Since Wang Juan's intervention, Zhang Weiping's life has been much more vivid. In an organ like the Construction Committee, Zhang Weiping spends his days like a year, and there is not much to do when he goes to work, but everyone has to sit behind the desk, and he is busy with the little work at hand, such as the monthly report, and the review of a project reported below, which has been stamped with many bright red seals, and they have to routinely stamp one in this office, and when the project approval form is reported to the office, they are not in a hurry to stamp it, and first circulate it from everyone's hands, this kind of circulation is not continuous. First, it was in the hands of Section Chief Zhang, and it was placed on his desk, on which many such reports were piled up, and it was not until the unit that submitted the project repeatedly urged it, and some units even sent representatives to come to the unit before getting off work at noon or night. When I entered the house, I didn't talk about the project first, but first scattered a circle of cigarettes, and talked for a while, and then it was time to eat, and I said: Everyone, we are all friends, the manager asked me to meet with you, please enjoy the light, let's have a light meal.

People in the office, you look at me, I look at yours. One of them said: Forget it, forget it, it's all your own family, what else do you eat?

The person who came said: You must eat, if you don't eat this meal, you will look down on my Lao Guo, how will we deal with you in the future.

It's all about this, Lao Guo is so sincere, so what else is there to say. Lao Guo said: I have decided on the place, and I will go first in the No. 3 private room on the second floor of Aunt Wang's restaurant.

After saying that, Lao Guo left, everyone got ready, someone called to inform the family that they would not go back to eat, and a few ladies went to the bathroom to wash their faces, and then put on makeup; Some men look in the mirror and straighten their ties, fiddling with their hair or something.

At that time, there were not many restaurants, and the last time the restaurant was quite a thing, and after the event, most people would arrange a dance or something. The environment of the dance hall is not good, there are many units in order to generate income, simply clean the canteen, put a few speakers, put the dining table together, fluorescent lamps with a few strings of latte flowers to decorate, this is the dance hall, five yuan a ticket, people rush to go.

At that time, ballroom dancing was just popular, and it was fresh, two men and women, who were not originally related, came together justifiably because of dancing, and there was friction between their bodies in the hook of shoulders and backs, which was such a hazy and ambiguous thing. At that time, men and women, young and old, would dance a song in a chic manner, and after warm applause, people would be impressed by him. Those who can't dance are not far behind, hiding in the corner and playing with their peers, some with chairs, and some back home and dancing in the mirror. In short, people were fascinated by dancing at that time.

Aunt Wang got together in the restaurant and danced for another night, and everyone was in a happy mood. When they were about to break up, Lao Guo got to the point, took everyone's hands and said: Director Ma, please see our project report.

Director Ma said: What's the matter, you can come and pick it up tomorrow afternoon, and we will work an extra shift for you tomorrow for approval.

Lao Guo was very grateful.

As soon as he got to work the next day, Director Ma found out the approval report sent by Lao Guo's unit and asked him to stamp a bright red seal. In the afternoon, Lao Guo took it away, and naturally he was grateful again. On that approval form, a string of seals have been stamped, and Lao Guo still has to stamp it. That's what it was like at that time, and people were like that, so it's not surprising.

The rest of the time, people read the newspapers, drank tea and chatted, and the days went on unhurriedly.

Aunt Yu, who was sitting opposite Zhang Weiping, was very concerned about the progress of Zhang Weiping and Wang Juan, and the sentence on her lips was: It is better to demolish a temple than a marriage.

Aunt Yu said: Xiao Zhang, how is the matter with Wang Juan?

Zhang Weiping smiled.

Aunt Yu said again: Wang Juan's child is good, I watched her grow up, you can get there, you can't be wrong.

Since Zhang Weiping returned to the city and joined the organ of the Construction Committee, time seems to have stood still, day after day, today like this, tomorrow like this, and the day after tomorrow. Zhang Weiping had a sense of depression, and only a little ember of the young man's ambition was burning in his heart. When he was a teenager, he thought about his future and his profession a thousand times, but he never thought that he was living a life of idleness in the agency. He was depressed and depressed.

