At this time, Xue Xiang moved out of the reason for sending the red envelope, and promised to keep it secret, which relieved their worries.

After receiving the red envelopes, the children ran away shouting as if they had blown up the camp, and they could be heard discussing what spring thunder to buy from a distance.

Sending away a group of children, Xue Xiang waited to continue walking, but before he could turn around, he heard a strange but familiar greeting coming, "You Xue Xiang still have the ability, even Nier and a few of them can send out the red envelopes." ”

Xue Xiang turned his head, and what caught his eye was a simple and old but charitable and sad face, who else was not the head of Zhenhua?

After careful calculation, the last time Xue Xianglu saw Chief Zhenhua was in August last year, and it has only been more than half a year since now.

But Xue Xiang felt that for most of the past half a year, for Chief Zhenhua, it had gone very fast.

The past half a year has not only dyed half of Zhenhua's hair white, polished his sideburns, but also carved new dense grooves on his already densely patterned forehead, and his already skinny body was almost too thin to hold his clothes.

"Xue Xiang, Happy New Year!"

As he spoke, Chief Zhenhua smiled and stretched out his hand.

Speaking of which, Xue Xiang was rude, originally Chief Zhenhua had already greeted him, so he should have replied, but at this moment, Xue Xiang was stupid and silent, which was already a great offense, and let Chief Zhenhua greet him a second time.

At this moment, seeing Xue Xiang stunned, Chief Zhenhua didn't care at all, but there was still a trace of warmth in his heart. He reads a lot of people, and he can understand the content in Xue Xiang's eyes.

"Chief, you've lost weight!"

Xue Xiang didn't say anything New Year's words, and finally stretched out his hands and held the big hand of Chief Zhenhua tightly.

"You're not fat!"

Chief Zhenhua smiled and patted Xue Xiang on the shoulder, "How is it, are you okay in Mingzhu?" I heard that you are making trouble in Mingzhu again, and you refuse to live anywhere! ”

Xue Xiang was waiting to be decomposed. Chief Zhenhua waved his hand. "Needless to say, what needs to be done, you have to do it, as long as you decide it's right. Something good for the people. Just let it go. I know you're a good boy, remember, you don't do anything. You will never make a mistake, don't be afraid of others saying that what our country and this party want is people who dare to do things, Xue Xiang, do it well! ”

After speaking, Chief Zhenhua let go of Xue Xiang's big hand and strode away.

Far away, his thin body seemed to be destroyed by the cold wind at any time, but his waist was straight, and every step was so steady and powerful, and suddenly, snowflakes flew in the sky, like cotton, and gradually, the emaciated figure of the head of Zhenhua was annihilated by the wind and snow, and Xue Laosan's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

He knows a lot of things, he can't say it, and he is not qualified to say it, but he remembers Chief Zhenhua's care and kindness to him in this life!

Wiping the corners of his eyes and cleaning up his mood, Xue Xiang continued to walk towards the big tile house.

Walking to the door, Xue Xiang suddenly stopped and stared at the red Yan in front of the door.

Speaking of which, the old chief is at the pinnacle, but his family is also like ordinary people for the New Year, and he still has to paste Spring Festival couplets and hang New Year's paintings.

There is nothing new in the New Year's paintings, the left door holds the whip Chi Gong, the right door holds Qin Shubao, Xue Xiangqian has seen countless times in this life, so naturally he will not pay attention.

It's this Spring Festival couplet, as soon as it comes into his eyes, Xue Xiang has the urge to take it into his arms and take it back home.

It turned out that Xue Xiang saw that this was the old chief's handwriting, and the two handwritten books given by Xue Anyuan on his sixtieth birthday and when he Xue Lao's third marriage were the same.

Shanglian, New Year's Yuqing; Downlink, the festival number Changchun; It also happens to be Xue Xiang's favorite Spring Festival couplet.

"Little comrade, please go to the northeast to rest in Building No. 3!"

Xue Xiangzheng was fascinated, but a voice came from his ears, and when he looked up, it was a white middle-aged man in a Mao suit.

Xue Xiang, who has been to the Plum Garden, naturally knows the rules of the Plum Garden, and the little characters who come with the elders can indeed only rest in Building No. 3.

"Thank you!"

Xue Xiang handed two jars of pickled three peppers to Bai Jing middle-aged, then turned around and prepared to retire.

After saying this, Xue Xiang really breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It turned out that somehow, the longer he hadn't seen each other, the more he was afraid of these old men, he didn't want to come now, but since Xue Anyuan confessed, it would naturally be impossible not to come.

But even if he came involuntarily, Xue Xiang didn't want to be noticed.

Originally, according to Xue Xiang's assumption, the best result was to go to the ground, hand over the gift, and the cat would stand in the pile of people for a while, and then watch it slip away.

In this way, the etiquette has been exhausted, and he got out unscathed, which can be described as the "law of both worlds".

Who would have thought that the current result would be even better than the two methods, and he didn't have to enter the door at all, and he handed over this special gift, and the old chief naturally knew that he had come.

In this way, his heart has been delivered, and it couldn't be better.

