yes.

If they remember correctly, Xu Fenglian was still lying on the hospital bed just now.

When she thought that she dragged her sick body to work in order to uphold justice, everyone was a little awe-struck.

It was the little old lady who looked at Xu Fenglian's back in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh softly:

"This female director is really majestic, even more powerful than the captain and the village party secretary!"

Su Qingfeng couldn't help but nodded, isn't it.

Sujia Village is not close to the town.

Some uncles in the village can't always stay in the hospital ward.

Therefore, when Su Qingfeng sorted out the lunch box and hot water kettle, a large group of people went back in a big way.

Su Qingfeng was the last to go.

He didn't feel at ease about leaving the old lady and the old lady in town.

It's freezing on this day, and the hospital conditions are not good, to be honest, it's better to nest comfortably and warm on the kang at home.

He took out the ticket from his pocket, and told the old lady and Bai Jing about Master Li of the state-run hotel, as well as several people he knew from the steel mill.

In the end, even Bai Jing, who was good-tempered, was a little impatient with the chatter.

She was amused and helpless, pushed Su Qingfeng and walked out of the ward, "Okay, my mother knows." In a town, my mother will not be unable to find her way. ”

After speaking, she touched her son's back with some distress, "Your injury is just right, and in the past two days, you have been doing it again, and you are rushing back and forth again, go back and rest as soon as possible, rest assured, the hospital will watch." ”

Su Qingfeng thought about it, and also felt that he was a little concerned.

His wife is usually inconspicuous, and she looks like she doesn't have much to say, but in fact she has drunk foreign ink.

At that time, she was able to go out to study, and Bai Jing's ability to take care of herself in life was definitely beyond Su Qingfeng's imagination.

After figuring out this stubble, Su Qingfeng was completely relieved, and went home with the two remaining mutton buns in his arms.

It's just that after a while, the people in Sujia Village have disappeared.

After such a big thing happened, and I stayed up all night, I was tired and sleepy, but I was like an arrow.

At the head of Sujia Village, there are generally few people living in it.

For example, Su Shuisheng is an exception.

The people in the cowshed, too, are an exception.

When Su Qingfeng was walking on the road, he was still thinking in his heart, how to stuff Zhao Di into the rural literary and artistic propaganda team, and it was best to take the road of the steel mill New Year's Day performance, so that Zhao Di could be sent to the county.

Otherwise, after such a thing, although the fault is in the Feng family, it is difficult to guarantee that there are some black-hearted long-tongued women who will take this matter out and talk about it, saying that the lepers in the city don't look down on Zhaodi.

But if Zhao Di can enter the county's singing and dancing team, this unworthy rumor will naturally be self-defeating.

Thinking in his heart, Su Qingfeng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Why...... Something is not quite right with the touch underfoot?

Originally, after stepping on the snow, it should be hard and hard, but there is a soft feeling under the feet.

Is this stepping on a snake?

Su Qingfeng chuckled in his heart, raised his foot, but saw a dark and rough hand.

He looked around, Uncle Shui Sheng had just told him that he was going to a state-run restaurant for lunch, but he was afraid that he hadn't come back yet.

Su Qingfeng's heart was complicated.

He came from hereafter, and he knew better than anyone the origin of these people.

In the past, he always deliberately avoided this question.

This shows that he, Su Qingfeng, is actually just an ordinary citizen.

It's just that...... Now that people are falling in front of them, what is it to save ...... Or not save?

Su Qingfeng looked around, it was white, and he couldn't even see a figure.

He took a general look at the old man, he was not a doctor, and could not see any specific symptoms, only from his scrawny and thin coat.

At the very least, this old man was suffering from cold and starvation, and his living conditions were not good.

Su Qingfeng tried to choke his man.

When the old man woke up leisurely, Su Qingfeng took out two mutton buns.

He was a little sullen, "I'm sorry, I only have these two buns on me, you eat them quickly, don't be discovered." I'll go first. ”

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Lin Duanyang only felt that this young man was simply stupid.

There is no future left.

Even, they are like a thorn ball, whoever touches a hand will stab the hand full of blood.

But this voice was embarrassed, Lin Duanyang was stunned to hear the respect that he had not seen for a long time.

