The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.
In the Hua District, in the Southwest Theater Command Headquarters, Xiang Jingyang, known as Xiaoping's Western King, sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and watching the news from the Old Triangle area.
On the TV screen, a beautiful anchor with regular features read the obituary with a choked voice: "... At 22:05 last night, our respected Governor General Pu Yuan died in Xingshan Sanatorium after failed rescue efforts. He was 94 years old. Today is a dark day for my nation and for all my compatriots in Myanmar and Vietnam... At 7:45 this morning, the Supreme Administrative Department announced that the Old Triangle region entered a state funeral period, all people had a three-day holiday, and all entertainment industries were closed...!"
Xiang Jingyang watched the news without any change in expression. In fact, he had received the news less than five minutes after Governor Pu passed away last night.
"Uncle," Xiang Jingyang wiped his mouth with a napkin, turned around and looked at his aide Xiao Qinglong and ordered: "The obituary has been published, let's also express our gratitude. Order the frontline troops to lower the flag and fire guns to mourn."
"Okay." Xiao Qinglong stood up and walked over: "But we haven't received any invitation to mourn yet, and they don't seem to have any diplomatic communication with us."
"When the governor of a quasi-region dies, there will always be some turmoil." Xiang Jingyang stood up and replied, "We should just wait and see."
Xiao Qinglong nodded slowly: "Oh, yes, there is one more thing. The people from Longcheng are here. They arrived in Hanoi last night to discuss marriage with Gui Mengjun."
Xiang Jingyang recalled for a moment, then asked with his hands behind his back, "Is it that Su Tianyu's sister is going to marry Gui Mengjun?"
"That's right." Xiao Qinglong nodded.
Xiang Jingyang frowned: "They came at a bad time."
"Yes, but Gui Mengjun probably didn't know before that Governor Pu's condition would suddenly worsen." Xiao Qinglong asked in a low voice: "Look, should we remind Gui Mengjun?"
Xiang Jingyang nodded: "I have to remind Gui Mengjun to be cautious these days, and also tell him clearly that we have not received any invitation to condolences."
"Okay." Xiao Qinglong nodded.
…
Hanoi city area.
Gui Mengjun called Miaomiao at 7:30 in the morning and told her that he might come a little later today because it was the first day of the national funeral and he had a lot of things to deal with.
The Su family was very understanding about this kind of thing. Life was like this, you never knew which would come first, the surprise or the accident. No one could have expected that they would encounter the death of the governor.
In the villa, after the blind date group had breakfast, Su Miaomiao saw that everyone was a little bored, so she took the initiative to ask: "Does anyone want to go out for a walk? I've been here a few times and can be a tour guide."
Uncle Su sat on the sofa, took off his reading glasses and said, "The district is holding a funeral, the entertainment industry has stopped, and everyone is on holiday. Where can you go?!"
"We can just walk to the scenic spots by ourselves. We don't need to bother anyone." Su Miaomiao replied softly, "It's only three days. It will be so boring to just stay here."
"Let's go to the beach, bask in the sun, and take a walk." Second Aunt also persuaded: "Since we are here anyway, just treat it as a trip to relax."
After everyone's persuasion, my second uncle finally agreed to go out with everyone.
A little after ten in the morning.
Except for Su Tianbei and others who were sleeping in the villa, diligent young people such as Su Tianyu, Daxiong, Miaomiao, Hou Guoyu and others took the elderly group to leave the Seaview Hotel by car.
Originally, everyone thought that although Governor Pu Yuan had passed away and the entire Old Triangle area was in the process of preparing for the funeral, it would not affect travel. At most, some tourist attractions would not be accessible, but driving by yourself should not be a problem.
However, Su Tianyu, Su Miaomiao and others still underestimated the impact of the governor's death.
After the business convoy drove out of the Seaview Hotel and traveled less than three kilometers, Su Tianyu and others found that the scene in the city was completely different from yesterday.
Soldiers from the army maintaining order and police officers can be seen almost everywhere on the main roads of the harbor terminal.
The streets were crowded with pedestrians, and you couldn't see any shops open. People took to the streets in plain clothes, holding black-and-white photos of Governor Pu Yuan when he was young, crying and paying tribute to him all the way.
Memorial areas have been set up at the intersections of main roads, where offerings such as flowers can be placed, but nothing may be burned.
Su Miaomiao sat in the car, her mouth opened into an O shape, looking at the crowded streets in disbelief and said, "This... This is so spectacular!"
"Let's go back. The road ahead is impassable." Uncle Su said, wearing a baseball cap. "This is a state funeral! It's a time of national grief. If you go to the scenic spots and take pictures and show off, be careful that the locals will beat you up."
"That makes sense!" Su Miaomiao was also frightened by this scene, because she was born in Longcheng and had never experienced such a thing. Over there, people talk about "freedom" and "democracy", and the people are very self-centered. It is difficult for them to have different inner feelings towards a certain politician or leader.
A few years ago, even when the highest commander of the Chinese Legion died, there was not much commotion in Longcheng. Only the relevant departments organized a memorial activity, but its influence could not be compared with this incident in the Old Triangle.
Everyone wanted to go out for a walk, but the sad scene in the city made it impossible for them to support their joyful journey.
After discussing for a while in the car, everyone asked the driver to return the same way.
When they returned to the sea view villa, it was still early. The older generation was bored, so they could only let Su Tianyu, Miaomiao and others lead the way and go to the beach to bask in the sun together.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was evening.
Gui Mengjun had been in meetings at the company all day and walked into the office tiredly.
“Boom boom!”
There was a knock on the door.
Gui Mengjun looked down at the time and said, "Go in!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mingming walked in with a smile. She had her hair tied up and was wearing a white suit. She looked at Gui Mengjun with bright eyes and asked, "You must be tired, right?"
"Well, there are a lot of things to do," Gui Mengjun looked up at her, "We have to go to the harbor later."
"Go meet the Su family?" Mingming asked.
"Yes." Gui Mengjun stood up: "These few days...!"
"Is it okay not to go?" Mingming asked seriously with her pretty face.
Gui Mengjun was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"Are you really going to marry that country girl who bought a college diploma?" Mingming asked.
"Alas." Gui Mengjun sighed: "Mingming, let me tell you again very seriously, you'd better be polite when you speak of Miaomiao in front of me, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."
"Are you really going to marry her?"
"right!"
"What if I say no?" Mingming looked directly at Gui Mengjun.
…
Zone 1 time, around five in the morning.
Su Tiannan was taken out of the cell early and came to a square for exercise, where more than 20 other serious criminals were lined up.
After Su Tiannan joined the team, he stood in the middle of the crowd with his hands behind his back and listened.
A white prison guard in his forties gave a lecture in English: "You are a bunch of dirty idiots! I must remind you that during this community service and interview, you must obey the arrangements of the police officers...!"