Sleepless nights.

Standing in front of the window of the fifth-floor room, facing the summer night of July in Pingchuan, Wu Mingxiong smoked cigarettes one after another.

The night sky outside the window was starless and moonless, and there was endless darkness. The whole city is dark, and it is rare to see a few bright spots. Because of the deep night, the roar of the train at the train station in the distance can be heard clearly, and the silence around it is more reflected.

Unexpectedly, I really did not expect that at an important juncture in determining the future history of Pingchuan, he, Wu Mingxiong, who is already 56 years old, will be solemnly pushed to the foreground by a group of respected veteran comrades represented by the old governor, to paraphrase an advertising term, that is, "grand launch." Since it was grandly launched, he had to stage it on this stage where there was fire and smoke everywhere. He really doesn't know if he will leave history with a spectacular drama, a drama, a tragedy, a farce.

More than two years ago, it was decided that Xie Xuedong would be promoted to the provincial capital, and the provincial party committee considered him when considering the candidate for secretary of the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee. In the end, it was decided to appoint Guo Huaiqiu, in addition to Xie Xuedong's factors, mainly because of the knowledge of cadres. After graduating from high school, he started as a village clerk and accountant, served as a township head, county magistrate, and secretary of the county party committee, and became the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee step by step. Because of his busy work, in the past 38 years, except for six months of study at the provincial party school, he has never stepped into the gate of the school. I thought that the scenery of life had been basically frozen, but I didn't expect that there would be this last spectacular scene. When this spectacular scene appeared, in addition to the original problem of intellectualization, he also had an age problem, and if the provincial party committee recognized it exceptionally, it was enough to show how much hope the provincial party committee placed on him.

However, it is precisely because of this that Wu Mingxiong feels more and more how heavy the burden he is about to take on. It was not for such a situation where he had to belong, Qian Xianghui, secretary of the provincial party committee, who had always been known for his steadiness, would never have expressed his stance to the old governor and made an exception to use him as a bold worker and peasant cadre.

Thoughts are like a river that has opened the floodgates, and you can't hold it back. The people and things on the 28,000 square kilometers of land in Pingchuan are flooded into my heart one by one. History and reality, difficulties and hopes, are tightly intertwined, cut and cut, and rationalized and chaotic......

Thinking of it later, Wu Mingxiong couldn't help laughing: What's wrong with him? Qian Xianghui has not talked to him on behalf of the provincial party committee, what do you want to do so much? ! Maybe the provincial party committee will change its mind at the last minute, and it is not good for him to be known for his wishful thinking to put himself in the position of the protagonist on the stage.

At this time, my wife, who had not slept yet, brought a bowl of noodles to the living room.

When Wu Mingxiong was eating noodles, his wife said, "How old is this official to be called big?" You are already the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, do you really want to be the secretary of the municipal party committee? In this poor place, Guo Huaiqiu can't do it well, but you Wu Mingxiong will do it well?! I think it's better to push this errand if you can push it. ”

Wu Mingxiong smiled and said, "What are you pushing?" The provincial party committee hasn't finally decided what to do with me now! ”

My wife said: "It's not that I poured cold water on you, it's not good, you are the second Guo Huaiqiu." ”

Wu Mingxiong looked at his wife and said seriously: "What you said is not right, I am not Guo Huaiqiu!" If I do it, I must make a name for myself, not only to change the image of Pingchuan city, but also to change the image of our Pingchuan people. Reform and opening up has come to this day, and we Pingchuan people have to have a new image, we can't be so disgraced and despised by people, don't you say? ”

My wife nodded: "That's the truth." ”

Wu Mingxiong said: "However, if the provincial party committee finally does not let me do it, and history does not give me this opportunity, then I can only applaud and applaud others." Even if Xiao Daoqing does it, as long as he does something big and difficult with all his heart, I will fully support him. ”

My wife sighed and said, "It's good that you can think like this." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Qian Xianghui, secretary of the provincial party committee, called.

Wu Mingxiong subconsciously looked at his watch, and it was already ten past two in the evening.

Qian Xianghui said on the telephone that the enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee of the provincial party committee on the arrangements for the allocation of the Pingchuan leading body has just ended, and after careful study, it has been decided that Wu Mingxiong will be appointed secretary of the Pingchuan City CPC Committee. Qian Xianghui asked Wu Mingxiong to work hard, and immediately rushed to the provincial capital to see him, and specially explained that he didn't even want to bring the secretary, so he came alone.