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    The end of an era always requires several tragic deaths and endings to exaggerate the sadness and sadness of the end.  The death of a figure who was once the core of an era will trigger the reverie and recollection of that era by the people around him. Even if it is a yearning with the meaning of burial, this kind of reminiscence can always appropriately light up the memory of that era in people.  dots of stars.

    Twenty years ago, Zhao Shidao was at the height of his power.

    Someone once predicted that if this man had not been unwilling to pursue an official career, he would have become the youngest member of the Politburo in China.  Facing the top pyramid of power, this man unexpectedly chose to stand behind the scenes and silently dedicated his life to the Republic. If any third-generation heir of red blood in Beijing can be said to be more skilled in pure political skills,  The one who can make the second generation fearful is probably the Zhao Family Shidao.

    This man who controls the most secret national intelligence system of the Republic has a transcendent status even in the Zhao family. In any case, no matter how powerful he is, it does not mean that life will compromise him.  After ten years of illness, the man collapsed.

    Beijing Hospital.

    The entire hospital is under strict surveillance, and starting from the seventh floor, you must undergo strict inspection before entering. The ninth floor is the ward where Zhao Shidao is located.  .

    Zhao Donglan, the old man of the Zhao family, is dressed in a simple military uniform without a military rank. His hair is full of vicissitudes of life, and there is a sense of sadness in his eyes.  In his military life, it can be said that the most unseen and most daring thing for an old man who has looked down on life and death is nothing more than a white-haired man giving a black-haired man. But this old man's spine is still as straight as a pine, and he is standing in the ward.  At the door, one hand held a cane, and behind him stood people from the Zhao family and members of the princelings of Zhao Shidao's generation.

    "Grandpa, please sit down for a while. I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear standing like this." An extremely delicate and clean girl stood beside the old man, stretched out her hand to support the old man, and said softly.

    Zhao Donglan patted the hand of his granddaughter Zhao Qingsi, and sat down in the corridor on one side as instructed. Sitting next to him were all the direct descendants of the Zhao family, the eldest Zhao Bingrong, and the second eldest Zhao Bingyi.

    The old man of the Zhao family was here, and although the remaining people did not even dare to breathe too loudly, in addition to the pressure felt by the old man who really stood up in the blood and fire, everyone felt the pressure of the old man's high power and position.  In addition, there was also a sense of respect and admiration from the heart. The old man was obviously in a bad mood, so no one dared to speak. They just stood quietly in the corridor, waiting for the door to be opened and the sound to be heard from inside.  good news.

    Amid everyone's expectations, the door creaked open, and five or six white-haired doctors in white coats, frowning deeply, came out, discussing in a low voice what to do.

    "The patient's condition is not ideal and he is not suitable to see so many people." Seeing the crowd of people at the door, one of the old doctors said that as the health doctor of the central leader, he often went to Zhongnanhai to see the leader and saw so many people.  Absolutely extraordinary people, although not afraid, are still surprised by the true identity of this patient whose identity is extremely confidential.

    Zhao Donglan nodded, and the remaining people began to leave slowly and wisely. Some people were talking in low voices, but in short, everyone looked unhappy.

    "Can I go in to see my uncle?" Zhao Qingsi asked the doctor calmly. The doctor frowned, glanced at the gray-haired Zhao Donglan, nodded proactively, and then said: "Yes, but people who go in should not be too big."  More. Although he has woken up, the current situation is still very unstable. If you have anything, you'd better explain it as soon as possible." The last sentence almost broke the last layer of window paper, and everyone's hearts were raised.  Zhao Donglan sighed deeply, his cane hitting the ground making a clear and crisp sound, and walked into the ward, followed closely by Zhao Qingsi.

    "Three years ago in the Yan family, now in the Zhao family, this human tragedy of white-haired people giving away black-haired people has happened again and again to these old people who have devoted their whole lives to the Republic. Do you think this counts?  It¡¯s a tragedy that¡¯s too coincidental.¡± In Beijing in July and August, the sun was absolutely incompatible with the gentleness, and it was scorching the earth. Fu Daqi said to Ye Wudao who had just arrived in Beijing next to him.

    "This is doomed." Ye Wudao looked at the cars on the street indifferently. It seemed that there were not many people in sight. There were more cars than people. It seemed to be the absolute unified standard of every big city that flaunted modernity. Steel Forest  , four-wheeled iron boxes roared past on the wide streets. More and more modern life has infinitely extended the indifference between people.

