In this way, the first convoy organized in the name of a private person in Linxian County set off.

A whole three cars, each loaded with golden mats and orange headlights, swept away the fog in the mountains, illuminated the rugged mountain road, and went all the way to the county seat.

But even so, the uneven mountain roads, the full load of vehicles, the speed of travel is still very slow, and by the time we reach the supply and marketing cooperative, the sky is already bright.

Seeing the three carts of mats at the door, people who came and went couldn't stop looking at and discussing, and they all looked at Wu Yingcheng, making him look like a celebrity.

But Wu Yingcheng did not have the calmness and calmness that a celebrity should have, and he was panicked like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn't sit still for a while.

It's not that I'm afraid to see the leader, but I'm afraid to see Zhang Cuilan.

It's been ten days, and I don't know how this lesbian is, and what should she say and do after meeting?

Don't be too enthusiastic, otherwise you will only make mistakes and make misunderstandings deeper, and you are not too cold, and it is too rude for others to help you so much.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of what to say, so he was so anxious that Wu Yingcheng grabbed his hair into a chicken nest.

But things in the world are like this, some things are complicated when you think about them, but they are actually very simple to do, and some things seem simple but they are too complicated to do.

Wu Yingcheng got out of the car, and was about to perform on a big tree first, when a finger lightly tapped his shoulder, and when he turned his head, Zhang Cuilan was looking at him with a smile.

I haven't seen her for ten days, and her delicate and playful face seems to be whiter, facing the bright morning light and mist, giving people a feeling of morning dew and mountain flowers.

Fresh, beautiful and splendid.

"Coming?"

A greeting is very plain, but it is like a thousand years of waiting, containing indescribable affection.

"It's coming. ”

One answer, very relaxed, but like a heavy wheel, crushing a thousand words into pieces.

"Let's go. She said softly.

"Good. He replied softly.

Everything is very relaxed and plain, plain to natural, so relaxed that it seems that the two have lived a lifetime, and there is no barrier.

The two of them walked like that, one after the other, as if far away, as if close, as if slowly, as if fast.

"Wu Yingcheng, you kid is finally here. ”

The silence was finally broken, and He Yushu ran over happily.

Wu Yingchang breathed a sigh of relief and greeted him.

"Old squad leader, is your leader going to work today?"

He Yushu glanced at Zhang Cuilan behind Wu Yingcheng, and said with a smile: "You kid is here, our leaders can't go to work if they don't go to work."

Go, come with me, I'll take you to the formalities first. ”

Wu Yingcheng didn't deeply understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't have the heart to understand it, so he followed He Yushu into the courtyard of the daily miscellaneous company.

The yard is huge, and the entire ground is made of cement because of business needs.

At the back, there is a row of small houses, and at the front, there is a small three-story building, and the leader's office is on the third floor.

Entering the office and looking at the leader's face, Wu Yingcheng suddenly understood what He Yushu had just said in an instant.

The leader is a woman in her forties, with a hair cut with parted bangs and a curly hairstyle with wavy curls, which looks very stylish.

She was wearing a very ordinary really good shirt and a pair of bell bottoms, looking at Wu Yingcheng, staring at her with a pair of big eyes, looking at her carefully.

This action is familiar and unforgettable, and it is easy for Wu Yingcheng to remind her of what she looked like when he first met Zhang Cuilan.

"Are you Wu Yingcheng?" the woman asked.

"Are you Comrade Zhang Cuilan's mother?" At that moment, Wu Yingcheng really wanted to ask.

Because women, whether they are temperamental, looking, or moving, are very similar to Zhang Cuilan.

If it wasn't Zhang Cuilan's mother, it would definitely be her aunt.

Of course, Wu Yingcheng is not the kind of person who can't distinguish the occasion, let alone the kind of person who clings to the powerful.

Try to keep a normal heart, stand at the door, and salute politely.

"Hello leader, I am Wu Yingcheng. ”

The woman's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she didn't know if she was dissatisfied, or if she was looking at Wu Yingcheng again.

"Are you here to hand over the mat?" asked the woman again.

"Yes. ”

"Come in, sign it. ”

The woman said, looked at He Yushu again and said, "Xiao He, are you also his guarantor?"

He Yushu smiled and nodded, "Director Song, I am." ”

"Then come in and sign your name as well. ”

He Yushu smiled slightly, hurriedly followed Wu Yingcheng, and touched him with his elbow.

Wu Yingcheng was touched by this and immediately understood that his feelings were not wrong.

The leader in front of him and Zhang Cuilan definitely have an unusual relationship.

This is also characteristic of this era.

It is normal for the children of leaders to come to take over the leader's class and work in the same unit as the leader.