Su Qingfeng came from a previous life, so the subconscious respect in his words was even more precious to him than eating.

Lin Duanyang was holding two steamed buns that still had some body temperature in his hands, and with years of cooking experience, he could accurately judge that the filling in the buns should be the best mutton.

Because the really good mutton actually doesn't have a strong fishy smell.

He shivered and covered the two mutton buns, and I don't know how long it took for him to feel frozen to the point that his unconscious hands were cold, and he regained a trace of touch slightly.

Lin Duanyang gritted his teeth and got up, but did not eat the mutton buns immediately, but carried them in his arms, faced the wind, and staggered to the cowshed.

As he walked, he still thought back to the guy just now.

It always felt like his face was somewhat familiar.

He should be home by now, right?

This thought suddenly popped into Lin Duanyang's head.

Coincidentally, a head was showing in the cowshed, and Song Jinxiu waved at Lin Duanyang with some excitement, "Old Lin, come and see?" ”

Lin Duanyang had been frozen in the wind and snow for a long time, and an idea slowly popped up in his head, which had become a little sluggish.

Song Jinxiu was the eldest lady of the capitalist back then, what good things have not been seen?

What is it that deserves her to show this look?

Lin Duanyang reluctantly quickened his pace, walked into the house, and his eyes widened suddenly when he saw the two thick futons in the house.

Although the big futon in front of me looks like it can't be broken anymore, with various patches, and the original color can hardly be seen, but ...... But it's better than the thin quilt they used themselves, I don't know how many times better!

Song Jinxiu's white and slender fingers in the past are now covered with calluses, large and small.

She was so happy that she almost burst into tears, and her mouth said again and again:

"It's okay now, it's okay now, Comrade Wei has had an accident these days, I thought we wouldn't survive this winter, but I didn't expect that there would be kind-hearted people who sent bedding, so that Professor Tang finally didn't have to suffer from the cold, and he didn't have to cough so badly."

Looking at the two futons on the ground, Lin Duanyang suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He took out the two mutton buns in his arms and took out one of them without hesitation, "Sister Song, let's take this mutton bun and share it with Lao Zhou." I have another one here. Later, I'll warm it up with water and stuff it for Professor Tang to see if he can eat more and make up for it. ”

Only then did Song Jinxiu see the two mutton buns in Lin Duanyang's hands.

If she had done before, she wouldn't have even looked at it.

But now, she was taken aback.

How could such a good thing fall into their hands?

Ask Lin Duanyang?

He was also confused, vague.

But in his heart, he deeply recorded Su Qingfeng's face and figure.

If you have the chance......

……

The days went by.

Seeing that Feng Sufen was discharged from the hospital, at this time, the village's literary and artistic propaganda team officially received a notice from the town and began to prepare for the New Year's Day performance.

It is worth mentioning that this New Year's Day performance is not trivial.

Listening to Su Qingfeng, there will not only be the song and dance troupe in the county, but also the big leaders of each factory to watch the New Year's Day report performance.

It is precisely for this reason that the village's literary and artistic propaganda team, with the help of the special consultant, Su Qingfeng, decided to select students from the village primary school to participate in this New Year's Day performance.

This is not an imaginary idea.

According to Su Qingfeng's words, that is...... Children are the flowers of the future of the motherland.

Only when children work hard can the motherland have a future.

Children can sing and dance, and the future of the motherland will be colorful.

Several cadres in the village listened to his argument and pondered for a while, and they really felt that it was a little interesting.

So with a wave of his hand, he approved the transfer of people from the village primary school for this New Year's Day performance.

So at noon on a certain day, the weather happened to be rare and sunny, and there was no snow.

In the open space of the village elementary school.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around and watched Su Zhaodi perform her talents.

Prior to this, only two children had passed the selection of the village literature and art propaganda team.

"No, he's not going to work, what is he doing here? How did he get into that...... Advisor to the Literary Propaganda Team? What the hell is the special appointment? In this word, isn't this basin with gold edges? ”

The tiger head looked at Li Jing, who was squatting beside him, chattering, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Among so many teachers in primary school, only Li Jing is the most peculiar.

He has a good background, but he has no shelf.

