384 Bitter bodyguards
The squad leader saw that the old man was speechless, and the atmosphere froze, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to save the scene and divert his attention: "Are you still the minister?" It's too powerful, disrespectful, disrespectful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
"I'm only a deputy minister now, my qualifications are still too shallow, and my age is not enough. Xiaoxian came back to her senses and shook her hand to explain. The atmosphere is alive again.
"Human Resources?" The squad leader smiled and chatted very harmoniously: "I think you have a good way of managing people." β
"Ministry of Finance." Xiaoxian concentrated on biting the crab.
The chopsticks in Zhuang Jianguo's hand fell off the table, Li Shuhua instinctively bit her lip, and turned her head to look at the two guys who were repulsed by Xiao Xian.
Everyone at the table in the Ministry of Finance is paying attention to Xiaoxian's back. Eating and drinking, he glanced at this side from time to time, and quickly drifted away from Li Shuhua's gaze, pretending not to care. The two bodyguards were even more outrageous, they were staring at Xiao Xian's back when they were chopping rice, like sharp arrows ready to fire, and they were probably ready to push away the dining table to block Xiao Xian's bullets.
The squad leader's mouth opened, he didn't say anything for a long time, forced himself to calm down, and then smiled heartily: "Oh mom, it's amazing, is it the Ministry of Finance I thought?" Zhuang Yan has a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger by his side. β
Zhuang Jianguo said to Xiaoxian kindly: "At such a young age, Xiaoxian can be an executive in the finance department, Xiaoxian is very good." β
"Huh?" Xiao Xian put down the crab, sucked her fingers, looked around at a table of people, and found that the relatives and friends present were either blue or sitting upright, not even eating with a stuffy head, none of them squeaked, just watching Xiao Xian and Zhuang Jianguo chat. She suddenly realized that the identity of the vice minister of finance was incompatible with the banquet.
"That's right, Finance. I studied finance in college, and after thinking about it, it was still suitable for me to engage in finance. She cleverly pushed the boat down the river, innocently continuing to suck the crab smell on her fingers.
The squad leader breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was eating at a table with the country's economic policymakers, and at that moment the chrysanthemums were so tight that they could cut a cigar.
When he thought about it, he felt that it was impossible to really be the Minister of Finance. Although Xiaoxian in front of her carefully wore black, she could not hide her youthful beauty, and the moment she was shy and stunned when she bit her chopsticks even had a girlish style, it was absolutely impossible to be more than 28 years old. Generally, it takes 40 years old to stay up to the bureau level, and it is impossible for the Ministry of Finance to let such a young person sit in the position of deputy minister.
So the atmosphere was relaxed, everyone relaxed, toasted and ate, and gradually became harmonious and active. Xiaoxian took a small hammer to knock crab claws for Li Shuhua, while telling Zhuang Jianguo about the interesting things about working with Zhuang Yan, focusing on depicting Zhuang Yan's flower heart, adding oil and vinegar, the more he talked, the more he didn't have a score, and finally told Zhuang Jianguo indignantly that at least one girl from the company circled around Zhuang Yan, coaxing the old man to be full of red light, and kept nodding and drinking.
"That's useless," Zhuang Jianguo smiled as he took the liquor, "They're not as good as you." β
Xiao Xian smiled reflexively, and immediately pursed her lips reservedly, secretly biting her lip to restrain her expression, and said sweetly: "I'll peel the crab for you." β
After entertaining the banquet, half of the guests dispersed, and the squad leader and colleagues all said goodbye, left wreaths, and drove away one after another. Xiaoxian refused to leave, and sat at the table to chat with Li Shuhua. Filial piety vigil overnight, the Taoist priest in the countryside knocked the gong and chanted the mantra, the dinging and clanging were extremely harsh, whenever the chanting reached the climax, the Taoist priest danced around the coffin, because there was no younger generation to bow down, Zhuang Jianguo and Li Shuhua had to go to guard the coffin, crying in the dark. Xiao Xian leaned on the farthest distance and watched, silently bowing her head and wiping her tears.
stayed up all night, and went out of the funeral at ten o'clock the next morning to bury Zhuang Yan's clothed tomb. Zhuang Yan didn't have an eldest son to hold the statue, so Zhuang Jianguo held the statue in front of the coffin with tears in his eyes. Li Shuhua followed beside her, crying like a gossamer, muttering all the way: "There is not even ash left, not even incense!" Zhuang Yan, you are too bad! Crying back and forth, even the porter can hear it.
