Standing on a muddy platform, I waited for more than 20 minutes, and I didn't wait for bus No. 22. www.biquge.infoIn 1999, Qingping City had many traffic problems, an old industrial city, a large population, and the city was facing transformation, and a large number of people were crowded in the city center.

Feng Yiming stood in the corner, watching the crowds coming and going, those who came to the city to work, those who took their children to the hospital to see a doctor, those who took relatives on vacation, all kinds of people crowded the small platform, and the crying of children sounded from time to time in the noisy crowd.

Feng Yiming looked up at the still gloomy sky, simply walked out of the platform, and walked all the way down the precipitation river. A few years ago, the city built a few open gardens on the riverside, but there was no income, the garden bureau naturally refused to take care of it, most of the grass flowers and trees in the garden withered, and the stone benches for visitors to rest were also full of traces of cracking, only a few plum blossoms that still bloomed on this snowy day made people feel refreshed, Feng Yiming looked at the plum accompanied by snow, faintly smelled a fresh fragrance of flowers, and thought that he had experienced all kinds of harshness and ups and downs in his previous life, so he should strive to bloom in this life.

Walking along the riverside for more than half an hour, it was snowing again on a gloomy day, Feng Yiming saw that there were no businesses nearby, only a gas station, felt his pocket and had some money left, and walked into the small shop in the gas station, "Here's a bottle of Coke." ”

The owner of the shop is the owner of the gas station, and he is busy looking for money for others, and he doesn't even raise his head, "Inside, you go get it yourself." "In 1999, Sinopec and PetroChina had not yet put their hands into Qingping, and most of the gas stations in the city were local miscellaneous brands, with chaotic management, low oil quality, and inadequate safety measures.

Feng Yiming came in mainly to avoid the snow, walked to the shelves in the back of the small shop, and looked at the goods in the store.

"I said eldest sister, this price is really not high, you go out to inquire, where can you buy this price, yes, yes, I know it was introduced by Xu Ke, and let you 10 yuan, I am the cost price, and if it is lowered, it will be a loss!"

Feng Yiming turned his head to look through the gap between the shelves, a middle-aged woman walked out of the store with an oil drum with great difficulty, a middle-aged man was rubbing shoulders into the small shop, and the shopkeeper greeted him in a hurry, "Brother Huang, why do you have time to come here today?"

Feng Yiming's pupils shrank slightly, he held his breath, he recognized this man as Mayor Huang An's driver, and he had met him at Qingping Hotel at eleven o'clock.

Huang Xingjun squeezed a smile on his face, and took out a few gas cards from his arms, "Old rules?" This is the public welfare of the small class drivers in the city.

The shopkeeper nodded, "Of course." Ma Li put away the card, took out a few old man's heads and stuffed them into Huang Xingjun's hands, and said with a smile, "If others don't say it, your brother Huang will come in person, so you have to give face." ”

"Business has been good lately?"

"Don't mention it, isn't it snowing today, hey, can you have more refuel? After lunch, I just made an order. ”

"Just that woman just now, come to buy oil?"

The shopkeeper smiled incomprehensibly, "Of course, do you know what it's for?"

Huang Xingjun's eyes rolled, and he asked tentatively, "Not driving?"

"Of course it's not driving, nine times out of ten it's poured on oneself, the city's No. 1 textile factory, making trouble, it's a bad idea from the logistics department of their factory. ”

Huang Xingjun turned his head to look at the woman who hadn't gone far in the wind and snow outside the door, "It can't be real gasoline, right?"

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "How can it be true, it looks like oil, but in fact, it can't be burned at all, this oil is still introduced by Lao Xu, what do you say?"

Huang Xingjun raised his hand and threw two cigarettes over, "I know you're a big smoker, but remember not to smoke at the gas station!" Ignoring the shopkeeper's voice, he went out and got into the car.

Feng Yiming took a bottle of drink casually, dropped the money, chased out the door, and watched the Poussin slowly follow behind the woman who was struggling to carry the oil drum, quietly inserted a shortcut, and rushed all the way to the gate of a textile factory in the city.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and the people who blow can't open their eyes, Feng Yiming opened his eyes wide in the wind and snow, clenched his fists, and the angry blood was crashing around in his body, but he couldn't find an outlet for catharsis, when he saw Poussin who had gone around in a circle quietly drove into the dormitory area of the textile factory, and once again dropped behind the female worker in the textile factory, the incomprehensible doubts of the previous life finally had an answer.

Feng Yiming, who had experienced the middle and fall of his previous family, clearly knew the ugliness of politics, but he still couldn't believe the scene he saw in front of him, why when the textile factory group incident occurred later, there were two deceased who were said to have "accidentally" highly burned and finally died, Feng Yiming finally understood why when he chatted with the children of a textile factory in the city later, he repeatedly mentioned the sentence "The real injustice of death!"

Feng Yiming never believed that the scene in front of him was a coincidence, except for getting a side job after being reborn, he had been shrinking in the first middle school of the city, and it was impossible to have any big impact on Qingping's municipal altar.

Feng Yiming shrank his head and came to the uncle in the communication room with a smiling face, "Uncle, your textile factory is too difficult to find, it is snowing again today, and it took a long time to find it." ”

The old man tilted his head to look at Feng Yiming, took a sip of wine, and asked irrationally, "Who are you looking for?"

"Wu Danqing, his father seems to be from the sales department, and I am a classmate in a class of his city No. 1 Middle School. "Wu Danqing is the son of the head of the sales section of the textile factory, and Feng Yiming is an old friend on the court, but they are not in the same class.

"Oh, Danqing, it doesn't seem to be there, their family has returned to their hometown for the New Year, and now the factory is deserted!"

Feng Yiming put on a few more sentences, and handed over a cigarette, "Uncle, who came in just now, carrying a big bucket, female." The wind was so strong just now, I didn't bring anything and walked away, hey!" Feng Yiming knew that in this kind of state-owned enterprise unit, the people in the communication room often had excellent skills.

The old man blinked his little eyes, "That's old money, speaking of old money, her old Zhao has just been laid off, I heard that she is also in the next batch of laid-off lists, her son is only in elementary school, this family is ......"

This is the right number, this woman because of the double income layoff, no livelihood, no money to spare, the son is still in school, when the textile factory has a group incident, I don't know whether it is a heart, or someone instigated, poured gasoline all over her body, hugged her son and rushed to the secretary of the municipal party committee Zhao Xin, as a result, both mother and son died.

Feng Yiming took out the address of the female worker, squatted on the side of the only main road leading from the textile factory to the city, and watched the black Poussin stop briefly on the side of the road and then walked away, Feng Yiming picked up the oil drum that Huang Xingjun threw on the side of the road, and then quietly left.

The struggle for rights and the entanglement of interests are all real things that exist in this world, but no matter what kind of rights and interests, they should not use other people's lives as bargaining chips.

People live in this world, they need to be in awe, they need to know what is called degree, no matter what kind of character people in their hearts, there is always a scale engraved with unique weights and measures. Feng Yiming, who has his own life experience, thinks that since you use innocent people's lives as bargaining chips, you shouldn't complain after failure.