
The sweeper was kind enough to find a broken straw mat to cover the body, but The blood has spread, and the ground is red.
The policemen from the police station came belatedly and opened the straw mat to check.
There were no documents on the body, and there was no suicide note.
It looked like he was in his twenties, but he committed suicide for some unknown reason.
The police mobilized the crowd and asked the crowd of onlookers who knew the deceased.
Everyone shook their heads and smashed into rotten watermelons.
Now they no longer knew each other.
I had no choice but to find a flatbed truck and take it to the funeral parlor to deal with it slowly.
When the police returned to the station, they received a report.
The person who came was Ma Chunhua, the deputy secretary of the party committee of Chenguang Machinery Factory.
Her brother-in-law had left the suicide note and the person was missing.
She wanted to ask the police to help find him.
The police told Ma Chunhua that half an hour ago a man jumped from the upstairs of the Workers' Cultural Palace and fell to his death.
It was best to go and see if he was a relative of yours.
Ma Chunhua's heart skipped a beat before she nodded and said yes.
The police station did not have a car, only an old three-wheeled motorcycle.
The director personally drove Deputy Secretary Ma to the crematorium and funeral parlor.
At this time, the body had just been delivered and there was no time to process it.
Ma Chunhua took one look and turned her face away.
He recognized that this was his brother-in-law Chen Nan.
He was eating at the same dining table last night, but today there was a world of separation between yin and yang.
Even the hard-hearted Ma Chunhua couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
"Yes, he is my brother."
Ma Chunhua choked with tears.
The staff of the funeral home said: "It will be easier once the identity is confirmed.
Let the unit handle it."
Ma Chunhua said nothing and hurried back to inform her family.
Early this morning, Ma Chunhua called her brother-in-law to eat, but found that the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, and there were several letters, watches and pens on the table.
She felt something was wrong in her heart and quickly called the man over.
Chen Bei I opened the envelope and looked at it.
At the end was "Chen Nan's must write" and screamed "It's bad.
My brother is going to commit suicide.
Find someone quickly."
The people living in Gaotupo were all colleagues from Chenguang Factory.
At least dozens of people came out to help after shouting.
Chen Bei called a group of people to search for his brother everywhere.
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The main search area was along the Huaijiang River, because the possibility of committing suicide by throwing himself into the river was the highest. , but they never expected that Chen Nan would choose to jump off the building.
When Ma Chunhua found Chen Bei, he was limping along the riverside pushing his bicycle and calling his brother's name, his voice hoarse.
Ma Chunhua told her husband that the person was found at the funeral home.
Chen Bei was fully mentally prepared, but he was still stunned by the bad news.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and murmured: "It was good, why did it disappear?"
The biggest question now is how the news of Chen Nan's death was told to Liu Ting.
Chen Bei is ten years older than Chen Nan.
She knows that this brother is not Aunt Liu's biological child, but he has raised her like her own child for many years.
Now the white-haired person gives the black-haired person to her.
How can I bear it?
Liu Ting lived in a local guest house.
She began to feel restless in the early morning.
After washing, the feeling became stronger.
She rushed to Gaotupo without even eating breakfast.
However, the door of Chen Bei's house was closed.
She only asked the neighbors before asking.
Knowing that Chen Nan was missing, Liu Ting felt her head pounding and she started to tremble involuntarily.
She realized that her son was in danger.
After waiting on pins and needles for two hours at the neighbor's house, Chen Bei and his wife finally returned.
"Where's Xiao Nan?"
Liu Ting still had a glimmer of hope and looked behind her unwillingly.
"Auntie, you go home first and I'll tell you slowly."
Chen Bei's expression said everything.
"No, just say it here."
Liu Ting said.
"My brother is gone.
He jumped off the building this morning and is now at the funeral parlor."
Liu Ting didn't say anything.
She stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly she fell straight up on her back.
Ma Chunhua had expected it, so she supported her, picked her up and took her home.
She pinched her and poured water on her.
She was busy for a long time.
Liu Ting finally woke up, but she didn't cry and was very calm.
"Did your brother leave a suicide note?"
"Yes."
Chen Nan handed over several letters, one to his parents and family, one to Secretary Zheng of the Provincial Party Committee, one to his biological mother Hong Yu, and one to Aunt Tang.
Liu Ting only opened the letter to Zheng Zeru and saw the beginning: Dear Secretary Zheng, I take the liberty to write you this letter."
The content of the letter did not mention the identity of Zheng Zeru's biological father.
It was just an ordinary letter of complaint.
Liu Ting sighed, put away the letter, and said, "I'm going to see my son."
Chen Bei hesitated and said: "The funeral parlor is still putting on makeup, so it's not convenient to see it now."
Liu Ting smiled sadly: "I have raised my son for twenty-seven years.
I can't see what he will look like.
Let's go now."
Chen Beidao: "Okay, I'll arrange a car right away."
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Chenguang Factory sent a jeep to take Liu Ting to the funeral parlor, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs.
Chen Bei.
The funeral parlor and crematorium are connected together in the northern suburbs.
From a distance, you can see smoke coming out of the big chimney, and the surrounding area is desolate.
The scene stirred up emotion, and my heart became even more sad.
Chen Nan's head was shattered, and the make-up artist at the funeral home was stitching it together so that his family members could not watch.
Liu Ting ignored the obstruction of the staff and walked to the morgue to take a look.
She suddenly punched and beat him hard.
Scolding: "You are a coward, a coward, you are not worthy of being my parents' son."
Chen Nan's stiff body showed no reaction.
