Zhou Chonghan was born in engineering, his painting foundation is quite excellent, and his architecture is solidified music, so he is naturally a semi-pull artist. And politics is a burden to science and art, and Zhou Chonghan is not very cold.

But this time, it seems that he can't help it if he doesn't want to participate. First of all, the engineering department of the North Courtyard was reformed, and then the design department was beaten into the cold palace, and none of the new leaders had anything to do with science or art.

Thinking about it, it's just a good word, in the name of Zhou Chonghan, to build the tallest building in Kuncheng, this project sounds like fat.

However, some people in the design department couldn't hold their breath and were ready to move, and they planned to rebel.

It's really stupid, Zhou Chonghan knows that these designers who rebelled are relying on the proceeds of this project, and now the temporary constraints must have moved their cheese, coupled with the romanticism complex in the designer's bones, it is not surprising to have this move.

It's just that...... How can a small arm be twisted past a thigh? Who doesn't want an extra piece of the pie? Zhou Chonghan didn't approve of it.

"Mr. Zhou, Liang Si became an ancient building in Beijing before, and he would rather exchange one of his legs for it, but now what if we write a petition for the landmark building of Kuncheng?"

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, you have put so much effort into that building, why were you tampered with casually by those clowns who jumped off the beam!"

"Mr. Zhou, you must sign this petition, or our design department will be useless in the future!"

However, the popularity of the design department was that they co-drafted a petition to avenge the grievances of the project presided over by Zhou Chonghan, and also held grievances for the failure of the design department.

Zhou Chonghan frowned and took the petition and read it line by line, the logic was clear, the language was concise and concise, and he talked about the history of the old buildings in Kuncheng, and the rationality and planning of the project. It's just that since ancient times, the initiator of the book also needs to meet the virtuous gentleman, so the gentleman can be harmonious and different, so that there is no major problem and harmonious coexistence. Now, Zhou Chonghan feels that this book is just a book after all, and every word is sonorous and weak.

He smiled, and also smiled bitterly: "Don't toss, hit the stone with an egg, and sacrifice the innocent......"

"Are you cowardly?" Someone asked.

He was stunned, maybe, he didn't care about himself, but the whole department was not just him, he was a project, he knew what his signature meant.

"Shouldn't we be on the side of the eggs between the fragile eggs and the sturdy walls?" Someone is idealistic and confesses fiercely.

Zhou Chonghan was also noncommittal, but he doubted, he doubted that a categorical and seemingly heroic sacrifice, could the sacrifice be estimated? He would not be so selfish in exchange for the unemployment of a hundred people for the perfection and reputation of his work, after all, behind these 100 people are a hundred families, and in a hundred families there are a hundred children...... He had just lost his child.

Zhou Chonghan raised his head to look at everyone, everyone was looking forward to it, as if they were waiting for him to make a statement. In an instant, he actually made some play, and felt that this scene seemed a bit contrived kitsch.

He couldn't help but think of the unpleasant experiences he had when he was a child, such as when the teacher criticized someone, he had to order everyone not to talk and play with that person, and when someone was punished or praised, everyone had to stand up and speak, stand in line...... Does one have to be an opinion leader? Can't he just be silent on certain issues? He really can't be allowed to be opinionless, unassertive?

"I'll go back and have a look, and I'll think about it in a few days......," he said, putting away the petition, not wanting to discuss the subject anymore.

After work the next day, his old classmate Xiao Xu invited him to dinner, and he was not in a good mood, so he simply borrowed wine to kill his sorrows.

During the banquet, Xiao Xu talked to him about it: "...... The government encloses the land, demolishes one household and gives two households money, the people do not pay compensation, they are willing to move, their houses are nothing, the longest is only 30 years...... Kuncheng is small, close to the sea, and develops rapidly, so how can the house be left for 70 years......

Zhou Chonghan nodded: "Yes, my works are also secondary, I am not so narcissistic, entangled in that building, besides, the old building can speak, and the new building will not ...... I think it's mainly on the old buildings in Shun'ankou District......"

"That's it! But Lao Zhou, don't be modest, you are the best designer in Kuncheng! Xiao Xu patted him, a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, come, do it!

In fact, Zhou Chonghan still had a concern in his heart, and he didn't have time to say it. He has a map in his mind, which can be seen at any time, and it is a map of a small coastal city in northern China, on the tip of the beak of the chicken in the motherland, enlarged and enlarged, and then enlarged, it is covered with red circles, which is the ambition of the city to expand outward, but to the east, it is already the sea, and it can only go north, to the west, red traps and red circles, and there is only one "demolition" and one "push" and then one "destruction".