    "In an era where the victors, princes, losers and thieves are worshiped more and more, people increasingly fail to understand a very obvious fact, that is, the one who laughs last is always the one who lives longer. Without life, the hand  glory and wealthIt can only be exchanged for a better cemetery and a seemingly more powerful funeral.  "Ye Wudao's meanness allowed Fu Daqi to understand another side of the prince for the first time on another little-known level.

    "I don't know how many people are happy about Zhao Shidao's death and how many are sad. To be honest, the former prince's care for us can be considered a great love. At least he has something that can make me and even my family suffer.  Evidence of walking around." Fu Daqi slightly squinted his eyes and looked up at the sun in the middle of the sky. Feeling the burning heat in his eyeballs for a moment, he said coldly: "Some people are still lingering even if they are alive. The difference between existence and non-existence is waste.  A waste of food, and some people, even if they are gone, can still have an influence like the sun, leaving a shadow on the pupils that is definitely not comfortable! Zhao Shidao, I don¡¯t know how many people will be implicated in his death  Come out, most of the large number of provincial and ministerial-level and central-level cadres who were dismissed by Zhu Yi were because of Zhao Shidao. The living Zhao Shidao is scary, but the dead Zhao Shidao is still not something that those clowns can do whatever they want."

    "You go back first." Ye Wudao suddenly stood up and said to Fu Daqi.

    Although he was confused, Fu Daqi nodded naturally and said, "Do you want to send a car?"

    "No need, I'm not a leader." Ye Wudao laughed, then turned around and left the same way. Looking at Ye Wudao's back, Fu Daqi shrugged and said to himself playfully: Not a leader,  But there are a few people in China who can make this group of dandies in Beijing turn into chaos as soon as they hear you are coming. They either find excuses to go out for a trip or stay at home all day without seeing anyone.

    At the Capital International Airport, Ye Wudao was sitting in the departure hall. Rows of neat and clean seats were scattered with people from the seventh or eighth floors.

    "Young man, is there no one here?" A middle-aged man with a weathered face carrying large and small bags put two boxes beside him, his face showing the boldness and neatness unique to northerners.

    "It's okay, just sit down." Ye Wudao gave way to the middle-aged man, allowing the middle-aged man to sit down between the box and himself, and be a good person with an upper limit within a moderate range.  This is exactly what makes an extremely shameless villain like Ye Wudao endearing.

    "Young man, are you waiting for someone?" The uncle was very familiar with himself. He took out a pack of Liqun worth 20 yuan from his pocket, then handed one to Ye Wudao and said.

    As a result, Ye Wudao put the cigarette to his ear when the man handed him a cigarette. He took out the red panda that Zhao Baokun had "honored" from his clothes some time ago, handed it to the man and lit Liqun himself. Ye Wudao said: "  Pick up my wife, I see you have a lot of things to do, you just came back from out of town to pick me up?"

    The man did not see the four small words "Military Region Special Offer" on the cigarette box that Ye Wudao took out, but he clearly saw the eye-catching red panda packaging, and he laughed a little awkwardly: "Yes, I just came back from Shijiazhuang.  My mother-in-law insisted on taking a plane, and the children didn't do it again, so she asked them to come back by plane. I took the train myself. I don't know what happened. When the train arrived, the plane didn't arrive. But I just asked, and the plane didn't arrive.  If something breaks down, it will be repaired at the airport in Shijiazhuang."

    Carefully lighting the cigarette, the man took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up: "A good cigarette is a good cigarette. This little panda used to just look at it and smoke it by himself, but he couldn't bear it. It's such a good cigarette!"

    Ye Wudao skillfully blew out two smoke rings and said with a smile: "Uncle, why don't you take a flight yourself and go back to Beijing with your family?"

    The man puffed out his cigarette and took small puffs. Hearing this, he said, "Flights are expensive. I'm used to taking trains."

    It was very plain, with no deliberate emphasis, no so-called bitterness and no pointless resentment. The light embarrassment made this man a little embarrassed.

    "Uncle, you are a man." Ye Wudao exhaled the last puff of smoke and put out the cigarette butt. Just in time, the radio broadcast a reminder that the flight from ** to Beijing had arrived at the airport.
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