At that time, he failed to go to the battlefield of Vietnam, which was full of artillery fire, but went to the countryside, that vast world had planted his broad ideals, he sincerely hoped to make a difference in the countryside, at that time he had only one belief, to change the backward appearance of the countryside, to build terraces, to repair canals, he took the lead, the entire battle site was boiling, the construction site was full of flags, colorful, and it made people excited to see it. People sweated and struggled, as if communism could be achieved overnight. In those exciting days one after another, Zhang Weiping's heart was hot, and he felt that his ideal was getting closer to reality little by little. His ideals and fiery feelings died after returning to the city.

The life in front of him suddenly drained him of his muscles. He didn't need any energy, he wanted to shout and scream from time to time, and the young and boiling blood gradually calmed down in his body. In this bland and tasteless real life, he thinks of Li Yaling many times, and when he thinks of Li Yaling, he thinks of the exciting, vast and boiling countryside, and all the complexes and beauty are related to Li Yaling. When he thinks of those unforgettable years in the countryside, he will think of Li Yaling, and when he thinks of Li Yaling, he will recall those beautiful and unforgettable times in the countryside.

There were many times when he stopped at the gate of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, looking at the people who came in and out there, hoping to see Li Yaling's figure appear, but Li Yaling's figure was rarely seen. As long as he stood at the door of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, no matter whether he could see Li Yaling or not, he felt that he was closer to Li Yaling, as if he could touch the memories and beauty that he had again.

When he was confused, he found the small piece of paper that Wang Juan had left for him. It had Wang Juan's phone number written on it. When he thought of Wang Juan, he thought of Li Yaling again, Li Yaling back then, and Wang Juan now both combed a pair of thick and long braids, and stood in front of him with a pure and pure appearance. At this time, his heart was a little excited again. In this excitement, he seemed to return to the old days when he was in the countryside.

One weekend, he dialed Wang Juan's phone, apparently she also heard his voice, and said excitedly: It's Wei Ping. She looked as if they had known each other for thousands of years, only at this moment, they were separated again.

The two met again, Wang Juan still looked a little shy, she was wearing a white shirt and blue skirt, she looked a little like a college student, her face was red, but her eyes were bright. She didn't ask him where he was going, and he didn't know where to go, they got on a bus, and the two of them sat together, neither of them spoke, and just looked out the window. The view from the window is first the city, then out of the city and into the suburbs. Finally, they got out of the car.

The bus was gone, and the two came to their senses, surrounded by a field of crops.

Wang Juan looked at Zhang Weiping in confusion, Zhang Weiping was here, as if he had returned to the past, when he looked left and right, he actually found a canal, which was an abandoned canal, and the canal crossed a river and led into the distance. He didn't say a word, and walked forward, Wang Juan could only follow him. Finally they came to the bottom of a bridge built for the aqueduct, and above it was the bridge through which the aqueduct passed. When he came here, it was as if he had returned to the countryside. In the winter of that year, he also stood under a bridge and went on a date with Li Yaling. The ice under the bridge crackled with the cold, and they looked at each other with a sigh of breath in their mouths and a shortness of breath. There, he and Li Yaling completed their first kiss, their cold teeth bumping together with an earth-shattering sound. They shivered in the cold wind, tentatively handing their tongues to each other. What an exciting time it was, and they kept it on and on.

Zhang Weiping led Wang Juan here, there was no purpose at all, the ghost sent the god here, and his passion was mobilized at once. He whistled, picked up the pebble and threw it into the water, as if he had returned to the good and fascinating old days.

Wang Juan also seemed to be moved by Zhang Weiping, and she shouted. Later, the two of them sat on a stone and looked at the flowing water in front of them. Zhang Weiping was here, as if he had come to a paradise, away from the idleness of the agency, and regained the passion that had passed away.

He looked at Wang Juan's silhouette, she and Li Yaling were so similar, Li Yaling used to comb two such braids, Li Yaling's figure and Wang Juan's figure were illusions, and the long-lost impulse in his heart recurred in his heart. He suddenly hugged Wang Juan, Wang Juan was stunned, but still accepted him.

