Sister Xi Yan, the Jiapo project has started bidding, do you have any plans to bid? If the bid is successful, Xiang will be able to make a comeback. ”

Xiang Xiyan smiled at Jiang Xiaomian, and said in a tone that he didn't care very much: "Who doesn't know the surface kung fu, over the years, every time they bid, they have not made a decision, and a group of clowns who jumped off the beam are just betting." ”

Jiang Xiaomian shook his head: "No, their company has a falling out with the company that has been agreed with before, but it is just that it is not easy to disclose the payment of liquidated damages." Therefore, they did not have a decision for this project, and I heard that they plan to expand the river project next time, and if they get it, it may be a poor fertilizer. ”

"Oh? How do you know? Where did the news come out? Xiang Xiyan was surprised.

Jiang Xiaomian smiled: "I also knew, so I told you, he was my former boss, and Dong Yang also knew it." ”

"No wonder. Dong Yang has already started to prepare, and this will be the bidding list and the valuation list."

…

In the café, after they chatted about some work, Xiang Xiyan cut into the topic he wanted to talk about, and asked in a half-concealed voice: "Xiaomian, Xinchen is on a business trip, and he seems to be very busy over there, has he contacted you?" ”

Being asked like this, Jiang Xiaomian was dumbfounded, Xian Xinchen should not be busy in the field, he called Uncle Xian for a long time last night, and asked Jiang Xiaomian what specialties he wanted over there, and also said some other homely words, not at all like he couldn't squeeze out time.

Didn't he call Xi Yan before? It seems that there really isn't. How should Jiang Xiaomian answer, he lied and said: "Last time my brother called Uncle Xian, they talked about work for a long time. One time he should have called you but didn't get through, and then called to ask me to say hello to you, Sister Xiyan, you can call him back when you are free. ”

After Jiang Xiaomian finished speaking, he saw Xiang Xiyan's suspicious eyes, and stared at the person straight, like in a comic script, the light of Conan's thinking with ideas and logical judgments will immediately appear. Jiang Xiaomian was originally afraid that lying with good intentions would make Xiang Xiyan uncomfortable, but now that she was staring at her, she made herself uncomfortable first.

"Oh, okay, I'm just afraid he won't pick it up." Finally, Xiang Xiyan sighed, realized something, and didn't make a meaningless guess.

Jiang Xiaomian felt that she would have to lie more if she continued to talk, so she stood up and said goodbye: "There are still some things to be busy, I'll go first." ”

"Hmm."

Maybe Wu Yuanhao is a mustard between them. It's been so long, except for things at work, Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Xiyan don't have other resonance or communication.

Walking out of the café, Jiang Xiaomian felt relaxed, not that she was not good at concealment, but that Xiang Xiyan's eyes were very clear. If she saw through something, Jiang Xiaomian felt embarrassed. But maybe she's the only one who thinks so. Jiang Xiaomian thought to herself.

"Shan Bu, what about Xiang Zong?"

When Jiang Xiaomian came to Xiang Dongyang's office, he didn't see Xiang Dongyang, only saw his secretary Shan Bu picking up documents on the desk. As soon as he saw Jiang Xiaomian come in, his hands and feet seemed to be wild and busy, and a folder fell to the ground with a crisp "click".

Jiang Xiaomian glanced at it, it was the valuation list of Jiapo Engineering. When she was about to bend over to pick it up, she had already been preempted by Shan Bu, and he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Xiang, he is not in the company now, he has gone to Nancheng." ”

The corners of Jiang Xiaomian's mouth lowered slightly, with a slightly unhappy expression, "Is he going for work?" ”

"No, he didn't say either."

Jiang Xiaomian just walked out of the office and saw Han Feiran coming over. He seemed to be deliberately trying to appear in front of her, and walked over with a straight look.

Since the turn of the year, Jiang Xiaomian saw Han Feiran for the first time, and she thought she was going to meet at the wedding. Oh, some things are just so strange, and they are always different from the scene I expected.

"Xiaomian, why do you have time to come?"

