Some unknown flying insects were dancing in the air, making a buzzing sound with their gentle flapping of wings. Zhao Wen looked down and found an unknown grass withered on the ground, so he sat on it.
To avoid getting green things on his body, he looked at Feng Wanqing in the distance through the branches of the tree and called Dou Yan.
"Hello, Teacher Dou, I am Zhao Wen."
Dou Yan heard Zhao Wen's voice and asked lightly: "Hello, I heard it."
"That's it. I still have something to ask Teacher Dou. I hope you can give me some advice."
"You're welcome, please speak."
Zhao Wen asked: "Someone gave me a piece of fruit, but I don't know what it means."
Dou Yan said: "A fruit? It's a pear."
Zhao Wen laughed, and Dou Yan asked: "The key depends on the relationship between the person who gave you the pears and you, is it a common friend, or something else."
"If we are ordinary friends, then I would like to show my good will to keep being friendly with you, because the homophone of pear is 'Li', which means separation. Cutting the pear means breaking up. Separation means dividing the pear. As the name suggests,
I give you a whole pear in the hope that your friendship with her will last forever."
"If it is someone else, it has a lot of meanings. For example, it is an opponent who disagrees with your political views, or a competitor who disagrees with you. If they give you a pear, they are willing to admit defeat and accept defeat.
meaning."
Zhao Wen snorted and listened to Dou Yan continue: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a man named Kong Rong. He was the twentieth generation grandson of Confucius. He was very cultivated and very talented in literature. He was the first of the seven sons of Jian'an."
Zhao Wen didn't understand what the Seven Sons of Jian'an were, so he heard Dou Yan continue: "When Kong Rong was a child, there were five elder brothers and one younger brother. One day, when the family was eating pears, a plate of pears was placed in front of everyone. The elder brother asked the younger brother to take it first.
, Kong Rong only took the smallest one. When his father saw it, he asked Kong Rong, "There are so many pears and you were asked to take them first. Why didn't you take the big one and only took the smallest one?"
"Kong Rong replied, trees have different heights, and people have different sizes. I am young, so I should take the smallest one; leave the bigger one to my brother. His father asked him again: You have a younger brother. Isn't his younger brother bigger than you?
Small? Then should he eat the smallest one? Kong Rong said again: I am older than my younger brother, and I am the older brother, so I should leave the older one to my younger brother."
"So, later on, there was an allusion of 'Kong Rong gave the pear', which means to be humble to each other and to get along well with each other."
After hearing this, Zhao Wen cursed in his heart, "What the fuck, Lan Keyi, Chen Keshan, give your mother the old foot-binding cloth!" But he said thank you to Teacher Dou, chatted for a few words, and hung up the phone.
Dou Yan closed her phone and suddenly felt that she couldn't read the words in the open book on the table. She was wondering if Zhao Wen's special call was really just to ask her for an idiom story?
Isn't this too far-fetched?
However, she has known him for a long time, but he has never visited her directly. Yu Shaoying's purpose of introducing her to him is also obvious, but she and he have always been aloof, and have never had in-depth contact with him.
, is this the way to make friends?
At this moment, Zhao Wen could not imagine what Dou Yan, a pregnant young woman, was sitting alone in the office thinking about after receiving a call from him. He saw Feng Wanqing stretching and packing away the drawing board, so he stood up
He got up, looked around, and ducked through the bushes.
Zhao Wen hid behind the shade of a tree and watched Feng Wanqing walking gracefully in front of him carrying a sketch pad. He was in a trance for a moment. The woman's eyebrows and movements gave people an ethereal and natural impression, just like
The clothes she wore were the same, pure, simple, and without any pretense. The image of a standard beauty flashed vividly in his field of vision.
But considering that her father, Feng Jianshun, was entangled with Deng Zaitian's daughter, Deng Huarong, and Chang Zeyu, the executive deputy mayor of southern Gansu, had a close relationship with her family, even a fool would not believe it if Feng Jianshun did not collude with Deng Zaitian, the power dealer.
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Zhao Wen suddenly remembered that when he was on the ferry last year, he was amazed by Feng Wanqing's elegance and was attracted by her grace. When he was about to strike up a conversation with her, several people came over with wine glasses and chatted happily with her.
And how can those ordinary people who speak loudly and sound like no one else be able to get together with Feng Wanqing, a woman who seems to be otherworldly?
"The one who is close to vermilion is red, the one who is close to ink is black."
Without Feng Jianshun's strong family background, would Feng Wanqing be able to paint leisurely and peacefully among the green mountains and green trees? And since Feng Wanqing's father was with Deng Zaitian, a first-class person, he was destined to be him
As an enemy, since she can gather with a group of fat-minded guys on a ship, how can she be so aloof?
"Shit!"
Knowing people but not their hearts, the human heart is actually the most difficult thing to understand. Maybe I was simply deceived by Feng Wanqing's beautiful appearance. In fact, she may be just a worthless vulgar thing.
Besides, no matter how beautiful a woman is, in the end she is still not something for men to roll around and enjoy?
At this moment, Zhao Wen had a lot of thoughts flashing through his mind. He was using random guesses to measure the figure of the woman in front of him. Finally, he made up his mind and quickly followed Feng Wanqing's footsteps.
While looking at the surrounding environment.
