The layout of Qiannan Guest House is almost a replica of the Gannan Provincial Party Committee Guest House, except that its scale is much smaller, and there are no islands or villas in the middle of the lake.
In late spring, weeping willows grow wildly, and their dense branches sway wildly and disorderly in the raging wind tonight, and the blows on people's bodies can still hurt.
The raindrops fell sparsely, making Zhao Wen feel a little cold.
He walked along the railing by the lake for a while, and then he saw Jia Chunling standing against the railing, her hair being blown by the howling wind, and her windbreaker outside also swaying in the wind. This scene made Zhao Wen arouse some emotions. Memories of old times.
Zhao Wenwen originally wanted to say hello from a distance, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to speak or what to say, so he walked to Jia Chunling silently, stood side by side with her, and looked into the distance. The lake water sparkled, and he felt the tips of her hair blowing against his face.
Jia Chunling didn't say anything, and the two stood like this for more than ten minutes. Then Jia Chunling smiled at Zhao Wen, turned around and walked away, and Zhao Wen followed.
Zhao Wen thought it would rain heavily, but after a while, the wind became lighter, the sound of wind disappeared in his ears, and the world around him became quieter.
Jia Chunling leaned on the railing and said, "I thought you wouldn't come."
Zhao Wen said nothing, and Jia Chunling said: "I told myself, if you don't come, I will stand here all night."
"I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I want to prove something, maybe it's an indulgence for myself."
"Have you ever felt that I have always been very tired? The me you see is actually not the me that I originally wanted to show, but I don't know how I became like this."
Jia Chunling smiled softly and said, "It's a bit like a tongue twister."
Zhao Wen wanted to respond to Jia Chunling's words, but he swallowed back many words as they came to his lips.
He felt that no matter what he said, it was all so pale.
"If I were Jia Qian and Jia Qian was myself, then, in her own position, would Jia Qian let go of her potential opponent?"
The answer is no.
"If Jia Chunling is not Jia Qian's daughter, in fact, she and I might actually become real good friends, or maybe even confidante... Unfortunately, there are not so many possibilities in this world."
Life cannot be rehearsed, and the past cannot be repeated. If there were so many possibilities in life, the world might not be what we see.
If Jia Chunling was not Jia Qian's daughter, would he have met her in Wenshui?
This is obviously a problem.
If Jia Chunling had not been Jia Qian's daughter, there might have been changes in her tutoring, self-cultivation, personality, etc. She might have turned into a woman like Chen Sou...
The phone vibrated. Zhao Wen didn't want to answer it at first, but it was Xue Changrong calling.
Every phone call from Xue Changrong is very important to Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen hesitated for a moment, but Jia Chunling turned and walked away. Zhao Wen sighed again in his heart and read the full text of The Gunslinger.
"We searched Huang Tianlin's residence in Huayang County, Qiannan, and found some cash and passbooks with a relatively large amount. We also searched Zheng Baohua's residence and found the same problem. Comrades from the Law Enforcement Supervision Office are suddenly interrogating Huang Tianlin and Zheng Baohua. Jia Qian and Shen Buqun are still under surveillance. If Huang Tianlin and Zheng Baohua make a breakthrough here, we will take immediate action to regulate Jia Qian and Shen Buqun."
"In addition, we also questioned Liang Yongqing, Shang Desheng and others. This can be regarded as a collective review of Huayang's leadership team..."
Hearing this, Zhao Wen suddenly felt very tired. So much so that he actually didn't listen to what Xue Changrong said.
Until Xue Changrong said again: "...Should you consider easing the strategy against Jia Qian?"
Zhao Wen was shocked, knowing that Jia Chunling met with him. Xue Changrong knew everything clearly, so he said calmly: "Don't be kind to women."
Xue Changrong suddenly laughed: "I am a woman?!"
Then, Xue Changrong said inexplicably: "I know you will make the right choice. A person who does big things, a mother-in-law, and a mother-in-law, can be indecisive?"
Zhao Wen was suddenly very annoyed by Xue Changrong.
After listening to Xue Changrong's words quietly, he hung up the phone. Zhao Wen took a long breath towards the distance, and a faint white mist appeared faintly.
Seeing that Jia Qian was about to be defeated, why didn't she feel any joy or excitement in her heart? On the contrary, she still felt a little depressed, which was really a strange feeling.
"Isn't this the result I want to get?"
Zhao Wen looked at Jia Chunling's profile for a while and was about to say something, but the ringing tone of "Ah... wandering around" came to mind very inappropriately.
He was a little annoyed, but he had to check the call, but it was a call from Song Xiu'e, whom he had not contacted for a long time.
