Liu Hong moved into the deputy mayor's office with joy.

She was all too familiar with this office. Not long ago, Ye Peiying was still working here. Liu Hong, as a subordinate, reported to Vice Mayor Ye in this office. Now, she's the owner of the place.

The north-facing office is spacious and bright. The floor is covered with a light gray pure wool carpet, which is soft and comfortable to step on. The desk and chair are thick and steady, and the atmosphere is magnificent. On the desk is a delicate white porcelain vase. In a vase is a bouquet of white perfumed lilies. A huge bird's-eye map of Anthy hangs on a wall covered with pale yellow wallpaper. On the windowsill are some precious flowers.

Liu Hong sat comfortably on the wide chair, and before he had time to appreciate everything in the office, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind hitting him, and he couldn't help but tremble. She scooped up an embroidered cloth from the black leather sofa and wrapped it around her trembling knees.

It's a hot summer, why is it so cold in the office?

Liu Hong was puzzled, and finally found out that there was no mascot of his own in this office - Yue Yuehong.

After some searching, I finally found that there was no mascot of my own in the office - Yue Yuehong.

So, she called her secretary: "Xiao Qian, you go to the flower market to buy two pots of moon red and come back." ”

Xiao Qian asked blankly, "Mayor, what is Yueyuehong, why have I never heard of it?"

Liu Hong couldn't help laughing: "Hey, it's what you usually call the stinky hydrangea! What an ugly name! I really don't understand the thoughts of you young people." ”

Xiao Qian immediately went to the flower market and quickly brought back two pots of moon and moon red. One pot has bright red flowers, and the other has pink flowers.

The windowsill was already full of flowers, and there was no place for the moon and the moon at all.

Liu Hong said to Xiao Qian: "Move those two pots of Junzi Orchid to your office, and the vacated place will stink—no—just put these two pots of Moon Moon Red!"

Xiao Qian agreed, "Okay." ”

He moved the two pots of fat leaves and flowers off the windowsill, and then placed Yueyuehong in the middle.

Two earthy-looking moonlit red pots are inferiorly placed among the precious flowers, which are incompatible with the environment and furnishings of the office.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or if it can really enhance yang energy, since Yueyuehong settled in the office, Liu Hong's body has gradually warmed up, and he quickly recovered his former demeanor.

Liu Hong silently cheered himself up and said: Love to fight will win. Work hard, Liu Hong!

Liu Hong knows how to package himself very well, and changes a set of clothes and leather shoes every day. Today is a solemn suit skirt style, tomorrow is an elegant dress style, the day after tomorrow is a lively short dress and long skirt style, and what remains unchanged is always a spring breeze and smile.

She walked into the solemn building of the municipal party committee and government with elegant steps, sat in a spacious office, read documents, listened to reports, held meetings, and arranged and deployed the next stage of work.

Sometimes, Liu Hong also went to the radio and television station, the newspaper office of "Anxi Daily", various primary and secondary schools, cultural groups and major hospitals to investigate. Everywhere she went, she saw bright smiling faces and heard the courteous and respectful title of "mayor". Sometimes she feels proud and satisfied, and sometimes she feels a little lonely.

When she left the radio and television station, she did not recommend anyone to the organization to be the director of the station, because she finally understood that her will could not influence the municipal party committee, and everything was subject to the organization's arrangements. Coincidentally, the municipal party committee once again arranged for Cao Jianhua to take over Liu Hong's class.

Although Cao Jianhua was promoted to director of the main station, Liu Hong is still his immediate boss. He sometimes laughed at himself in distress: Liu Hong is always above him, is this fate?

After many years of experience in officialdom, Cao Jianhua knows very well that he cannot easily change the major policies established by the leaders at his superiors, and must always ask for instructions and report on everything, and must never make decisions without authorization, and must not get carried away and take it lightly. He knows Liu Hong's work habits very well, so he is very easy to work with.

In the dead of night, when he is alone, Liu Hong will also look back on his life path. She couldn't figure out whether she was manipulating fate or if fate was arranging herself? In order to think about this lingering question, she actually began to lose sleep, unable to sleep night after night, and finally she could only fall asleep by taking sleeping pills.

The next morning, when the sun rose, Liu Hong regained his vigor and courage. Her innate strength, ambition, and composure were still there, but weakness and insecurity would sneak up on her mind from time to time.

One night, the phone rang again.

The call was made by Feng Qin. She sobbed and said, "Mayor Liu, my dad couldn't eat a while ago, and he had blood in his stool. I took him to the Provincial Cancer Hospital for a check-up. The test result was advanced stomach cancer. My dad is now in the hospital. He especially wants to see you. ”

Liu Hong felt a little sudden when he heard Stationmaster Feng's condition, and immediately replied: "Oh, don't be sad, I'll go over immediately." ”

The car was speeding rapidly, and Liu Hong's heart was like a boiling pot of boiling water: Lao Feng is not yet 70 years old, right? How did the illness come so quickly? In life, if you say that it is long, it will be long, and if you say it is short, it will be short. A short life is fleeting, impermanent, helpless, uncertain, and helpless. Lao Feng was strict with himself back then, caring and loving, which was indeed very good. What did he want to say to himself as he lay dying?

Liu Hong hurried to the cancer hospital. When she saw the scrawny and dying stationmaster Feng, tears couldn't help but flow.

Stationmaster Feng's tarnished eyes looked at Liu Hong sadly, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Liu Hong hurriedly put his ear close to Stationmaster Feng's mouth, wanting to listen carefully to what he was saying.

Stationmaster Feng was angry, and said intermittently: "Fan...... It's not ...... Need not...... Strong...... Strong out of ...... Head. Month...... Month...... Red also has ......"

Before Stationmaster Feng could finish speaking, he tilted his head and passed out.

Feng Qin called out to the doctor loudly.

Doctors and nurses rushed to the rescue.

Liu Hong gloomily withdrew from the ward, walked out of the inpatient building, and walked lonely on the cobblestone path. Her heart was torn and swallowed by a thick fog of sad emotions.

She slowly raised her head and saw the sparse stars in the night sky, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little desolate.

Liu Hong remembers that when he was a child, he once walked with his mother at night. Mom looked at the stars in the sky and told her that every star in the sky corresponds to everyone in the world. A meteor in the sky represents a person's departure from this world.

She asked eagerly, "Mom, did that person disappear without a trace after he died?"

Mom thought for a while and said, "When a person leaves this world, another person will be born to fill his vacancy, and the cycle will be reversed and endless. ”

Liu Hong asked happily at that time: "A new person is born, so is there a new star in the sky?"

Mom smiled and said, "Yes." ”

Mother's words seemed to echo in my ears.

Liu Hong let out a long breath, calmed down, and strode forward.

She asked herself in her heart: Beloved Stationmaster Feng is leaving, so who will fill the vacant seat he left behind?