The Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee sounds majestic, but when you really work in it, the working environment is like this...... Well, because everyone is very serious, and it's not even as easy as other departments.

At the local level, a cadre at the department level is at least the head of a county or the director of a bureau below the prefecture-level city, and he has a full-time correspondent under him, and it is easy for him to use a car. But in the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee, Ye Zhiran, the director of a cadre, can only take a bus to and from work.

He thought about buying a Santana to drive, but it was better to keep a low profile and drive a private car to commute to work, which was quite attractive.

Fortunately, the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee is not far from home, and it can be reached in 25 minutes by bus No. 37, and there is no need to transfer buses.

If you cross a long alley in the old residential area across the road, you can save 30 meters of travel.

On this day, he walked through this alley home as usual after work.

This is an old-fashioned Shikumen alley, known locally as an alley. Along the alley to the south, there are seven or eight rows of three-story Shikumen houses next to it. Halfway through, a desperately escaping hen burst out of the vertical aisle in front of her, trying to stir her wings so hard that her feet barely touched the ground.

"Giggles, clucks, ......" shouted all the way and fled in the direction of Ye Zhiran.

Behind her was a young woman wielding a kitchen knife, gritting her teeth and chasing after the hen who had broken free from her palm and fled from the knife, and behind her was a little girl of five or six years old, also waving her little fist and chasing after her, the little girl's expression was diametrically opposed to her mother's, it was an expression of excitement and joy. It probably feels like a game of peek-a-boo.

Ye Zhiran understood a little, it was about the woman who didn't have much experience in killing chickens, and she was not ruthless when she should use the knife, and she was found by the hen to stage a drama of escaping from death. When the hen ran past in a panic, Ye Zhiran kicked and grabbed the hen who was already physically exhausted.

The embarrassed and angry woman chased all the way, and when she saw Ye Zhiran catching the hen, she stopped, and her towering chest rose and fell violently. But he couldn't speak for a while, just gasping for air.

When she took the same exhausted hen from Ye Zhiran's hands, she smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, let you see ...... smile"

The woman took over the desperate hen, and probably felt that the hen that was destined to die "poofed" a bubble of chicken feces sprayed on the lower end of Ye Zhiran's pants.

"Ahh The woman's eyes widened, and she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have a tap water tap at my door, please come and flush it." Chicken poop stinks, and it's not good to stick to your pants. ”

The little girl also ran away at this time. Grabbed her mother's pants and looked at her strange uncle.

“…… It's good. Ye Zhiran hesitated slightly, but decided to take tap water and flush it.

Sure enough, there was a tap water faucet outside the doorway of the woman's residential building, and the woman was holding a knife in one hand and a chicken in the other, hesitating and not knowing whether to kill the chicken first or help Ye Zhiran wash her pants first.

Ye Zhiran asked, "You don't want to kill **?" ”

The woman nodded embarrassedly.

"Why don't you kill people in the vegetable market and take them home?"

"It's not worth it for a dollar."

In just two sentences of dialogue, Ye Zhiran has already judged that this family is living a little tight, and he is reluctant to pay a yuan for killing chickens, and the number of times he comes to eat chickens is also limited. It seems that the little girl has been verified. Sure enough, he was thin and his clothes were extremely ordinary.

Ye Zhiran looked at the woman who was in a dilemma and said, "I'd better kill it, so as not to be run away by it again." ”

The woman probably felt that she was not sure of killing, so she honestly handed the chicken and knife to Ye Zhiran with an embarrassed face.

Ye Zhiran stuffed the hen's head into the two wings and skillfully cut the hen's trachea. With a little force, the blade goes all the way into the hen's cervical vertebrae, then the left hand grips the wings tightly, and the right hand lifts the hen's legs. He bled upside down, threw it into the wooden basin of the woman's house after he was done, and asked, "Soak it in boiling water and pluck it again, right?" ”

The woman nodded and said, "Yes, I can do it myself." ”

He bent down and scrubbed a rag without wringing it out, and said, "Sir, I'll scrub it for you." "Wiped off the for Ye Zhiran, washed the rag a few more times, and wiped the place where Ye Zhiran had been stained with back and forth a few times.

Ye Zhiran felt a little strange in his heart, this woman's appearance is not bad, and her figure is also very good, why is her situation worse than ordinary people? What about the men in her family? If she came back in the evening, it seemed that there was no need for this woman who had more difficulty killing chickens than others killing cows.

After doing all this, the woman in her early thirties raised her slightly red face and thanked her again: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, Xiaojuan wouldn't have been able to eat chicken tonight." Xiaojuan, come over and thank you, uncle. ”

The little girl was not afraid of life at all, and said crisply: "Thank you, uncle." ”

On the way home, Ye Zhiran couldn't help but shake his head and feel funny, he helped people catch chickens for no reason, and helped people kill chickens, and he also made a stink.

Zhang Nianyue sat on the TV on the sofa in the living room, and saw that Ye Zhiran, who came back a little later, had a wet trouser leg, and asked in surprise: "Wood, what's the matter?" ”

Ye Zhiran told the story of what happened, Zhang Nianyue turned her face and asked, "Is that woman beautiful?" ”

"Huh? That chicken is fluttering and running over, where can I get a man? ”

"It's time to clear the chickens, right?"

