Director Luo burst into tears while talking with Wang Tao about the interesting things that happened in Wangjia Temple in the past.
Wang Tao carefully looked at Director Luo in front of him, who was no longer a little mule, but perhaps an old mule.
Although there was only an office desk across from him just now, Wang Tao felt that it was Hou Men, as deep as the sea. From the moment he walked into this room, all he saw was a high official.
A senior official wearing glasses and working at his desk.
Although he had seen Director Luo's appearance across the desk just now, he looked like a superior person with official authority.
It's as if that desk is the title of the director of the Department of Health.
Now, Director Luo walked around the table and sat next to him. In addition, he made it clear that he and he were old acquaintances. He was the little mule who read under the kerosene lamp every night.
Wang Tao felt a sense of intimacy in his heart. Just a sense of intimacy.
Director Luo is now slightly fatter. Compared with the dark and thin little mule before, he is completely different.
The hair that used to be thick is now slightly bald on the top of the head, and there are a few crow's feet on the forehead. The belly that used to be skinny now has a bulging belly.
A pair of clear, dark, wandering eyes have also become eyes that can see through the world.
Perhaps only the face portrait can still see a little bit of the little mule from the past.
Suddenly, Director Luo asked: "Uncle Ma now----"
Before he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Tao with begging eyes.
Wang Tao's eyes darkened and he sighed: "They are gone a long time ago. Uncle Ma and Aunt Ma passed away in the same year. One of them died of illness, and the other of his hind leg."
Director Luo let out a long sigh, and tears filled his eyes, which had experienced all kinds of situations in the world and were familiar with the world.
This was within his expectation, but he still hoped to hear a miracle from Wang Tao.
Wang Tao wanted to say something to comfort him, but looking at Director Luo's straight eyes, he didn't know what to say.
Director Luo, who was not shy in front of Wang Tao and wiped away his tears with his hand, said: "I always want to go back and take a look, but I always feel that I don't have time. I always feel that the future is long, but the years are as ruthless as a knife. Poor old man
Uncle Ma, Aunt Ma, it’s been twelve years since I left the village, and I haven’t even gone back to see them once in these twelve years. Thinking about how they treated me, I can’t even forgive myself.”
As he spoke, he wiped away his tears again.
Wang Tao also felt sour in his heart. Yes, in the past twelve years, how many people have been born and how many people have died in the village. His grandfather will be like Uncle Ma and others, and will reach the end of his life. But, he
But he was helpless.
After a long time, Director Luo came out of his sadness and said apologetically to Wang Tao: "Little Loach, I lost my composure in front of you."
"Uncle Luo is a gentle man, which is a blessing to the entire citizens of Yunhai City!" Wang Tao said sincerely.
Raising his finger and pointing at Wang Tao, Director Luo smiled and said, "You are still as slippery and a sycophant as before."
"Uncle Luo, what I said is true." Wang Tao said aggrievedly.
"Okay." Director Luo is a servant who can take things in hand. He waved his hand and said: "Don't mention the unhappy things. By the way, why did you come to Yunhai? You also went to participate in the medical fighting conference.
?You even hit people at the medical fighting conference. If I hadn't suppressed you, I'm afraid you would be reflecting in the bureau now."
Wang Tao smiled bitterly. He slapped Qin Xiaoge at the medical fighting conference, but there was no negative report afterwards. It turned out that Director Luo was behind this matter.
He asked himself why he came to Yunhai. He came here to make money to make his grandfather happy because his grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer.
But, can you tell Director Luo this?
Of course not.
"I've heard of you, Uncle Luo, for a long time, and I came here to hug your thigh." Wang Tao said shamelessly.
"That's nonsense! How could you have made up your mind to come and hug my thigh when you just recognized me? You don't tell the truth," Director Luo scolded with a smile.
Wang Tao scratched his head and smiled.
Seeing that Wang Tao did not explain, Director Luo did not ask further questions. How could he not know that everyone has their own privacy if he is as smart as him? Although he is the director, he still has no right to interfere with everyone's privacy.
"By the way, is your grandpa in good health? I'm afraid he's seventy-five or six now? People rarely reach seventy. I must take good care of your grandpa. When I have time, I will go back to visit my sixth uncle. That's
My savior. Back then, I had a high fever, reaching more than 40 degrees Celsius, and was almost dehydrated. It was my uncle Liu who forcefully pulled me back from the Lord of Hell." Looking directly into Wang Tao's eyes, Director Luo sighed again.
Wang Tao felt moved in his heart. It seemed that Director Luo had really not forgotten his grandfather and still remembered his age.
"On behalf of grandpa, I would like to thank Uncle Luo for his concern. Yes, I will definitely take good care of grandpa." Wang Tao said.
Filling tea for Wang Tao himself, Director Luo said: "When I went to Wangjia Temple, I was actually going to seek refuge. You all called me little mule, and you called me an educated youth. In fact, there were no educated youth in that era."
"Back then, when I was in college, I couldn't bear to see a ** child bullying a female classmate, so I injured him. It was my uncle who found someone to help him and sent me to Wangjiamiao. Later, **'s
My son transferred to another school, so I went back to college."
Taking a sip from his teacup, Director Luo continued to sit next to Wang Tao like an old friend, and said: "My name is Luo Lie. My mother gave me the name. Ever since I was born, I have been
I have never seen my father. My uncle said that my father participated in the Vietnam Self-Defense Counterattack and died. I am a descendant of martyrs. So, my mother named me Luo Lie."
Sighing, Director Luo smiled bitterly and said: "Half of what I have come to this point is due to my father, and the other half is due to my uncle, and I am just picking the fruits left by my predecessors. Bullying
It’s just a name stolen from the world.”
"Uncle Luo, please don't say that." Wang Tao said quickly: "I heard from the citizens of Yunhai City that your work style is clean, close to the people, and considerate of others. You are a very upright official and a very good official."
Believe it or not, Director Luo, Wang Tao began to flatter him wildly. Since Director Luo is his elder, what's wrong with the juniors flattering their elders?
Furthermore, Wang Tao felt that Director Luo's invitation to invite him was definitely not just about reminiscing about old times.
"You kid, you started flattering me again." Director Luo scolded with a smile.
Wang Tao chuckled and said: "If there is no wind, there will be no lang. If there is no shadow of the horse, the flattery will be in vain. Really, Uncle Luo, what I said is really what I saw and heard."