Mr. Zheng said: "The old saying goes that it's safe to go into the soil, so don't move."
Sun Yong said: "What about the renovation, do you have any instructions?"
Elder Zheng said: "Don't worry about it, I know this place, and my children will come to worship Zhang Hua in the future, and they will repair it."
Sun Yong said: "Old Zheng, I know you don't want to cause trouble to the place, but Comrade Zhang Hua is a martyr, and our grassroots government has the responsibility..."
Old Zheng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Sun, don't talk about it, just follow my arrangements."
The group went back to the Haichuan Hotel. Cheng Yuan saw that Mr. Zheng was a little tired, and said: "Old Zheng, since you refuse to go to the provincial capital with me, then I have to go back, and I will go to Beijing to see you in the future."
Mr. Zheng said: "You still have a lot of affairs waiting for you in your province, so hurry up."
Cheng Yuan shook hands with Sun Yong and said, "I have entrusted Mr. Zheng to you. You have to take care of him for me."
Sun Yong nodded vigorously, and said, "Secretary Cheng, don't worry, I will take care of Mr. Zheng."
Cheng Yuan shook hands with Qu Wei again and left. Sun Yong and Qu Wei also noticed that Mr. Zheng was tired, and then they said that Mr. Zheng should rest earlier, and they left.
Fu Hua looked at Mr. Zheng and it was good, and left Zheng's room together and went back to his room to rest.
In the middle of the night, Fu Hua was awakened by a loud knock on the door in the dimness. He opened the door and saw that it was Zheng Li. She yelled anxiously: "My grandfather has a high fever and a severe cough. What can I do?"
Fu Hua was taken aback, and quickly called out the expert group on the left who had been arranged in advance. After a detailed inspection, the experts determined that Mr. Zheng was just overwhelmed, suffering a bit of cold and catching a cold. After the doctor gave Zheng Lao a fever-reducing medicine, his condition quickly stabilized.
Fu Hua was dedicated to serving him, and he took care of his mother for many years, so he took good care of Elder Zheng.
Seeing that Zheng had fallen asleep quietly, Fu Hua said to the anxious old lady: "It's okay, Auntie, Zheng's situation is already very stable. You and Zheng Li should go to rest first. I'll watch it here. "
The old lady said: "No, I have to stay here."
"No, you are getting older, so don't tire you anymore," Fu Hua glanced at Zheng Li, "Zheng Li, please help your grandma to rest in your room quickly, so don't let the elderly also infect you. Got a cold."
Zheng Li felt that Fu Hua was right, so she persuaded her grandma away.
Fu Hua tucked the quilt corner of Zheng Lao and saw that Zheng was sleeping soundly. He went back to his room and took a book, dragged a chair, sat on the edge of Zheng Lao's bed, and looked at it.
He was not worried about Zheng Lao's condition. He was afraid of recurrence, so he had to stay with him to take care of him.
After a while, Zheng Li came back, and Fu Hua asked in a low voice: "Your grandma is asleep?"
Zheng Li nodded and said in a low voice, "I'm asleep, how is my grandpa?"
Fu Hua said: "Old Zheng slept very soundly. I'm watching here, so go and rest."
Zheng Li said: "You should go to bed, let me watch."
Fu Hua said: "How can it be done? I dare not leave. If Mr. Zheng goes wrong, I won't be able to compensate for 10,000."
Zheng Li chuckled softly and said, "I'm sorry, I went too far that day."
Fu Hua said, "I should be the one who is embarrassed. I still didn't take care of Zheng Lao and didn't fulfill my responsibilities."
Zheng Li said: "Okay, let's not review each other. Anyway, because I am worried that Grandpa can't sleep, let's look at him together."
Fu Hua went and brought a chair over again, and let Zheng Li sit down. Zheng Li took a look at the book Fu Hua had placed by the bed, and said softly: "You are watching Pascal Caprice."
Fu Hua said: "This is my pillow book. I feel that Pascal is not only a mathematician, but also a great philosopher. You can see the shining language of thought at any time in this Caprice."
Zheng Li said: "Man is just a reed, the most fragile thing in nature, but he is a thoughtful reed."
Fu Hua laughed and said: "To destroy him, the entire universe does not need to be armed. A breath or a drop of water can kill him. But when the universe destroys him, man is still noble than the destroyer, because he knows I die, knowing that the universe is cheaper than him; but the universe doesn't know it."
Zheng Li went on to say: "People should live on this land poetically. This is a pursuit and ideal of mankind."
Fu Hua laughed and said: "The human soul has two entrances: one is reason and the other is will."
Zheng Li said: "No matter how broad the heart is, people can only endure a great passion, so when love and ambition meet, their greatness is only half of what they were when they appeared alone."
What Zheng Li and Fu Hua said were the famous quotes recorded on Caprice. Fu Hua saw that Zheng Li was so familiar with Caprice Recording, so he couldn't help but was itchy, and he was about to continue speaking. At this time, Old Zheng coughed softly, and Fu Hua hurryed. He closed his mouth and looked at Mr. Zheng nervously with Zheng Li. After observing for a while, he saw that Mr. Zheng did not wake up, but was still sleeping soundly, and the two of them relaxed.
Fu Hua whispered: "Unexpectedly you are so familiar with Pascal."
