Wu Fengrong threw away the cigarette butts and smiled wickedly: "I like a lot of people, isn't it normal to like one or two scumbags occasionally?" Before Zhao Xintao could answer, he continued: "Damn you in the mountains all day and night. Run, you have to give me some entertainment. Just treat it as a fresh cucumber, maybe it will be replaced by something else tomorrow, when have you seen me have a long-term character?"
Zhao Xintao couldn't listen anymore. Wu Fengrong never blocked his words, and even when he was in front of his superiors, he never hesitated.
"No matter how much you like it, you can't mix it with your work. It's not easy for you to have fun? Since it's an old cucumber, change to a younger one as soon as possible."
After a long time, Wu Fengrong sighed: "I want to give him a chance."
Zhao Xintao asked, "Do you have evidence or a complex?"
Wu Fengrong said: "If you have to have a reason, it would be difficult for me to give you. Xintao, he is in the most difficult time now, and I can ruin his life with the touch of a finger. Isn't it easy to hand him over to the police? Can’t I do it? Of course I can, I don’t have to take any responsibility, I don’t have to take any risks, maybe I can be commended again. The second-level national wanted criminal is caught in my hands, and what kind of golden badge do I need? Wouldn't it be better for me to stab the word 'merit' on my forehead? But I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. As long as there is still a little sign that he is really innocent and involved , I'm willing to verify. I can only ask you to give him a chance. If it turns out that he really killed someone, I, Wu Fengrong, will take the blame and resign, and I will never say anything else. I am willing to swear this."
"You!" Zhao Xintao was annoyed: "It is good for most people to hand him over to the police now. Even if he is innocent, the police will investigate. Are you better than the criminal police? You know how to judge a case better?"
"He just said a word to the security guard at the station, and was almost stabbed with a knife. If the fuck can wait for the criminal police, I would also like to."
"You were fooled by him! You called everyone, let's raise our hands to vote."
Wu Fengrong narrowed his eyes and his face was as black as ink: "You are talking to me about democracy now? Zhao Xintao, you know how you got here as a deputy train conductor. Burn coal in the boiler room! Don't tell me that the majority and the minority are human, and none of them can be wronged!"
Zhao Xintao was immediately silenced by his drink. When he was promoted as a deputy train conductor, it was Wu Fengrong who came to the bureau to talk to the leaders about how to protect himself, so he was specially promoted to be the deputy train conductor, because Wu Fengrong has been his partner for many years, and he works best with him. Of course, he must trust himself the most. people as second-in-command. Wu Fengrong was in the limelight at that time, and he had just won the commendation. The bureau attached great importance to him, and it was only natural to assign him a subordinate he liked. Otherwise, Zhao Xintao would be far from reaching this position in terms of qualifications, ability, and popularity.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Rongrong, that's not what I meant, I'm just afraid... and I don't think it's necessary..." Zhao Xintao said with a heartfelt heart: "If you don't want to wrong him, it's nothing to do as a pastime."
"What are you talking about, I'm like a smug king."
Zhao Xintao laughed a few more times, and the atmosphere eased back.
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13. The soil and water in Tongzhou is not good
Zhou Yanling found Huang Ye in the sixth carriage. Huang Ye is like a chocolate bar, with dark skin and thin bones, and there are age spots on his cheeks. He took off the soft rubber military shoes on his feet, leaned forward and rubbed his feet, with thick lumps of mud accumulated between his toes, and when he scratched it with his fingernails, the mud was peeled off.
Zhou Yanling sat down beside him and said Tongzhou's old saying: "I'm sorry, brother, my phone is broken, can I borrow a phone to call? Tell the boss to be safe."
Huang Ye waved his hand and said impatiently, "Look for someone else to borrow it."
Zhou Yanling showed a business smile and continued to beg: "I've asked the third one, bro, okay, just five minutes. I'll sit here and see that I'll pay you back. If you can't get through. , the boss is going to fire me."
All the good things have been said, not only did people not borrow it, but they were also angry.
"Why are you such a rogue? If you don't borrow it, you won't borrow it, don't be annoying, or I'll beat you up!"
"Okay, okay, don't borrow it, don't borrow it," Zhou Yanling backed away, pulling the distance between the two. But instead of leaving immediately, he made a sigh, as if he was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore. When a salesperson passed by, he asked for two cans of beer, gave one to Huang Ye, and grabbed the other in his hand.
If this Huang Ye is the person he is looking for, he will take the initiative to bring him to the door. Huang Ye can't make up his own mind, so he will contact the mysterious person who sent Zhou Yanling to the car, maybe Zhou Yanling will receive a text message after a while.
When he drank back and forth when the jar was less than half a jar, Zhou Yanling said, "Brother, how about this, you can send a message to my boss for me, and I'll give you the phone number, just write a sentence. Thank you."