He's a teacher, but he doesn't look like a teacher.

And according to rumors in the village, he and Su Qingfeng often hook up and have a good relationship.

Of course, only the children of Hutou, Su Qingfeng and Li Jing knew.

Between them, it was a friendship erected by a meal of the night, a friendship that was harder than steel.

After all......

There's a good saying.

People are iron, and rice is steel.

Facing Li Jing's question, Hutou thought for a while, looked at Su Qingfeng sitting on the stool, and thought of the food he had made in the past, out of sincerity, he couldn't help but say, "I think Brother Qingfeng is very good." ”

Good?

What a fart!

Li Jing almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Why do you think you can rub so many extra meals?

It's not because he has Li Jing's money ticket cushioned.

The good guys are all him Su Qingfeng, and the bad guys all let him be Li Jing?

Li Jing snorted heavily from his nose.

Su Qingfeng raised his eyes, looked around, and found that the literary and artistic propaganda team in the village was all looking at Su Zhaodi in the open space with bright eyes.

Aunt Lotus, who was at the head of the propaganda team, smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into a line: "Ouch, Zhaodi, you don't usually come out like this, but now this opening of your voice scares us."

"What's it called? It's called – real people don't show their faces! ”

Aunt Lotus is a lively and fast-talking, and where she is, the atmosphere is always lively.

Sure enough, as soon as she said something like that, the big guys burst out laughing.

Zhao Di stood in the clearing.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Her cheeks were slightly red, but her expression remained calm.

In the words of Aunt Lotus, this child was born to do great things.

Su Qingfeng laughed when he heard this, deliberately raised his voice, and asked Aunt Lianhua, "Auntie, just say it." If you can't get by, just a word for you. ”

At this time, it is almost time for school to end, and many people in the village, who have nothing to do, gather next to the open space of the primary school to watch the singing and dancing talent show for free.

When they heard Su Qingfeng's words, they also coaxed.

"Yes, Tao Lianhua, is it okay?"

"That's right, I see that Zhao Di has a good voice, and after listening to it, my heart brightened."

Tao Lianhua pursed her lips, "I said you, I usually say that I Tao Lianhua is hot, I see that your temper is more urgent than mine!" As for whether Zhao Di has passed the selection ......?"

Tao Lianhua paused badly, waited deliberately for a while, and whetted everyone's appetite, and then said:

"Yes! How not! With such a good condition, if I don't sing a couple of sentences on stage, then I won't be able to speak at night! ”

The laughter of the crowd filled the clearing.

Su Zhaodi looked at the smiling faces around her, listened to the encouragement of the aunts and aunts in the village, and smiled when she thought of the various gossips she had heard outside the village these days.

Su Qingfeng saw her relieved smile, and a smile also appeared between her eyebrows.

……

Provincial capital.

In a compound in Hei Province, Li Ruiguang rode a bicycle to a small courtyard.

Many boys in the compound were originally running around the yard, but when they saw Li Ruiguang's serious and rigid face, their steps unconsciously slowed down, and they said in a proper manner: "Uncle Li." ”

Li Ruiguang moved the corners of his mouth slightly, looking like he was smiling, but in fact, the deep word "Chuan" formed between his eyebrows, which made him feel more serious and stereotyped.

The boys were so frightened that they spread their hooves and ran away.

When they reached the distance, they breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and said in unison: "Uncle Li is worthy of being the director of the public security bureau...... The momentum is also terrifying. ”

I heard that not long ago, Li Ruiguang had just shot several death row prisoners.

If you put it in the past, maybe someone can say that he is terrible.

I don't know how the children of the Li family adapted to their father's momentum......

Especially the eldest of the Li family, Li Ran.

Although she is not the favorite blessed appearance of her mother-in-law nowadays, she can't stand the rare appearance of the young man who is white and pure, sweet and soft.

It hurts to look at.

Many young men in the courtyard were thinking about Li Ran's idea in their hearts, but they hadn't taken the first step yet, and when they saw the "future old man", they immediately wilted.

No way.

The future husband is too imposing.

They were afraid that before they could get on the target, they would be secretly put in a sack by their father-in-law and beaten severely.

(End of chapter)