Changning, Office of the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.

Lan Xinyue suggested, Secretary Li, I talked to Dai Jianbo, and he agreed to appoint the deputy secretary general of the city. Li Xuegang said, then start the adjustment. Lan Xinyue took out another copy of the adjustment plan for the county and district re-election team and handed it over, silently waiting for the secretary to look through it carefully.

Li Xuegang raised his eyes and asked, is this Ning Zhiyuan the secretary of the party committee who introduced the flower dance project last time? Lan Xinyue replied, yes, very good. Then, he took out Ning Zhiyuan's resume from his bag and said, last month, I went to the county to investigate, and the construction of the party building demonstration site in Xinglong Town is very distinctive, the theme is loud, the work is implemented effectively, and many experiences are worth summarizing and promoting in the city.

Li Xuegang smiled and said, Okay, let's put it like this. Lan Xinyue said, please sign it, and we will promote the preliminary work. Li Xue just took the plan and signed his name.

Back in the office, Lan Xinyue called up Ning Zhiyuan's phone on her mobile phone, thought about it, changed her name again, and said with a smile after dialing, girl, are you busy? Luo Wanjun replied with a smile, why did Sister Yue'er suddenly remember that her sister was here? Lan Xinyue smiled and said, you don't come to visit your sister anymore. Luo Wanjun smiled, recently, I will come to Changning. Lan Xinyue said happily, Okay, I'll call Zhiyuan then. Luo Wanjun immediately understood what he meant, and asked in a low voice, the county team plan has been decided? Lan Xinyue answered the question, and mentioned that Shi Wanqing was very good, and everyone's response was very good. Then hung up the phone.

Luo Wanjun Bingxue was smart, and immediately contacted Ning Zhiyuan, but the phone rang for a long time and no one answered, so she sent a text message: Xiaoxiao drizzle meets evening sunshine.

At this time, Ning Zhiyuan was speaking at the town's meeting to change the style and warm the hearts of the people. After the meeting, I slowly returned to the office with a teacup, opened my mobile phone and looked at it, and suddenly deleted the message with a smile in my heart, put down my mobile phone, and got up to water the weed on the windowsill.

A week later, Xue Jiaju was appointed deputy secretary of the Yuezhou County Party Committee and acting county magistrate, Xia Yongjiang was appointed deputy secretary of the county party committee, and Shi Wanqing was appointed member of the Standing Committee of the county party committee and head of the organization department. After Lan Xinyue, member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Minister of Organization, personally sent it, she went back to Changning. Zhou Lianyi, a member of the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee, walked out of the conference room, inadvertently passed by Ning Zhiyuan's side, and touched his arm. Ning Zhiyuan greeted, congratulations to the female classmates, congratulations to the Zhou ministry. The next step is to start the re-election. Zhou Lianyi whispered, and then hurried a few steps to catch up with Lan Xinyue in front.

He walked out of the county party committee compound with a calm face, walked to a side street, and then stood in a secluded place waiting for the driver to drive over. During this time, he was very low-key, usually holding meetings in the county party committee, and the car was generally parked outside the conference room, but now he asked the driver to stand outside the county party committee compound, and then contact him after the meeting to pick him up. He was surging in his heart, and he estimated that Shi Wanqing would adjust his post, and he was "Xiaoxiao drizzle meets evening sunshine", taking over the Standing Committee of the county party committee and the propaganda minister.

Seeing that it was still early, I decided to go to the cultural center. When he saw Shi Lingling, he was stunned. The originally thin man was now only skinny and bones, and he stood at the desk and slowly pressed the rice paper. He asked in surprise, Brother Shi, what's wrong with you?

Shi Lingling raised his eyes, smiled, and said, You haven't been here for a long time. He put down his briefcase and said that there had been a lot of things lately. Shi Lingling walked slowly to the inner room and took out the tea leaves to make tea for him.

The two of them took a sip of tea soup for a while, and Shi Lingling said, I will prepare a few calligraphy and paintings for you, as well as tea pieces, and you can take them away to keep a souvenir later, I may not be able to. He let out a scream.

Shi Lingling said, I am in the advanced stage of liver cirrhosis, and now I have obvious ascites. With tears in his eyes, he asked in a trembling voice why he didn't go to the hospital. Shi Lingling shook his head, this is an incurable disease, I don't want to waste time lying in the hospital, there are a few things I haven't finished yet, I'll go back to my hometown in the countryside when I'm done, and I'll sleep back to my roots.

Ning Zhiyuan's tears began to flow out, what a good New Year's friend, but the world is impermanent, and everyone is powerless in the face of illness.

Shi Lingling finally said, I have done everything else to explain, there are a few words I want to say to you, brother, I have been sitting in this quiet cultural center for decades, the development of Yuezhou has changed day by day in my eyes, Yuezhou culture has a long history, but these years have not paid enough attention, in the future you have the opportunity to stand on a higher platform and do more things in this regard. He nodded silently.

Holding a large bag of items given by Shi Lingling, he walked out of the cultural center with heavy steps. The driver took the things in his hand, he looked back at the big characters on the plaque of "Yuezhou Cultural Center", remembered Shi Lingling's instructions, his heart was sad, and he was full of reverence, as if he had taken over the heavy responsibility passed on by Shi Lingling's generation.

may be destined for this generation to always have a tortuous road, or perhaps it is Ning Zhiyuan's personal life that is bumpy. An hour before the inspection team of the municipal party committee left, Li Xuegang, secretary of the municipal party committee, called over and said beyond doubt that the Yuezhou team was replaced by Tang Xingpeng, director of the municipal employment office, Ning Zhiyuan. Without waiting for Lan Xinyue to speak, she hung up the phone over there.

