It was already 3:30 in the afternoon when Xue Xiang came out of Songzhuzhai. Although it took more than half an hour to fight, the old man forgot about the attack on An Zaihai and Zuo Qiuming, and also received countless grateful looks from An and Zuo.
, but from the moment he went out, the smile on Xue Xiang's face suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a face full of frost.
Today, Xue Xiang felt that it was completely unsatisfactory. First, at the meeting, he was treated as a rookie by Zhang Jinsong and used as a target; then, he was involved in a basketball game that shocked the campus for no reason; and later, there was an exam.
The news of failing the exam; then, he was caught as a third party; finally, he gave Su Meiren eye drops, but was caught doing it; now, Xu Ziqian’s transfer, which had been planned for months, appeared again
twists and turns.
This day should be regarded as the most chaotic day for Xue Xiang in his past and present lives. If it weren't for the blind men who were not all over the street at this moment, Xue Xiang would have had to pick up one of them at random and get a hexagram for himself.
He wandered aimlessly on the street for a while, and unknowingly came to Beihai Park. The sun was shining brightly, and Beihai Park was full of flowers and trees, green grass, and was surrounded by mountains and water.
The breeze blows frequently, making it a good place to cool off and enjoy the scenery.
Xue Xiang had no intention of wandering around the garden. He found a green space for shade and leaned against a tree, thinking about how to break the situation. He never expected that a seat in Miaojiang Province would affect his whole body. According to Mr. An's summary,
At the meeting, Xu Ziqian was nominated by the head of Zhenhua, which proved that the head of Zhenhua had been swayed by Xu Ziqian. Although Mr. Wu did not propose a candidate, he strongly opposed Xu Ziqian's appointment. He also requested that someone be sent to visit Xu Ziqian, who was on sick leave.
The intention is to satirize Xu Ziqian for pretending to be ill.
Chief Zhenhua has now soared into the sky. His nomination is extremely important and he was very likely to be approved. However, Mr. Ji, who has rarely attended meetings, suddenly spoke and proposed a candidate. At that moment, the situation was messed up.
There was a stalemate. You must know that Mr. Ji is very important and highly qualified. His status in the party is almost on par with Mr. Nan. When he spoke, the atmosphere at the meeting became dull, because no one was sure of winning that position.
Therefore, there was no show of hands and the dispute was put aside.
Xue Xiang leaned against an old banyan tree. The branches of the banyan tree were extremely luxuriant. The leaves were so dense that three or five branches were almost hanging to the ground. Thinking without any idea, Xue Xiang pulled a leaf and turned it over and over between his fingers.
Turning upside down, he was still thinking about how to break the situation. But at this moment, he was no more than dust to those top bosses. Even if he had a good plan and a lot of truth to prove that Xu Ziqian was the most suitable candidate, who would listen to him?
Of.
Even if he can inform Chief Zhenhua and Chief Zhenhua listens to him, the current matter is no longer something Chief Zhenhua can decide. Moreover, Chief Zhenhua has already nominated Xu Ziqian and made his attitude clear.
.Isn’t it still a stalemate?
"Alas, Ji Lao waved his hand like a mountain, like a cliff across the sky, telling people how to climb, Ji Lao, Ji Lao..." Xue Xiang thought to Ji Lao silently in his heart, and suddenly, an idea came to him: Ji Lao waved his hand like a mountain. But there is another one in the same way.
Can one person achieve success with just one hand?
That person is naturally Nan Lao!
But as soon as this idea flashed through Xue Xiang's mind, he vaguely wanted to strangle it to death. He was very self-aware. He and Nan Lao had only met once, and it was just under the guise of paying New Year's greetings to Xue Anyuan.
Last year, it was not his turn to go to the New Year's greetings. It was because the Meiyuan Garden was heavily guarded at that time. Except for Nan Lao's relatives and military and political officials, no other personnel were allowed to enter. Moreover, all the officials knew the rules and did not bring their family members.
Or if his children went there, Xue Xiang would naturally not be able to make the trip.
At this moment, Xue Xiang thought about it. That day, Ri Nan Lao was even kind to him, and even protected him in many ways, but that was just the care of the elders for the younger ones. Most of the reasons were probably because his uncle was in jail at that time, and Lao Nan missed him.
Because of that. Now that Xue Anyuan has to be a high-ranking official and ride a horse, isn't it all thanks to the efforts of Nan Lao? How can the previous tragedy card be played?
