The Hidden Dragon Sea has entered the early morning, and everything is silent.
When the vehicle passed the first checkpoint of Hidden Dragon Sea, snowflakes fell again in the sky above Youzhou.
The white snow stars are getting bigger and bigger.
By the time the vehicle officially entered the gate of Yinlonghai, a light layer of white was left on the clean main road.
My head started to hurt again.
Chen Fangqing rubbed his forehead hard, his body trembling a little.
He has been suffering from headaches for several years. The most common advice given to him by his personal doctor is to get more rest, pay attention to his diet and lifestyle, and smoke less. However, in his position, these seem reasonable and common.
He couldn't do anything he suggested. As his affairs became more and more heavy recently, he started taking painkillers, but the pain kept getting stronger, and it seemed that even the painkillers had lost their effect.
"parking."
Chen Fangqing gave instructions in a slight voice.
The black red flag stopped on the main road of Yinlonghai under the snowy sky.
Chen Fangqing opened the car door.
The cold wind blew in, which relieved his headache slightly and made him feel much better.
"Xiao Gao, thank you for your hard work tonight."
Chen Fangqing glanced at the driver: "Go back, I'll walk around outside to wake up my head."
His voice was a little weak.
The driver, Lao Gao, looked at him worriedly.
Chen Fangqing got out of the car and waved to Lao Gao again, very insistently.
Lao Gao nodded and didn't say much. Hong Qi slowly moved away from Chen Fangqing, getting further and further away.
Boundless cold and chaotic snow completely surrounded Chen Fangqing.
It gets dark very late in the winter morning in Youzhou. As the vehicles leave, Chen Fangqing is left with only the cold street lights and dancing white snow in front of him.
He stood in the faint light for a long time before walking slowly forward on the white snow, looking a little desolate and lonely.
Chen Fangqing was aimless.
After chatting with Wu Zhengmin for nearly a night, Chen Fangqing talked about a lot, including the macro direction, the detailed control, and various areas of Central Continent. Chen Fangqing knew everything he could say. The areas he was thinking about were all the areas that Central Continent needs to change.
In some fields, in other words, after handing over those things to Wu Zhengmin, some of them can be put to use very quickly.
There are several new policies that urgently need to be implemented.
However, the situation before the election was chaotic and Chen Fangqing's situation was extremely passive, so Chen Fangqing had no choice but to suppress it.
Now those things have been handed over to Wu Zhengmin. I believe Wu Zhengmin will be able to use them soon. His position is basically confirmed. There is not much competition pressure. Naturally, no one will deliberately turn against him. There is no need to wait for the general election.
If he proposes it at the next cabinet meeting, there is a high chance it will be passed.
When those policies really showed their effects, Chen Fangqing had probably been deliberately forgotten by others, and those things naturally became Wu Zhengmin's resources and achievements, and then his reputation.
And this reputation, he originally planned to give it to Hua Zhengyang to help him, but now...
Chen Fangqing shook his head.
He seemed to really relax inside.
The cold wind is howling around me, and the headache is lessening quickly.
All the burdens were completely lifted overnight, and he began to face his own ending, his own life and death, with an extremely calm attitude.
Really, there is nothing left to do on your own.
He told himself this with great certainty.
In the last few years of his political life,
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He mobilized countless resources and spent most of his chips to do something for Central Continent again, but he suffered an extremely tragic failure.
I have been unwilling, confused, disappointed, angry, and even afraid.
But everything has become a foregone conclusion.
He handed over all the future plans for Central Continent, which was his last political fortune.
The future coordination between the academic faction and the Prince Group will mainly be done by Guo Wentian. The only thing he needs to do may be to find a suitable opportunity to express his attitude in the next few days.
An... Just expressing is better than silence, but it's not much better.
Dispensable.
Next, is his early retirement career.
Retire, then wait for the butcher's knife of the East Palace, and then die.
Chen Fangqing walked silently in the deep night Hidden Dragon Sea, bathing in the wind and snow.
This place is called Hidden Dragon Sea, but the so-called Hidden Sea and Dragon Sea are just a lake. The lake has frozen in the winter in Youzhou, covered with white snow, and is as soft as a piece of snow-white satin.
Most of the trees around the lake have withered, and the dry branches are swaying in the wind and snow. The lush pines and cypresses are still covered with snow, and they look a bit distorted.
Chen Fangqing walked almost the entire Hidden Dragon Sea along the lakeshore.
Parliament conference room, large conference room, Golden Autumn Garden, Winter Pavilion, Purple Light Terrace...
For ten years, fifteen years to be exact, every inch of land here held his memories.
Chen Fangqing walked very slowly, as if he was carefully measuring the center of power in Zhongzhou. His footsteps crunched in the thicker and thicker snow. His eyes were calm, with a faint but faint look.
And extremely solemn and affectionate.
The footprints on the lake shore are connected.
The sky in Youzhou is still dark.
The cool lights were shining, and the world was silent.
Chen Fangqing's figure walked into Yinlonghai's small restaurant, which is open 24 hours a day.
