After the head of the cadre unit went to the artillery battalion to serve as a political instructor, the cadre unit was left with three people: Officer Wei, Yang Wenbin, and He Jie. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a blink of an eye, Yang Wenbin has been helping in the cadre unit for more than a month, and every day, he lives in the company and goes to work in the cadre unit. Due to the different work and rest times, those who work overtime at night often do not return to the company until eleven or twelve o'clock, which is indeed a lot of inconvenience in life.

Considering this situation, Officer Wei arranged for Yang Wenbin to move to the dormitory opposite the cadre.

Officer Wei moved to the bed of the original head of the cadre unit, and then Yang Wenbin moved to the bed where Secretary Wei lived.

In this way, even if you work overtime until 11 or 2 o'clock in the middle of the night and walk two steps to the dormitory, you don't need to walk so late at night and waste time on the way back and forth!

Then Secretary Wei and He Jie, the coordinator, also moved to the agency and lived in the dormitory of the organization unit.

In this way, the two substitute training officers have made their work easier.

Due to the fact that the cadres below the rank of deputy battalion have not yet been studied by the division party committee, although the regiment has already completed the report, it still cannot be put in place.

In this way, before the Spring Festival, no one in the cadre unit, Wei Officer, Yang Wenbin, and He Jie could take a vacation. During the Spring Festival, they all stayed on duty in the cadre unit.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve.

Various activities were arranged during the Spring Festival in the group.

However, Yang Wenbin has been busy, rotating all day long, almost without stopping.

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, the troupe held a theatrical performance.

Each battalion also came up with its own specialty.

For example, the majestic gong and drum team of the first battalion, the dragon dance of the second battalion, the lion dance of the third battalion, the waist drum of the tank battalion, and the Yangge team of the artillery battalion.

Yang Wenbin, what shocked him the most was the majestic gong and drum team of the first battalion.

In front of a team of 100 people, a big drum was placed, and the soldiers were dressed in velvet jackets, their white hair was exposed, a white handkerchief was tied to their foreheads, and two red ribbons were tied to the drumsticks.

Fighters participating in the performance, along with the drum beat of the conductor. "Knock-knock-knock--,knock-", from slow to fast, knocked up.

They sometimes beat the drum surface, sometimes beat the drum gang, accompanied by the heartfelt shout, the scene is very warm, very shocking, very inspiring, bringing a breath of the Loess Plateau.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, at seven o'clock, a fireworks show was held in the regiment, and all the officers and men of the regiment gathered on the north playground, and then the regiment arranged for the soldiers to set off fireworks on time at seven o'clock.

The warriors lit fireworks in the ground and sent a dazzling glow into the sky.

All kinds of fireworks were set off for more than half an hour, and they were finished.

During the fireworks, the soldiers looked at the fireworks in the sky excitedly, as if they had returned to their hometown and reunited with their parents.

This situation reminded Yang Wenbin of a poem, "The fire trees and silver flowers never sleep, the brothers and sisters dance, and the singing sings through the full moon." Not one person can lead. That allows all the ethnic groups to live together in Khotan, and the good night festival is even more unprecedented. ”

Of course, for grassroots cadres, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the old rules and helping soldiers stand guard are essential subjects.

When he returned to the office building after watching the fireworks show, Yang Wenbin found that the sentry posts of each station were replaced by cadres from each company.

Coincidentally, when he passed in front of the office building, he found that the person standing guard in the organ building turned out to be the platoon commander Gao Xingbo, and he was very moved.

What's even funnier is that the platoon leader Xingbo, when he saw him passing by, he gave him a naughty salute, Yang Wenbin glanced at him, smiled, and returned the salute in a similar way.

When I got back to the office, it was already nine or ten o'clock.

At this time, the correspondent of the Political Department went from house to room to inform the officers on duty in each unit that at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, dumplings would be cooked in the canteen of the agency, and everyone who wanted to eat could go over and eat them.

Yang Wenbin remembered that at this time last year, he was still organizing the soldiers of the second company of the artillery battalion to make dumplings and cook dumplings, but at this time, he didn't need to wrap them, just eat them! .

Back in the office, Yang Wenbin felt a little lonely, he thought: "My parents should also start making dumplings."

If you're at home, are you making dumplings at this time? Ready to cook dumplings?

What is Li Chunhua doing, is he also making dumplings? Did he miss himself? ”

While he was thinking about it, the phone on the desk rang.

"At this time, how can there be a phone call?" He felt very strange and picked it up.

"Hey, is it a cadre unit? I'm a guest house. "The voice of the guard platoon commander of the guest house keeper came over the phone.

"The political commissar asked me to ask, who is on duty in the political office? Inform the person on duty that at twelve o'clock, go to the No. 1 restaurant on the first floor of the guest house to eat. ”

Yang Wenbin asked, "Are all the people on duty in the organs going?" ”

"No, the political commissar said it, just ask the political department." The guard platoon commander said.

It's been so long since he was in the group, and Yang Wenbin hasn't gone to the guest house to eat.

He always felt that there was some mystery there, his identity, and it was difficult to have a chance to eat there. Because, in general, there are leaders from organs above the level of entertainer who come to inspect and guide the work, and they themselves are not ranked at all.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, he was very touched by the fact that the political commissar could arrange for the officials to go to the guest house for a meal.

When he arrived at the guest house, he found that the head of the propaganda unit, the organization officer, the propaganda officer, the security officer, well, a full table, except for the head on duty and the people in the guest house, the rest were the cadres on duty in the political department.

On the big round table, there are more than a dozen dishes, two hot pots, steaming, very lively, and some beer.

Commissar Niu, starting at another table, ate at the same table with the other chiefs.

Everyone, when we had dinner in the evening, it was already more than six o'clock, and now, five or six hours have passed, and we are all a little hungry. When the political commissar asked everyone to pad the mat first, everyone feasted and ate happily.

When everyone was halfway through eating, Commissar Niu came over and toasted everyone.

"Come on, come on, everyone pour all the wine in their glasses, and I'll toast everyone!" The commissar raised his glass and said.

Seeing that the political commissar came to toast, everyone was flattered and poured their glasses full of beer.

However, Qi Bin did not have wine in his cup, he poured boiled water, and he said: "I don't know how to drink, I will be allergic when I drink it." ”

At this time, the head of the propaganda unit stabbed Qi Bin and said in a low voice: "The political commissar toasts you still don't drink, if it's not good, just have a drink." ”

Qi Bin still insisted on not drinking.

At this time, the political commissar spoke: "Qi Bin doesn't need to drink, he usually doesn't drink." ”

"Well, touch it!" The political commissar raised his glass, touched it with everyone and said, "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone has worked very hard in the past year, and they are still on duty, and the regiment's political work last year can achieve such good results and everyone's hard work is inseparable. Cheers everybody! ”

This time, no one shied back, and drank all the beer or water in their glasses.

Then the political commissar poured another glass of wine and said, "I'll have a drink with a few of you daipei officials." You are welcome to work in political organs, which are the face of the chief and the assistant to the chief, and I hope you will study more, work more, and contribute more. Repay with excellent results and repay the trust and care of the regiment party committee.

I have always looked down on the cadres of the political department and loved them deeply.

Let's see, there are no other organs today, they are all cadres of our political organs. I wish you all a Happy Chinese New Year. Done! ”

Everyone drank their glasses of wine one after another, showing their respect for the chief.