The woman's delicate face is very delicate, she is a rare beauty, if it is not for the fear and sadness written in her eyes, that face, that eye, is enough to create how many romantic and elegant things in the world, of course, how many red dust past events have been created. It's just that at this moment, this look is no longer full of energy, it is more affectionate, more desperate, yes, desperate! Perhaps, at this moment, she wanted to look in the mirror and see the bleeding and unkempt appearance of her mouth, to see the last of her own date with death. She struggled, wanted to speak, her lips moved, trembled, and made a muffled voice, she believed that the man in front of her, who had sworn to die, would give up all his past suspicions at this time, save her without hesitation, or take her in his arms, in this desert desert, give her the last warmth and strength to live, if so, she would abandon everything, and throw herself into his arms again without hesitation, and from then on, no longer double-minded. Even if he is a cow and a horse, he has no complaints.

But she was wrong, completely wrong. The little reason she had for survival was completely shattered by the panicked, fearful, cowardly look in her eyes. She let out a long groan of despair, and her originally stiff, struggling body relaxed in an instant, and her eyes instantly radiated a strange and dazzling light, which converged on the man's face like a flashing light, a handsome, young, pale face full of ambition and greed. The man instinctively used his hand to block the sudden and inexplicable flash, as if he had been secretly photographed. When the light had faded, he came to his senses, peeking at the woman lying on the ground, her face stained with dust and blood, and a pair of eyes staring at him in distraction, full of longing, disappointment, and the warmth of the moment of life and death. The tears in the corner of the eye gathered on that late autumn morning, the rare morning sun, like a halo of blood.

Ah——!h The man let out a long, wounded lone wolf-like howl. The autumn wind broke the swaying weeds in the wilderness, dipped the dead branches and leaves in his sorrow, and sprinkled them wantonly into the vast wilderness, showing a wounded soul the way to heaven, where there is no love, no hate, only loneliness! The sun stretched the kneeling figure, dark and ghostly! …

Boom, a thunderclap, on this summer morning, it was particularly frightening, rain, and --- hurried.

Miao Ling rolled over and got up, although it was raining outside, he was sweating profusely and was a little panicked. He wiped the sweat from his head, combed his hair, calmed down his chaotic mood a little, pinched his arm, felt a little pain, and took a long breath, it's good to be alive! He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart and returned to the high-spirited main attack state.

Aunt Zhang, the nanny, knocked on the door, "Come in!" He said calmly as he walked towards the door. The door gently pushed open a crack, clinging Aunt Zhang's somewhat dry and pale face_ - there were still some traces of what had once been heartwarming. "Secretary, are you having breakfast at home today?" She asked cautiously and softly. "Okay, eat at home today." Miao Ling thought for a moment and replied with certainty. He can't remember the last time he had breakfast at home.

He was very busy, and being able to have breakfast at home made Aunt Zhang very excited. She walked happily and briskly to the kitchen, humming quietly the ballad of her distant childhood.

Miao Ling sat on the bed, thinking about today's day's work arrangement: At 10 o'clock, the municipal party committee team had a meeting, and at 11 o'clock, he was going to meet with the delegation of an investment group in Guangdong and take these people to the planning hall to visit the urban construction plan. In the afternoon, I will listen to a report by China Merchants on the investment plan of a Hong Kong company. The poverty alleviation work meeting is scheduled to be held at 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and there is an important speech from him... Hmph, there are really a lot of things, he smiled bitterly helplessly, and thought: If you want to do it like me, the well-off society in this city must be realized at least 3 years in advance! He shook his head conceitedly, and smiled smugly.

As a rookie in the political arena, he has no background and no backing, and he has come to this day step by step with his ingenuity and pragmatic, steady and sharp style of doing things, which can be said to be a legend in the circle. But his ambitions, or his political pursuits, never allow him to stop at the present, and he has higher goals. Therefore, he must desperately chase political achievements, make more achievements, lead by example, concentrate his efforts, work hard, and build this city into an economic, socially leading, and beautiful city, so that the world can pay attention, and let his superiors pay attention to it, which is the step of his promotion, otherwise, it will be difficult for him to do higher.

But the nightmare just now made him a little frightened, this is his death hole, he often has such dreams! Why? Of course, only he knows best! Not only that, but there is another person who knows as well as he does.

"Oh, oh" The sound of knocking on the door came, and Aunt Zhang's gentle voice came: "Get up and eat!" It sounds very out of place for her age. In fact, Aunt Zhang is only about five or six years older than Miao Ling, and her charm still exists, and her unfortunate experiences in her early years make her a little more vicissitudes than her peers, and she is one of the poor people provided by the community. Maybe she was doing housekeeping in the secretary of the municipal party committee, she felt a little proud, her mood became more and more cheerful, and even time passed very slowly, and she became younger.

When he was first promoted to this city, Secretary Miao proposed that the leading cadres should take the lead in demonstrating and taking the lead, linking up with poor households, recognizing relatives, pairing, helping one by one, not getting rid of poverty, and not getting rid of poverty. It caused quite a stir among officials. He was also the first to choose one among the poor people---- that is, Aunt Zhang, as a poverty alleviation household, and through the community, as a housekeeper, stationed in the secretary's house to take care of his three meals a day. Seeing that the secretaries took the lead in doing so, those villains obediently obeyed and reversed the formalism of poverty alleviation work from the officials first.

"Let's eat together." Secretary Miao said amiably to Aunt Zhang. "No, book... Secretary, you eat slowly, after eating, put it here, I'll come back and clean up, I'll go to the morning market first to buy some fresh vegetables, all know, no pesticides, fertilizers. Aunt Zhang flickered and pushed.

"Well, am I that terrible? Every time I tell you, you push back, isn't the food delicious? But if you make it yourself, it's also your problem! He joked with Aunt Zhang in an official tone.

When Aunt Zhang heard him say this, she was a little nervous, and stood aside stiffly, rubbing her apron, bowing her head and replying: "Secretary, it's all what you like to eat, it's not delicious, you criticize, I'll change it!" ”

An ordinary joke, but it made Aunt Zhang nervous and at a loss. Secretary Miao was a little angry, "How many times have I told you, don't say a word to a secretary, a yours, I have to listen to your arrangement at home, there is no need to be restrained, this is your home, just call me Xiao Miao or Miao Miao, Secretary Miao outside, Secretary Miao at home, I'm not tired!" Okay, there you go. ”

"Whoa, whoa!" The woman nodded stiffly. After listening to the secretary's words, Aunt Zhang was in a good mood, walked lightly, and turned around and went out. Miao Ling looked at her back and sighed with some emotion: People, if you treat him well, he can feel warmth.

Because of the lack of coping on the scene, Miao Ling's breakfast was very comfortable and open, although it was not gobbling, but it was also a big mouthful, relishing, a rare breakfast time that no one disturbed. He looked nonchalantly across the table, it was empty, he was alone, and he was somewhat lost. "Lu Jing, is she okay?" He asked in his heart.