Everyone hurriedly tried to dissuade her, but Liu Ting suddenly turned around, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and roared: "No one can pull me away."
But after saying this, she fainted again.
Fortunately, Chen Bei was prepared this time and brought the factory doctor with him.
After another rescue operation, Liu Ting was overly sad, deeply stimulated, and in a trance.
Chen Bei forcibly sent her back.
The elder brother Chen Bei was mainly responsible for Chen Nan's funeral affairs.
He was busy notifying his family and preparing for the memorial service.
He first went to the post and telecommunications office and sent two telegrams, one to Beijing and one to the provincial capital, and then notified Chen Nan.
Nan’s uncle Liu Xiaoyong.
Liu Xiaoyong has changed his job and returned to the local area.
He was originally scheduled to serve as the director of the Grain Bureau, but because his nephew was labeled as a rightist, he was also affected.
The main regional leaders spoke out and said that family members of rightists were not suitable to serve as leaders of the unit, so the director became Deputy Director.
Naturally, Chen Nan's work unit also had to be notified.
After the principal learned that Chen Nan had committed suicide, he sighed, took off his reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, saying that Chen Nan was still considered a member of our school anyway, and the organization could come out to hold a memorial service for him.
Just fine.
Director Sun of the Education Department immediately expressed his opposition: "Chen Nan resisted reform, committed suicide out of fear of crime, and cut himself off from the people.
It is not a pity for such a person to die.
The school cannot hold a memorial service for such a person."
Director Sun was very forceful, and the principal had no choice but to wave his hands and say let’s talk.
Director Sun returned to his office and couldn't restrain his excitement.
He wrote another big-character poster expressing his strong indignation and contempt for Chen Nan's suicide in fear of crime.
After writing, he posted it on the school bulletin board himself.
Although Nie Wenfu was still wrapped in bandages, after hearing the good news, he was helped to the publicity board, played Allegro and sang in a broken gong voice: "It's good for rightists to die, and it's wonderful to die.
The one who dies is called a Quack."
The campus echoed with his hoarse voice and allegro, making a sound, making a sound.
In the provincial party committee building, the secretary was helping Secretary Zheng organize documents.
He peeked at the secretary and saw that the secretary seemed to be in a good mood, so he casually said: "At noon, Jiangbei called to report that Chen Nan, a decentralized rightist, committed suicide by jumping off the building."
Zheng Zeru was working at his desk, writing quickly and without batting an eyelid.
The secretary realized that he had talked too much.
A mere right-winger's suicide was used to affect Secretary Zheng's thinking.
It really shouldn't have happened.
After sorting out the documents, he quietly left.
Zheng Zeru was in a very confused mood.
He never expected that his biological son would be so fragile.
A mere blow made him choose death.
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After all, it was a life, and he was also the son that Chen Zikun had raised for twenty-seven years.
How to deal with the aftermath and how to provide compensation?
, are all difficult problems.
He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, thought for a long time, and decided not to get involved in the matter.
Chen Nan's body was cremated at Jiangbei Crematorium.
The memorial service was not held, and no one came from the No. 1 Middle School.
Not even a wreath was sent.
Only the Chen family and the Liu family came to bid farewell to Chen Nan.
The autumn rain was misty, and the fallen leaves were everywhere.
The room was desolate.
Chen Zikun flew from Beijing to Jiangbei on the third day.
His willpower was much stronger than Liu Ting's and he did not shed a single tear during the funeral.
The farewell ceremony for Chen Nan's body was very simple.
The family members walked around in a hasty circle and it was over.
Chen Nan was lying in a Chinese tunic suit with a pen in his pocket.
His young face was still lifelike and his eyelashes were long, as if he would wake up at any time.
Come to normal.
Hongyu brought Wang Beitai to attend the funeral.
She never expected that she would have to face the tragedy of Yin and Yang just after she found her long-lost son.
Thinking of all the pitiful things about her son, she couldn't help but burst out in grief.
Her whole body was filled with tears.
Collapsed on the ground.
The body was sent to the crematorium.
Chen Zikun personally went to pick up the ashes for his son.
The body was burned for a long time before it turned into ashes.
He used a shovel to scoop out the gray-white ashes and put them in a box and took them out.
"Xiao Bei, bury your brother by the river."
Chen Zikun handed the urn to Chen Bei and strode away.
"Dad, where are you going?"
Chen Bei shouted.
"Go to the provincial capital."
Chen Zikun replied without looking back.
A gust of wind blew up and lifted the hem of his windbreaker.
Chen Bei noticed that his father's back seemed to be a little more rickety than before.
In the Provincial Party Committee Building, the secretary was answering the phone when he suddenly saw the former governor Chen Zikun arriving.
He quickly put down the phone and stood up to greet him.
"Is Zheng Zeru here?"
Chen Zikun asked, without stopping, he pushed the door straight in.
The secretary followed him into the office.
Secretary Zheng was reviewing documents.
When he saw Chen Zikun barging in, he took off his glasses and said politely: "Here you go, sit down."
Chen Zikun did not sit down, but took two steps forward, raised his hand and slapped him with a crisp sound.
"What are you doing?"
The secretary was shocked and stepped forward to hug Chen Zikun tightly to stop him from further actions.
Chen Zikun pushed the secretary and knocked him upside down.
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Zheng Zeru said in a deep voice: "Xiao Ding, please go out for a moment.
You are not allowed to come in without my order."
The secretary got up from the ground, went out, grabbed the phone and said hurriedly: "Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau, send someone to the first secretary's office immediately, with guns":