Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The Children of the Gong Family

Not long after the plane took off, a moderate autumn rain, carried by a thick layer of rain clouds with uneven shades, hit the provincial capital of K province.Thunder is far away.The lightning only caressed the slices of ripe red sorghum and yellow corn growing on the hillocks on the horizon, and issued intermittent warnings to the blunt and tall high-voltage iron towers.At this time, at No. 11 Fenglin Road, located in the Gaogan residential area in the northeast corner of the provincial capital, Gong Kaichen's home, known as the "Gong Family Courtyard", was gathering a storm that was not like a "storm" but was more like a storm. "Storm" of "Storm".

Gong Kaichen has three sons, Gong Zhicheng, Gong Zhihe, and Gong Zhixiong, and a daughter, Gong Zhiying.There are also two non-gong children, daughter-in-law Xiu Xiaomei and son-in-law Tong Daguang.Of the four Gong children, only one was his own, and that was the eldest, Gong Zhicheng.Gong Zhicheng, a soldier, Xiu Xiaomei's husband, a top student at the Harbin Military Engineering Institute, and an important member of a cutting-edge weapon design team in a research institute of the Ministry of National Defense.Anyone who is familiar with Gong Kaichen knows that among all these children, the eldest is the one he values ​​the most.To be honest, it was not the blood relationship that made the balance of his emotions tilt so much.On this point, all the children of the Gong family admit that the reason why Dad likes and values ​​Big Brother is mainly because of his temperament, temperament and political character.In these respects, the elder brother is too similar to the father.Their pursuits are too consistent.Another point, which is actually very important to Gong Kaichen, is that the boss looks very much like him.Take the photo of him when he was young and compare it with the current boss, it looks like a "copy" in the "select all" program.An old colleague who hadn't seen him for more than 20 years went to Beijing for business. When he saw Zhicheng in the compound of the Ministry of National Defense, he couldn't help but walked forward based on his appearance and the expression between his eyebrows. Go ask; I can take the liberty to ask, do you know a man named Gong Kaichen? Are you his son? At the right time, I told them this "joke" "without taking the trouble", and after I finished speaking, there was a burst of hearty laughter.And the "pride" and "satisfaction" that coexist in these laughter are often irrepressible.But very unfortunately, a few months ago, Zhicheng died in a major accident in a weapon test.When the news came, everyone in the family rushed back to comfort Gong Kaichen.After dinner, someone proposed to accompany Dad to watch TV for a while, in order to adjust the atmosphere that was too heavy and sad.Unexpectedly, the TV station was broadcasting "Mao Zedong and His Son" that day.It's not a coincidence here, as soon as I turned on the TV, I got on that channel, and it was on the air when news came from North Korea that Mao Anying, the son of Mao Zedong, had died.At that time, all the people present were tense, very embarrassed and very uncomfortable.On the one hand, the family was afraid that Gong Kaichen would get hurt and be stimulated again; on the other hand, he was also afraid that he would be misunderstood because of this, thinking that the family was deliberately using Mao Zedong's example to "educate" him, and would develop a rebellious mentality and lose his temper.Gong Kaichen doesn't get angry easily, but once he gets angry, it is very scary.At that time, you can completely imagine the scene of the volcanic eruption, the turbulence that will destroy everything, the unstoppable scorching heat, the earth shaking with thick smoke, fire and howling... At that time, the second child Gong Zhihe and his youngest son Gong Zhixiong hurriedly folded up from the sofa almost at the same time, reached for the remote control, and rushed to change the channel.

