The intentional or unintentional words of the Secretary-General of the Municipal Government made Hou Weidong pay attention to and observe Ma Youcai.

Ma Youcai was the last one to enter the private room. He sat next to Ning Yue, still as steady as usual. He toasted when toasting, and joked when toasting.

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

Hou Weidong said intimately: "Ma has a wealthy and high ranking, and is a roster with me. It is normal to take over my job and join the Standing Committee member." Thinking of this, he further deepened his thoughts, "I went to the Provincial Party School to study, which is very likely Zhu Minsheng's meaning. Zhu and Ma are enough to keep Ning Yue away, while Ning and I may not be able to control it."

Thinking of this, looking at Ning Yue who was neat and straightforward, I felt a little worried about her.

Under Ning Yue's leadership, everyone had a round-robin battle against Hou Weidong. Hou Weidong was trained in Shangqinglin. In recent years, he has been relatively restrained, but he really had a good alcohol tolerance. He fought against Ma Youcai alone, and Qian Ning and Ji Cheng were not at a disadvantage.

Ma Youcai was the first to surrender: "Wei Dong has developed a good alcohol tolerance in Yi Yang. The four of us together are no match for each other. I raised the white flag. People must obey the old age. If you don't accept it, you will not be able to accept it. The idea of ​​thirty and forty years old is different, and the idea of ​​thirty and fifty years old is different. I am fifty years old and know my destiny, so I won't fight with Wei Dong."

This is clearly referring to drinking. It is meaningful in secret. Hou Weidong was very clear when he was drunk, and he thought, "Is Ma Youcai showing his attitude to me? He obeyed his old age, but he didn't want to fight with me, and he didn't fight for power and profit. I don't know if Ning Yue understood it."

Ning Yue smiled and watched the men fighting with wine, her face glowing red. Her eyebrows and eyes were shining, and she looked very happy. She no longer had the sharpness and toughness she was in the office, and she seemed to have not noticed what Ma Youcai said.

When the show ended, Hou Weidong was slightly drunk, while Qian Ning was lifted up by several secretary. Ning Yue stretched out her slender hand and gently touched Hou Weidong's hand, saying, "Mayor Weidong, don't leave your post when you study. This is what you promised, don't forget."

Based on the current situation, he does not care about the affairs of the municipal government. Mayor Ning Yue will be dissatisfied, and if he is in charge of the affairs of the municipal government, it may conflict with Zhu Minsheng's arrangements. Hou Weidong felt that the female mayor also had difficulties with the female mayor, and said, "I will definitely be able to say as long as Mayor Ning is willing to speak."

"I remember this sentence." Ning Yue said this sentence very seriously.

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

There was a rustling sound of mahjong from the phone receiver. Xiaojia touched the mahjong plaque and said, "Today, Sister Zhao celebrated her birthday. I will play mahjong with her."

A group of official wives have gathered around Xiaojia, who often gather together, with a lot of topics and a lot of energy. This is the so-called circle. Hou Weidong used to support this circle, but as his position increased, he basically agreed with this circle, neither advocating nor opposing it. Now, he doesn't even agree with Xiaojia's long-term involvement in it.

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

Xiaojia looked at the watch after hearing this and said, "I just got together here. It's not good to leave. Have you drunk? Have you rested at home for a while and I'll come back on time at eleven o'clock."

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

These middle-aged lesbians spoke so roughly that they even surpassed gay men to some extent. Xiaojia was already immune to this and said, "It's all old husband and wife, why are you still intimate?" Although she said that, she wanted to go back early, but because of the mahjong venue, she made up her mind to end it on time at 11 o'clock.

Hou Weidong entered the house, opened the living room, and looked up and saw the toys placed in the corner of the house, as well as various fluffy Barbie dolls in the corner of the house. Looking at these toys, he suddenly wanted to hug Xiao Jian and smell the pleasant smell of sweat on his body, but when he raised his hand to look at the watch, it was already 9:30.