Lan Xinyue sat on a chair, holding her mobile phone, and remained silent for a long time. She was afraid to tell Luo Wanjun that this girl would definitely find her father immediately, and if Luo Guoping Geng came forward, Li Xuegang would inevitably blame himself for leaking secrets, which was a serious violation of the principles of the organization.

After sitting for a long time, she called Zhou Lianyi and arranged the requirements of the secretary of the municipal party committee. Zhou Lianyi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, but he had to nod and rush to Yuezhou with his people.

Sitting at the venue of the county's cadre conference, Ning Zhiyuan's head buzzed suddenly, and frustration, disappointment, and sadness suddenly overflowed in his heart. The surprise of this sudden attack was completely beyond his imagination. He didn't understand why this result had suddenly happened, was there something wrong with him, but he couldn't remember it at all.

Regardless of Yu Bing, director of the county government F office, or Fang Yihang, director of the county education bureau, as long as he is a candidate determined by the organization, as a party member, he must completely obey the organizational arrangement, which is the requirement of party spirit, and he cannot care about personal gains and losses.

Walking out of the conference room, the sky was gloomy, and suddenly the sun was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

He returned to the Xinglong Town office, closed the door, stood in front of the window, and silently looked at the jar river outside. The kindergarten in the distance has been put into use, but there are still workers who continue to improve the flower platform and other ancillary facilities.

He didn't want to call Lan Xinyue and Luo Wanjun to ask, after all, they were just concerned from the perspective of friends; I don't want to ask Fang Xuan, secretary of the county party committee, who to use and who not to use is the organization's decision, and there is no reason why you must be used. He felt the strength of the organization, almost cold, and this strength turned into a heavy blow at this point. In the past few years, he has even lost Xue Yunshi and a warm family for this, but now, it makes it difficult for him to breathe and speak, so he can only bury his depression and sadness deep in his heart.

He turned around and went into the bedroom, turned off his phone, pulled the quilt over his head, and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, Lan Xinyue was also guessing, not knowing how Ning Zhiyuan would react when he saw the result. She was hesitating whether to call Dai Kanlan or Luo Wanjun. Ning Zhiyuan's affairs are beyond the scope of her left and right, according to the convention, a deputy position, she can completely call the shots, she can't guess why the secretary of the municipal party committee took the organizational risk of temporarily adjusting personnel to replace Ning Zhiyuan.

After raising for a long time, she called Fang Xuan, secretary of the Yuezhou County Party Committee. Fang Xuan replied, Secretary Xuegang told me that if the provincial leaders intervened, they could only adjust Ning Zhiyuan. He spat out the word "only" very heavily. Lan Xinyue put down the phone and immediately became angry, on the one hand, a greeting replaced the decision of the first-level party organization; On the other hand, as a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Minister of Organization, he was completely unaware. Although the secretary of the county party committee has the right to make suggestions to the team at this level, it is only a suggestion, and Li Xuegang directly decided on the basis of Fang Xuan's suggestion, and for the newly appointed organization minister, he should have an opinion.

At the end of the inspection of various counties and districts, she is listening to the reports of each group. At this time, Secretary Yang Xiaofang approached and said, Reporter Luo is in your office. She sighed and instructed the executive deputy minister of the Organization Department, you preside over the report meeting first, and I will go back as soon as I go.

Seeing Lan Xinyue, Luo Wanjun said happily, Sister Yue'er, today is so beautiful! Lan Xinyue straightened her short hair, I'm in my forties, my sister is old, how dare I compare with you, a girl in her twenties. Luo Wanjun enthusiastically came over and held her arm and said, are you inspecting the county team?

Looking at Luo Wanjun with a bright face, she hesitated and said, this time, Zhiyuan failed to go. Luo Wanjun said with a smile, Sister Yue'er is joking. Seeing Lan Xinyue's serious face, she said eagerly, isn't the plan decided? Lan Xinyue shook her head. Luo Wanjun frowned and asked, what is the reason? Have a report? Lan Xinyue still shook her head.

Luo Wanjun stood up with a snort and spat foul language, then I will interview a yarn. After a pause, he said, I'll go to Yuezhou. After saying that, he walked out of the office in a rough manner. Looking at the hurried back, Lan Xinyue sighed, feeling deeply uneasy.

Luo Wanjun called as she walked and asked, Zhiyuan, where are you? Ning Zhiyuan replied with a smile, I am in Wild Rock Beach. Luo Wanjun said, you wait, I will set off from Changning immediately. Ning Zhiyuan said, okay. Listening to his relaxed tone, it didn't seem to be affected at all.

The fellow reporter had already driven the car fast, but Luo Wanjun still felt that it was too slow, and said, let me drive it. A fellow reporter said, no, you're emotionally unstable. She had no choice but to give up and close her eyes with her phone.

She couldn't say why she had to help him. Since the day she met, she was deeply attracted by this young man from the grassroots, he exuded a special temperament, seemingly melancholy but sunny, seemingly ordinary but detached, seemingly stepping on black soil but looking at the starry sky, she always wanted to look at his deep eyes to explore that interesting soul, I don't know if this is love, or similar to love, anyway, now when I see other men, I will always think of him.