Although he didn't get along with Wang Zhijun for a long time, Liu Ziguang knew very well that this brother was definitely a good friend worth making friends with. When his family was in trouble, as a brother he had to lend a helping hand.
I took out my mobile phone and dialed Wang Zhijun's number. Just like the previous times, I got a reply saying "The user you dialed has shut down, please call again later."
Liu Ziguang hung up the phone, with some worry on his face, and asked the colleague: "Aren't you a fellow villager of Zhijun? Do you know his home phone number?"
The colleague shook his head: "His house has never been equipped with a telephone."
"Then do you know his home address?"
"Although we are from the same county, we are quite far apart. The township where Zhijun is located is quite remote. I have never been there."
"That being said, I have to go take a look. I seem to remember that there are copies of everyone's ID cards in the company files. I will go back and look for them. I will drive to the countryside tomorrow and go to Zhijun's house to see what happened."
Then he asked Ma again: "Tomorrow, I will go on a long trip to Nantai County. Which car would you like to drive?"
Ma said: "Nantai County is building roads all day long, and the digging is a mess. It's better to drive a Jetta. The leather is strong and can go on bad roads."
"Okay, then you can drive to the hospital to pick me up early tomorrow morning."
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In the office of the TV station and the news department, Jiang Xueqing sat angrily on the sofa. The bald director sat behind the desk and looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, haven't you figured it out yet?"
"I can't understand why such a good program was canceled. What's wrong with it?" Jiang Xueqing shook her head and pouted with an angry look that made the bald director feel distressed.
"Xiao Jiang, this is what the leaders in the station mean. You have to understand it. As journalists, we must carry forward the main theme." The bald director came over with a smile while holding a coffee cup, sat on the Changsha, adjusted his glasses, and
Looking at her subordinates with concern, Jiang Xueqing leaned forward with her cheeks in her hands. She was wearing low-waisted trousers and the white of her lower waist was exposed. It was shocking. The director's eyes were involuntarily attracted to her, a heart that had long lost its luster.
He also started beating wildly, as if he was pretending to be a deer.
"Aren't folk heroes worth promoting? The leader of my audience took the wrong medicine." This little girl Jiang Xueqing is like this. When she gets angry, her mother and I don't recognize her.
"Oh, of course it is worthy of promotion, but everything must be prioritized. The main tone now is to promote ** heroes and models. The other things can be put aside for now. So, it's getting late today. I'll invite you later.
You have a midnight snack, let's discuss this issue." The bald director said with concern, and moved a few centimeters closer to Jiang Xueqing.
"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat, I'm leaving first." Jiang Xueqing stood up suddenly, turned around and left, her low-waisted jeans swaying from side to side, exuding a youthful atmosphere, which made the old director's heart flutter.
This little girl is just like a fresh rose with thorns and dewdrops, the bald director praised in his heart, and at the same time he was also considering whether to go back to the magnificent place to extinguish the evil fire in his heart.
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Early the next morning, Ma drove a white Jetta to the hospital. Liu Ziguang had gone back to the office last night to get a copy of Wang Zhijun's ID card. Together with Wang Zhijun's colleague Zhang Jun, the three of them drove to Nantai County together.
When leaving the hospital gate, Liu Ziguang hid under the back seat and did not dare to raise his head, because the emergency room was near the gate, and it would be terrible if Fang Fei saw him sneaking out.
"Brother Liu, who are you hiding from?" Zhang Jun looked puzzled.
"Nothing, I'll lie down and take a rest." Liu Ziguang naturally gave him a careless look.
The Jetta filled up with gasoline and headed south. After leaving the city and driving another forty kilometers, the wide asphalt road finally came to an end and was replaced by a dilapidated cement road. Because the road suddenly became narrow, the traffic flow met here.
At the bottleneck, several large trucks were blocked at the intersection, followed by a long line of private cars and small trucks, honking their horns desperately.
At this time, the superior driving skills of the car were displayed. As soon as the steering wheel was turned, the Jetta rushed directly into the field on the roadside, drove forward along the field ridge for dozens of meters, spotted an opening, returned to the road, and then rushed left.
Rushing to the right, he got out of the traffic jam in less than five minutes.
Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the road ahead was blocked again. The cement road was in disrepair for a long time, and the road was cracked and collapsed. Now it is half closed for repairs. A large number of vehicles were blocked in front, and I couldn't move a step for a long time. Thanks to
Ma, turned the steering wheel and went directly to the lane that was being repaired, nimbly avoiding various obstacles. When he drove to the front, he saw that the reason for the road blockage was not only due to maintenance. The traffic police had set up a checkpoint in front to stop large trucks.