"It's Xue Xiang outside the door, right?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xue Laosan took a step, the familiar voice of Old Man An came from the room, and he usually heard the familiar voice to the point of numbness, but at this moment, it sounded as if a thunder sounded in Xue Xiang's ears, and there was only one word left in his heart: inch!

"What, you're Xue Xiang?"

The middle-aged man who spoke white and grabbed Xue Xiang's arm.

This white middle-aged man is the new life secretary of the old chief, although he has not seen Xue Xiang, but he has heard his name, and he knows the relationship between the Xue family and the old chief, and just now, when he was waiting for a few old comrades to gather in the house, it was this Xue Yanei that the old leaders talked about.

Rao is heart was full of bitter water, but since it was discovered, Xue Xiang could only step into the door with the white middle-aged man.

The main house of the plum garden is still the original scene, the courtyard is not big, the vegetables are like cuts, and the chickens and ducks are flocks, at this moment, Xue Laosan has no intention of looking at the scenery in the garden, because Fang stepped into the gate, he saw the people sitting in the hall, almost all of them are the ones he is most afraid of seeing, but he has to see.

In addition to the old leader An in the main seat, and the southern comrades standing on the side, Old Man An, Wu Lao, Shi Lao, Chief Geyang, Old Mother, Uncle Dou and other old comrades were present one by one.

In addition, there are also second-generation junjie of several families standing in the hall, An Zaihai, secretary of the Wuzhong Provincial Party Committee of the Anjia family, Shi Guozhong, secretary of the Jianghuai Provincial Party Committee of the Shi family, Wu Tiege, the governor of eastern Zhejiang of the Wu family, and Comrade Fei Lun, who is quite familiar to Xue Xiang who has never met the old mother.

When Xue Xiang saw this prominent person, people also saw him, Rao is Xue Laosan asked himself about his spleen and tiger guts, and at this moment, he was also overwhelmed by the eyes of Rushan.

Originally, from the compound to the hall, there was only a distance of more than 20 meters, and Xue Laosan was stunned and walked step by step for nearly half a minute.

Before entering the door, seeing An Zaihai frowning at him, Xue Laosan came back to his senses, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he hurriedly said New Year's greetings.

After a few shriveled New Year's greetings, the old man An blew his beard, and he couldn't wait to use the crutch in his hand to give Xue Xiang a few blows, so that his elm pimple head would open up and figure out what place this was.

Speaking of which, it's not that Xue Laosan can't see the big scene, thinking that back then, when he first came to the Plum Garden, he dared to tell the story of the king of the island country to the leaders, but at that time he was high-spirited and free and smart.

Why is today's Xue Laosan not as good as before? The root cause is nothing more than a change in the identity of Xue Laosan today.

From the original young age, he has become an official at a certain level in the republican system, and with the increase of official rank, his experience and insight have already undergone earth-shaking changes.

Speaking of which, he Xue was also an official of the Republic in his previous life, but in fact, the staff member of the Party History Office where he used to work could not even reach the top boss of a district, so he could hardly be regarded as a person in the officialdom.

And today's Xue Laosan, now it is not what it used to be, his eyes are wide open, the more he knows the Tao, the more he naturally is in awe.

At this moment, think about Xue Laosan, who was talking eloquently in this room back then, is just an ignorant and fearless, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

"It's really Xue Xiang, Lange saw it like a different person, just now, I Lange saw that you just arrived at the door, and you were ready to leave, what does this mean, my old man is living so old, it's the first time I've seen you kid like this New Year's greeting!"

After Xue Xiang finished saying New Year's greetings, he was staying on the side in extreme embarrassment, and the old chief, the master here, finally spoke.

Xue Xiang sneered, he didn't know how to answer, he wouldn't say anything who was in the way, this was a stupid thing, not only made the immortals and Buddhas present look down on him, but he was simply offending the old chief's intimate person in death.

"I think this kid is a thief!"

Old Man An stepped forward in time and resolved the embarrassment for Xue Laosan.

The old chief smiled: "Be a thief? Why, what's going on with this monkey baby! ”

"Nan Lao, haven't you heard that someone in our Sijiu City is marrying a princess recently?"

Old Man An answered with a smile, and then told Xue Xiangqian about the earth-shattering movements that Xue Xiang had made when he married Kang Guizhi a few years ago.

Old man An was born as a literati, and his writing was excellent, and in a few words, he described the movements of that day vividly, especially focusing on the most outstanding gifts and received more than 100,000 gifts.

Rao is Xue Xiangzhi Dao'an, the old man, this is to relieve himself again, and by the way, he prepared a book for the absurdity of that day, but when he got the word "more than 100,000", he still let out a cold sweat.

Xue Laosan was waiting for the interface to decompose, and then he heard Old Man An say: "Who knew that this kid's life was not lucky, so a group of people from the Red Cross Society intercepted it!" ”

"Nonsense, it's just nonsense!"

Old man An's voice fell, and the old chief tapped the table lightly, revealing his attitude, "I originally thought that you had gone through the wind and rain outside all these years, seen the world, and should grow up, Lange knows that you are a fool, and you are still so noisy, I think so, you Sun Monkey still come back, go to the central organ to sit and grind, when will you grind off the edges and corners of your body, when will you go down!" (To be continued......)