"Well, it looks pretty good."

Zhang Nianyue, the lion roared in Hedong: "Wood!" No meeting tonight! ”

Ye Zhiran, who had suffered from the unjustified disaster, had nothing to do, went into the room to change his pants, came out and handed them to his aunt to wash, and accosted Zhang Nianyue with a straight face, Zhang Nianyue looked like he was ignoring it.

Life is always like this, and it is a little interesting in the ordinary.

After the plaster on his arm was removed, Ye Zhiran had resumed his morning run. Every day, he starts from the community, passes through this long alley, runs all the way to the foot of the tea mountain in the south of the city, and then turns back, going back and forth for 40 minutes. The intensity is just right.

A few days later, he walked through the alley and met the woman who killed the chicken, but this time, instead of a kitchen knife, she was pushing a bicycle with a thick stack of newspapers on the shelf of her school bag.

"Ahh It's you? ”

"Hmm, it's you?"

The moment the two met, they were both slightly stunned. This time, the woman somewhat understood that this strange man lived not far away. She asked, slightly surprised, "You work out early?" ”

Most of the early exercisers are elderly retired employees, and people of Ye Zhiran's age are rare.

"yes." Ye Zhiran pointed to the newspaper in her hand and asked, "You deliver the newspaper?" ”

The woman said, "No, I sell newspapers myself." ”

Selling newspapers? She wouldn't make a living out of it, would she?

"Oh, that's it, see you then."

Ye Zhiran ran forward, the woman waved her hand, looking at Ye Zhiran's running back, she probably felt a little strange, smiled for no reason, and shook her head again.

In the following month, Ye Zhiran met her three more times on the way from work or during morning exercises, each time he smiled, nodded, and occasionally said: "Got off work?" "Morning exercise again? "Selling newspapers? Wait, just two or three sentences, neither of them talked about anything else. However, this clean woman in her thirties is not a weak woman, she speaks and acts with a sense of simplicity, stubbornness and determination, like a person who can support the family independently.

The Spring Festival of '97 is coming soon.

Zhang Hengliang and Ye Qingli, who had been transferred to the NJ Military Region in Suzhou Province for a year, returned to Changjia for the New Year, and Ye Zhiran and Zhang Nianyue naturally rushed from the provincial capital to meet.

Suddenly, a few years have passed, and although Ye Lao, who lives in Changjia, is still in good spirits, his actions have been a little slow. When it came to Zhang Nianyue, Ye Lao laughed "hehe" and talked cordially with his granddaughter. In the old man's heart, Zhang Nianyue is undoubtedly his favorite junior.

"Ye Lao, how are you doing lately?" Ye Zhiran followed behind Zhang Nianyue and greeted when he saw Ye Lao.

Zhang Nianyue said unhappily: "You can't call grandpa?" ”

Ye Zhiran, who had heartfelt respect for Ye Lao, scratched his head and shouted, "Grandpa, I wish you a happy New Year." ”

Ye Lao said with a pleasant face: "Xiao Ye is good, I often listen to Nianyue praise you." ”

Zhang Nianyue raised her chin at Ye Zhiran, and Ye Zhiran immediately praised it very knowingly: "My wife is so good." Turning her face, her mother-in-law, Ye Qingli, was walking in from the back door of the living room, probably hearing his words, and she was very appreciative. Ye Zhiran stuck out his tongue and shouted, "Mom is here?" When did it arrive? ”

"Hengliang and I arrived at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhang Nianyue went up and grabbed her mother's hand, and said with a smile: "Mom is getting younger and more beautiful, what about my dad?" ”

"In the back, talk to your brother."

Zhang Nianyue let out an "oh" and said, "Wood, you accompany your grandfather and mother to talk, and I will go to Nianheng, they must be talking about work." ”

Ye Zhiran nodded, turned around and asked Ye Lao: "Grandpa, why is Uncle Cai not here?" ”

"Ah Cai went to the capital, and their family was reunited in the capital."

Ye Qingli interjected and said: "Xiao Ye, Nian Heng wants to work at the Yangtze River Provincial Architectural Design Institute, and his father is doing his ideological work, so you can talk to him later." ”

Ye Zhiran said: "Okay, what do you mean by Dad?" ”

In the family of eunuchs, there are not many people whose children concentrate on technology. Zhang Nianheng is reluctant to give up the architectural design major, and it is commendable to continue to develop in this field after graduation.

Ye Qingli said: "His father once wanted him to join the army after graduating from his bachelor's degree, but this kid didn't want to. Now that he is about to graduate from graduate school, if he wants to pursue a major, the PLA General Logistics Department also needs talents in this area, and besides, he is also very capable of computer viruses and network remote security precautions, which is very much needed by the military. ”

I see.

Ye Zhiran somewhat understood that the difference between their father and son was on whether Zhang Nianheng would go to the army for development or for local development.

"Dad means to let him work in the military system?"

Ye Qingli nodded.

"I see, then I will persuade him later. Since he can continue to be professional when he arrives in the army, Nianheng should do ideological work. ”

Ye Qingli opened the back door and said softly: "When the child is older, he often has a rebellious mentality, and you may have unexpected effects when communicating with him." ”