He searched for her lips, and she dodged. At this time, Zhang Weiping was stubborn and tenacious, and he kissed Wang Juan a little roughly and passionately.

At first, Wang Juan was struggling, her head twisting left and right in his arms, panting, timid and shy. Later, she didn't move, her lips were pursed together, leaving no gaps for Zhang Weiping. Then she opened her lips and began to cater to him, her eyes half-closed, and she did not know where she was for a moment. A whining sound came from her throat.

He was excited and trembling, he had the illusion from time to time that he was not facing Wang Juan, but Li Yaling, the former Li Yaling, strong, healthy, full, spotless like the sun.

After a long time, he let go of her. They were all panting, and she looked at him with a distraught look, but he looked at the fields in front of him.

She gasped and said, "You're too strong."

He turned around and asked, "What did you say?"

She said again: It's too fast, we're too fast. She finally leaned into his arm, and after the woman's first line of defense was broken through by the man, she had already given half of her life to the man. As he snuggled up to him, his body shook, stiffened, hesitated, and finally reached out and took her shoulders in his arms.

Zhang Weiping closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the crops being blown by the wind, smelled the breath of the earth, hugged Wang Juan, and two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Wang Juan raised her head and looked at him in amazement: You are crying.

He closed his eyes and said, "No."

She said, "You cried, and I saw your tears flowing down your face."

He quickly wiped the tears from his face, gritted his teeth and said, "No."

The two men stopped talking, staring at each other closely.

Zhang Weiping was able to let Wang Juan get closer to him so quickly, because there were many psychological factors. First of all, he found the shadow of Li Yaling in Wang Juan's body, of course, it was external, and it was precisely because of this external similarity that Zhang Weiping had an illusion, which made Wang Juan and the ideal Li Yaling mix together from time to time, making him unable to distinguish who was more cute. In addition, the reality of life makes Zhang Weiping's life colorless, and he urgently needs to find a little ideal outside the reality to add a touch of color to his lifeless life. At this moment, Wang Juan appeared and filled Zhang Weiping's boring life.

The love that arises in this state of affairs is destined to be tragic. Of course, they didn't realize it at this moment. They strive to walk into each other and awaken each other's passions with their bodies.

When the sun set, they came out of the bridge hole, and both of them looked a little tired because of love, but their expressions were excited. When they came, the two of them followed, Zhang Weiping in front, Wang Juan in the back, Wang Juan's steps were a little hesitant, and now Wang Juan had handed over half of her body to Zhang Weiping, and she was almost carried forward by him. A woman in love is the most likely to lose her mind. At this time, Wang Juan, no matter whether there was a mountain of swords or a sea of fire in front of her, she followed Zhang Weiping desperately forward.

On the way back, the two of them were sitting on the bus, she still rested her head on his shoulder, her hands around his arm, her eyes closed and immersed in the tide of love.

When Zhang Weiping sent her home, it was already dark, she turned to look at him, and he looked at her. He had another hallucination, standing at the door of Li Yaling's house, he sent her home, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, and there were one or two real dog barks around him.

His gaze was misty, half sober and half drunk.

She finally said, "Go to my house."

He came to his senses and looked at Wang Juan. The scene of finally going to see Li Yaling appeared in front of his eyes again, that scene was like a knife pierced deep into his heart, and after such a long time, his heart was still bleeding.

A voice told him: Li Yaling is married, and her teacher.

He came to his senses again. And she said, "Come and sit down at home, and sooner or later you will see my father and mother."

He thought about it, and finally followed Wang Juan to the door. It wasn't until he walked into Wang Juan's home that he realized that Wang Juan's parents were not ordinary people, the house was a four-bedroom and one-living room, and the Japanese Sanyo TV at home was clearly broadcasting the news.

At that time, not to mention Japanese color televisions, it was black and white televisions, and many families didn't even think about it.

Wang Juan's father was watching TV, about fifty years old, white shirt, dark pants, at a glance, it can be seen that this is a typical cadre attire. Wang Juan's father was very kind, and when he saw Zhang Weiping coming in, he stood up, and took the initiative to shake Zhang Weiping's hand, and then said: Sit, sit.