Jiang Xiaomian squeezed a smile and didn't have time to say anything, Han Feiran added: "Oh, I almost forgot, you quit your major and appeared here, you should be looking for us to talk about cooperative work!" ”

Han Feiran's words revealed a strange atmosphere, Jiang Xiaomian was also swallowed back at once, and soon, she also responded in the same tone and said: "Manager Han, didn't you also close the office and enter the Xiang family!" After saying that, he pursed his lips and smiled to lighten the mood.

"Oh, I forgot, I haven't blessed you with a happy event, and it's yellow. Originally, if the person you chose was me, wouldn't there be nothing! Han Feiran pulled Jiang Xiaomian closer, his gaze softened and sharpened.

The last sentence was very meaningful and proud, but Jiang Xiaomian didn't hear it. She removed Han Feiran's hand, "I am Dong Yang's fiancée now, Han Feiran, please respect yourself." She finished and left.

Han Feiran stood in front of the office glass, sipping fragrant coffee, and saw Jiang Xiaomian's car disappear on the road. After a while, he turned on the PS tracker screen on his mobile phone, showing that Jiang Xiaomian's car was in Nancheng.

As soon as Jiang Xiaomian got out of the car, he felt that the warm sunlight gradually rose into a scorching heat, even if the wind blew, it carried a little sweaty heat. She had been busy before, and she hadn't taken a good look at this piece of land in Nancheng, which was fifty kilometers away from the city, so as soon as she came here, the dust and noise belonging to the city disappeared. There are also some fields and ridges and pastures around, planted with rice and sorghum crops, surrounded by hills along the way, which looks like a village, but it is not so backward, like a paradise, but I am afraid that it will not reach that realm.

There is a large area of land in front of it, and there are hills on both sides, and it is a garden for planting kapok in Xiangyang. Jiang Xiaomian remembered that Xiang Dongyang said that she would build a house and settle here, so she sneered, could it be that she had to run fifty kilometers to commute every day?

"Dongyang!"

Jiang Xiaomian walked into the shade of the sunshade net, and saw him loosening the soil and hoeing the kapok seedlings. Sunlight poured in through the mesh, tanning his skin. Xiang Dongyang saw Jiang Xiaomian coming, so he put down the hoe in his hand and raised his mud hand to wipe the sweat beads from his forehead. Although the beads of sweat were wiped off, a shallow mud mark was left after the sweat, making it look like a cat's face.

When Jiang Xiaomian approached, he only smiled and didn't speak, and raised his hand to help him brush it away.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Dongyang asked her.

Jiang Xiaomian saw that the unearthed kapok seedlings had grown about forty centimeters. Although there was shade from the shade net, the wilted branches and leaves were still hanging down, and the few slender weeds were about to fall to the ground, so she asked, "Can you survive such a plant on such a hot day?" ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled slightly and said, "Didn't your science teacher tell you that life can live as long as there is water?" ”

"Where is the water source and how is it watered? I'll pour it. ”

He pointed to the pump not far ahead, "Well, that's where life comes from." Now the branches and leaves are sunburned and not suitable for watering, the leaves are protecting themselves, and when the sun goes down before watering, those branches and leaves will come alive. ”

Jiang Xiaomian saw that he was serious and serious, and used his palm as a fan to fan him cold: "Is it still self-protection when the plant is destroyed?" I thought that I should water it, and when people are thirsty, don't they drink water immediately? ”

"I had the same idea as you before, and I was almost about to water, but I was stopped by an old tree farmer, saying that I was expensive, and I knew at a glance that I was a person who never worked in the fields. Because the pores of plant leaves are exchanging gases, watering and photosynthesis will affect each other..."He squinted and thought about it halfway through, not knowing what was wrong, so he gave up the explanation, "Anyway, I don't remember the technical terms he said, and it can be summed up that you can't water now." ”

Jiang Xiaomian suddenly felt that his words had turned so interestingly, and he was pulling out professional terms, thinking that he was going to set up an agricultural class, but the sentence "In a nutshell, you can't water now", made her laugh at the loess on the ground.

