Jiang Xiaoyun hurriedly took the child and apologized vigorously.

"Children, this boy's urine is also a treasure," Fang Shiyu was very open-minded, "Lao Wen, can the child's urine be used in medicine?"

Wen Huainan settled in the academy, provoked Fang Shiyu to stay in the mountains all the year round, the mountains are not high, there are immortals are famous, with these two cultural immortals, the celebrity elites of the whole province are constantly coming and going, and Jinjiling is really famous.

Fang Shiyu didn't care about the dampness on his legs, he spread out the rice paper by himself, and with a few strokes, a doll jumped on the paper, "Give, Yue Xiao's child, please Yue Xiao's child." ”

Yue Wen couldn't help crying and laughing, what would he know about this newborn doll, what would he do, but Fang Shiyu solemnly wrote these words on the paper and stamped his own seal.

"Dean Fang, I don't dare to accept it, I understand it. Jiang Xiaoyun knew the weight and value of this painting, but the painting painted specifically for her son made her, a first-time mother, want to accept it again.

"I haven't painted anyone since I was sixty years old, and your Yue Xiao is still the first, okay, you don't want me to scatter it. ”

"Don't, don't," Yue Wen hurriedly snatched it over, "Won't we be able to keep it?"

"Good things come in pairs, Dean Fang will send a painting, I will send a word," Wen Huainan walked in with a smile, Yue Wen hurriedly walked up, a word had just been written, and the ink was still wet.

Yes, son, in your life, you have to have two masters to write and paint just after birth, how can you be?

Yue Wen looked at the words in his hand, "Don't be small and don't do it", well, simple seven words. This is for his son, and for himself.

"Director Yue, hello. He was about to express a few words, the phone rang again, he insisted on traveling without a secretary, everything must be done personally, personally, the phone was called by Wang Tang, director of the news department of China Television.

"Hello, brother, the sea water in our development zone is almost cold, and I haven't waited for Director Wang, when are you coming?" Yue Wen addressed Wang Tang much more kindly.

"I'm in Qinwan right now, where are you?" Wang Tang said, "I have already communicated with the Propaganda Department of Shanhai Province, and we plan to take Pingzhou as a model for emerging medium-sized cities." ”

"Okay," Yue Wen said happily, without spending money to promote the development zone, he couldn't ask for it, "I'm in Jinjiling now, come over for dinner at noon, sister-in-law, prepare a meal." The sister-in-law of the Hu family went happily, "Here, you can meet the two masters, will you come?"

"The people of the whole country know that Wenshi and Dean Fang have become your image ambassadors of Pingzhou," Wang Tang said with a smile, "However, this time I am not alone, there is also a British colleague." ”

"British colleague?" Yue Wen teased his son, his fleshy little hand caressing his face to make him feel his blood flowing

"The BBC correspondent, Jacqueline Milton, she's very interested in the urbanization process in our country, and she's very interested in yours, and she's with me. ”

Soon, accompanied by the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee, the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee and the Propaganda Department of the District Party Committee, Wang Tang and Jacqueline arrived at Jinjiling.

"Hello and welcome to Jinjiling. Yue Wen welcomed him in fluent English.

Jacqueline was very surprised, she couldn't speak Chinese, and after a fluent in English, she could only translate by Wang Tang, "She said, I didn't expect this level of official to be so young and the child to be so young," Jacqueline filmed Jiang Xiaoyun and the child, and was very happy, "She wants to follow, yes, she follows wherever you go, and takes a picture of your day's work, of course, as well as your previous construction achievements." ”

"What is there to shoot here, what is there to shoot for me, pat the villagers more, pat the people more, pat our city more. Yue Wen said modestly.

"Listen to me, so be it, cities and people, cities are also made of people. Wang Tang smiled, "You are not an actor, you just need to show your truest state." ”

"My state today is to rest, accompany my wife and children, come and see Wenshi and Dean Fang, and come and see our old secretary of Jinjiling Village. ”

The old secretary smiled kindly, he couldn't stand up anymore, but he was sitting in a wheelchair, the cigarette pouch and pot were still not lost, and he was looking curiously at the first foreigner from the village.

"Today is the weekend, and the agency also has the right to rest," Wang Tang said with a smile, "Yes, tomorrow when I work and shoot work." ”

"Then I'm going to beat the gongs and drums. Yue Wen smiled at Jacqueline.