Huang Ye hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded. He took out his mobile phone and quickly sent the text message according to the phone number and dictation given by Zhou Yanling. After Zhou Yanling repeatedly thanked him, he handed over a new pack of cigarettes, which was rejected. The two sat facing each other in silence, Zhou Yanling excused to wait for the boss to reply to the text message, but didn't move an inch of his butt. A little girl in a pink cotton skirt ran past him and almost fell. Huang Ye quickly gave him a hand and showed a sincere smile.
"Our child also has a skirt of this color, which I bought for her. She looks so cute in it, like a doll." Huang Ye pointed to the child's back, and said fondly, "Call me every day and ask me to come back. Go to see her at home, because when you go back, you will have a gift."
Zhou Yanling is not very interested in children. He is an orphan, and he is not even familiar with family affection, but he always respects people who are rich in affection. Huang Ye suddenly took the initiative to speak, still so emotional, as if they didn't just know each other, but a friend who could talk a few words. Zhou Yanling couldn't help but speculate, what did Huang Ye mean by saying this
"Your daughter will definitely be filial to you when she grows up." Zhou Yanling said.
Huang Ye shook his head: "It's rare to see him a few times a year, just remember me." He was provoked by the pain and slowly closed his mouth like a clam shell. Zhou Yanling believed that he did see the pearl bred in the heart of this vulgar and distressed middle-aged man, and his suspicion was shaken. This man was not the whistle he was looking for, the whistle was holding a dagger, and he did not carry the whistle with a small skirt.
Neither of them spoke. In fact, it is not difficult to ask Zhou Yanling to say two words to ease the atmosphere. He is best at doing this kind of thing, but on the one hand, he is measured, and on the other hand, he doesn't want to establish any kind of relationship with Huang Ye. It's hard to control.
Huang Ye regretted not being able to accompany his daughter all the time, and Zhou Yanling had not been able to see his parents. These are two people who lack family affection, but when people who lack family affection come together, they don't have to feel sympathy for each other. At least not Zhou Yanling. He remembered the crowded narrow beds side by side in the orphanage, the sour smell of old wood and mildew all year round, the blackened and mossy brick corners of the bathroom, the big cockroaches giving birth to a nest of small cockroaches, and in the middle of the summer night he would not. If you dare to get up and go to the toilet to pee yourself, find a plastic bag and throw it in the trash.
There was once a female teacher who impressed him with the word "Jing" in her name. At five o'clock in the morning, she would sit by the back kitchen pool, peeling garlic and picking vegetables, with a small plastic bench under her butt, her legs splayed, and the white flowers of garlic piled in the middle, with clusters of cauliflower and green onions. green and dark green gradient transform. Zhou Yanling cleaned the chopping board for her and carried it over. The silver kitchen knife more than five inches wide slammed down, he put one, she slapped one, the juice and white mud splashed, and the surface of the knife was stained with silver beads.
Later, when she gave birth to her second child, she died in the delivery bed. No one knew what she went through before her death. Zhou Yanling heard from other teachers that she died in pain for more than ten hours. She only saved the little one, and it was a life-for-life. Children are not allowed to follow the funeral, which is unlucky, and Zhou Yanling did not see her remains. At five o'clock in the morning, the sun and the moon stood facing each other in the same sky. The dome was a lifeless duck egg blue and a corpse spot blue. Zhou Yanling stood in the middle of the garlic pile and mistook it for the stench of carrion.
"Brother is a native of Tongzhou, right?" Zhou Yanling put out the cigarette lazily and said with a smile, "I hear the accent like Tongxi, I heard that there are many factories closed in that area, and the economy is sluggish. Now it's easy to find casual workers. ?"
Huang Ye snorted coldly, and opened his mouth a lot faster this time: "I can't do it here anymore, everyone is going to Baihe."
Zhou Yanling glanced at the plastic paint bucket under his feet. In addition to the tool kit, there were electric drills, twine, glue and the like in it. The smell of the paint was so light that it could hardly be smelled. Zhou Yanling ran across the construction site and could vaguely distinguish the smell of dichloroethane and trimethylbenzene.
"Why are you going to Baihe?"
"If you don't want to go to the south, you can only go to Baihe. The factories are also moving to the Northland one after another. If you want to find a job, you can only follow."
"I don't go much. If it wasn't for work, I wouldn't want to run north this month. It's cold in winter, and there's nothing to eat. It stands to reason that Baihe has no advantage in setting up a factory, and Tongzhou is much warmer, so why bother How about moving the factory north?"
Huang Ye lifted Erlang's legs, his bare feet swayed back and forth, his hand holding the cigarette stuck out more from the sleeve, and the scar on the back of the hand was exposed