Jiang Xiangyu, secretary general of the municipal government, intentionally or unintentionally said, so that Hou Weidong began to pay attention to Ma Youcai. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ma Youcai was the last to enter the private room, he sat next to Ning Yue, still as steady as usual, toasting when he should be toasting, and laughing when he should be laughing.

The deputy positions of the municipal government are also ranked, in principle, the top-ranked deputy mayor sits on both sides of the top mayor, and today Hou Weidong is the protagonist of the dinner, on Ning Yue's side, Ma Youcai walked in, and naturally sat on the other side of Ning Yue.

Hou Weidong said secretly: "Ma is old and senior, ranked high, and I am AB corner, it is normal to succeed me, and it is normal to join the Standing Committee." Thinking of this, he went further into his thinking, "I went to the Provincial Party School to study, it is very likely that Zhu Minsheng meant, Zhu and Ma are enough to make Ning Yue restrain his hands, and me and Ning may make Zhu unable to control it." ”

Thinking of this, looking at Ning Yue, who was neat and crisp, she didn't feel a little worried about her.

Under the leadership of Ning Yue, everyone carried out a wheel war against Hou Weidong, Hou Weidong was trained in Shangqinglin in terms of alcohol, and he was generally more restrained in recent years, but if he really wanted to drink, it was really a good amount of wine, and he would not fall behind against Ma Youcai, Qian Ning and Ji Cheng alone.

Ma Youcai was the first to surrender: "Wei Dong has exercised a good amount of alcohol in Yiyang, the four of us together are not opponents, I raised the white flag, people, you have to serve the old, it is not okay to disobey, the idea of thirty and forty years old is different, the idea of forty and fifty years old is not the same, I am fifty, I know the destiny of heaven, and I don't fight with Wei Dong." ”

Hou Weidong had a desire to drink, but he was very clear in his heart, and pondered: "Ma Youcai is showing his attitude to me, he is old, that is, he doesn't want to fight with me, and he doesn't want to fight for power and profit, and I don't know if Ning Yue understands." ”

Ning Yue smiled and watched the men fight wine, her face was flushed, her eyebrows and eyes were shining, she looked very happy, she didn't have the sharpness and toughness in the office, and she didn't seem to notice what Ma Youcai said.

At the end of the game, Hou Weidong was a little drunk, and Qian Ning was lifted by several secretaries, Ning Yue stretched out her slender hand, gently touched Hou Weidong's hand, and said: "Mayor Weidong, study and don't leave your post, this is what you promised, don't forget." ”

From the analysis of the current situation, he doesn't care about the affairs of the city government, Mayor Ning Yue will not be satisfied, and if he takes care of the affairs of the city government, there may be a conflict with Zhu Minsheng's arrangement, Hou Weidong feels that the female mayor also has the difficulty of the female mayor at this time, and said: "I will definitely be there as I shout, as long as Mayor Ning is willing to speak." ”

"I remember that." Ning Yue said this quite seriously.

Sitting back in the car, Hou Weidong called Xiaojia and said, "I'm back, are you at home?" ”

There was a mahjong sound from the phone receiver, and Xiao Jia said while touching the mahjong tiles: "Today, Sister Zhao has a birthday, and I will accompany her to play mahjong." ”

Xiao Jia has gathered a group of official wives around him, often get together, there are many topics, and the energy is not small, this is also the so-called circle, for this circle, Hou Weidong used to be quite supportive, but with the rise of his position, he basically acquiesced to this circle, did not advocate or oppose, and now, he does not even approve of Xiao Jia being mixed in it for a long time.

"Xiaojia, when will I come back, I will go to the provincial party school tomorrow."

Xiao Jia looked at her watch when she heard this, and said, "I just got together here, it's not good to go, have you drunk, rest at home for a while, I'll be back on time at eleven o'clock." ”

After making the call, several people at the table began to laugh at her, Zhao Xiu said: "Forget it, let Xiaojia go back, Mayor Hou will go to the provincial party school to study tomorrow, and they will also be affectionate." Hong Ang's wife said: "It's okay to be affectionate, but be careful to kick off the quilt and don't catch a cold." ”

These middle-aged female comrades spoke rudely and tightly, even surpassing the male comrades to some extent, Xiao Jia already had immunity to this, and said: "It's all old husbands and wives, what kind of affection are you still making into." Although she said this, she also wanted to go back earlier, but because of the mahjong field, she made up her mind to end it on time at eleven o'clock.

Hou Weidong entered the house, opened the living room, and raised his eyes to see the toys placed in the corner of the house, as well as all kinds of plush Barbie dolls in the corner of the house.

Hou Weidong originally wanted to make a phone call to ask if Xiao Yu was sleeping, but after hesitating for a while, he still didn't call his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

At this time, he poured into the wine, came to the stereo in the corner of the living room, and chose the album of the four brothers, and soon, "Five Hundred Miles from Home" floated in the house.

