To say that Old Man An's position is not high, and Xue An's power is not heavy, but the current game can really be a pillar of optimism, and the only one who can make all his efforts is An Zaihai, the second-in-command of the banquet department.

An Zaihai, Xue Xiang, the only big tree that could be relied on in the field of propaganda, suddenly fell, which simply caught him off guard.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, Xue Xiang and Geng Fulin were sitting opposite each other, the two of them were smoking cigarettes one after another, and the ashtray in front of them was already stuffed with cigarette butts. On the side of the ashtray, there is a pale yellow letter paper, which is still full of fly-headed letters, which is Xue Xiang's third article "The Standard of Testing Truth".

Geng Fulin was smoking at this time, not because he was bored with Xue Xiang. Because when Xue Xiang called Songzhuzhai at noon, he went out to order food, because he didn't know the news of An Zaihai's dismissal. He kept swallowing clouds and spitting fog, in fact, his mind couldn't stop reminiscing about Xue Xiang's article.

There are always some articles in this world that can move people's hearts, and after reading them, people can't help but cover up and ponder.

But those are philosophical essays, prose, beautiful essays, or, or, in general, theoretical essays are difficult to reach this height. And Geng Fulin thinks that Xue Xiang's article has reached this height, and his mind is now full of two sentences in the article. And these two sentences are very interesting, just at the end of this manuscript.

The first sentence "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; The second sentence reads: "To sum up, practice is the only criterion for testing truth." To say these two sentences, it is actually reasonable to make the old official Geng Fulin cover his scrolls and ponder.

First of all, this "dark night, gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light" This was originally the complete poem written by Gu Cheng, a poet who pioneered a generation in the 80s, a few years later, and the poem was called "A Generation". Although the whole poem is short, it is just about 20 words that have broken the hearts of a generation, expressing the people's yearning to break through the prison and pursue light and freedom.

The first sentence that Xue Xiang used in the full text was almost the beginning of the text, and at this time, it was even better than the famous Zen poem of Buddhism, "I have a pearl, which has been blocked by dust for a long time." Once the dust is gone, the thousands of flowers that shine through the rivers and mountains are even louder, and the end is thought-provoking.

And the second sentence, which is the sentence at the end of the article, "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth", is almost an outline, and it is the most powerful response to the wrong thinking of the past. Moreover, the exposition that practice is the only criterion for testing truth is not put forward in an arrogant and abrupt manner, but is deduced, inducted, and summarized from a large number of Marxist-Leninist-Maoist works.

Theoretically, politically correct, and logically rigorous, it is congenitally invincible and invulnerable.

After reading such eloquent texts, how could Geng Fulin sigh three times, and he was addicted to it.

Just when Xue Xiang was worried and Geng Fulin was in a fugue, "Ding Lingling" Ding Lingling, the phone on the table rang.

The two glanced at each other, Xue Xiang threw a look at Geng Fulin, the latter understood, lifted the phone, and before he could make a sound, a warm and rich male voice came from there: "I am Zhenhua who asked Xue Xiang to listen to the phone." The two of them were shocked, and they couldn't believe that it was the phone call of the head of Zhenhua.

Geng Fulin almost trembled and squeaked a few words into the phone, and hurriedly threw the phone to Xue Xiang.

"Hello chief, I'm Xue Xiang!" "I know it's you kid, I don't have time to talk to you, read it, I have a pen and paper here." Comrade Zhenhua went straight to the point.

Xue Xiang was overjoyed, with the help of the head of Zhenhua, the sky can also be saved!

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Practice is not only the criterion for testing truth, but the only criterion. The heart says that there is only one truth, and who discovers the truth is not based on subjective exaggeration but on the basis of contemplative practice....................."

Xue studied the history of the party in his previous life, and almost memorized this famous article backwards, and then added some of his own practices in the backing mountain as a testimony, almost without looking at the manuscript, he could recite it silently: "...

The revolutionary teachers not only put forward that practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, but also personally set a glorious example of using practice to test all theories, including those put forward by themselves.................."

Xue Xiangzheng read to the third argument, suddenly, bang, someone knocked on the door, and then there was a low and short shout: "Director, director, I'm a pony, hurry up and greet Captain Xue to run, just now I saw the car of the county's mechanical and electrical team, entered the gate of the public security bureau, and then a lot of militia poured into the public security bureau, I am afraid that I found something over there through the phone, and I have to come over immediately." "Pony is Geng Fulin's secretary, is the henchman of the henchman, Geng Fulin is also a thoughtful person, knowing that he always asks Pony to send this and that at home, it is better to hide it from him, although the matter is very important, but he is careful that Pony can carry it clearly, so he did not hide Xue Xiang's house in his house. And explain that Xiaoma is not on duty for the time being, and stares at the canteen diagonally opposite the Public Security Bureau every day, but he didn't expect this step to play a vital role at this time.

