Chapter 070 The eldest grandson of the Feng family
Chapter 070 The eldest grandson of the Feng family
The Feng family's motorcade drove slowly and steadily.
This was Feng Botao's request. It was already evening when the convoy was about to leave the border of Jiangbei Province. Feng Bolin made arrangements in advance and stayed at a military station for one night.
Early the next morning, the convoy was still driving at the same speed as yesterday.
At about 1:30 in the afternoon, we entered the capital and went straight to the Revolutionary Cemetery in the western suburbs.
At the entrance of the cemetery, Mr. and Mrs. Feng led several staff members, Mr. and Mrs. Feng Boxia, Feng Bolin’s wife Zhang Lan, Feng Bolin’s son Feng Yuanhua, daughter Feng Linlin, and Feng Boxia’s son Zhao Hainan, all dressed in black with white flowers on their chests, to welcome Peng Yuqiang’s ashes.
arrival.
For some special reason, Mr. Feng handled his family's private affairs privately and in a low-key manner. Once it was made public, people would come to pay homage and condolences in large numbers, attracting intense media attention.
Mr. Feng has always kept a low profile and is unwilling to expose his private affairs to the world's reputation.
Therefore, those present today, except for some staff members around Mr. Feng, are direct relatives of the Feng family.
Peng Yuanzheng walked slowly holding his father's ashes, and as he got closer, Feng Laowei's serious face had a layer of tears, while Mrs. Feng had already burst into tears and was being supported by her daughter Feng Boxia and daughter-in-law Zhang Lan.
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"Grandpa!" Peng Yuanzheng said in a solemn voice.
"Okay, good boy." Mr. Feng nodded silently, then nodded to Feng Botao and said, "Boss, where is the second wife's wife?"
Feng Botao smiled, and behind him, Feng Qianru pushed Meng Lin over in a wheelchair. Mr. Feng took a step forward, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
"Dad...Dad." Meng Lin said softly with red and swollen eyes.
Mr. Feng nodded vigorously, leaned over and looked at Meng Lin's injured leg, and said sadly, "Xiao Meng, I have suffered so much for you these years! I should thank you for raising Yuan Zheng, the child of our Feng family!"
"Dad, this is what I should do..." Meng Lin finally couldn't control it and burst into tears. Along the way, Meng Lin felt sad and relieved at the same time. Her husband had been stumbling all his life and never lived a good life.
Fortunately, after his death, he could finally recognize his ancestor and return to his clan, and rest in peace.
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Although there were only relatives of the Feng family, the ceremony was simple and solemn.
Peng Yuanzheng stood tall and stared at the brand new tombstone in the howling north wind. The sadness in his heart could not be described in words. What a happy scene it would be if his father were still alive!
On the tombstone, Peng Yuqiang's surname was Feng, and a blank space was left on the right side. This was the place reserved for Meng Lin according to traditional folk customs. In other words, the two of them would be buried together in the future. And on the inscription, "filial son"
The words "Feng Yuanzheng stands in honor with tears of blood" are also clearly visible.
This means that Peng Yuanzheng, his father, his son and his mother truly recognized their ancestors and became members of the Feng family in the capital.
The north wind swept the yellow leaves on the mountain, and the temperature was extremely low.
In the dusk, Mr. Feng and Peng Yuanzheng walked slowly along the mountain road.
"Grandpa!" Peng Yuanzheng said softly.
Mr. Feng stopped, turned to look at his grandson, and sighed, "My son, you are very strong and strong. Grandpa is very happy. Grandpa actually hopes that you can go your own way and work hard to create something of your own."
It will bring you a better world. In fact, in the long run, this will be good for your future.”
Mr. Feng's words were profound, and he paused for a moment to give Peng Yuanzheng time to digest and absorb them.
Peng Yuanzheng is unwilling to disclose his identity for the time being, but Mr. Feng supports it. If his identity is disclosed, the aura of the third generation of red will be dazzling and glorious, but it can only be prominent for a while, and any glory passed down from his ancestors will not last long. Mr. Feng is okay,
What if Mr. Feng is no longer here?
On the other hand, the identity of the third generation of red people must have been a great help to Peng Yuanzheng's early career. But if Peng Yuanzheng wants to go further and more solidly, this identity may become some kind of invisible tie. Having such and such
Worry. The things involved here are too profound and complicated, so Mr. Feng can only touch on them.
"The mountain road is long. Grandpa hopes that you can go higher and farther and stand on the highest point in the future!"
Mr. Feng's voice was old and melodious, "Grandpa is getting older. The Feng family will still have to rely on your next generation to sustain the family in the future. Grandpa has great hopes for you."
"I understand, Grandpa."
"Actually, grandpa plans to let you come back this time. But since you, a child, have your own ideas, I won't force you. But you must remember that no matter where you are, you are my grandson.
The eldest grandson of the Feng family must be upright in everything he does and must not bring shame to the family!"
"We can't do anything wrong below under the banner of grandpa. We are not other people. We must be upright and clean without any problems. It is not easy for our generation to build such a country. I hope you young people can cherish the opportunity.
, do practical things for the rejuvenation of the country and nation!”
Mr. Feng's voice was very serious, "Whether you are in Yuanhua, including Qianru, Linlin, and Hainan, I have strict requirements on you. I don't want my descendants to bully others outside and let the common people poke their backs!"
"You are new to officialdom. Grandpa won't talk about the truth. I only want to tell you three things. You must keep them in mind. First, you must not be greedy, which will insult the Feng family's family tradition; second, do not engage in cliques.
First, put public service first in everything; third, tell the truth, do practical things, do real things, and don’t imitate those messy things in officialdom.”
"Yes, grandpa, I remember everything." Peng Yuanzheng nodded.
Mr. Feng let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's go home! Your mother will stay in Beijing and wait until after the Spring Festival to see the situation. You are alone in Xin'an, so you should take good care of yourself."
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Not far away, Feng Bolin's son Feng Yuanhua watched his grandfather and Peng Yuanzheng walking and talking together, looking very harmonious and intimate. Everyone could see how much Mr. Feng valued his grandson Peng Yuanzheng, and the jealousy in Feng Yuanhua's heart.
It's getting more and more prosperous, even though he doesn't dare to show it.
Feng Yuanhua feels very aggrieved. He is the direct grandson of the Feng family. Even though Peng Yuanzheng is the son of his second uncle, is his grandson, whom his grandfather has watched since childhood, inferior to a "migrant" who has just recognized his family?
Feng Bolin noticed the change in his son's mood. He coughed twice, walked over and patted Feng Yuanhua on the shoulder. After what happened in Xin'an, he was no longer so repulsive to Peng Yuanzheng, his nephew. On the contrary, he felt that Peng Yuanzheng had been there since he was a child.
Da has suffered too much, and it is not easy for the two of them to depend on each other. It is natural for the Feng family to compensate Peng Yuanzheng.
Feng Yuanhua looked up at his father, and Feng Bolin lowered his voice and said, "Boy, I'm warning you, Yuanzheng is your brother. Remember, he will always be your brother!"
Feng Yuanhua was shocked and disappointed by his father's attitude. He turned his head angrily, looked away, raised his foot and kicked a stone away from his feet.
Feng Bolin was silent. However, he didn't take it too seriously. Feng Yuanhua was still a child and had not graduated from college. It was not surprising that he had some emotions in his heart. The key to the problem was his wife Zhang Lan. Feng Bolin suddenly felt that he should find Zhang Lan
Let’s have a serious talk.
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