In a corner of the town, the death of the old director Li Jianguo was like a gust of wind, gently blowing through this peaceful community. The news spread like ripples among the neighborhoods, and some of the old chief's former subordinates heard it in the park where they practiced in the morning, some learned about it while chatting in the teahouse, and some learned about the bad news through social media forwarded by their children.
"Hey, have you heard? The old director Li Jianguo is gone. Zhang Hua said to several old friends on a bench in the park.
"Which Director Lee? Oh, it's Director Li, who has been retired for several years. An old man next to him who was exercising in the morning stopped and frowned.
"Yes, I heard that he used to be a capable person and helped a lot of people." Another old man recalled.
"Are you going to the memorial service?" Zhang Hua asked.
"Where to go, I still have to pick up my grandson from school." The old man who was exercising in the morning waved his hand.
"I wanted to go, but my legs were inconvenient and I couldn't go that far." The other old man sighed.
Zhang Hua was silent for a while, and then said, "Okay, I'll take a look." The old director was good to us back then, and we still have to talk about this point. ”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Zhao Qiang was playing cards with several old colleagues in a teahouse. A colleague mentioned Director Li's death, and Zhao Qiang's hand almost didn't hold the cards steadily.
"Really? Why did the old director leave? Zhao Qiang asked in surprise.
"It's not, when people are old, their bodies can't do it." My colleague said with emotion.
"Are you going to the memorial service?" Zhao Qiang asked.
"I had something to do that day, and I couldn't go." Another colleague said.
"Me too, I made an appointment to talk about business that day." Another colleague chimed in.
Zhao Qiang thought for a while and said, "Then I'll go, the old director was kind to me before his death, and I can't help but express it." ”
In the evening, Zhang Hua mentioned this incident at home while having dinner with his wife.
"You're going to the old director's memorial service?" The wife asked.
"yes, I think I should go." Zhang Hua replied.
"Look at you, you're not a big official, what does it matter if you go or not." My wife was a little unimpressed.
"I can't say that, the old director didn't take much care of us little staff back then." Zhang Hua insisted.
The wife shook her head and didn't say anything more, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
The next day, Zhang Hua and Zhao Qiang came to the memorial service as promised. They found that almost no other old subordinates were present except for each other. The two looked at each other, and there was something wrong in their hearts.
"Lao Li, I heard that Director Li has passed away, do you plan to go to the memorial service?" Lao Wang, a retired worker, met his former colleague Lao Li at the gate of the community.
"Hey, I want to go, but I've not been feeling well lately, and I'm afraid I can't walk." Lao Li sighed, his face full of helplessness.
"Also, at our age, the body is the most important." Lao Wang nodded sympathetically.
"However, my son said he would go for me to express our family's condolences." Lao Li added.
"That's good, at least there's a representative." Lao Wang comforted.
On the other side of the city, Lao Sun was busy with his small business, and after receiving the notice of the memorial service, he seemed a little hesitant.
"The memorial service, I may have to go to buy the goods that day, and there is a bit of a conflict in time." Lao Sun said to his friend on the other end of the phone.
"Director Li used to be good to you, isn't it okay if you don't go?" Friends reminded him.
"I know, I know, but there is no delay in business." Lao Sun looked a little embarrassed.
"Why don't I send you a wreath?" A friend came up with a compromise.
"That's good, thank you." Lao Sun replied gratefully.
At the same time, Lao Zhang was packing his things at home and preparing to go to the memorial service. His wife looked at the busy Lao Zhang and couldn't help asking, "Are you really going?" ”
"Of course, Director Li is my old leader, how can I not go?" Lao Zhang replied while sorting out his clothes.
"But don't you keep saying your leg hurts? After walking such a long way, can the body afford to eat? The wife asked worriedly.
"It's okay, I'll just take some painkillers." Lao Zhang smiled and comforted his wife.
"Alright then, be careful on your way." Although his wife was still a little worried, she no longer stopped her.
In this way, after the invitation to the memorial service of the old director was issued, the reactions of the old subordinates were different. Some people can't go because of physical reasons, some people can't leave because they are busy with work, and some people want to go, but they can't make it due to various reasons. But in any case, they expressed their condolences and nostalgia for the old director in their own way.
On the day of the memorial service, the sky was overcast, and it seemed that he was also mourning the departure of the old director. Zhang Hua and Zhao Qiang came to the scene early, they were wearing black suits and white flowers pinned to their chests, looking solemn and solemn.
"Zhang Hua, you're here." Zhao Qiang saw Zhang Hua, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"Well, Zhao Qiang, you're here too." Zhang Hua nodded, and there was a trace of imperceptible sadness in the eyes of both of them.
"Unexpectedly, just the two of us came." Zhao Qiang looked around, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Yes, everyone is busy, each with their own life." Zhang Hua sighed, his voice was a little heavy.
The two stood there quietly, looking at the portrait of the old director, and their hearts were full of emotion. After a while, Zhang Hua broke the silence.
"The old director was kind to us when he was alive, and we should give him a good ride." Zhang Hua said.
"Yes, we can't let him go in the cold." Zhao Qiang agreed.
