Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Damned Bird Faces Up and Doesn't Die for Ten Thousand Years

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After listening to his father's explanation, Wang Zijun's mood fell into an indescribable heaviness. He thought about it for a long time, and finally found a way to get the family out of trouble, but he didn't expect to be ruined by the second uncle's decision.

Wang Zijun was a little stunned, the family of three no longer had any interest in talking, and on the road, there was only the sound of three people kicking and walking.

Because the father and the second uncle chose different paths, the brothers have long lost their former intimacy. Wang Zijun scolded the second uncle hatefully in his heart, obviously delaying your eldest brother's future, and kept saying that it was for the sake of the whole family, you are really selfish! There's a little bit of worldliness, a little bit of snobbery, and even a bit of hypocrisy.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Wang Zijun simply sat up, lit a cigarette, leaned on the head of the bed, squinted his eyes, and tried to search for the remaining wisdom in his exhausted mind, hoping to find some countermeasures that could be implemented.

"Jun, come, drink it!" Mom came in with a bowl, it was Wang Zijun's favorite white fungus lotus seed soup.

"Mom, I'm not hungry, it's not early, you go to sleep quickly!" Mom frowned, opened the window to let the smell of smoke in the air out, and then stuffed the bowl into his hand, Wang Zijun had to take it, scooped it with a small spoon and put it in his mouth, the taste was very pure and pure, the white fungus was also boiled, and it was soft and slippery in his mouth, he drank the lotus seed soup, and the warmth in his heart was also quietly flowing.

Since there is no other way to go, I am the only one who can try it myself! It's not an impulse, it's not hot-headed, he just doesn't want to regret it many years later, there was once a glory that should have belonged to his Wang family, just because of his abandonment!

The thought flashed in his heart, and Wang Zijun suddenly made up his mind. The damned bird is facing upwards, it will not die for thousands of years, anyway, it has come to this, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

It was indeed a sleepless night. When Wang Zijun opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.

I looked at the time, and it was already eight o'clock. Wang Zijun sorted it out carefully, looked at himself in the mirror, looked dignified, magnificent, and smiled secretly.

Breakfast was plentiful as usual. The dried buns are burnt and browned, the egg cakes are very soft, and a plate of washed lettuce is green and oily, and the appetite is great at first glance. Wang Zijun spread the tomato sauce on the omelet, wrapped the lettuce, and swallowed it in a big gulp, so angry that his mother said angrily on the side: "You stupid doll, you hurry up and drink milk, be careful of choking!" ”

Wang Zijun smiled apologetically at his mother, said I'll go out to do something, and left the dinner table.

Even though it's August Day, there is a half-day break in the school (). In addition, today is Sunday, and there are many students playing basketball on the playground on the campus, cheering from time to time, adding a bit of vitality and vitality to the campus.

Wang Zijun walked on the boulevard of the campus, and his mood was particularly cheerful. That's it!

After a while, Wang Zijun came to the family home of the provincial party committee. He wanted to try his luck and see if Secretary Lin was at home. went to the provincial party committee office to find him directly, and he felt that the effect was not as good as at home.

Secretary Lin and Wang Zijun's grandfather don't live far away. The personnel who enter and leave the family home of the provincial party committee are not complicated, so Wang Zijun entered the No. 2 courtyard of the family home of the provincial party committee with high security in the name of seeing his grandfather.

Lin Shu remembered the same style as his grandfather's small style, both of which were products of the same era, when Wang Zijun came to the door of the first person in Jiang Province, he found that the door of his house was hidden, and there was a clear sound of reciting words in the small courtyard.

Knocking softly on the door, Wang Zijun waited quietly.

"Squeak", the door made of wood, was gently opened.

"Hello, are you okay?" A girl with long hair and a very delicate look glanced at Wang Zijun and asked politely.

The girl is very delicate, her eyes are like two pools of spring water, people are cleaned up, that kind of delicate, clean and quiet generosity seems to be deep-rooted, innate, Wang Zijun suddenly has a sense of self-shame, and the good state he has cultivated for a long time in a rich life has disappeared without a trace.

"Well, is Secretary Lin at home?" As soon as the girl spoke, she opened a mouth of peach-petaled teeth, and said in a chirp: "My father said, I won't see a guest today." ”

For a long time afterwards, Wang Zijun could still remember the scene when he saw Lin Yinger for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel "sour and sweet" in his heart.

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