Six

In view of Wang Puji's health condition and the actual difficulties of his family, Zhaoguantun Middle School and the Chiping County Education Bureau had to reluctantly cut his love and agree to his transfer. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, at that time, it was like a "25,000-mile long march" to make a transfer, and there were as many as 16 passes, large and small, in addition to the units to which the transfers were made, as well as the relevant administrative departments of the counties, prefectures, and cities where they were located, such as personnel, labor-management, household registration, grain, and education.

Coupled with the bureaucratic style of traveling on official documents and passing the buck to each other, his transfer will be swaying back and forth in Jinan today, Chiping tomorrow, the Personnel Bureau today, and the Public Security Bureau tomorrow. This is a bitter Wang Puji, he endured the torture of illness, slept in the open air, rode a motorcycle again and again, and "wolf scurried" on the potholed road between Jinan Chiping and Chiping Jinan.

From spring to summer, from summer to autumn, he ran for most of the year, until he ran a brand-new motorcycle in a mottled and miserable way.

At the beginning, Wang Puji rushed to the education district of the Jinan Railway Branch to inquire about the business transfer letter, and the comrades in the education area said that the letter had already been sent, and we still wondered, why did we not hear back for a long time? And took out the registered stub of the letter and asked Wang Puji to bring it for future reference. Wang Puji did not dare to delay, so he returned to Chiping County on the same day to inquire, and replied that he had not received it.

Wang Puji was shocked into a cold sweat, and came to the post office with the registered stub, only to find that the official letter had already arrived and had not been sent. When sending the archives to Jinan, Wang Puji, who was anxious, found the person in charge of the archives and asked if he could seal the files and bring them back himself, but he was refused.

"Then please send it quickly!" At that time, it had been more than three months since Jinan's business investigation letter was issued, and Wang Puji was worried that the other party would seal his mouth again because he had not heard back for a long time. However, he only got a sentence: "You go back and wait, this matter has to be studied again." ”

Wang Puji was angry and anxious, but what could he do? Burning incense and kowtowing, worshipping and knocking, tossing so much that people are almost going to fall, and the matter has just been done less than halfway.

Li Yulan has been teaching at school all the time, and it is useless to be anxious, so she finally waited for her son Wang Yan to have summer vacation. Li Yulan explained to her son: "Let's run with my father, you see that your father is so tired, if something happens on the road, he won't even report the news!" ”

Chiping, Jinan; Jinan, Chiping...... In July and August, Wang Puji took his son to run back and forth eleven times in a month! The sun was scorching, and the asphalt was roasting like the bottom of a hot pot. Wang Puji drove a motorcycle, took his son to the place, did not dare to slack off at all, upstairs and downstairs, this door and that door, looking for one department after another, asking one by one, tossing so much that he only wanted to die, he gasped for breath, put his hand against the unbearable pain in his abdomen, and sighed several times when he looked up to the sky, it was difficult!

Once, Wang Puji drove past Jiaomiao, only to feel a sharp pain in his abdomen, his eyes were full of golden flowers, the hand of the driving handle seemed to be disobedient, and the motorcycle swayed left and right on the highway to play "dragon". The son sitting in the back seat saw that the situation was not good, and shouted anxiously: "Dad, stop!" Daddy, stop it! Wang Puji gritted his teeth, tried his best to stabilize the car, and slowly stopped.

"Daddy, Daddy!" The son screamed in a hurry, and shook his father who had fainted vigorously with tears. After a long while, Wang Puji slowly opened his eyes, looked at his frightened son in front of him, shook his head sadly, and let out a long sigh.

"Dad, take a break, I'll take you." The son wiped his tears and handed him the kettle, then turned and struggled to lift the motorcycle up.

"Good boy, you have grown up and can help your father." Wang Puji held his son's thin shoulders and struggled to get up and stepped onto the back seat of the motorcycle with difficulty. He put his arms around his son tightly, leaned his head on his son's back, and his nose was sore.

Wang Puji's "grown-up" son had just turned 12 years old that year.

A 12-year-old boy drove a motorcycle, took his seriously ill father, and crawled on the road to Jinan under the scorching sun. Sensible children, in order to let Dad complete the transfer as soon as possible and settle down as soon as possible......

Wang Puji, our good classmate, how could fate torture you so much!

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