"do not move." At this time, from the depths of my father's chest, came this monotonous and undeniable voice.So, they quickly withdrew their hands.The others also immediately held their breath, not knowing what kind of "earthquake" would happen next.But we all know that the most important thing at this moment is "obedience" and "obedience", and we must not add fuel to the flames... But a few seconds passed... and a few more seconds passed, and what was waiting was to make them even more angry. Because of the inexplicable silence, a kind of dazed freezing...and breaking...then, after a few seconds, there was still no "shock"...they hesitated and turned to the father who was sitting upright. The direction is deflected to the face.For a moment, they couldn't believe that what they saw was real and possible: the father was sitting upright numbly, with some facial muscles protruding, and he was trembling rapidly at an imperceptible frequency.The wrinkles on the face that were not always obvious suddenly appeared extremely deep and completely shrunk together; the upper body, which was relatively tall and straight before, became stiff like a stone monument at this moment.The father was obviously clenching his teeth by tensing every nerve and every muscle in his body to stop some kind of "exposure" of his emotions.He stared blankly at the TV screen, but he clearly told the people around him that at this moment, he actually didn't know what was chattering on the TV screen in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to the screen at all. The big play that was put on.The slightly cloudy eyes also clearly showed that his mind was blank at the moment, completely blank.At this moment, in his heart, there are only two words left, one thing: son... son... and then... when they saw it, his tears rolled down.Those two huge tears tremblingly flowed down the tough, rough skin of the cheeks, which seemed to have been tanned thousands of times in high-strength acid and alkali, to the corners of the mouth, the chin, and then dripped down... ...For a moment, the noses of all the people present were sore, and the eye sockets were also moist.Gong Zhiying, who couldn't bear it anymore, put her arms around her four-year-old daughter, sobbing.Zhiying's sobs seemed to have awakened Gong Kaichen.He suddenly lowered his head and sat silently for a while.After a strong sob, he finally stopped his tears, took out a handkerchief and threw it in front of Zhiying, and said in a low voice: "Be strong... for a while, Xiaomei is here, don't let her see you tears..." Then he got up and walked upstairs.

After Gong Zhicheng died, the whole family transferred a rare respect to Xiu Xiaomei.On the one hand, of course, it is because of missing Zhicheng; on the other hand, Xiu Xiaomei, who was born in a commoner family, is gentle and elegant. He has always been tolerant, serious, modest, and serious. He is indeed a person worthy of trust and respect.It is precisely because of this that Gong Kaichen "authorized" Xiu Xiaomei to call her whole family to No. 11 Fenglin Road and "stand by" after he flew to Beijing urgently. When Gong Zhihe drove his half-new Fiat car to the gate of No. 11 Fenglin Road, although the rain was still pattering down, it was obviously not as heavy as before.The ages of the big trees on both sides of Fenglin Road are said to be seventy or eighty years old.Against the backdrop of the sound of encroaching sand and rain, the tree-lined avenue composed of these old trees in various shapes and riddled with holes looks even darker and quieter.There must be new guards.The little soldier couldn't recognize Gong Zhihe's voice on the intercom doorbell, and repeatedly inquired about his "identity".

"Who else am I?" After the thick wooden door finally opened, Gong Zhihe glanced at the little soldier with a little annoyance. "Sister-in-law, why hasn't she arrived yet? She lives closer than any of us." Gong Zhihe hurried into the living room, glanced around, and asked.There are only Zhiying and Zhixiong in the living room. "Who knows..." Zhixiong was lying on the big sofa, flipping through a thick fashion magazine, stretched his feet, crossed them, and rested them on the armrest of the sofa at the other end, and replied lazily. Zhiying didn't make a sound.Zhiying's husband, Tong Daguang, is on a business trip to Russia and won't be able to arrive tonight.She sent her daughter to her mother-in-law's house again, so she came by herself.

"Is Dad sure to come back tonight?" Zhihe asked again. "Nonsense. If he doesn't come back, why tell our brothers to wait for him here overnight?" Zhixiong replied while turning the pages. "Yeah, why did you make us wait here all night for something big to happen?" Zhihe asked again. "Ah... who are you asking?" Zhixiong put his feet flat, covered his face with a magazine, folded his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and went to rest. "I heard that the military is going to conduct an unprecedented-scale exercise in our province recently. The central government urgently summoned my father. Could it be related to this incident?" Zhihe was still not reconciled.

Zhiying, who had been silent all this time, frowned and analyzed: "No way. Dad couldn't possibly gather our whole family together because of some kind of military exercise and wait for him here. Why does he want us to command War, or help to carry the shells and charge.” At this moment, a mobile phone among the three of them suddenly rang.Zhixiong turned over and sat up.Both Zhihe and Zhiying were instinctively nervous.It was finally determined that it was Zhihe's cell phone that was ringing.Zhihe quickly opened the flip of the phone.He heard that the voice on the phone was from Xiu Xiaomei.

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter with you, where are you?" he asked. Xiu Xiaomei replied on the phone: "I... dizzy... dizzy... I can't find the brakes... Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up..."