Xiang Dongyang saw Jiang Xiaomian laughing at him, licked his dry lips embarrassedly, and laughed along. It wasn't until he didn't want to laugh anymore that he walked out of the shade net with a hoe, silently pulling the line to measure the distance and digging a tree pit, and his hands and feet were also neat.

Jiang Xiaomian followed, and he added: "Those seedlings can be transplanted and cultivated into big seedlings immediately." When I first planted trees, I thought it would be easy to dig a tree pit. Later, I learned that I had to draw a circle, dig around the radius of the circle, and the distance should be moderate, otherwise the sparse interval when the kapok blooms will be uneven or too far apart, and it will not look good from a distance. ”

Jiang Xiaomian took off his shoes and planned to walk barefoot on the dirt directly, but as soon as he landed, he frowned and said "ah" in shock.

Xiang Dongyang nervously helped her and asked, "What's wrong, did you get anything?"

She put her other foot down and laughed, "No, the sun is about to scorch the land!"

Xiang Dongyang chuckled and didn't say a word.

Jiang Xiaomian suddenly saw a straw hat worn by a peasant on a small tree in the distance, so he ran over barefoot and brought it over and put it on him behind his back unexpectedly, and then laughed.

"That's how a farmer uncle looks!"

Xiang Dongyang stopped swinging his hoe, and also quipped: "Then the farmer, you don't go home to cook and wait for me!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something bad, and the smile on his face lost half of its heat. Jiang Xiaomian frowned when he saw him, and he didn't know if the light was too dazzling, or if he was really frowning.

"Xiaomian, I'm sorry, I didn't give you a full wedding."

Jiang Xiaomian went over and grabbed his arm and rested his head on his shoulder, "For me, this kapok garden can be regarded as the wedding you gave me." With it, I feel extremely happy. After she finished speaking, she patted him on the back and said, "Don't run here during work hours in the future!"

The corners of Xiang Dongyang's mouth were lowered, and his eyebrows were raised: "These days, I am anxious about the company's affairs, and I can only come here to relax, and any troubles can be buried in the soil." ”

"What, is there any change in the plan on the side of Jiapo's bidding?"

"This morning, I heard that the real estate side is planning to inject a large amount of money to take over the Jiapo project. Our company has been stretched thin, only to compete for the project and competition, the bid price will not be able to recoup, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to win the bid if the price is raised. ”

Jiang Xiaomian also frowned slightly and explained: "You don't have to worry, if you have a few brushes, just take a few brushes to Bo, this can't be voted, there will be better projects in the future." Having said that, the real estate has indeed developed well in the past two years, and it has also established its own construction industry, and it is still presentable. ”

"Xiaomian, for the sake of your dream, you shouldn't actually resign."

Jiang Xiaomian replied with an indifferent look, "Without you, dreams have become empty shells without souls." I'm afraid that we will be farther and farther apart, and I am even more afraid that I will not be able to show up for you when you need me. ”

Xiang Dongyang wanted to sigh, but he held back, and then exhaled from his nostrils. Jiang Xiaomian could still laugh just now, for fear that if she sighed in front of her, her sadness would be infected.

In fact, Jiang Xiaomian also saw through his thoughts, after all, she didn't laugh very happily, she just wanted to drive his emotions and make each other not so negative.

Suddenly, there was a distant call from the air, "Hey, you two come here, come and eat watermelon on a hot day!" ”

When Jiang Xiaomian turned to look, he saw that it was a middle-aged farmer, "Is he?" ”

"He's the tree farmer I told you about, let's go over, he's very kind." Xiang Dongyang put down the hoe, patted the yellow mud on his hand, and pulled her over.

When Jiang Xiaomian approached to look, there were several large red watermelons on the desk, and the tree farmer should have eaten enough, smoking dry tobacco there with a round belly. Jiang Xiaomian also recognized that the long pole was made of purple bamboo.

When he saw Jiang Xiaomian coming, Beixiang's accent smiled and said, "You are the Xiaomian that Dong Yang said, huh?"

Jiang Xiaomian smiled and nodded.