If you miss the train Im on

If you missed the train I was on

You will know that I am gone

You will understand that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You'll hear the whistle wafting from a hundred miles away

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

You'll hear the whistle wafting from a hundred miles away

Lord, Im one, Lord, Im two

God, after a hundred miles, after two hundred miles

Lord, Im three, Lord, Im four

God, after three hundred miles, after four hundred miles

Lord, Im 500 miles away from home

God, I've been five hundred miles away from home

Away from home, away from home

Leave home, leave home

Away from home, away from home

Leave home, leave home

Lord, Im 500 miles away from home

God, I've been five hundred miles away from home

Not a shirt on my back

I don't cover my clothes

Not a penny to my name

I was penniless

Lord, I cant go back home this a-way

God, this road can't let me go home

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

This a-way, this a-way

This way, this way

Lord, I cant go back home this a-way

God, this road can't let me go home

If you miss the train Im on

If you missed the train I was on

You will know that I am gone

You will understand that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles...

You'll hear the whistle wafting from a hundred miles away......

The lyrics of this song are far from Hou Weidong's life, but its artistic conception and deep infection have deeply infected him, and he frequently uses several words and repetition to express the hardships of life. These 500 miles are a difficult road in life. In ancient and modern times, people in China and abroad who left their hometowns to seek a living, some were rich, and some were poor; But whether it is rich or poor, the sorrow in the heart is always indelible.

Hou Weidong sat quietly in the living room and listened to this song twice, and Guo Lan's shadow appeared in his mind.

After the second date, both seem to be deliberately avoiding each other. And Hou Weidong has never stopped thinking about Guo Lan, and often comes up with the details of being with Guo Lan in his mind, he drank wine today, and tomorrow he will leave this land that has been sprinkled with youth and sweat, in the song, he feels a sadness similar to being five hundred miles away from home.

"I'm listening to a song." Hou Weidong took the initiative to call Guo Lan, which was also the first call he took the initiative to make to Guo Lan after the second date.

Guo Lan sat under the lamp reading a book, received a call, almost knocked over the lamp, straightened the lamp, she said in a calm voice: "What song are you listening to?" ”

Hou Weidong replayed "Five Hundred Miles from Home", and brought the mobile phone close to the speaker, and suddenly, Guo Lan's ears were also filled with pure country songs.

At the end of the song, Hou Weidong said: "I will go to the provincial party school for training tomorrow for half a year." ”

"I know about this, will I leave tomorrow?"

"Leave tomorrow morning."

Guo Lan said: "I passed the graduate exam, in Shanghai, the school starts in April, I am a paid student,"

Speaking of this, both of them were silent for a short time, and Hou Weidong said: "Before you go to Shanghai, I want to see you, and I will take the time to go back to the house of Shazhou College." ”

Guo Lan kept saying in the depths of her heart: "This relationship is immoral and has no future, and it must not continue." Another voice immediately objected: "I love Hou Weidong, that is, I love him, and I am not a Puritan, why can't we meet." ”

She struggled for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "I arrived in Shanghai on April 24. She did not explicitly agree to meet or not, but by saying when she left, it meant agreeing to meet.

Hou Weidong said: "Okay, I know. ”

Hanging up the phone, Hou Weidong sat on the sofa listening to music, the alcohol slowly came up, fell asleep unconsciously, and had a variety of dreams.

In the dream, he stood inside the gate of the silk mill, surrounded by angry workers, who were scolding and spitting at first, and then fists and kicks. Although it was a dream, it felt very real, even feeling the painful dream of being punched and kicked on his face, arms, and back, smelling the peculiar smell of the factory, and the roar of the machine.

When she was being beaten, Guo Lan pounced on Hou Weidong's body, she roared desperately, scolding, there was no usual quietness at all, and soon, there was blood on her face, and the blood dripped on Hou Weidong's face, warm and with a faint smell of blood. Hou Weidong was angry, jumped up and fought against countless punches and kicks, and when the attacking punches and kicks dispersed, he was surprised to find that Guo Lan on the side had disappeared.

Looking around, I saw a back in the distance.

Hou Weidong is like Zhu Yin in the moonlight treasure box, standing on the city tower, looking at the back in the distance, he was actually stupid in his dream, desperately trying to shout the name of "Guo Lan", but he couldn't make a sound.

"Hey, how to sleep on the couch, going to get sick." Xiao Jia opened the door and saw Hou Weidong sleeping on the sofa and woke him up.

Hou Weidong was still immersed in the dream mirror at this time, and only after rubbing his eyes did he see that it was Xiao Jia, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, and said secretly: "I dreamed of Guo Lan just now, did you shout?" Peeking at Xiao Jia's face, everything was normal, which proved that he really didn't shout.

"I'll be back at eleven o'clock, and I thought I wouldn't be back until after twelve."

Xiao Jia washed her hands, took the apple and sat beside her, and said while peeling: "Tomorrow you are going to study, I have to come back early anyway, if it weren't for Sister Zhao and Sister Rui coming, this mahjong would have been pushed." ”

She handed the apple to Hou Weidong, walked to the corner of the house, turned off the stereo, and the room was suddenly quiet.

"Sister Zhao and Sister Rui are saying that it is a good thing for you to study at the provincial party school."

Zhao Xiu is Su Mingjun's wife, Sister Rui is Hong Ang's wife, the two Standing Committee members are human spirits, and the other half of human spirits are naturally somewhat clever, Hou Weidong came to some spiritual energy, and said: "What did they say, be specific?" ”

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