At this time in the summer afternoon, the temperature is very hot, and the temperature is extremely high in places without the shade of trees. The wind that was blowing gently just now suddenly disappears. Everything around is surprisingly quiet, and the leaves are not shaking.
I didn’t see anyone else on the road, everything felt very unreliable and lost the real feeling.
Feng Wanqing felt that her body was already sweating, and the picture folder on her back was a heavy burden, but when she finally reached her car, she couldn't help but speed up her pace.
At this time, Feng Wanqing heard a cry: "Hello, hello, please stand for a moment..."
Ever since she became sensible, Feng Wanqing has encountered too many different approaches and pretexts. She turned her head as usual, wanting to hear what the person who caught up with her wanted to say to her, but she twisted her head.
He turned around and was stunned for a moment: I knew this person.
Zhao Wen saw Feng Wanqing turn around. Although he knew Feng Wanqing's beauty, he was still attracted by the bright eyes of the woman so close to him. Her face filled all the areas of vision.
, so he stood still and said, "Did you drop this?"
Zhao Wen held a hundred yuan in his two outstretched fingers and said, "I see you just walked over. See if you dropped it."
Feng Wanqing laughed: "It's not mine. My wallet is in the car. I don't have a penny on me."
Zhao Wen looked at Feng Wanqing and said, "It's not yours? Then I picked up a hundred for nothing."
"Oh, um... you... we seem to have met somewhere before, we must be."
Feng Wanqing looked at Zhao Wen and saw that his face was very red, maybe because of the weather, so she said, "We have met before. Well, if nothing happens, we will see you again."
Feng Wanqing said, smiled at Zhao Wen, and left. Zhao Wen stood there, and then saw Feng Wanqing walking to a parking lot, opening the car door and putting the things he carried in. Zhao Wen walked forward,
When they reached a corner, they disappeared.
Feng Wanqing saw Zhao Wen disappearing from her sight in the rear mirror, took a sip of water, wiped her face, and then remembered her surprising glimpse of him on the ferry. He was facing the wind on the bow of the ship.
His meditative look left a deep impression on me. Later, after I fell to Gannan, I even drew a picture for him based on my memory.
The world is really small, and the distance between people is sometimes just a turn around, either never seeing each other again, or meeting again after a long time.
Zhao Wen walked through the curve of the mountain road and received a call from Qiao Huiben: "Hello, brother Zhao, I am Qiao Huiben."
When Zhao Wen heard Qiao Huiben's voice, he felt very calm and said hello, Secretary Qiao.
Qiao Huiben said: "Brother, I wanted to see you before going back, but there are too many chores to do and I am worried, so I will make a special trip to visit you someday."
"In accordance with the spirit of the instructions of Secretary Zhou of the Provincial Party Committee, after I return to Jingchuan, I will thoroughly rectify the problems existing in this family. I will restrain myself and restore etiquette, be strict with myself, and use practical actions to prove my determination to fight corruption and uphold integrity."
"Secretary Zhou gave me a sentence, saying that a large land is not enough for peace, and a large number of people is not enough for strength. A just cause may have few followers in a certain period of time, and the land and personal position occupied may not be ideal.
, but every step forward must be accompanied by firm belief, and without belief, there is nothing to talk about. Therefore, the road is long and long. Brother, I will seek it from top to bottom in the future, hoping to encourage you.
, I would be very lucky that way.”
Zhao Wen heard what Qiao Huiben said and knew that he would have nothing to do with Zhou Fengju for the time being, so he thought about it and said, "I deeply agree with what Secretary Qiao said. I also have something else to trouble Secretary Qiao."
Qiao Hui said nothing about trouble, but your brother and I are still polite!
Zhao Wen said: "Luo Yiyi, the deputy director of Fangjiahe Public Security Bureau who has just been transferred from Qiannan, maybe Secretary Qiao is not familiar with her. She is the daughter of Comrade Luo Bingxing, secretary of the Qiannan Municipal Party Committee. Secretary, I ask you to do more in the future."
Supervise her work."
Although Qiao Hui was originally the municipal party committee secretary of Jingchuan, he really didn't know much about the internal affairs of Fangjiahe Public Security System. When he heard about it, he realized that Zhao Wen was promoted from Qiannan and thought that Luo Yiyi was
Zhao Wen's lover said seriously: "I will definitely take good care of this comrade. In this way, I will also give an explanation to Comrade Luo Bingxing."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Hui did not expect that Zhao Wen's words surprised him: "Comrade Luo Yiyi's professional ability is still very strong. She has first-hand information on the Fang Jiahe shooting case. However, Fang
The public security director of Jiahe and some leaders in the county may not have paid much attention to the fact that you, secretary, were still in southern Ganxi at that time, so Comrade Luo Yiyi reported those materials directly to Director Zhai Guanglu of the Public Security Department. If
Secretary, if you have time when you get back, you can ask her to give you a report, which may be beneficial to your future work."
Qiao Huiben carefully recalled what Zhai Guanglu said about Jingchuan in Zhou Fengju's office when he came in. He sighed in his heart. It turned out that Zhao Wen's tentacles had already taken root in Fangjiahe.
How could Ke Yi, an unworthy bastard, fight with him? Why should he fight with him?
Qiao Huiben was thinking about it when Zhao Wen said something that made him feel that intercepting this young man at the Guest House last night was actually the smartest, most cost-effective and most proud thing he had done recently.
thing.
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