Hou Weidong originally wanted to call and ask if Xiao Jian was sleeping, but hesitated for a while but still didn't call his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

At this time, he was drunk and came to the audio in the corner of the living room. He chose the album of the four brothers. Soon, "Five Hundred Miles from Home" floated around the house.

iyo

If you missed the train I took

You'll understand I've left

tempting anhearthehistlebloa mixed dred fans

You will hear the sound of whistles floating a hundred miles away

a mixed dred fan les, a mixed dred fan les

One hundred miles, one hundred miles

a mixed dred fan les, a mixed dred fan les

One hundred miles, one hundred miles

tempting anhearthehistlebloa mixed dred fans

You will hear the sound of whistles floating a hundred miles away

,lord,imto

God, one hundred miles passed, two hundred miles passed

,lord,i touch ur

God, it has passed three hundred miles, four hundred miles

lord,

God. I have been five hundred miles away from home

Leave home, leave home

Leave home, leave home

lord,

God. I have been five hundred miles away from home

mybak

I don't cover my body

I'm penniless

thisa-ay

God, this road cannot bring me home

thisa-ay,thisa-ay

This road, this road

thisa-ay,thisa-ay

This road, this road

thisa-ay

God, this road cannot bring me home

iyo

If you missed the train I took

You'll understand I've left

tempting anhearthehistlebloa mixed dred fans

You will hear the sound of whistles floating a hundred miles away

The lyrics of this song are far from Hou Weidong's life, but his artistic conception and deeply influence him. He frequently uses numerals and repetition methods to express the hardships of life. These five hundred miles are the hardships of life. In ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. Some of the people who leave their hometowns to make a living are rich and some are poor; but whether it is rich or poor, the sorrow of separation in their hearts is forever unsolvable.

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

After the second date, the two seemed to be deliberately avoiding each other. Hou Weidong never stopped missing Guo Lan, and details of being with Guo Lan often appeared in his mind. After drinking today, he would leave this land that had been sprinkled with youth and sweat tomorrow. In the singing, he felt a similar sorrow that was five hundred miles away from home.

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

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

Hou Weidong played "Five Hundred Miles from Home" again and brought his phone closer to the speaker. Suddenly, Guo Lan's ears were 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. It will take half a year."

"I know this, will I leave tomorrow?"

"Let's go tomorrow morning."

Guo Lan said again: "I passed the postgraduate exam. In Shanghai, school starts in April, and I study with paid attention,"

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

Guo Lan kept saying deep in her heart: "This kind of relationship is immoral and has no future, so she must not continue." Another voice immediately raised an objection: "I love Hou Weidong, but I love him. I am not a Puritan, so why can't I meet?"

She struggled for a while in her heart, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "I came to Shanghai on April 24th." She did not agree to see each other clearly, but she said the time to leave, which meant that she agreed to see each other.

Hou Weidong said: "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Hou Weidong sat on the sofa listening to music. The drunkenness slowly came up, and fell asleep unknowingly, and had a variety of dreams.

In his dream, he stood in the door of the silk spinning factory and was surrounded by angry workers. The workers were scolding at first and spitting, and then fists and feet towards each other. Although it was in the dream, he felt extremely real, and even felt the pain of being beaten and kicked on his face, arms, and back. He smelled the unique smell of the factory and the roar of the machine.

While being beaten, Guo Lan pounced on Hou Weidong. She roared and cursed desperately, but she was no longer as quiet as usual. Soon, blood fell on Hou Weidong's face, and the blood dripped on Hou Weidong's face, warm and faint bloody smell. Hou Weidong got angry and jumped up to fight against countless fists and feet. When the fists and feet that were attacking fists dissipated, he was surprised to find that Guo Lan was missing.

Looking around, I saw a back in the distance.

Hou Weidong was like Athena Chu in the moonlight treasure box, standing on the city tower, looking at the back that was leaving, he was actually confused in his dream, trying desperately to shout "Guo Lan" name, but he couldn't speak out.

"Hey, why are you going to sleep on the sofa? You're going to get sick." Xiaojia opened the door and saw Hou Weidong sleeping soundly on the sofa, and pushed him to wake him up.

Hou Weidong was still immersed in the dream mirror at this time. He rubbed his eyes before he could see that it was Xiaojia. He felt a little nervous and said to himself: "I dreamed of Guo Lan just now. Did you shout?" He looked at Xiaojia's face and everything was normal, which proved that he did not shout.

"I came back at eleven o'clock, and I thought I would not come back after twelve o'clock."

Xiaojia washed his hands, took the apple and sat beside him, peeling it, and said, "You are going to study tomorrow, and I have to come back early no matter what. If Sister Zhao and Sister Rui were not here, this mahjong would have been pushed."

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

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

Zhao Xiu is Su Mingjun's wife, and Sister Rui is Hong Ang's wife. Both members of the Standing Committee are sophisticated. The other half of the human being is naturally a little clever. Hou Weidong came with some energy and said, "What did they say, more specific?"
Chapter completed!