Zheng Li said: "I used to like Foucault very much, because Foucault fell in love with Pascal."
Fu Hua smiled and said: "I see, Foucault's conclusion in "A History of Madness" is Pascal's sentence: human beings are bound to be crazy to this point, that is, not being crazy is just another form of madness. I never thought you would like Foucault."
Zheng Li said, "What happened to Foucault?"
Fu Hua said with a smile: "Foucault committed suicide, took drugs, homosexuality, tried SM, had many romantic affairs, participated in various protests; his philosophy is full of marginal issues in the history of thought: prison, madness, criminal law, sexual desire; he Created a new research method: knowledge archeology, genealogy, discourse-power; this person's thoughts radiate from philosophy, literature, sociology, history, politics, art, law... This is a gap between genius and lunatic Character, I always think he is very close to Nietzsche."
Zheng Li said: "Hey, I think so too. Foucault and Nietzsche are both talented and can't tell if they are lunatics or geniuses."
Foucault is a French, a well-known radical in Europe. Zheng Li likes him, which shows that she used to be a very active person. Fu Hua looked at Zheng Li and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so aggressive."
Zheng Li smiled: "It used to be, when everyone had youthful blood, don't tell me you never read Foucault's book in college."
Fu Hua smiled: "I've dabbled in some things, and I feel novel."
The more they talked, the more speculative and whispering, they didn't feel the slightest sleepiness in the long night.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Zheng Lao woke up, looked at Zheng Li and Fu Hua who were guarding the bed, and asked, "Are you all awake?"
Zheng Li stretched out her hand and tried on Elder Zheng’s forehead. After a night’s rest, Elder Zheng had gone from fever. Zheng Li breathed a sigh of relief and said, “No fever. Grandpa, I really scared you to death last night.”
Old Zheng smiled, and said, "Grandpa is in great health. You can't beat a small cold."
Fu Hua stood up and said, "I'll call the doctor to come and take a look." So he went out and called the doctor from the expert group. The doctor checked Old Zheng and thought that he had basically recovered. Consolidate the medicine. The old lady also came over at this time. Seeing that Mr. Zheng was okay, she said to Fu Hua: "Little Fu, you haven't slept all night, go and sleep for a while."
Zheng Li also said, "Yes, you have been taking care of my grandfather all night, so let's take a rest."
Fu Hua smiled: "Then I'm going to rest. Call me anytime if you have any circumstances. Zheng Li, you haven't slept all night, so let's take a rest."
The old lady was sensitively aware that the two people’s attitudes towards each other had changed a lot. She looked at Fu Hua and Zheng Li. She didn’t know what they had talked about this night that would make such a big change .
The old lady didn't point out the change, but said: "Yes, Xiaoli, you should go take a rest, too. Your grandpa is here with me watching."
Fu Hua and Zheng Li left and went to rest separately.
Later, some surviving old comrades-in-arms or descendants of old comrades-in-arms came to visit Mr. Zheng one after another. Mr. Zheng reminisced about the past with them and stayed in Haichuan for a few days.
When Mr. Zheng stayed in the hotel, Fu Hua took Zheng Li to the beach in Haichuan. Because the sea and the sea are well protected, they are not polluted. The clear bottom, the blue water and the blue sky, and the sound of seagulls make Zheng Li feel refreshed and happy. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect this place to be so beautiful."
Fu Hua took her to a small restaurant on the beach, scallops, bamboo prawns, crabs, bitter snails and other seafood, without any condiments, even salt, and lightly boiled them, and they were served on the dinner table. After eating it, there was a natural sweetness, Zheng Li exclaimed that it was delicious, saying that it was much better than the dishes cooked in those big restaurants in Beijing.
Fu Hua smiled: "Delicious comes from nature. No matter how good a chef is, he can't beat God. How about it, this time Haichuan is worth it, right?"
Zheng Li glanced at Fu Hua and smiled: "It is indeed a worthwhile trip."
Fu Hua said: "Unfortunately, the time is in a hurry this time, so I can't take you to see the famous Tianshen Mountain in Haichuan."
Zheng Li smiled and said: "I will come back here, and I will see it if I have a chance in the future."
In the returning car, Fu Hua sat with Zheng Lao, the old lady and Zheng Li and chatted together.
Old Zheng said: "Little Fu, I have always wanted to ask you a question."
Fu Hua smiled: "Old Zheng, just ask if you want, I promise to answer honestly."
Mr. Zheng said: "Why did you come to be the director of the Beijing Office?"
Fu Hua said: "I wanted to leave Haichuan City. In order to retain me, Mayor Qu Wei asked me to come to Beijing as the director. This is also a disguised departure."
Zheng Li said: "I think Haichuan is very good, why are you leaving in a hurry?"
Fu Hua smiled and said, "I think you should understand this. Although the environment is beautiful, if you are doing the same pattern every day in it, will you be bored?"
Zheng Li smiled: "I will be bored too. It seems that you are not a person willing to be restrained."
Fu Hua said: "The atmosphere of a small city is warm and slow. People stay in a small city, a bit like boiling frogs in warm water. If you get used to it, your thoughts and creativity will be completely wiped out. Haichuan is a place in the future. I will come back when I am old. It is very suitable for a person to live after retirement."