In the provincial capital, in the senior official ward of the First People's Hospital, Liu Cunren was sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious. The corridor was full of relatives, friends and colleagues of the old Liu family, including newspapers, provincial governments, and provincial military regions. Everyone was whispering and sighing from time to time.

After liberation, Liu Cunren returned to the newspaper office to work as a proofreader, but his level was higher, and he was a proofreader at the deputy editor-in-chief level. Everyone in the newspaper envied him. Who asked him to raise a few promising children? The eldest daughter works in the central government, the eldest son is the head of the army, the youngest daughter is in the provincial party committee, and the son-in-law is in the newspaper office. They are all people with status. It is time for the elderly to enjoy their happiness, but they are suffering from a fatal terminal illness. It is really a pity.

Chen Zikun accompanied Liu Ting to come from Beijing on a special plane. When he appeared in the corridor, the crowd immediately became quiet. At this special moment, everyone dared not make noise, but just turned their attention to the former dominant Jiangdong.

Chen Zikun nodded to everyone and took Liu Ting into the ward. The old man was still in a coma. His younger daughter and son-in-law were taking care of him and whispered to his elder brother-in-law that his father had advanced lung cancer and could not be cured.

As he was talking, suddenly Liu Ma shouted: "Dad is awake."

Everyone hurriedly surrounded him, and Liu Cunren waved his hand and pointed at Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun stepped forward and held the old man's hand, whispered: "Father-in-law, what do you have to explain?"

Liu Cunren was extremely pleased by his father-in-law's call. The eldest daughter has followed Chen Zikun for so many years and has not had a single name. After leaving by herself, Liu Ting can officially enter the Chen family.

"Take good care of the people of the Liu family." Liu Cunren coughed when he said this. Liu Ting helped his father tap his back gently. Seeing that it improved slightly, Liu Cunren asked gasping for his breath: "Where is Xiaoyong and the others."

"It's on the way." Liu Ma replied, winking at the same time.

Zhang Guangyin knew it and immediately went out to the post and telecommunications bureau, lined up to make a long-distance call to the Beitai Military Sub-district, and asked if the elder brother had set out.

This phone call is difficult to call because the troops use military dialect and are not on the same line as civilian phones, so it is very troublesome to transfer. It took half an hour to connect to the duty room there. The duty staff told Zhang Guangyin that the central commander had just finished his inspection and Deputy Commander Liu had already rushed to the train station.

The central leader was a quick inspection in Jiangbei, which delayed Liu Xiaoyong from returning to the provincial capital in time because he had not yet transferred to his job and was still a soldier. After the leader left, he took his wife and children and dragged his luggage onto the train. He was as eager as an arrow, anxious, and regretted that the train was too slow.

When Liu Xiaoyong and his family arrived at the Provincial First People's Hospital, there were crying inside and outside the ward. Liu Cunren had already passed away and could not see his children and grandchildren before his death.

Liu Xiaoyong looked at his father's face and did not cry. He was a tough guy who was used to life and death. Besides, his father had cancer and was very painful in the late stage. Leaving was also a relief. He just regretted that he could not let the old man take a look at his grandson before leaving.

The funeral was very grand. Because Liu Ma was working in the provincial party committee, Zheng Zeru also came to express condolences. There was a wreath of half a street on the street where the Liu family was located, which was extremely mourning and honorable.

Chen Zikun lived in the provincial capital for a few days and used his power to arrange several sons-in-law and grandson of the Liu family to eat imperial grain at a state unit, which was worthy of Liu Cunren's instructions before his death.

Seven days later, Chen Zikun returned to Beijing. Before leaving, he talked to his eldest daughter Chen Yan and suggested that his daughter study abroad.

"Did you go to the Soviet Union?" Chen Yan was very excited. After graduating from Harvard Medical School, she has been obsessed with studying medical skills. She became a master's degree in medicine at a young age and an associate professor at the Provincial Medical School.

"No, I'm going to the United States, going to Hong Kong first, and then finding a way to study in the United States." Chen Zikun said.

Chen Yan was silent for a while: "Others tried every means to come back from the United States to serve their motherland, but you wanted to send me to the other side of the ocean. Why is that?"

Chen Zikun said: "Dad is for your own good."

Chen Yan said: "I don't go, nor do I go to Hong Kong. My patients need me, the organization needs me, Dad, I am a party member now, and it is the time when the motherland needs me the most, I can't leave."

Chen Zikun looked at his daughter and felt that her innocent daughter had grown up and became a little unfamiliar. In fact, her daughter has indeed grown up. Yan'er is thirty-one years old and has her own opinions.

"Okay, just pretend that my father has never said it." Chen Zikun had to end this conversation.

...

It was another year in a blink of an eye. It was the time when spring was blooming. Zheng Zeru, Secretary of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee, held a symposium and invited the heads of the four democratic parties, namely the Democratic League, the Democratic League, the Democratic Construction and the Farmers and Workers, to mobilize them to give more opinions and help our party rectify the work.

"Now the bureaucracy, sectarianism and subjectivism within the party have reached a point where it is necessary to rectify. Mobilizing democratic parties to give advice to ** is a normal step to promote socialist democracy and strengthen party building. I hope everyone will not have any concerns. The Chairman said that a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. For healthy development, people from all walks of life, mainly intellectuals, express dissatisfaction and criticism and suggestions to the party, and make a big splash."