Even if Nan Lao treats himself as before, he still treats himself as a child. If he rashly tells what Xu Zi did, he will probably get a scolding. After all, which politician would use it to give favors to military and national affairs? Even if it is a favor.
, it must be out of political considerations. Making political compromises or exchanges with others would not be done for personal reasons.
Xue Xiang thought very clearly in his heart. He knew that no matter which way he thought about it, going to Nan Lao to intercede for Xu Ziqian was reckless, unreasonable, childish and even ridiculous. But he finally decided to go, not for anything else.
, just because the plan depends on people, and the success depends on God. Even if it fails, I have tried my best and am worthy of Xu Zigan.
As soon as he thought about this, Xue Xiang stood up, got on the flying pigeon, and ran towards the Sihai grocery store in the northwest corner. There was a public phone there. Because, nowadays, it is no different than before. Mr. Nan is responsible for the national affairs and has to deal with national affairs all day long.
, naturally it is impossible to live in Meiyuan all the time, and I am afraid that he still lives in Da Nei most of the time. At this moment, Xue Xiang only knows the contact information of Meiyuan, which was informed by Guan Chunlei, who said that he would come here when he was fine.
Playing in the plum garden.
But Meiyuan is not a place for people to play. No matter how courageous Mr. Xue is, he would not dare to go there for a walk. Therefore, he has never been able to go to Meiyuan, and the phone call is of course useless. Today
This time, he had to use it, otherwise he would really have no place to find Mr. Nan, so he couldn't call Xue Anyuan. If he did, he would definitely be scolded by Xue Anyuan.
Xue Xiang originally had the idea of giving it a try, but who knew that as soon as the call was about to go over, it was actually Guan Chunlei who answered the phone: "Ah ha, it's you, kid. You're really not a decent kid. You didn't do it during the Chinese New Year last year."
It’s just a New Year’s greeting for me. What’s the matter? I’ve been back to Beijing for many months and you just now know how to call me? Let me guess, let me guess, you must be in trouble, otherwise you
I just can’t remember you, Guan Bo Bo..."
Guan Chunlei had a firecracker temper and spoke quickly and urgently. As soon as Xue Xiang gave his name, he went on to fire his machine gun.
For a moment, Xue Xiang really didn't know how to answer, because what Guan Chunlei told was the truth, and he really came to see him when something happened. Fortunately, Guan Chunlei was straightforward and did not continue to find trouble with him, saying, "Chief
It's in Meiyuan. Come over quickly." After saying that, he put down the phone.
Xue Xiang didn't hesitate anymore, paid for the phone bill, turned around, and ran towards Meiyuan. When he got to the alley, before he could take out his ID, someone came over and asked for his name. Then he led him through numerous police cordons.
Finally, he was led to the left wing of the plum garden, made a sign of please, and then backed away.
Xue Xiang opened the door and saw Guan Chunlei wearing a large white coat with his clothes open, holding a big watermelon and chewing it until the juice splashed. Seeing Xue Xiang enter, Guan Chunlei did not get up. He raised his finger to the red wooden barrel beside him.
, slurring his words: "Take it yourself. I hung it in a deep well last night to freeze it. It's much better than the Lao Shizi refrigerator. Take a bite in the dog days of summer. It will make your heart cool. You kid is really lucky."
Xue Xiang obeyed and was not polite. He picked up a round green-skinned watermelon and held it in his tentacles. Sure enough, the ice pierced his skin. With a light palm, the watermelon accurately split into two halves. Then, there was a sea of food.
After a while, a big melon weighing seven or eight kilograms was eaten in his stomach. He had not eaten enough at noon, so he was so impatient that he ate an iced watermelon, which made him feel full and calm.
Xue Xiang came down the mountain with tigers, and they were all swept away in a moment. Guan Chunlei, who was burying his head in half of the melon, suddenly raised his head and gave a thumbs up. He said: "You kid, you can do it, you are better than the old platoon leader."
It's much more powerful. Back then, when it came to eating and drinking, I couldn't get rid of him. This time, you have saved the old platoon leader's face." After saying that, he pointed to the bucket and asked Xue Xiang to continue the sweep.
But he said that Xue Xiang was really here to do something this time, and he just ate one just to take advantage of the situation, to give Guan Chunlei face, so how could he still have the energy to continue eating at this moment?