His face became a little pale from walking outside for a long time. Sitting on the chair, he shivered slightly. It took three or four minutes for the chill to dissipate from his body.
"Good morning, Prime Minister."
The young staff member trotted over and said with genuine respect, "What do you want to eat? Still the same?"
Chen Fangqing hummed, smiled and said, "One more serving."
"The Prime Minister is hungry. Please wait a moment."
The staff smiled and nodded and walked into the backstage.
Facing the Prime Minister of Zhongzhou, he is obviously not very reserved. In fact, outside of work, his character has always been extremely gentle. Among all the directors of Zhongzhou, the ones who come to the restaurant in person or order food in the middle of the night are basically Chen Fangqing or
People in Chen Fangqing's office come and go, and the night shift staff in the restaurant are probably the small group of people who are most familiar with him besides his secretary.
The tofu curd and fried dough sticks were quickly served.
Facing the breakfast that he had never tired of eating for many years, Chen Fangqing suddenly felt that this meal tasted particularly sweet for some reason. His headache seemed to be completely relieved when he ate, maybe it was because the painkillers had taken effect.
As a result, Chen Fangqing had a great appetite. After drinking two bowls of tofu and eating three fried dough sticks, he stood up with satisfaction. He wrapped the remaining fried dough stick in a paper bag and planned to deal with it after getting up at noon.
one time.
After saying hello to the staff, Chen Fangqing slowly walked out of the restaurant carrying the fried dough sticks in the paper bag.
The increasingly heavy wind and snow quickly drowned Chen Fangqing's figure.
In the extremely open field of view of Hidden Dragon Sea, the lights are cold, the sky is full of wind and snow, and the silhouettes of people
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stumble.
Li Huacheng, who stayed up all night after seeing off Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai, stood in front of his window, quietly looking at the extremely blurry figure in the wind and snow.
There are no lights on in the warm room.
His body was motionless, like a statue standing in front of the window.
The room was quiet.
Until Li Huacheng took the initiative to break the silence.
"The last time I saw a similar figure from behind was more than 20 years ago. It was also in this place, it was also a snowstorm, and it was early morning."
Li Huacheng suddenly said.
"More than twenty years ago?"
Standing next to Li Huacheng was a man who looked to be less than forty years old, somewhere between young and middle-aged.
His appearance was blurred in the darkness, but his figure was extremely tall and straight.
He was also looking at the back, then quickly glanced at Li Huacheng, and said with a smile: "Dad, you were still in Liaodong more than 20 years ago, right?"
Li Huacheng also smiled and looked at his son.
His son's name is Li Xiuqi. He is not in politics, but is a major general in the Zhongzhou Navy. He rarely has holidays on weekdays. Not long after Li Tianlan left, he returned to Hidden Dragon Sea. The father and son chatted all night and happened to see this moment.
Chen Fangqing.
"Maybe it's a coincidence."
Li Huacheng said softly: "More than twenty years ago, I was the executive deputy governor of Liaodong. At that time, I was having a meeting in Youzhou. Chen Ming was very interested in some of my views and stayed with me to talk all night in Yinlonghai. It was probably about this time.
, I saw the scene of Mr. Li leaving Hidden Dragon Sea in the Blue and White Hall, and I still remember that Mr. Chen bowed deeply to Mr. Li’s back at that time, and then he told me that an era was over."
Li Xiuqi was stunned.
He knew who his father was talking about, Chen Xiang. Although the old man was from the Southeast Group, to some extent, he was kind to Li Huacheng. Before Chen Xiang died of illness, Li Huacheng would visit him every year and festival.
This was true even after he became president.
And Mr. Li...
This is probably Li Honghe, the war god of Zhongzhou who protected the country more than 20 years ago.
"In fifteen years, from the vice president to the president, in fifteen years, I have bid farewell to many people and seen many backs, lonely, reluctant, regretful, guilty, relaxed..."
Li Huacheng shook his head: "But what I remember most is Mr. Li's back. He suffered an unprecedented failure and was at the end of his rope. He left with some regrets, but he still showed the freedom and ease of letting go of everything."
There was an obvious light of memory in his eyes: "That kind of back view, I want to call it wisdom."
Li Huacheng smiled self-deprecatingly: "Originally I thought I wouldn't be able to see it, but today..."
Chen Fangqing's back became increasingly blurry in the wind and snow.
"I saw it again..."
Li Huacheng muttered to himself.
Li Xiuqi hesitated and said softly: "I heard that the Prime Minister had the opportunity to join the Southeast Group. Mr. Li even personally met the Prime Minister. If..."
"How can there be so many ifs?"
Li Huacheng shook his head slightly: "He and Wu Zhengmin... live up to Qinzhou."
This sounds like half a sentence.
But these are the fullest words.
Because there is no need to say the last half of the sentence anymore.
Chen Fangqing's back completely disappeared from sight.
Li Huacheng looked at his watch, walked behind his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed Hua Zhengyang's number.
While waiting for the call to be connected, he looked out the window again at the wind and snow sweeping the world, and said softly: "It's all over."