In September, at eight o'clock in the morning, the fog was misty, and there was originally a bit of summer scorching taste, but after the cold air from the north went south yesterday, there was actually a little autumn.

In a few months, the Deep Cold Festival will be ushered in, but it will be cold for a long time before the solar terms.

Xia Chenghao flipped up the hem of his clothes, wiped his face with the moisture in the air, and sighed.

Suddenly feeling a little hungry, I touched my stomach, soothed the rebellious stomach, and tightened the belt by two squares.

Although the streets of Kanna on the weekend are lively, it is a pity that the passers-by are in a hurry, and they always experience the loneliness to the bone, and they are hungry in addition to the loneliness of the bone.

In a flower shop on Qianmen Street, all kinds of flowers are bundled together, like Chinese cabbage stored in winter. The shopkeeper hummed a song, untied the incoming flower bundles, picked out the intact branches, tied the ribbons and stacked them on the shelves, and threw the rest on the side of the road.

"Why don't you want these?"

The shopkeeper looked up and saw a young girl standing on the side, wearing a medical mask, but only the eyebrows and eyes were already delicate and picturesque, and one could imagine that the face should be just as beautiful.

"Why don't you want them?" The girl pointed to the ground and asked regretfully.

"These are useless." The shopkeeper replied casually.

"Ahh Bewildered, the girl squatted down and picked up a wet lily.

"An Xiaoya, don't take these, dirty. Didn't the doctor tell you not to touch these things? Li Meili reached out and took the lily and put it back.

"Mom......"

"Let's go!"

"Okay, why not?"

"The ones that no one wants to buy." Li Meili took the girl's hand and walked towards the platform.

The girl reluctantly looked back at the pile of abandoned branches.

The scene just now fell in Xia Chenghao's eyes, and he just felt the girl's innocence and kindness, but he only looked at it a few more times, then turned around, pinched his chin to himself, and looked at the stop sign for five minutes.

It's not that he didn't think about rubbing the car, but unfortunately there were few people early in the morning, and it was a weekend, and the experienced conductor wouldn't give him the slightest chance.

The sac is like washing, and the abdomen is empty.

Xia Chenghao sighed again, tightened his belt to settle down, and tried not to look at the early shops on the side of the road.

"Walking back from here, you might be able to catch a late-night snack!" The belly growled, as if in solemn protest.

The city is so big that it's a long way to get anywhere.

There are also a lot of cars, but very few of them can take you to the end, you have to change buses constantly, and if you don't know your destination very well, it takes more time to know where the end is.

It's just that if you want to really understand a city, it's not a good way to sit in the car and enjoy it, but strolling through the streets and alleys of the city is a good way to really feel this time and space. Of course, the premise is that you don't go hungry, even if you are hungry, as long as you have money on you, there will always be a delicious food waiting for someone like you somewhere in the city.

But that's how he felt today, and he couldn't see the way forward.

Xia Chenghao and An Xiaoya recalled their past, and in one of Yarman's conference rooms, President Blake, the current top administrator of the Mada Federation, wrote his own memoirs. Although he has not stepped down from the political arena now, and it is not yet time to write a memoir, he still writes it, with the aim of opening up his past experiences to the world and adding more bargaining chips for himself.

Everyone likes heroes, and they like those characters who go from the low level to the top step by step.

And that's exactly what Blake is.

In the small hall of the synagogue, there was a lectern. Hundreds of black shots of long guns and short cannons below had no covers, reflecting a cold light, and more than 20 microphones on the podium were tied together like chopsticks.

Dozens of reporters raised their hands in the air, hoping to get a chance to ask questions.

"Governor Black, what are your goals for your tenure?"

"Do you still drink?"

"Would you forbid a relationship on campus?"

"Will you continue to retain your hometown accent? Or will you consider switching to something else? ”

"Would you ask the president's father for advice on how to govern?"

"Will you use your father's power resources? Oh, of course, to put it another way, are you ready to be president? ”

All kinds of sharp questions and flashes of magnesium made Blake stammer, and his face turned pale, his limbs stiffened, and his assistants, who were good at observing words, hurriedly announced that the press conference was over.

With the departure of journalists and staff, the office has also become calm.

Blake looked out the window at the scenery, feeling irritable in his heart. The phone didn't ring, thinking about what his father would do at this time, and suddenly he wanted to receive that call.

Time flies so fast that some memories seem as clear as yesterday.

In fact, since the elder Blake was elected president, there have been rumors in the Conservative Party that Blake will participate in the gubernatorial election, but Blake himself did not participate in the election because of the purchase of stocks and the fear of his bad record.

Next, under the impetus of Wang Yongjie, Blake gave up his identity as the manager and owner of the company and participated in the next gubernatorial election, and his younger brother also ran for mayor of Zhongxing in the same year.

It didn't take much effort for Blake to win the Conservative nomination, and in the time that followed, he defeated his opponent, the avant-garde governor Paul Les, with a two-handed approach to governing in a debate about personal responsibility and moral leadership.

Later polls showed that many people thought that Blake was quite outstanding in the election debates, with a slow speech considered to be steady, a strong hometown accent as a citizen and a small number of slips of the tongue as deliberately funny.

The door was knocked lightly a few times, and when it was pushed open, it was Wang Yongjie. He is one of the Big Three of Black's campaign, the other two being Meng Haishan and Fu Binen.

Seeing the assistant arrive, Blake motioned for them to sit down and talk.

Meng Haishan took out a small notebook and flipped to one of the pages and read: "By 11:30, a total of 1,238 congratulatory messages had been received. Well! Would you like to pick a few and read them? ”

"Pick two and read them!"

"Pauls called and said that your election is the result of the public's expectations, and I hope that the citizens of your hometown can continue to live a stable, united, democratic, and prosperous ......life under your leadership," Meng Haishan looked up at Blake's expression.

Wang Yongjie sighed twice, this Pauls is obviously unconvinced! What does it mean to continue to live a life of stability, unity, democracy, prosperity and strength, is it possible that the citizens of our hometown are now living a life of stability, unity, democracy, prosperity and strength?

The implication is that if citizens do not feel that they are living a life of stability, unity, democracy, prosperity and strength, then it is all to blame Blake, the governor, for his lack of leadership.

"Kuler asked the director of the Blue Temple Office to send a congratulatory telegram saying that since ancient times, the tiger father has no dog son, and I hope that the Black family will create more glory in you." (To be continued.) )