It was really lively tonight.
Zhao Wen answered the call and was about to speak when suddenly there was an earth-shattering thunder in the sky, "Crack-boom!" which resounded in his ears. Jia Chunling immediately said "Ah!" and grabbed Zhao Wen.
She raised her arm, then opened her mouth in surprise, and glanced at Zhao Wen who was also looking at her. She saw a trace of very complicated emotions in Zhao Wen's eyes.
Jia Chunling left Zhao Wen behind and stood in front, while Zhao Wen answered the phone.
Similarly, Zhao Wen didn't know what to say to Song Xiu'e, but Song Xiu'e asked first: "You are back today? Are you busy?"
Zhao Wen just said "hmm". He felt that he was really out of shape tonight, but he didn't know what state and appearance he should appear in front of Jia Chunling and Song Xiu'e.
Song Xiu'e was very able to get to the point. She said directly: "Actually, I shouldn't have made this call, but you know, if I didn't call you, I might not be me."
"I know that many things are beyond our control, and there are also some causal cycles involved..."
"Forget it, you know what I mean. If I have time, I hope to meet you next time I come to Qiannan."
"I wish you happiness."
Song Xiu'e hung up the phone, and Zhao Wen didn't even say a word.
Even though Huang Tianlin and Song Xiu'e had divorced, at this time, Song Xiu'e still called Zhao Wen and asked Zhao Wen to give Huang Tianlin preferential treatment, or a little forgiveness.
"But what about you? If something happens to you tonight, then who will remember you and who will run around asking for favors for you?"
"Who will regard me as indispensable in life?"
Zhao Wen's heart became more and more disturbed by Liuxing Continent. He even had the idea of shouting loudly into the empty night sky.
"Jia Chunling wants her to let her father go, but she is currently checking Jia Qian intensively. How can she let him go?"
"Today, I no longer completely belong to myself. I am surrounded by a group of people. These people have tightly tied their future and destiny to my own life. It can be said that everyone is prosperous.
If one loses, both will suffer.”
"If you draw a bow without turning back, can you really stop?"
"Even if I want to give up, will others agree? They have put in so much effort and labor for this. If I want to wreak havoc, how many times can my credibility in their minds be overstretched?"
Zhao Wen followed Jia Chunling. He suddenly enjoyed this night of lightning and thunder. He understood so clearly what he needed in life. At the same time, he also clearly saw his fragility and vulnerability towards feelings.
helpless.
——In fact, I have always longed to be loved, longed to be deeply liked by the woman I admired.
Zhao Wen looked at his soul and clearly realized his toughness and inner weakness. He looked at Jia Chunling's back, his eyes suddenly became blurry, and he felt strangely that he wanted to cry at this moment.
"Why? I still think about crying? How long has it been since I cried? What does it feel like to cry? I have even forgotten it."
Jia Chunling finally stopped pacing forward seemingly endlessly. She turned around, grinning at the corner of her mouth, and exhaled slightly through her nose. She seemed to smile and said: "Okay, I was in a bad mood. You
He stayed with me for a long time without any regrets. I feel much better."
"Thank you."
Jia Chunling finally smiled and said: "I like a saying, which roughly means that at this time, in this place, you, me, and the scenery around us, we truly own each other, no matter you
Like it or not, you can't change it."
Jia Chunling smiled again and said, "Okay, it's time for me to leave, and it's time for you to get busy, Secretary."
Jia Chunling lowered her head, and then raised it quickly. Her face was covered by a large piece of hair, which made Zhao Wen troubled that he couldn't see her expression clearly even though he tried hard.
Jia Chunling stretched out her hand to pull the ends of her hair, and then said: "I'm leaving, goodbye-"
Before Jia Chunling could finish her words, Zhao Wen reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Zhao Wen hugged him so tightly that he felt that his whole body was shaking. He felt that he was not holding a person, but something that belonged to him. This thing was very important to him, but he had to lose it forever.
It's up.
Jia Chunling closed her eyes tightly and put her arms around Zhao Wen's waist. She felt that a bolt of lightning instantly hit the most hidden and vulnerable part of her body. She was also trembling and her head was a little dizzy. At this moment,
The sound of wind around me no longer existed, the thunder and the faint raindrops also disappeared. In the whole world, only myself and the man hugging me were real...
Jia Chunling rubbed Zhao Wen's neck with her mouth and cheek, but she did not elicit a response from Zhao Wen's lips.
Finally, Jia Chunling understood that the hug from the man in front of her was a handshake from the heart. This was the beginning, but it was also the ending.
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