, these days there is no road transport that does not carry goods, so we will be sure to catch them as soon as possible.
A traffic policeman who was issuing a ticket looked up and happened to see the Jetta driving out of the closed area. He immediately pointed at the horse and shouted: "Jetta, stop!"
As soon as the horse stepped on the accelerator, the Jetta sped away with a burst of roar. The traffic policeman's Changan bread was blocked by a large truck and could not drive out. He had to watch the Jetta run away, furious but unable to do anything.
There was a burst of laughter in the Jetta, and Liu Ziguang patted the horse on the head and said, "You guys can do it. If I have a chance, I can sign up for you to participate in the Dakar Rally or something. That's fine."
Ma* laughed twice: "I was just playing around."
We continued to drive along the dilapidated concrete road. It was no longer blocked now, but the road surface was so bad that even experts like Ma had to slow down and avoid big potholes one after another. Although there was only one
After a journey of 100 kilometers, it still took two hours to reach Nantai County.
In contrast to the dilapidated roads, Nantai County is neat and tidy, with tall buildings and tall coconut trees growing beside the two-way six-lane asphalt road. This made Liu Ziguang a little shocked. Jiangbei City belongs to the temperate zone, how could such a tree grow like this?
Tall tropical trees, only after a closer look do you realize that the coconut trees are originally cement trunks, plastic trees are grazing leisurely, dogs of various colors are running in groups, and big fat black pigs are swimming leisurely
, a peasant woman with a child on her back sat at the gate, and an old man in a washed old white military uniform sat in the sun, all looking at the dusty white Jetta sedan with curious eyes.
Liu Ziguang got out of the car and enthusiastically stopped an old man passing by who was picking up dung. He handed over a cigarette and asked, "Uncle, where does Wang Zhijun live?"
The old man put the cigarette on his ear and pointed in the distance: "Nantou, that's the house under the big locust tree."
Liu Ziguang thanked him and was about to get in the car. A dirty little boy ran over by the roadside and volunteered: "Do you want to find Principal Wang? I will take you there."
As soon as Liu Ziguang heard this, he let the child get on the car and guided the horse to the south end of the village. After a while, a lush big locust tree came into view. Under the cover of the big tree, there were two yards, one to the east and one to the west.
Facing it is a two-story rural earthen villa with glazed tiles, cement walls, and colorful mosaics. Next to it is a small courtyard made of earthen walls. The short bungalow and the narrow yard are dwarfed by them.
, like a beggar huddled next to a sturdy man.
The child pointed to the earthen wall courtyard and said, "This is Principal Wang's home." Then he opened the car door and ran to knock on the door: "Principal Wang, you have a visitor."
The courtyard door opened, and there was a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses, wearing simple clothes, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Wang Zhijun's. When the child saw her, he shouted: "Hello, Teacher Wang."
The woman adjusted her glasses, held the child's head, and looked at the Jetta with some suspicion. Liu Ziguang got out of the car and said, "Sister, we are Wang Zhijun's colleagues, come to see him."
"Oh, they are my second brother's colleagues, come in quickly." The woman quickly waved them into the yard.
The three people got out of the car and entered the yard, only to realize how poor Wang Zhijun's family was. The low-rise house was probably several decades old. It was half made of dirt and half bricks. There was a small pigsty in the yard, but there were no pigs in it.
, only a few chickens are eating.
An old man with gray hair walked out of the hall when he heard the commotion. He was wearing a white-washed Chinese tunic suit, reading glasses on his face, and a pen in his hand. He looked like a rural teacher.
"Dad, this is Er Hao's colleague, from the city." The woman introduced.
"Hello, uncle, we are colleagues and friends of Zhijun. I haven't seen him since he was injured. I came here to visit him this time and brought something small. It's just a token of my gratitude. Uncle, please don't be polite." Liu Ziguang said.
, signaling Zhang Jun and Ma to put down the gifts, two barrels of arowana blended oil, a bag of fruit, and two large boxes of VV soy milk powder.
"Oops, we are such a rare visitor, old lady, please bring some chairs out quickly. You guys are really here, come as soon as you come and get your things." The old man greeted warmly and asked Liu Ziguang and the others to sit down.
Wang Zhijun's mother, a peasant woman in her fifties, came out of the house carrying two stools. She looked happy when she saw the guests coming, but Liu Ziguang, who was careful, found that the old man's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
The three of them sat down, Wang Zhijun's sister poured them tea, and then they started talking.
"Uncle, where are the volunteers?" Liu Ziguang asked.
There was silence in the courtyard.
"Brother, Zhijun... was arrested by the township police station." My sister whispered.