readx; "It was a very lonely day, and it was raining a little sadly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This is a very concerned me, and an indifferent ending.

No more news about you, no more your secrets. Only the familiar past, only the strange you.

In those black and white dreams, there are no more memories of blue and purple. At this age of meeting and breaking up, there are always some traces of rain and wind.

For the continuation of the pale love, for the beauty that has been gained and lost. Let the tears that dry up and flow out turn into the rain of lovesickness. ”

The irrepressible sadness in the hoarseness, with the hoarse call of "Nanhe Wendou", lingered in this not too wide bedroom.

Leaning against the window, only a thin pajama was draped, and the slightly cool air blew on the exposed smooth skin, bringing bursts of unnatural tremors, like the sad mood of indulging in the music.

In the courtyard outside the window, the provincial government car with the license plate of the procuratorate slowly slid out of the copper gate with iron fences, just like many early mornings in the past.

Turning around, I turned up the sound of the stereo to the maximum.

Under the white pajamas, there was nothing, the two slender legs were closed tightly, and the deepest part of the closed female body still more or less left the dirty body fluids of the 50-year-old bald man who had just left.

Looking out the window, there seemed to be a lot of inscrutable thoughts in his cold eyes.

Subconsciously picked up the mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers, and even I didn't know why I was dialing.

Night, quietly.

"Hello?" Ye Tianzheng, who was sleeping, wanted to ask who the other party was angrily, but there was a soft voice from the other end of the earpiece.

"Yes, Ye, God, right? I'm Wanru. ”

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, turning the bedside lamp up slightly, and glancing at the watch on the bedside table, Ye Tian complained with a smile: "I said Mr. Wan, it's so late, you still don't let people sleep?" ”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wanru's voice with a slightly bleak artistic conception.

Even, vaguely, Ye Tian could still smell a few sobs.

"I can't sleep, my heart is astringent, I want to talk to someone."

"Let's talk, it's so late, I'm afraid it's ......"

"That'...... Then don't bother. Wanru's voice was silent and tired.

Looking at the earpiece in his hand, which was ringing "beep", Ye Tian seemed a little overwhelmed, only hesitated for a moment, and then dialed it back again.

"I'm sorry, but the phone you made is off."

I don't know! Leave him alone, let's talk about it another day! The already heavy body fell down again, but in just three or five minutes, there were bursts of light snoring in Ye Tian's nose.

Pulled out the SIM card from the phone, as if venting, and threw the phone down from the upper floor.

The alloy shell made a crisp touch when it hit the ground, making it particularly clear in the silence of the night.

The floor-length curtains were drawn, and a lonely person sat on a stool in front of the bar, Wanru's mind returned to three hours ago.

At that time, the drinking party had just ended, and Wanru, who had not planned to return to this place, unexpectedly received a call urging Guo Shangda. You know, this is not the established pampering!

With Wanru, who was full of suspicion, as soon as she entered the door, she was pressed down on the bed by Guo Shangda, who looked anxious, and almost without any foreplay, she instantly entered her dry body. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't break free from him who was riding on her back, far stronger than her.

Unrestrained, [***] only kissed the skin on her back a little as she was about to squirt. This was unthinkable in the past. In the past, although the caresses and tenderness could not get the kind of incisive venting and satisfaction that the heart wanted, it was not as full of indescribable shame and insult as it is today.

Under Guo Shangda Fafu's body, she is completely like a girl!

After venting, Guo Shangda was still lying on her body softly, kneading her plump and fair ** with affection, and muttering to himself subconsciously, like an ordinary old man with six gods and no master.

It was only then that she realized that something was wrong!

Sure enough, under her repeated questioning, Guo Shangda slowly said the details.

A week ago, Guo Shangda's relationship in Beijing brought him not very good news.

"Someone in S Province secretly went to Beijing to sue him."

Guo Shangda, who has experienced strong winds and waves, was very unimpressed when he first learned the news. As far as his thoughts are concerned, since Kyosato's friends dare to report to him at such a moment, it means that the matter he is involved in and the situation he has grasped above is not too serious so far. With his drilling camps in the capital and local areas over the years, it must not be difficult to pass the customs smoothly.

Over the past week, he has used all kinds of connections to inquire up and down about relevant information and situations. Unexpectedly, before the results came out, the comrades of the inspection group of the Central Organization Department of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection had already taken the lead in finding him.