Geng Fulin took a few steps to open the door and let the pony in. Previously, the pony was outside the door for fear that the next door would hear it, so he suppressed his voice, but now he entered the door and quickly told the cause and effect again. Xue Xiang and Geng Fulin were thinking, they immediately knew that the phone had missed a clue, and Comrade Zhenhua over there seemed to have heard that something had happened here, and said hurriedly: "Xiao Xue, what's wrong, is there a change, give me the phone, I'll tell them ......"

Xue Xiang didn't have the time to explain his grievances and grievances to Comrade Zhenhua in Chengtian County, at this time, he had already understood that he and Guo Minjia were endless, how could he let Guo Minjia seize himself and hand over the initiative.

Xue Xiang immediately stuffed the manuscript paper and phone to Geng Fulin, asked him to continue reading the manuscript, and was about to run out of the door, when the downstairs was already noisy, and outside the window, all kinds of headlights and searchlights illuminated the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.

Geng Fulin was stumbling over the manuscript, when he heard the sound, his face changed greatly, he knew what would happen if Xue Xiang was caught at his house at this time. Geng Fulin was so anxious that he was sweating like pulp, Xue Xiang saw it in his eyes, said hello to Geng Fulin, grabbed the little white tiger on the sofa, stuffed it into his arms, opened the door and ran out.

The officials at this time were far from the welfare of later generations, although they also lived in welfare housing, but the compound of the county party committee was a three-story small building, not a villa complex in later generations. Geng Fulin's house was on the second floor, and as soon as Xue Xiang went out, he heard the sound of crackling horns on the staircase, like a torrential rain, and sometimes mixed with shouts such as "Hurry", "Director Guo said that he grabbed the prize of 500 yuan", "Don't let go of the anti-revolutionists".

Xue Xiang raised his eyes to see the light bulb that had been torn off on the stairway, raised his foot to hook up a piece of gravel, waved his hand to catch it, aimed at the bulb and threw it over, but he heard a bang, followed by a loud bang, and the stairs suddenly darkened.

"What the fuck is going on?" "The light bulb seems to be bursting!"

"It's not good, the surname Xue is going to run! Before the lights went out, Xue Xiang looked at the emptiness under the stairs, and jumped in the air with a vertical body, and immediately kicked the four or five people who had just turned on the flashlight and turned the corner, all of them kicked down on the stairs, and then grabbed and thrown, and threw people back, for a while, the whole corridor was pitch black, shouting, shouting, messing up, and people kept flying downstairs......................

Xue Xiang stabilized his body, opened his throat and shouted: "The surname Xue has escaped, quick, quick, five hundred yuan, chase downstairs, chase, be sure to block the mouth." At this moment, four or five people rolled down the gourd, and there were a bunch of people behind them, and they couldn't see clearly in the black light, only knowing that there were indeed people who were constantly retreating, drilling backwards without pop-up windows and no ads// Everyone was muttering to earn the 500 yuan reward, and no one was contemplating who made the sound just now, and rushed downstairs in a swarm, for fear that others would take the lead. Because there were too many people competing for merit, the entrance of the corridor was immediately crowded, but it was crowded.

Xue Xiang didn't hesitate, looked at the vacancy, took advantage of the darkness, lightly vertically, reached out to hook the handrail of the upper staircase, turned over and turned over, turned around and ran towards the third floor.

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With a loud bang, the door of Geng Fulin's house was slammed open, and He Jin, who was full of meat, strode in and led a group of tiger skins to rush in.

At this time, Xue Xiang had already left home, Geng Fulin's heart was settled, and when he heard the sound, he continued to squat in place without looking back and read the manuscript.

At this moment, in He Jin's view, Geng Fulin harbored Xue Xiang, and it must be impossible to escape the blame, so he no longer regards him as the No. 2 person in Chengtian County, but a fish and turtle in the urn.

This fish and turtle saw that he was a fisherman, and he dared not to flee in a panic, and he dared to talk on the phone in a big way, how could he not make He Jin angry.

The moment He Jin came in, Geng Fulin just finished reading the manuscript, after all, Xue Xiang had almost read more than half of it before, and when Geng Fulin relayed, he knew that someone was coming, and the speed of speech was faster, where would it take a long time. At this time, the reason why Geng Fulin didn't hang up the phone was because Comrade Zhenhua on the other side of the phone specially asked for it.

Xue Xiang's manuscript, in the eyes of Comrade Zhenhua, a great theoretician in the party, is simply a pearl of words, deafening and deafening, who wants to hear the jīng place, recorded the wonderful place, and suddenly stopped the voice, and then without saying a word, he changed the voice, but the speed of the person who changed it was like a machine gun, and he finished reading it in a moment, and almost didn't exhaust his decades-old pen.

Where is Comrade Zhenhua still in the mood to indulge and record, the good mood is simply destroyed, yes, he beckoned Geng Fulin not to hang up the phone, he wants to see who is so arrogant.

Geng Fulin has Comrade Zhenhua poking in the back, and he is naturally as stable as Mount Tai!

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