"There's no point in being anxious. It's useless to be anxious. I can't think of anything else in my heart. Now Comrade Zhenhua is discussing work with the chief. Do you want to go in now? I think you should continue to eat melon with me!" Guan
Chunlei people are careless and careful, so they naturally know what Xue Xiang is thinking.
Xue Xiang had no choice but to pick a smaller one from the bucket. Unexpectedly, he had just slapped the melon away when the phone in the next room rang.
After answering the phone, Guan Chunlei said with a smile: "You're lucky, the chief knew you were coming and asked you to come over now."
"What!"
Xue Xiang was startled. He let go of his hands and the two watermelons he was holding fell to the ground. He suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously reached out to grab the two watermelons firmly in his hands. But it was
Forgetting that these were not two hemispheres, countless melon juices splashed out and sprinkled on his white shirt, immediately leaving a red mark on the front of the shirt.
This was troublesome. The guards over there had already arrived outside the door, and Xue Xiang looked so slovenly that it was difficult to appear in front of the old leader. Who would have thought that he asked Guan Chunlei to borrow clothes, and Guan Dapao simply raised his
Xue Xiang was completely speechless when he asked him if he wanted a white coat that was even redder than the one he was wearing.
Xue Xiangzheng was looking for a guard to borrow some clothes, but the guards were all like wooden men and refused to answer at all. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the guard with this terrible clothes under Guan Chunlei's shouts.
go.
Xue Xiang had only been to Meiyuan once before, but the pastoral scenery in it was still fresh in his memory. However, this time when he came back, the winter clothes in the garden had been replaced by summer clothes. The pure white world last time,
At this moment, it has turned into a colorful forest, with green bamboos growing into forests, red flowers blooming, fragrant grass covering the area, and hibiscus green waves. The only thing that remains unchanged is the curved water, which still flows gurglingly and hits the raised loops.
, a tinkling sound.
Of course, the biggest change is the farmland behind the Nagqu River. Last winter, Xue Xiang remembered that he was planting wheat, but now it was replaced by rice, and it was already mature rice. As he looked around, under the afterglow of the setting sun,
In the golden field, there were actually two farmers, wearing hats and holding sickles, harvesting millet.
Xue Xiang has always been curious in his heart. With these crops planted in the plum garden, when the harvest season comes, should he ask nearby farmers to help harvest them, or should the guards in the garden do it for him. At this moment, he saw two bamboo hats, but
Confused, I muttered in my mind: With these two people and this field, when should we harvest it?
He was suspicious, but he kept walking, following the guards along the stone road beside the curved water. The curved water curved to the farmland, and Xue Xiangli was away from the two farmers who were leaning over and wielding their sickles. Four or five meters away, the guard in front suddenly stopped and pointed toward the field: "Comrade Xue Xiang, the leader is over there." After saying that, he stood at attention and turned around, leaving Xue Xiang with a shocked face. Walked away.
"Silly boy, what are you looking at? Why don't you come down and help me?" The farmer on the left suddenly raised his bamboo hat and shouted to the stunned Xue Xiang on the shore.
Xue Xiang came back to his senses and realized that the sad old face under the bamboo hat was not Chief Zhenhua.
At this time, the farmer on the right also straightened up. His tall figure was very conspicuous. Before he raised his bamboo hat, Xue Xiang saw clearly that the face full of vicissitudes of life but elegant and kind was the old leader.
"What do you ask me to do? I am impatient to farm. I heard that people go down to the ravines and ditches and never go to the fields. They just sit in high places and point fingers. Look, this is the majesty of being an official." ." The old chief had a humorous nature, so he actually took over Chief Zhenhua's words and made a joke about Xue Xiang's style in Kaoshantun.
The old leader was talking like this, but Xue Xiang still dared to dawdle, stepped into the field in a few steps, picked up the sickle on the field ridge, and launched an attack on the crops in the field. However, he said that Xue Xiang was a good fighter. When he started to do farm work, it was completely impossible. He started so quickly that the sickle danced so fast that the shadow of the knife was almost invisible, and the rice fell with the sound. But as he was cutting, he realized that something was wrong. The ground was full of fallen rice. The mess was scattered all over the floor, leaving him nowhere to put his feet.
Xue Xiang immediately stopped the sickle and glanced secretly at the row where Chief Zhenhua and the old chief were. He saw that the rice behind them was not necessarily neatly stacked, but it did not affect the work at all.