At that time, Zhang Weiping learned that Wang Juan's father was the deputy director of the Department of Health, and his mother was an ordinary cadre of the Department of Health.

Deputy Director Wang talked to Zhang Weiping without a match, and Wang Juan poured tea and looked for cigarettes inside and out.

When Zhang Weiping said his father's name, Deputy Director Wang's eyes widened, and he asked again in disbelief: Are you Deputy Commander Zhang's child?

Zhang Weiping smiled shallowly, and Deputy Director Wang moved his body over, made a lot of affection to Zhang Weiping, and personally took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Weiping. Then he said: Deputy Commander Zhang is my teacher, the 312th Division, I was the deputy company commander at that time, go back and ask your father, he must still have an impression of me, that year's big competition, I won the first place among the grassroots cadres, or Deputy Commander Zhang personally gave me the big red tweed.

Speaking of the past, Deputy Director Wang's face flushed, and he looked like he was in a reverie.

Zhang Weiping also did not expect that Wang Juan's father was his father's comrade-in-arms. At that moment, his feelings for Wang Juan became closer again.

Deputy Director Wang said again: Xiaojuan, you child, don't say a word when you fall in love with Xiaozhang, look at this trouble, if the two of you become it, this is a kiss and a kiss. Okay, okay, you talk slowly, I'll accompany your mother.

Deputy Director Wang also retired, and only Zhang Weiping and Wang Juan were left in the living room. The two of them had nothing to say for a while, and Zhang Weiping suddenly felt that all this in front of him was so familiar. He suddenly remembered that in Li Yaling's house, Li Yaling's father, the old branch secretary, they were sitting on the kang, there were snowflakes floating outside the window, and Li branch secretary and him were drinking and chatting about family life. It was a good old man who was well-informed, and I don't know what he was doing at this time.

After sitting for a while, he stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Wang Juan glanced at him and followed him all the way downstairs. He stood on his feet and said to her, "Go back."

She said, "You know my home, and you are welcome to come often."

He smiled, and walked towards the night, he walked for a while, and when he turned around, he saw Wang Juan standing at the door still waving to him.

Zhang Weiping had no choice but to fall in love with Wang Juan, and everything that followed was very popular, the two of them dated, watched movies, and went to the park. Later, Wang Juan also went to Zhang Weiping's house, and when it came to Wang Juan's father, Deputy Commander Zhang still remembered. Deputy Commander Zhang commented on Wang Juan's father: That little ghost can endure hardships, he is smart, but he left the army too early. If he was still working in the army, maybe he would have become a division commander.

Regarding Deputy Director Wang's job change, there is also a small episode, it should be said that he left the army for love. At that time, Wang Juan's father was stationed in the hospital as a military representative of the army, and Wang Juan's mother had just graduated from nursing school, in her early twenties, and she was smart. Wang Juan's father was attracted to this little nurse at first sight. Before this, my father was engaged in his rural hometown, and if it weren't for Zhizuo's experience, maybe his fate would have been different. But at this moment, the little nurse crashed into his father's bosom like a deer, and he couldn't forget her. It didn't take long for the two to fall in love. The fiancée in the countryside found out and came to the army crying and shouting, to die or live. The leaders of the army talked to Wang Juan's father, and the purpose of the conversation was: to have a future, or to love. After a period of painful choices, Wang Juan's father still chose love. He changed careers, and he was twenty-eight years old that year, and he was a company commander in the prime of his life. So there was Wang Juan next, and by mistake, Wang Juan fell in love with Zhang Weiping again.

When Zhang Weiping knew about this episode, he felt a lot more emotion in his heart, the beautiful little nurse no longer existed, and Wang Juan's mother was tortured by the disease to the point that only a human figure remained. Zhang Weiping later learned that Wang Juan's mother had been sick for several years, first with a gynecological disease, and then with a stomach problem.

One day, Wang Juan's mother was in front of the hospital bed, holding Zhang Weiping with one hand and Wang Juan with the other and saying: Child, you can get married.