Secretary Zheng's words did not arouse a warm reaction, and everyone just applauded as usual.

Two days after the meeting, the democratic parties did not make any moves. After chatting with old friends such as Ruan Mingchuan and Gong Zijun, they asked them what they thought. Gong Zijun, as deputy director of the Jiangdong Provincial Department of Finance and a member of the Standing Committee of the Democratic Revolution, was also a person with status. He talked freely: "After liberation, he criticized Hu Shi, Yu Pingbo, Wu Xunzhuan, and Hu Feng's counter-revolutionary group. There was constant movement. No matter how not targeted intellectuals, I think I'd better wait and see."

Ruan Mingchuan said: "Old Gong, you are behind. The Prime Minister said last year that intellectuals are also members of the working class. I think this rectification movement is serious. The Party needs us to give opinions. This is a manifestation of noble character, a manifestation of broad-mindedness, and a manifestation of great personality. If you express your opinions, I will send you a newspaper."

Lin Wenlong and Gong Zijun both smiled: "Editor Ruan is indeed courageous."

Ruan Mingchuan said: "During the Beiyang period, I ran a newspaper with Shao Piaoping in Beijing, and scolded anyone who said he would scold him. Cao Kun and Wu Peifu, who didn't scold him, were like his third grandson. During the Republic of China period, I ran a newspaper in Chongqing, scolding Kong Xiangxi, Song Ziwen, and the four major families. The military-controlled spies threatened to assassinate me, but I didn't frown. Now I am humble and take the initiative to carry out self-criticism. Do I dare not post it?"

The next day, Bai Liang, deputy minister of the United Front Work Department of the Provincial Party Committee, met with Lin Wenlong, vice chairman of the Democratic League, and shook hands with him enthusiastically, saying, "Professor Lin, please sit down, I will make tea for you and smoke? I have China here."

Lin Wenlong smiled and said, "Minister Bai must have come to me for tea and smoke. If you have any questions, let's talk straight to the point."

Minister Bai laughed heartily: "Professor Lin is indeed a cheerful person. I invite you to help this time."

Lin Wenlong said: "I am just a teacher, how can I help you?"

Minister Bai laughed again: "We are old friends, so I won't joke. Yesterday, Secretary Zheng criticized me again, saying that my work was not in place and that I did not mobilize democratic parties to help our party rectify the situation. In fact, I understand the reason. The democratic parties still have concerns, which is understandable."

Lin Wenlong said: "Intellectuals are petty bourgeois ideas, which are always like this."

Minister Bai said: "That's why you were invited to discuss how to mobilize democratic parties. The members of the Democratic League are representatives of intellectuals. If they can be mobilized, they can help other intellectuals to relieve their concerns. They must let them speak out and speak out in full. They must tell them that it is not the question of the innocence of the speaker now, but the innocence of the speaker. "

Lin Wenlong couldn't help but sit up straight and his expression became serious.

Minister Bai was smoking a cigarette and paced back and forth in the room, "Professor Lin, you have been an old friend of our party for many years and a leader of the democratic party that the party can trust. I will entrust you with this political task and must be completed."

Lin Wenlong said: "Minister Bai, I understand. After I go back, I will hold a meeting to mobilize and let the members of the alliance move first."

Lin Wenlong was actually in charge of the Jiangdong Democratic League. After he returned, he immediately held a meeting to convey the instructions of the leaders of the United Front Work Department. The members of the alliance were very excited and had great opinions on some bureaucratic styles of the government agencies, the working methods of some cadres, the working attitudes and the relationship between the masses. Since the above repeatedly made promises, what else do they have to worry about?

Chen Nan is a graduate student at Jiang University and a member of the Democratic League. He also attended the meeting. After the meeting, he found his uncle Lin Wenlong and said, "I have any opinions on the current education system, can I mention it?"

Lin Wenlong always admired this nephew and immediately said, "Of course, everything that is beneficial to the country can be mentioned."

Chen Nandao: "I think there should be no party committee in universities, and the party committee should not be allowed to lead universities. Universities are places for education and training intellectuals and academic research, so they should not have political colors."

Lin Wenlong didn't say anything, and his nephew said his own words.

"Uncle, is this suggestion inappropriate?" Chen Nan was a little uneasy.

"This suggestion is very good. My uncle and you jointly issue it." Lin Wenlong said.

The Democratic League was well mobilized, and various opinions and suggestions were sent out like snowflakes, and some were published in newspapers. With the Democratic League, other democratic parties and non-party members also issued criticisms, creating a gratifying situation of great revelation for a time.

The old friends met again, and their mood was completely different from the last time. Ruan Mingchuan said: "A hundred schools of thought contend, and a hundred flowers bloom. OK, okay, it's really great."

Gong Zijun also said: "At first, many people thought that ** could only conquer the world, but not defend the world. It seems that this statement is very wrong and childish. I think ** can not only defend the world, but also build a new China well. This attitude of tolerance of sharp criticism alone is more than a hundred times stronger than the Kuomintang."

Lin Wenlong was even more excited and said: "China has achieved true democracy today."

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