Xue Xiang glanced around, but found that Chief Zhenhua and the old chief seemed to be motionless. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet two looks. It turned out that these two men had been motionless since Xue Xiang fell to the ground, smiling. I watched him busying about blindly.
At this moment, Xue Xiang also straightened up and smiled awkwardly at the two of them, but he couldn't think of words to cover it up.
"Okay, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Your generation was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Although it has experienced some ups and downs, it is finally much luckier than us. It is not a big sin not to be able to farm. Generals fight and scholars study, each doing his or her own job. Just do it well and do the right thing. Of course, the more knowledge you have, the better. You are not required to be proficient in everything, but it is necessary to dabble widely..." Chief Zhenhua He didn't continue to tease him, but he spoke to help him out. In his words, he seemed to have some intention of teaching Xue Xiang how to be an official.
To say that Comrade Zhenhua has a very good impression of Xue Xiang, not to mention that he can have the momentum of flying dragons in the sky today, thanks to Xue Xiang's three articles. Just because Xue Xianggan dared to do it, in Guoshantun, he was able to Comrade Zhenhua was inexplicably moved by doing things that he only dared not think about and did not dare to do. Moreover, Comrade Zhenhua guessed what Xue Xiang was doing today, so he was naturally attracted to his affectionate and righteous actions. , doubly blue-eyed.
After Comrade Zhenhua finished speaking, Xue Xiang returned a grateful smile, but said nothing. In fact, he had not spoken to these two people since they met, not even saying hello. It was not that Xue Xiang was shy. It was the gathering of these two people that made him feel even more pressure. Especially the old leader, who had become a god in later generations, and even at this moment he was already a towering power in the sky.
If these two people asked questions, Xue Xiang might be able to answer accordingly, but these two people would either make fun of him or keep silent. If they teased him, he couldn't tease him back like he did to Lei Xiaotian and Zhu Shijun.
, he could only bow his head and accept it; and when these two people were silent, he couldn't take the initiative to start a conversation. After all, this was not Songzhuzhai, and the old leader was not Mr. An.
"Why, you didn't come to pay me New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year last year. Now you feel guilty and embarrassed to speak?" The old chief broke the silence and said, "Then I'm curious. If you don't come to pay me New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year,
Today, a young and unfashionable person comes to my door and asks you to help me talk about it, why is that?"
The old chief was smiling all over his face, and the corners of his swollen eyes were shining with wisdom. How could Xue Xiang's purpose of coming be hidden from him?
Chief Zhenhua smiled and said: "I think they are probably here to worship the Buddha."
The old leader smiled and said: "I don't have Buddha's feet here, but I do have a pair of stinky feet. But even if someone wants to hold the Buddha's feet, he should burn more incense. He can't bury his head in the soil when the time comes.
Just give me a hug and everything will be fine."
Without waiting for Xue Xiang to answer, the old chief said again: "Okay, I probably know about your affairs. There are some things that a kid like you can't get involved in. Your main task at the moment is to study well, Ting Zhen
Hua said, I originally disagreed with placing you in the Youth League Committee of the school. You, a child, should not think that just because you have written a few outstanding articles, mixed in some things, and escaped unscathed, you will think that the world is big.
But come on, things are not as simple as you think, and just seeing the surface is not enough. At this stage, I think you need to calm down and study hard. Of course, it is not just about studying the major you have chosen.
Books, like Zhenhua said, must broaden your horizons. In short, there is no harm in reading more, but it is beneficial to open the book."
After saying that, the old leader ignored him and went up to the ridge of the field and walked forward.
"The little guy is good, just be a little impatient and study hard. By the way, although you are not good at work, your hands and feet are very good. Please help to deal with this field quickly. I have old arms and legs.
But I can’t stand the chief’s daily tossing. In return, I’ll give you good news, your job is done… Do your best, I’ll check it out later.”
After saying that, Comrade Zhenhua patted Xue Xiang on the shoulder and went too.
Looking at Comrade Zhenhua's frail figure, and then looking at the boundless rice fields, Xue Xiang felt that today was simply the bleakest day in his life. Comrade Zhenhua's last words, "I've got good news for you," struck Xue Xiang
It sounded like a joke. How could he not know that his job was done, because the moment he saw Chief Zhenhua, he knew that he had hit a mountain, and he had been doing nothing for himself!
ps: I have been very confused by the express delivery of Double Eleven shopping in the past few days. I am trying to find out what I think. Don’t worry, we will speed up the progress. There are only 5,000 words this year. I’m sorry everyone.!~!