So, the two began to help set up the scene, place wreaths, and post elegiac couplets. Their actions infected the staff present, and everyone joined in, and the scene of the memorial service gradually became warm and solemn.
"Zhang Hua, do you remember when the old director helped us solve the housing problem?" Zhao Qiang asked suddenly.
"Of course, I remember that at that time, we just started working and didn't even have a place to live, and it was the old director who came forward to help us solve the big problem." Zhang Hua said with emotion.
"Yes, the old director is always like this, always thinking about us subordinates." A trace of tears flashed in Zhao Qiang's eyes.
"Zhao Qiang, look, Lao Wang over there is also here." Zhang Hua pointed to a figure walking slowly in the distance and said.
"Really? Let me see. Zhao Qiang turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Lao Wang walking over with a cane.
"Lao Wang, why are you here?" Zhang Hua and Zhao Qiang hurriedly greeted them.
"I heard that it's just the two of you, how can I not come?" Lao Wang gasped and said.
"You have bad legs and feet, and you have walked so far." Zhang Hua said worriedly.
"It's okay, I'll walk slowly, it's good if I can come." Lao Wang waved his hand, and he had a determined expression on his face.
The three of them stood together, looking at the portrait of the old director, and their hearts were full of respect and nostalgia. Although the others did not come, they knew that the spirit and kindness of the old director would remain in their hearts forever.
At the scene of the memorial service, the mourning was low, Zhang Hua and Zhao Qiang stood in front of the portrait of Director Li, their eyes were full of memories and reluctance. Lao Wang also stood quietly next to them on crutches, and the figures of the three people looked particularly lonely in the dim light.
"I remember that back then, Director Li personally brought us hot dumplings for us to work overtime to catch up with the project." Zhang Hua's voice was a little choked.
"Yes, at that time, we were like a big family, and Director Li was like our parents." Zhao Qiang's eyes also flashed with tears.
"But now, where has everyone gone?" Lao Wang's voice trembled a little.
"Maybe everyone is busy, life is stressful, and everyone has their own difficulties." Zhang Hua sighed, trying to find a reason for his former colleagues.
"But no matter what, the old director is good to us, we can't forget." Zhao Qiang said firmly.
"Yes, we can't forget." Lao Wang also nodded vigorously.
The three of them began to recall the bits and pieces of working with Director Li, from Director Li's strictness to his care, from disputes at work to help in life, every detail was so clear, as if it was just yesterday.
"Do you remember the bonus that Director Li helped us win that time? We were as happy as children. Zhang Hua said with a smile.
"Remember, remember, we went to celebrate with a big dinner at that time." Zhao Qiang also smiled, but with a hint of bitterness in his smile.
"Yes, how simple and happy we were at that time." Lao Wang said with emotion.
"But now, why have people become so cold?" Zhang Hua's tone was filled with a hint of incomprehension and disappointment.
"Maybe time has changed us, maybe life has made us numb." There was a hint of helplessness in Zhao Qiang's tone.
"But no matter what, we can't forget the past, and we can't forget the kindness of the old director to us." Lao Wang's voice was firm and powerful.
The trio's dialogue echoed at the memorial service, and their emotions were sincere and complex, ranging from nostalgia for the past to reflection on reality. Although former colleagues were not present, their arrival was enough to warm this deserted memorial service.
At the end of the memorial service, Zhang Hua and Zhao Qiang sat on a bench in the corner, and their conversation was particularly clear in the empty hall.
"Zhao Qiang, you said, the old director always said before his death that you should be kind and grateful." Zhang Hua looked at the portrait of Director Li, with a hint of contemplation in his tone.
"Yes, he always tells us these things with his actions." Zhao Qiang nodded, his eyes showing deep respect for the old director.
"Now that he's gone, shouldn't we do something in his honor?" Zhang Hua came up with an idea.
"Well, I have that idea too." Zhao Qiang responded, "The old director cared so much about us during his lifetime, we can't let his spirit disappear like this." ”
"Could we organise a commemoration, such as planting a tree, or donating to charity, in the name of the old commissioner?" Zhang Hua proposed.
"Good idea, I think it's good to plant a tree, it symbolizes the spirit of the old director." Zhao Qiang said approvingly.
"Then let's do it, and I'll contact the others when I get back and see what they think." Zhang Hua stood up, full of determination.
"I'm here to help, the old director has too much influence on us, we can't just forget it." Zhao Qiang also stood up, and the eyes of the two met in front of the statue, full of firmness and warmth.
Lao Wang listened quietly on the side, he did not interject, but the expression on his face revealed deep recognition and touch.
"Lao Wang, come with you, the old director also cared about you when he was alive." Zhang Hua invited Lao Wang to join.
"Of course, I will definitely participate." Although Lao Wang's voice was weak, his tone was extremely firm.
During the dialogue between the three of them, we not only heard their recollection of the old director Li Jianguo's personality and influence during his lifetime, but also felt their deep thinking about friendship, loyalty and the value of life. They decided to pass on the spirit of the old director in their own way, which is not only a commemoration of the old director, but also a commitment to their own life.
This article is a microfiction, please do not sit in the opposite seat