Although it was just a simple conversation, it had already shocked him into a cold sweat.

After the conversation, when he attended the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee on Thursday afternoon, he was forced to be calm and as calm as usual.

Even before the convening of the Standing Committee, when Ding Datong, secretary of the provincial party committee, and He Wei, the governor of the province, had not yet arrived, he was still chatting and laughing with several other standing committee members who had already taken their places.

The Standing Committee was in a calm session, but the scene seemed to be filled with an indescribable oppressive atmosphere.

He had a hunch that Ding Datong, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, He Wei, Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee and Governor, and Ma Jian, Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee (Ye Zitian's father), seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding between the three of them.

This hunch is very bad. S province up and down all know that what is and Ding Datong are all the way. And the only person in the province who can compete with these two people is Ma Jian, the deputy secretary who has been in the provincial leadership for 13 years.

If He, Ding, and Ma really reached some kind of compromise and tacit understanding in private, then the political ecology of S Province would evolve to an unpredictable situation. And he is likely to fall victim to this evolution!

Guo Shangda even thought of the legendary one-handedly connived at the top of the central government who squeezed out Ma Jian and promoted him to the governor's throne.

If this time, it's still the same cloth bureau, then ...... Thinking of this, Guo Shangda couldn't help but feel like falling into an ice cellar and lying on pins and needles.

Pretending to be sick, almost immediately, Guo Shangda thought of pretending to be sick.

Staying in a hospital and hiding in a ward is a common practice for many high-level figures when they encounter a crisis. But this approach only works for politicians above a certain level, or for political censorship below a certain level.

Obviously, if something really happens this time, you will definitely not be able to get through by pretending to be sick. In a moment, Guo Shangda recognized the situation clearly.

On Friday, Guo Shangda, who couldn't sleep all night, took his secretary and driver and spent a whole day going to the two prefectures and cities below where he had held office and power. He blew the wind and cheered up those cronies who he personally promoted to leadership positions and important departments.

After all this was deployed, there was still an inexplicable weakness and anxiety in his heart.

He tried to reverse his roles, simulating the perspective of the members of the central inspection team, and repeatedly examining some of the political and economic issues he was involved in.

The results of the examination did not reassure him.

In terms of economic problems and life style problems, he has hidden dangers, both big and small.

Another sleepless night, and when he realized that all the dots and lines that had disturbed him were related to his black market lady Wanru, he could no longer sit still. He was worried that the central inspection team would take measures against Wanru before him, and then dig out layers of shady scenes of his violations of law and discipline from Wanru's mouth.

drove back to the provincial capital overnight, and then contacted Wanru who didn't know where she was over and over again. Due to the mobile phone signal, it took him more than an hour to finally find Wanru's whereabouts. His right hand holding the phone was already sweating at that time.

The time of waiting for Wanru's arrival was undoubtedly the most difficult.

Sitting in the spacious living room, he more than once put his right hand into the crocodile wallet he carried with him, where he prepared a small 77B 9mm pistol.

……

Thinking of Guo Shangda's advice when he left, and remembering the various scenes when he was lying on her body and committing violence before, Wanru couldn't help but feel sad.

He laughed twice stupidly, tears involuntarily sliding down the sides of his cheeks.

"It's a very caring me, and an indifferent ending. I used to work hard for love, and I used to run away for love. Escape from the familiar past, escape from the strange you. ”

The desolation of Nanhe Wendou still continues there.

Glass after glass of spirits, cold into the mouth, hot into the throat, like ice and fire, biting Wanru's sad and helpless state of mind.

When you are drunk and in pain, you remove the thin and almost pitiful pajamas on your body.

Naked, she was smiling drunk, incomparably beautiful, like a blooming poppy, blooming wantonly, and no longer had any scruples.

Throwing his long hair over his shawl, he lifted the wine bottle...... Red wine, pouring down.

Under the wine, she was wet, and her smile was bright before the silence.

Stumbling, she slowly walked into the bathroom.

The porcelain-white bathtub lined her porcelain-white skin.

She reached for the deepest part of her body, the place that represented filth in secular rituals. vented the desire that has been far from being vented completely for more than ten years. The fall was only for a moment.

(To be continued)