Xiaoxian grabbed the Taoist priest and asked about the customs, knowing that this statue should not be held by Zhuang Jianguo. So he ran to Zhuang Jianguo before lifting the coffin, stood on tiptoe and said in his ear: "It is appropriate for the surviving person to hold the statue." You're his father, and you shouldn't let the elders do this. β
Zhuang Jianguo's face changed, and he glared at Xiaoxian with a smile of joy and surprise: "You, you come to hold the statue?" β
"Let me do it." Xiaoxian reached out to pick up Zhuang Yan's portrait, Zhuang Jianguo didn't let go, Xiaoxian grabbed it hard, grabbed it and hugged it. When she carefully picked up the white veil on the portrait, she held the portrait and looked at the photo carefully, the autumn waves melted, her expression changed, sadness, heartache, unwillingness, and regret were all condensed on the thin eyebrows hanging into the character "eight"; All kinds of nostalgia and reluctance were silently revealed when she gently touched the photo, and was exposed to the eyes of the two old men at a glance.
"Okay, you can give him one last ride." Zhuang Jianguo relented and agreed.
Xiao Xian held the portrait and walked slowly in front. The porter carried the coffin and followed closely. Two stout 10,000 firecrackers were spread on the side of the yellow mud road, and the sandwich exploded, and the stumps of the hard firecrackers crackled and trembled, and even the man holding the wreath was blown up and swayed from side to side. The team walked all the way, the firecrackers went all the way, and the crackling never stopped.
Xiaoxian held a wreath and walked past the firecrackers without changing her face. The remnants of the cannon battle that remained hot hit her skirt, skin, and legs one after another, and most of them collapsed on the black stockings, leaving white gunpowder marks one after another. She turned a blind eye, as if she didn't know the pain, and still held down the pace of the team, moving slowly and methodically.
The road that can be completed in 10 minutes, Xiao Xian walked for 30 minutes, just stepped on the auspicious time, and fell into the coffin at ten o'clock.
The porter wore three bamboo ropes under the coffin, drank in unison, slowly fell into the coffin, and then pulled away the bamboo rope and walked to the side to wipe his sweat and rest. The band went up to work, surrounded the tomb, and began to play in unison.
The porter and the relatives and friends who set off the firecrackers gathered to smoke, squinted at Xiao Xian, who was holding the portrait, and exchanged their heads: "She is not afraid of firecrackers, and she walks forward with the fire." β
"The steps are well pressed, some porters want to finish their work early, and those who walk fast are held down by her, so they can only walk slowly."
"She has asked the Taoist priest, and she knows all these particularities in the countryside."
After the band blew three songs, the captain took out a piece of paper, read the eulogy, praised feng shui, wished ten thousand blessings, and dispersed in a hurry. Li Shuhua went up to put the offerings, and said to Xiaoxian with tears: "Let's go, leave all the wreaths here, and leave someone to stare at the porter and fill the pit." β
Xiaoxian said, "I'll stay." β
"You haven't slept all night, go to my room and sleep for a while. I'll have to make another trip when the pit is filled. Li Shuhua felt sorry for her.
"Let me stay." Xiaoxian insisted.
Zhuang Jianguo came over and patted Li Shuhua on the shoulder, and the second elder returned the same way with relatives, friends and the funeral procession. Xiaoxian guarded the porter here to fill in the soil, and then said, "I don't want to spoil your market, or a little heart", and paid the wages to the porters on her own initiative, and looked back at the bulging new grave bag, and the tears fell down, and she couldn't finish rubbing, sobbing and blasting the porter away: "You have worked hard, let's go." β
A dignified and elegant woman in front of everyone, she cries so much that she can't walk when she is young. The porters couldn't accept this gap, and they looked at each other one by one, and comforted each other: "It's okay to mourn." β
"Let's go back in our car."
"You go." Xiaoxian turned her head and didn't look at the porter.
The porters were amazed, and as they took a shortcut down the mountain, they suddenly found a few people in suits standing sneakily in the grass, and they roared: "You are ......" (to be continued). )