But these situations will definitely not be made known to outsiders until they are announced.

But if you meet Zhang Cuilan's situation, it will become something that cannot be avoided.

In order to ensure justice, the employer usually sends the child to a more remote place, or to a different unit.

When they have outstanding performance and are eligible to be promoted, they will be transferred to the same unit.

Therefore, in this era, the children of leaders not only do not have many advantages, but will have a lot of disadvantages.

Not only did they suffer unwarranted pain in that catastrophe, but they often needed to work harder than others to achieve the same results.

Thinking like this, Wu Yingcheng had already walked to Director Song's desk, and when he looked closely, in addition to the wind and frost of the years, her lips, nose bridge, eye shape, and face shape were very similar to Zhang Cuilan, and she was completely the same as she was after more than 20 years.

She stretched out a slender, but somewhat rough hand, and pushed over a piece of paper with the relevant terms printed on it, as well as the guarantor and her own signature.

In the guarantor column, Zhang Cuilan's name has been signed on it early.

Wu Yingcheng's heart throbbed, and his face instantly became a little pale.

Although they look very similar, just now, he still had a little bit of luck, and the two may just look similar.

But this kind of paper is actually a contract in this era, and it is not an ordinary person who can sign the name on it without first signing it.

Because once this is done, it is very likely to bring unexpected disasters to the guarantor, unless the guarantor has a lot of faith in the person who holds the paper.

"Could it be that this person is really her mother? ”

Wu Yingcheng picked up the pen and felt the incomparably heavy hand, and he couldn't help but tremble.

When He Yushu saw it, he hurriedly coughed, and when Director Song saw it, his frowning brows couldn't help but stretch out.

I don't know if I'm satisfied, or I've been wrinkled for too long and I'm a little tired.

Anyway, Wu Yingcheng still signed.

It's money, but it's the biggest help for him to lose his dreams.

In front of it, nothing should be overly considered.

Director Song didn't say much, but just talked about the relevant regulations, including the grade, quantity, and payment method of mats.

At this time, the "Several Provisions on the Cooperative Management of Urban Laborers" had not yet been promulgated, so self-employed individuals like Wu Yingcheng could not engrave their seals.

Director Song asked Wu Yingcheng to make the final confirmation, as a sign of fairness and voluntariness, and pressed his handprint, and let the two go out.

"Boy, didn't you find out?"

When he arrived at the staircase, He Yushu looked at Wu Yingcheng with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a two-hundred-and-five.

Wu Yingcheng naturally didn't want to admit it, or rather, he didn't know what to admit.

admits that he found out that Director Song is Zhang Cuilan's mother, or admits that he is not interested in Zhang Cuilan at all.

But if it's really not interesting, why bother to say it's not interesting?

"Found what?"

"Our Director Song and Sister Zhang are like carved out of a mold. ”

Wu Yingcheng maintained the last composure, lowered his head and continued to walk down, while saying, "Isn't it normal to look alike, don't you also look very similar to the Chinese teacher in our class?"

He Yushu grabbed Wu Yingcheng's arm, walked to the next staircase, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "You kid will pretend to Lao Tzu again!"

Do you dare to say that you kid can't see it, our Director Song is actually the mother of Sister Zhang?"

Wu Yingcheng knew that although he had a twenty-two-year-old body, his mental age was actually sixty-two years old.

I can already use my reason to suppress the hormonal stimulation in my body, and I should not be as easily excited, impulsive, and unable to control my emotions as I am at this age.

But in this world, everything can be controlled, except for one thing, that is love.

Although it is only one word different from emotion, it is very different for a real person.

Emotions are temporary, controllable, and vented, but emotions are different, they can be vented, but they cannot be controlled.

Like a sapling in the heart, no matter who it is, it can't hinder its growth.

But what is his love for Zhang Cuilan?

Is it love?

If so, then how can you be worthy of your daughter-in-law in your previous life?

Is it friendship?

If so, why is it so blazing?

"Don't ask me, I don't know!"

Wu Yingcheng struggled hard, pushed He Yushu away, and ran downstairs with a bang.

He Yushu touched his head, looking incomprehensible, "This melon baby, is there a ping pong in his brain?"

After thinking about it, I quickly understood it again. "Cut, what age is this, and you still learn that women are shy? ”

Wu Yingcheng ran downstairs, but he didn't even dare to go.

Zhang Cuilan stood next to the row of houses in the back, talking to a man in a tunic suit.

In that way, there is no casualness and initiative when getting along with him, there is just the unique reserve of women in this era, and there is the awkwardness of trying to keep it trendy.

Women are pleasing to the eye!

For some reason, Wu Yingcheng came up with such a sentence in his mind.