Zuo Yuxi sat down opposite him, turned his head and looked around, then suddenly laughed and said, "It's a good thing you still remember to sit in this seat."
That was when the political struggle in Qingzhou was at its most intense. The two of them were waiting here for Xu Fuyan's summons. Although not much time has passed since then, it feels to them as if a lifetime has passed.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "I still remember that I happened to see someone at that time..."
"Pooh!"
Zuo Yuxi wisely changed the subject and said, "I heard that you instigated students to cause trouble a few days ago, and blocked the teachers on campus during the heavy rain and refused to let them leave. Is that true?"
"Director Zuo, your informant is either visually impaired or has not learned Chinese well. He can misinterpret even the simplest things. How can it be a disturbance? It was the most sincere and spectacular display of the great teacher-student friendship. It would be fine if the Education Bureau did not give me an Advanced Individual Award for Respecting Teachers and Valuing Education, but they are trying to frame me?"
"Oh, that's quite a big reaction," Zuo Yuxi said without comment. She held her lower chin with her left hand and stared at Wen Liang with interest, saying, "Why do I feel like you have something to hide..."
Wen Liang thought to himself, if there were no ghosts, would I be so passionate? But he said in a very clear tone: "It's easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of a crime! Director Zuo, bureaucracy is unacceptable. Why don't you go to No. 1 Middle School incognito and listen to what the students think of my heroic act that day."
Zuo Yuxi smiled and said, "I only found out about Yuting's transfer afterwards. I was just about to ask you what was going on, but I didn't expect you to solve the problem. It seems that you still take my words to heart, which deserves a reward."
More than that, Wen Liang felt guilty for failing to live up to his trust. He was too embarrassed to ask for a big reward, so he said, "Well, just give me a token of my appreciation. How about I go to your place tonight..."
Zuo Yuxi would never fall for his tricks. She raised her head and chuckled, saying in a low voice, "Go ahead. Am I afraid that you will eat me?"
Wen Liang had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender: "OK, I lost, I surrender!" It's not that he really couldn't fight back. He was more shameless than Uncle Wen and had never been afraid of anyone. It's just that Zuo Yuxi was wary and Wen Liang was reluctant to let him go.
Zuo Yuxi laughed loudly, like a blooming green lotus.
After dinner, they talked about the latest developments. Wen Liang and Zuo Yuxi walked side by side outside the store. The north wind was freezing cold, and it was a completely different world from inside the house. Wen Liang rubbed his hands and cursed, "This damn weather, I'm afraid it's going to snow."
Zuo Yuxi stood in front of him, raised her hand to help him straighten the collar of his shirt and fasten the top button, then took two steps back, put her hands behind her back, and examined the young man who was as strong as a mountain.
When did I vaguely see the shadow of this person in my eyes and eyebrows
When was it that I vaguely saw this person’s smiling face in my dreams
Zuo Yuxi stood among the dim lights, her pretty face like the moon, her eyes like stars, and an indescribable tenderness gradually emerged on her face.
"Rain Creek."
"Um?"
“You are so beautiful!”
Zuo Yuxi's heart trembled, but she playfully made a disappointed expression and said, "But you are not handsome..."
Uncle Wen was both amused and annoyed. He raised the phone in his hand and said, "A man should be like this phone. Not handsome, but useful!"
After saying that, he walked away. Zuo Yuxi burst into laughter and slowly walked towards the Education Bureau building.
Compared to this meal, work, meetings, power, and future are all boring!
When he got home, he unexpectedly found Wen Huaiming already sitting in the living room. Wen Liang asked in surprise, "Dad, why are you so early today?"
If an outsider heard this, he would definitely burst into tears. It's almost 10 o'clock in the evening and he's still calling me early. Is MB doing a human job? Wen Huaiming smiled bitterly and said, "Staying up late every day is not a solution. Let's combine work and rest."
Ding Mei was knitting a sweater. When she saw her son coming back, she held the semi-finished product close to her body and gestured endlessly. Wen Liang stretched out his hands in cooperation, turned his head and said to Wen Huaiming: "Dad, I heard that Shunyi has made progress?"
"Well, it is preliminarily determined that Guo Changsheng died of homicide. The autopsy found drugs in his body. He should have been put in tea to make him unconscious and then thrown downstairs. The two people on duty that night have been detained for investigation. In addition, Guo Changsheng's thirteen-year-old daughter is currently missing. His wife Wang Zhen was too emotional and mentally confused. She can't explain many questions. But the investigation team estimates that it should be related to the materials in Guo Changsheng's hands. Liu Tianlai is organizing police forces to make every effort to solve the case, hoping to open up the situation as soon as possible..."
"Shunyi is such a small place, don't worry, there should be a breakthrough in two or three days... It's so itchy, mom, are you measuring my body or tickling me..."
Ding Mei patted Wen Liang on the head, then sat back on the sofa, sighing as he drew the line: "What a sin! A good man is gone just like that. His wife went crazy, his daughter was lost, and the family was destroyed in the blink of an eye. What kind of world is this!"
