Wang Wenhua's heart began to calm down, as if he had entered a mirror, and felt the layers of red dust ** in front of him gradually fade in the silence of the wind and night.

Suddenly, he heard someone singing, and the song was striking his ears very clearly, and it seemed very distant and emotional:

Lamb's belly that hand towel

Three, three, three blue

My second sister

It's so good-looking

You have disturbed your brother's heart

Shandandan that flower is blooming

Just open it on the spot

What's on your mind?

You just say it

You, if you don't open your mouth, I understand

Hey, hey, hey

"This song is so beautiful!" Wang Wenhua was sincerely amazed.

Chairman Haiyang immediately told Wang Wenhua: "This is our authentic northern Shaanxi folk song, and the 'sheep belly hand towel' used in the TV series "Blood Romance" is very good." ”

The moon was slowly rising, and Chairman Ocean urged Wang Wenhua to say, "We have to go." ”

Seeing that Wang Wenhua looked like he was staying and forgetting to return, Chairman Haiyang emphasized: "It's very late to drive back to Xi'an now, even if you are not in a hurry, my wife is probably crazy." ”

Wang Wenhua heard him say this, so he had to follow Chairman Haiyang into the car, in the car, Wang Wenhua suddenly remembered, why did he suddenly come to Xi'an without any reason? Why did you insist on coming to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang again?

Is it just for work? Not exactly, it seems. Probably in the dark, it may be to find this rare quiet.

A man who has worked hard in the officialdom for more than half a year, although he has initially achieved remarkable results, surpassing the enviable results, but he is facing the end of a huge debt.

probably sucked the taste of failure, so he held his breath, felt tasteless about anything he ate, couldn't lift his spirits when he did anything, and looked at anyone in the officialdom who was rotten in everything, and even began to be depressed and hopeless.

Wang Wenhua has been in officialdom for decades, and this is rarely the case in the past. Because officialdom is his battlefield, being an official is his profession, he likes to sit in the office and strategize, and he likes to hold the phone in his hand to command thousands of troops.

This time, he received a text message from Wen Feng encouraging him, so he agreed to fly here without hesitation? Is it just for work? Or is it to win the smile of this beautiful woman in a red dress? Thinking about it, Wang Wenhua felt that flying to Xi'an this time was a bit like God's will.

The car was speeding on the empty road, the lights in the car flickered on and off, and Wang Wenhua's figure flashed from time to time. He leaned in towards the car window, staring at his face reflected in the window, and looked at Jing with a little surprise.

It was a standard middle-aged man's cigarette and alcohol face: thin cheeks, gray complexion, dull eyes, sparse hairline like the beach after low tide, and a bare oily head.

In just half a year, after forty, Wang Wenhua obviously felt that the various physiological functions of his body were not as good as before. When he was thirty years old, he often stayed up late to work in the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee, and it was okay to carnival all night, and he was still vigorous at dawn.

Nowadays, let alone an all-nighter, it's just a few hours of sleep late. The next day, he immediately reported that his limbs were weak and malaise, and at worst he had a splitting headache, and he felt that he might collapse and die suddenly at any time. Thinking of the doctor's so-called sub-health during the physical examination, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh miserably.

The car drove to the small hotel where he was staying, and the streets and alleys that were bustling during the day were now quiet and silent.

Wang Wenhua looked at Chairman Haiyang's sleepy head, said "thank you," and instructed the driver to "drive slowly" with kind words, and struggled to raise his steps and walked to the room on his floor.

He had the room card in his hand, and the door to the room was unscrewed by himself. In a standard room where one person lives, I don't know what's going on, there is a person lying there on the other bed......

Who?! He was about to scream in surprise, but when he saw the pair of women's high heels on the floor next to the bed, his exclamation suddenly subsided. It's just that the woman went to the wrong room, or she slept in a daze, or maybe she drank too much.

Just wake her up and go back to her room.

"Yo, you're back!" The lady owed a debt and beckoned him first.

"Wen Feng, why are you here?" Wang Wenhua was taken aback.

"I'm here to talk to you about something. I didn't expect you to come back so late......" Wen Feng opened his eyes and said with a heavy yawn.

"In the afternoon, didn't you go to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" Wang Wenhua thought to himself, if you want to talk about things, I still have to talk to you. But you didn't give me a chance!

"Go to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the afternoon, I'll be back early." Wen Feng told him that he didn't give her a chance.

"Hehe, you must know that this is the case, I won't go to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang!" Wang Wenhua regretted it.

"It doesn't matter. Right now...... We can talk! Wen Feng said, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and came out in good spirits, "Let's go to the café, or talk here?" ”

"This time ......" Wang Wenhua glanced at the time display on his mobile phone, it was already twelve o'clock, "The café has long been closed!" ”

"That's what we're talking about." Wen Feng also looked at the time displayed on his mobile phone, and quickly dialed the room number: "Hey, the main station, send two bottles of beer." Room 318. ”

Although the hotel is small, the service items are complete. After a while, the waiter brought in beer, two glasses, and asked, "Do you need snacks?" Wang Wenhua asked, "What kind of dishes?" Wen Feng waved his hand again and again, "No need." ”

The waiter opens the cap of the beer bottle and pours the frothy beer into the glass.

"Say, how did you become the president of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" Wen Feng clinked glasses with him, and the conversation began, "Did you send a lot of money to buy such an official?" ”

"It's not. I competed with a couple of vice-chairmen. Then, Wang Wenhua roughly described the process of his cultural business activities winning the favor of the secretary of the municipal party committee and squeezing out the old chairman in advance.

"Haha, it doesn't cost money to be an official, and you can succeed by conspiracy!" Wen Feng listened to this process, laughed for a while, and then asked: "The chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, is there any oil and water to fish?" ”

"Nope. Still a beggar gang leader. It's just a pot bowl that has changed its fate. Wang Wenhua smiled bitterly.

"If you don't go to the sea in the literary and artistic industry, you have to live a poor life." Wen Feng said with deep sympathy.

"How are you here? Is the company profitable? Wang Wenhua felt that he should greet the other party's business.

"Normal!" Wen Feng didn't seem very ambitious, "At the beginning, I held a photo exhibition with the District Federation of Literary and Art Circles, but I didn't expect them to be too greedy, and they wanted to put it in their pockets when they earned money." Their greedy look scared even me. ”