"Those old buildings, there is no architectural ingenuity in itself, or in history and culture, Kuncheng is only a hundred years, during which it was occupied by Japan and Russia for half a century, and the architectural style is either a Japanese flat low house, or a Russian round castle house, and now it has become a scenic spot, not much to see, but those old buildings in Shun'ankou District, it is indeed authentic Kuncheng people's masterpiece that moved here in the last century, there are fish in the North Underworld, its name is Kun, turned into a bird, spread its wings into Peng, that group of ancient broken houses, It is the fantasy and longing that the people of Kuncheng give to this city...... "Xiao Xu is not from Kuncheng, but he loves this city deeply."

"Yes, when I came back, I mentioned that I wanted to repair these houses, but the north courtyard was unprofitable, so I gave up, and now that I think about it, it's my regret." Zhou Chonghan drank some wine, and the big and small feelings in his heart flooded into his heart for no reason.

"Hey! Don't say anything, there are more than one or two regrets in this world! It's all in the wine! Xiao Xu raised his glass, and Zhou Chonghan drank it all.

The poet Li Bai has long had a proverb that those who use wine to eliminate their sorrows must be more sorrowful.

Zhou Chonghan went back at night, and when he saw the decay and desertion of that room, he suddenly remembered that one night in the past, when he came back, someone was waiting for him, making honey tea for him, undressing and taking bags for him, and preparing bath water for him......

Now, his stomach hurts, he has a headache, all over his body, there is no place that doesn't hurt, he can't sleep, he lights a cigarette, he turns on the TV in the dark, it doesn't matter what he says, at least, someone is talking.

It is also a coincidence, it is the old movie "Bridge on the River Kwai", on the railway west of Bangkok, there is a clear distinction between good and evil, the Japanese army wants to repair the bridge, the Allies want to blow up the bridge, the British prisoners of war built the Bridge on the River Kwai with an artistic attitude, so that the bridge is restored to a majestic appearance, in the process of protecting the bridge, sacrificing the Allied comrades, and at the same time they also blew up with the bridge, and disappeared.

Pure, let the government return to the government, let the interests belong to the interests, and let the architecture belong to the building.

He may be drunk, he wishes he was drunk, and in the dark, he actually took out the petition from his bag, took a pen, and with a big stroke of the pen underneath, signed his name - Zhou Chonghan.

Looking at the name again, it also feels unfamiliar, and his own should also belong to himself, not to the patchwork of any few Chinese characters.

On Friday, Song Qiaobi waited for Zhou Chonghan, looking at his haggard appearance, Song Qiaobi also felt quite surprised, she thought that he had left her, and he should live a very nourishing life with Cheng Yiyi. However, when she learned that her ex was not doing well, she was much more relieved, people, always gloating with malice towards people who had been sorry for her.

First do the division of property, this is Song Qiaobi's idea, the real estate certificate, the transfer procedures, the insurance of the car, and the two keys......

The procedures for the transfer of ownership were very smooth, but the weather was not beautiful, they caught up with the pouring rain on the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the car he drove was blocked on the big stone bridge, motionless.

The windshield wipers rattled, the car was stuffy, and the two people sat in front of them, both silent and silent.

Or Song Qiaobi couldn't hold her breath first, she made a fan with her hands, swinging back and forth, she was either hot or annoying: "Why is it so blocked?!" Can this be rushed? ”

"There may have been a traffic accident ahead." Zhou Chonghan replied calmly.

Song Qiaobi stretched his neck to look forward, and he couldn't see it. "It's jammed like this, I guess we rushed to the house and got off work!"

"If it doesn't work today, then wait for me to come back and get a divorce......" Zhou Chonghan turned his face to look at her, Song Qiaobi raised his eyebrows and came to see him, what did he mean?

"I'm probably going to leave Kuncheng next Monday...... My stuff has been moved, you can go back whenever you want...... You can drive back today...... For me, it didn't help much. ”

"You're going far away?" Song Qiaobi listened to his tone, as if he was going to leave for a long time.

"Hmm."

"How long?"

"I'm not sure ...... for the time being," Zhou Chonghan replied.

Song Qiaobi blinked his eyes and asked for a long time: "Business trip?" ”

Zhou Chonghan glanced at her, stopped talking, and finally nodded: "Well, yes." ”

"Then once you don't come back, how can I divorce this marriage? What if I meet someone I want to get married? Song Qiaobi said this purely to provoke him, but he took it seriously, thinking that she was going to marry Xiao Yuan, his eyes were stunned, and he asked expressionlessly: "When will you get married?" ……”

Song Qiaobi choked, her brain blank.

"I should be back for you in three months, but if you're in a hurry...... I can get a lawyer to help you sue me......"

"No need, then I'll wait for you for three months." Song Qiaobi stopped his words, feeling extremely depressed. Where is this person going, and he is still in such a hurry! even didn't hesitate to find a lawyer for her to sue himself, no wonder!

It's just that after these three months, her stomach has already swelled, and she can't hide it, so she will automatically lift the punishment she gave him.

She was troubled, the car moved, and when she looked at the time, it was past office hours. Simply gave up, she pouted and said, "Turn around, let's go back!" ”。