"Gong, I know, is a mirror made of metal. Jacqueline laughed, holding the watermelon in her hand and smiling all over her face.

"Yes, so to speak. Yue Wen picked up the small mallet, Hu Kailing personally played the big drum, and the sound of gongs and drums quickly resounded in Jinjiling.

Jacqueline picked up the camera and took a picture, "Knock knock", the big drum made a dull sound, Yue Wen felt that the dull drum beat seemed to be smashed on his heart, once, twice, three times...... It seems to be to completely smash away the boredom of the defeat of the senior officials in the competition group city these days.

Then, the large and small copper cymbals and large and small leather drums were immediately struck together, mixed with the dense drums of the small drums, as fast as thousands of troops and horses, and like the collapse of a snow-capped mountain.

Suddenly, all the instruments stopped, and the small drum in his hand was like a conductor, "Bang Bang

On the square, everyone's face is like a demon, full of brilliance, everyone's movements are very big, the cymbals fly up and down, the drumsticks wave back and forth, the red silk flutters with the wind, all of them are intoxicated, like crazy.

Suddenly, all the musical instruments were silent again, and a suona suddenly came out, and the power of anger pierced the sky, piercing directly into the bottom of people's hearts, making people's blood gush, and a heroic pride suddenly rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Next to him, Jiang Xiaoyun was smiling while holding Xiao Xiao, and Jacqueline was taking the camera seriously.

In the distance, a car drove quickly, and Xiao Li from the Organization Department quickly got out of the car, "Director Yue, Director Yue." ”

Everyone present stopped what they were doing, and Jacqueline also sensed that something was going to happen, and kept communicating with Wang Tang.

"I just received a call from the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee, please report to the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee immediately. Xiao Li was in a hurry.

Yue Wen touched his mobile phone before he remembered that he had put it in the car.

"What's so urgent?"

"Good thing," Xiao Li smiled, "did you reward me with a pack of cigarettes first?" ”

"Tell me, there are good things, and you are indispensable. Yue Wen said with a smile.

An ordinary staff member talked to the district leader like this, which made Jacqueline even more interested.

"After being nominated by Secretary Qi of the Municipal Party Committee and approved by the Standing Committee, you are already the head of Qinnan District! ”

The mayor of Qinnan District, Qinwan City?

Jiang Xiaoyun looked at her husband excitedly, this district, the whole city knows the weight in it!

Yue Xiao opened his little hands and didn't know what to say, the old secretary, Hu Kailing, and the people from the Propaganda Department ...... All the villagers looked at him eagerly, and his heart burned inside.

"Come!" he shouted, turning his head towards the domineering, but the moment he pulled the door, he stopped again.

In Jacqueline's lens, the young official was already in tears when he turned his head.

Come to Jinji Ridge, walk from Jinji Ridge, the golden rooster sings, the world is white, and the city is known.

Eight years, eight years, although the sword light and sword shadow have dimmed, and the drum horn has gone away, but the past of the past nine years has come to my heart one by one, and faces have alternately appeared in my mind.

The years have changed him from a student to a leader, and also turned loss into possession.

Qinwan, Pingzhou, Furong Town, Jinjiling, you have given me too much!

Bang –

Yue Wentou didn't go back to get into the car, and the car galloped out of the village.

"Hey, hey, draw tigers on the wall, don't bite people! Casseroles and noodles come together, but you can't top the basin! Nephews are not as good as their own children, the Communist Party is our intimate person...... Shouting hi......

It's raining in the sky, it's raining on the ground! The blind man lights the lamp, it's in vain!

It's hard to buy old and thin, and the Communist Party is our good leader...... Shout-out hi ......"

Do you still remember this song "The Big Truth", the wild and emotional shout sounded in the car again, and this passionate shout echoed in Luoyan Mountain for a long time.......

Wang Tang and Jacqueline followed him, walking all the way from Jinjiling to Furong Town, through the development zone, and through Qinwan......

Qinwan, Qinwan!

Pingzhou, I'm leaving, I'm waving my hand, not taking a single cloud away.

Ga –

In front of him was the towering building of the municipal party committee and the municipal government, Yue Wen's car suddenly stopped, and he jumped out of the car energetically, with endless strength in his body.

Suddenly, the song "Dawn of Heroes" in the mobile phone rang again, he glanced at the name of the caller on the mobile phone, his hand trembled, his lips trembled, he picked up the phone with his hand, and turned his head in amazement.......

(End of book)