Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The day after Luo Binwang was executed.

A top-secret document bearing the official seals of both the General Office of the CPC Central Committee and the General Office of the State Council was delivered to the Jiangnan Provincial Committee via urgent telegram.

The document is short, but its contents are as weighty as Mount Tai.

[Decision on Completely Rehabilitating Comrade Liu Jianguo and Restoring His Reputation]

The document, in extremely strong terms, characterized the so-called "suicide" case from ten years ago as a horrific, organized, and premeditated political assassination.

At the same time, it also highly praised Comrade Liu Jianguo for demonstrating the noble spirit of a Communist Party member who is not afraid of sacrifice and dares to fight when facing corrupt forces.

The document concludes with two decisions that should comfort the departed souls.

First, all the false conclusions drawn at the time regarding Comrade Liu Jianguo's "suicide due to depression" should be revoked, and his Party membership and all his reputations should be restored.

Second, Comrade Liu Jianguo was posthumously awarded the title of "National Model Communist Party Member" and his memorial tablet was moved to the Provincial Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in the name of "Revolutionary Martyr".

……

three days later.

In the Grand Auditorium of Jiangnan Province, the national anthem played, creating a solemn atmosphere.

A grand ceremony, spearheaded by the provincial Party committee and government, to exonerate Comrade Liu Jianguo and posthumously confer honors, is being held here.

On the platform, a black mourning banner hung high, and Liu Jianguo's gentle yet resolute black-and-white portrait was surrounded by flowers and pine trees.

The audience was filled with representatives from all walks of life in Jiangnan Province.

Chu Tiankuo, the provincial party secretary, personally presided over the meeting.

He read the eulogy, which was ten years overdue, in a voice filled with grief and...self-reproach.

"...Comrade Liu Jianguo was a good cadre of our Party and a good son of the people. With his short but glorious life, he exemplified for us what it means to 'dedicate oneself to the cause until one's dying breath'..."

"...His sacrifice is a loss for us, and a disgrace to the political arena of Jiangnan Province!"

"Today, we are here to vindicate Comrade Jianguo. This is not only to comfort his spirit in heaven, but also to serve as a warning to every Communist Party member present here!"

"Always remember that our power comes from the people!"

"Always remember, the fight against darkness and corruption is never-ending!"

……

Liu Ming was not sitting on the podium.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, with four First-Class Merit Medals hanging on his chest, medals that would shine brightly throughout the entire era.

He stood there quietly in the center of the first row below the stage.

Like a pine tree that stands tall and unyielding in the wind and rain.

Beside him were Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao, both dressed in plain clothes, their eyes red and swollen.

He listened to the impassioned eulogy delivered on stage.

Looking at the wall, I saw my father's familiar, gentle smile.

His vision was somewhat blurry.

He remembered that equally cold and rainy night ten years ago.

He remembered his mother's aged face, her hair turned white overnight after receiving the devastating news.

I also remembered all the scorn and humiliation I had endured since then, and... my resentment.

He used to hate.

I hate the injustice of Heaven, I hate the inhumanity of the world.

He hated those demons and monsters who killed his father but remained high and mighty.

But now.

When he saw that his father's portrait was covered with that bright red Party flag.

When he heard that thousands of people in the audience had spontaneously stood up to pay their respects to his father, he was deeply moved.

The overwhelming hatred in his heart slowly dissipated at that moment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, relieved... peace.

he knows.

Father can rest in peace now.

……

The conference concluded.

Chu Tiankuo personally stepped down from the podium.

He solemnly handed Liu Ming the neatly folded Party flag covering the portrait and the pure gold medal that read "Revolutionary Martyr".

"child."

Chu Tiankuo, a high-ranking official known for his iron-fisted approach, also had tears welling up in his eyes at this moment.

He held Liu Ming's hand tightly, his voice hoarse.

"sorry."

"We...we're too late."

Liu Ming remained silent.

He simply straightened his back.

Facing Chu Tiankuo.

Facing his father's portrait on the stage.

He also looked at this land that he and his father had protected with their lives.

He gave a salute, a perfect, impeccable military salute!

……

After the meeting.

Liu Ming did not give any interviews to the media.

He carried the wooden box containing his father's ashes and medals, and walked out of the noisy, flashing hall, escorted by a group of "Dragon Fang" team members.

He stood on the steps.

Look at that clear blue sky, which has now completely cleared up.

He exhaled a long breath, releasing the pent-up stale air that had been building up for ten years.

There was hatred, resentment, and unwillingness in that tone.

But more than anything, it's a sense of relief after everything has settled down.

"it's over."

He whispered to himself and to his father in heaven.

"dad."

"It's really dawn now."

He tightened his grip on the wooden box in his arms. At this moment, his heart, which had been scorched by the flames of revenge, finally settled back into reality.