Zhang Weiping found that Wang Juan's mother's hands were very cold, and Wang Juan was secretly weeping. Wang Juan's mother fixed a pair of dull eyes on his face, what else could Zhang Weiping say at this time? He avoided Wang Juan's mother's gaze and nodded.

Next, they are busy getting married.

The two had the following discussion about whose house they would live in after they got married.

Wang Juan said: Let's live in my house after we get married, my mother is not in good health, and she needs to be taken care of.

Zhang Weiping said: I have no problem taking care of your mother, but I am not used to it.

Zhang Weiping also didn't want to live in his own home, in that case, he wouldn't feel free. So, he sent a report to the leaders of the construction committee and applied for a house to get married. Unexpectedly, the construction committee had just built a batch of dormitory buildings, and many people could move into new homes, vacating some old houses, Zhang Weiping was assigned a set of old houses with one bedroom and one living room, found someone to paint them, and bought some things, Wang Juan and Zhang Weiping were really ready to get married.

In the process of preparing for marriage, Zhang Weiping himself couldn't tell why he was not excited at all, as if he had been married several times, and the mood of marriage was not impulsive at all, and he didn't even have the slightest fascination, as if he was trying to complete a task.

When he was busy with the pre-wedding preparations, he calmed down. At this time, he thought of Li Yaling. So many days of darkness have finally cleared up. When Li Yaling got married, she didn't inform him that he was getting married, and he must tell her the news.

On the evening of the first day of marriage, that is, when he got off work, Zhang Weiping rode his bicycle to the door of the Affiliated Hospital of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Today, he is here to send her an invitation, hoping that she will be able to attend his wedding tomorrow.

At last, he saw her, and she hurried away with her head down, unable to see joy or displeasure. The moment he saw her, his heart pounded abruptly. Before this, he once said to himself in his heart: Today I am sending her an invitation, and tomorrow I will marry Wang Juan. At that time, he comforted himself like this, and his heart was calm. But as soon as she appeared in front of his eyes, for some reason, he was nervous and excited. She walked far away in his sight before he shouted: Li Yaling.

He shouted three times in a row before she heard it, stopped, followed the sound and looked over, and found Zhang Weiping in the crowd. He walked over to her.

It's you? She was a little stunned, but asked anyway.

This is the first time the two have officially met since they broke up on campus. On campus that day, his image was deeply imprinted in her mind. The news about him was told to her by her father, who said in the letter: Zhang Weiping has returned to the city...... That's all, her father has always been angry with her because she failed to marry Zhang Weiping, for this reason, her father rarely wrote to her, and when she got married, her father did not come.

Zhang Weiping has faintly disappeared in her life, and occasionally when she combs her mind, Zhang Weiping will emerge from a deep place. Of course, it is linked to her future and fate, if there was no Zhang Weiping at the beginning, there would be no city life in her reality. From the bottom of her heart, she was grateful to Zhang Weiping. Sometimes she also thinks about what it would be like if she didn't marry Zhang Song and combine with Zhang Weiping? She didn't dare to think about it, and she couldn't think about it. She is a very pragmatic person, she only wants to be able to touch and see what is around her.

At this time, she saw Zhang Weiping, and when she saw Zhang Weiping here and now, she had a feeling of being in a different world.

She said, "Is that you?"

He said: I'm getting married tomorrow, this is an invitation, I hope you can attend.

She said, "You, you're married?"

In her impression, Zhang Weiping should have gotten married a long time ago, maybe she had children. Only now married, she has a feeling of stepping back in time.

He wanted to say something, but seeing that she didn't mean to continue, she just put the envelope containing the invitation in her satchel and scratched her hair with her hand. He was too familiar with her action, and in the past, when the two of them were about to break up, she was also so used to scratching her hair.

She finally said: I know, if I have time, I will definitely go.

After saying that, she lowered her head and hurried away.

At the wedding the next day, he never saw Li Yaling among the visitors. Until the end of the wedding, at that moment, he said in his heart: I, Zhang Weiping, are married, married.

Then he handed his arm to Wang Juan, who was standing aside, and Wang Juan took his arm and stood at the door to say goodbye to relatives and friends attending the wedding.