Wen Huaiming frowned and scolded, "Stop complaining. What's wrong with the world? Over the past decade of reform and opening up, the Party and the government have been working hard to improve people's lives. From top to bottom, everyone has been working hard to find a path that suits the national conditions. Sometimes we take detours and sometimes we go back and forth, but we are always moving forward. Is it really like some people say that changing the color of the GC party has ruined the lives of the people? Women's opinions!"
"Ha, policy research has come to our house?" Ding Mei threw the sweater in her hand and was about to retort, but Wen Liang turned his back to Wen Huaiming, winked at Ding Mei, and said silently: "Mom, I support your point of view, don't argue with my dad!"
Ding Mei got one vote in favor, of course, it was the only vote. She felt that she had already won the general trend and didn't bother to argue with Wen Huaiming anymore. She snorted complacently and went into the bedroom with her sweater under her arm.
"I won't waste my time on nonsense, you illiterate person who has never read the Selected Works of Mao Zedong and Deng Xiaoping. I'm going to knit a sweater!"
Wen Huaiming and Wen Liang were both stunned. The two father and son stared at Ding Mei disappearing into the bedroom in amazement, and then burst into laughter at the same time.
"Your mother also knows to read Selected Works of Mao and Deng, which is a great progress."
Wen Liang said jokingly, "Yes, although it is a small step for her personally, it is a big step for national education. It is worth giving her a hundred pocket money."
"Uh-huh??"
Wen Huaiming was almost fooled into it. Looking at his son's embarrassed smile, it took him a while to realize that as the head of the old Wen family, he should give his son pocket money on time. Unfortunately, since when, this right and obligation as a father has been ignored by everyone.
In fact, Uncle Wen had no choice but to do so. He had been spending too much on eating and drinking outside these days, and had spent all the money his mother gave him. He couldn't go to Li Shengli to withdraw money in the middle of the night, so he had to ask his father for money.
Otherwise, will you really go and kill Liu Zhihe tomorrow
Wen Liang sighed deeply and realized that he had to quickly deal with Yishan's bureaucrats and start working hard to make money. Otherwise, as a reborn person, he would have to ask his father for money, which would be a disgrace to the reborn people.
Wen Huaiming took out an old man's ticket from his wallet and handed it over. After thinking for a while, he took out two more. At this moment, Old Wen regained some of his fatherly feelings!
Wen Liang took it and stuffed it into his back pocket. He had something to discuss with Wen Huaiming, but he felt awkward to suddenly turn to the topic of Qingzhou's municipal affairs just as he asked for pocket money. He had no choice but to chat about family matters for a while before gradually shifting the topic back.
"Dad, the position in Shunyi is about to be vacated. Secretary Xu must be very happy, right?"
Wen Huaiming glared at him and said, "Although it's not obvious on the surface, I think his mood is not as bad as he appears to be."
Wen Liang smiled and said, "There are fifty Great Derivations, and forty-nine of them are in use. If one is left vacant, the whole situation will be in motion. What else is there to worry about..."
Even though Wen Huaiming didn't want to admit it, he had to agree that Wen Liang's cleverness was indeed too much like his own. There are countless scholars in the world, but some people read books mechanically and become more stupid the more they read, while some people read books in a living way and apply what they have learned. The seemingly simple Dayan number actually contains many truths, and the ability to simplify the truth of the universe and integrate it shows the wisdom of our ancestors.
"I don't care who goes to Shunyi, but Jiang Wanchao and Deng Xingwen in Yishan must be replaced."
Wen Huaiming frowned and said, "I just said something clear, but you are being confusing again. Who to move or not depends on the situation. Who to move and where to move also depends on the overall situation. It's not that you can do whatever you want. Jiang Wanchao has a lot of experience and prestige. Secretary Xu will definitely not take on this tough task..."
"Haha, Dad, you are hinting that Xu Fuyan is..."
Wen Huaiming coughed lightly, turned a deaf ear to Wen Liang's ridicule, and said, "The grain system is one family. Shunyi may be a major case. Don't cause trouble for yourself or others at this time."
Wen Liang lowered his head and said, "Yishan, we must change people!"
“Bang!”
The water cup was placed heavily on the coffee table. Wen Huaiming's face was full of anger, and his chest rose and fell sharply. After a while, he slowly took a breath and returned to his usual state. He said calmly, "Who should go instead?"
"Yang Yihang!"
Wen Liang raised his head and said word by word: "This person is capable and courageous, and most importantly, we can trust him!"
Yang and his entourage were taken down by Zhou Yuanting. They were removed from their posts in Huashan District, but no other responsibilities were pursued. Although according to the regulations, those who have been punished within the party for less than two years cannot be reinstated, Zhou Yuanting has already been removed from office, so Yang and his entourage can be completely rehabilitated.
Wen Huaiming sighed and said, "If we can trust him, Secretary Xu must also trust him..." He paused and said, "Let Zuo Yuxi come forward first. Yishan County and Yang Yihang, let's just leave it like this."
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later. (To be continued)