The tree farmer was a talker, the old man couldn't stand the silence, and the second sentence began to say at length: "Hey, you girl is blessed, as soon as Dong Yang found me and said that he wanted me to teach him to plant kapok trees, I was thinking at that time, how could a young and handsome young man want to do this kind of hard work, he said, these are all tired for you, this Chengzi, I can't teach him hard, which kapok tree is not good, he blew up the temple and came to me,..."

After speaking, the tree farmer waved his finger and pointed to the kapok seedlings, smiling on his face, as if his daughter had found a good son-in-law, which made Jiang Xiaomian embarrassed to hear it, Xiang Dongyang was tired and thirsty, so he only gnawed watermelon on the side, and watermelon juice was dripping on his chin and mud.

"Uncle Shu Nong, are you from Beijing?"

The tree farmer sighed, "Girl, can you still hear my Beijing dialect?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian smiled and said, "I studied in high school over there, and I was exposed to it."

"Then Beijing, it's not as good as Changnan, and you can't grow kapok." After he finished speaking, he picked up the cigarette pouch again.

"Then how did you come to Changnan to be a tree farmer?"

"I've been planting kapok trees for ten years, I don't know how many kapok trees are in the corner of Changnan, the rest of my life is like these kapok trees rooted in this land, anyway, I have no children and no daughters..."

He blurted out this sentence by chance, as if he remembered some of his past, and before he finished speaking, he squinted and looked ahead, took a few puffs of cigarette, and the smoke was thick, Jiang Xiaomian suddenly saw that his eyes were moist, and then rolled down tears, which made Xiang Dongyang startled on the side.

The tree farmer knew they saw something wrong, "It's okay, it's just choking on the smoke." ”

But how could they all believe that this could be choking? Watermelon has sugar that can improve people's mood, Jiang Xiaomian originally wanted to hand over a piece of watermelon and say, "If you choke, eat a piece of watermelon slowly." ”

But before she could say anything, the tree farmer chatted about the day, and Jiang Xiaomian was not easy to interrupt, so she bit the watermelon herself and ate it and listened to him.

His narration of the story is steady and slow, like a story that has been told many times and passed down by word of mouth.

"Ten years later, when my son was 26 years old, he went to the earthquake-stricken area of Panzhihua City for the first time. Before he got on the plane, I called him and said, 'Son, you have to save a few more lives, and the best thing is that you all live.' At that time he said, 'Daddy, you should be proud, your son and I are the most capable hero!' For three days and three nights, it was a race against time and fighting against death, and I was always worried about the stability of Beijing, paying attention to the news from time to time. I thought my son would go with a brave countenance, and when he came back, he would pat his chest and stand in front of me and say, 'Daddy, I'm your pride...... He was so proud, he closed his eyes forever, and his body was buried in the devastated earth. In the days that followed, there was a letter from my son in the mailbox in front of my house, it was a ghostwriter of a 10-year-old boy, sent from Panzhihua, and there was only one line on the large letterhead, and my son said, 'Daddy, I did it, I am the hero of the people in those disaster areas'...... The 10-year-old boy was the last life my son saved during the landslide, and the big rock fell on him, and the boy was protected by him in his chest and became my son's messenger. He should be 20 this year, and he called me not long ago to report that he had been admitted to the military academy, and shared with me how excited and proud he was to wear that camouflage uniform, and he would always think of my son and say that he wanted to be like my son......"

After hearing the story for several minutes, Jiang Xiaomian only lacked two mouthfuls of watermelon in his hand, and the tree farmer's tears dried up after telling the story, and Xiaomian and Dongyang burst into tears.

Jiang Xiaomian wiped away her tears and spoke with a smile: "The most beautiful language to summarize this story is the sentence 'When I grow up, I will become you'."

"So you came to Changnan to plant kapok to commemorate your son, because it is a Panzhihua and a hero tree, which has a double nostalgic meaning." Xiang Dongyang sniffed after speaking.

The tree farmer nodded, looking at the green seedlings, as if he had seen the tall and towering red kapok, he quietly took another puff of dry smoke, and then sighed: "Every time I see the kapok in Changnan blooming, I feel that a red city is full of their heroic faces shedding blood."

Another hot wind blew across their faces, and they all smiled at each other after drying their tears.

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