The provincial capital is one of the few cities in China. The sun is still very poisonous after passing through five o'clock in the afternoon, shining on the train platform.

The ticket checking entered the platform, only two or three hundred meters away. Chen Huai and Shao Zheng and Chu Qiang, who drove to the provincial capital to see him off, were so hot that sweat beads oozing from their foreheads.

Chen Huai thought about it again and again, but he did not take the travel bag that was half a person tall and deep, filled with Donghua local specialties. In addition to changing clothes, he only had a few books and a sports backpack, and Shao Zheng insisted on holding it for him.

"Secretary Chen, please let me get in the car and get the tickets." Chu Qiang said.

"I am not the secretary of the provincial party committee, so I will support you when I go out." Chen Huai said with a smile.

During his lifetime, the older ones in the early thirties and the younger ones were still in school, but no one would take the position of the town party committee secretary in his eyes. If he brought his escort back to Beijing, he would not only not be able to show off his might, but he would be hungry and laughed at.

Besides, he went back this time as a grandson. He didn't know what kind of treatment he was treated, and he had no intention of letting the miserable scene fall into the eyes of others.

The conductor standing at the door of the soft sleeper carriage checked his ticket, his beautiful eyes glanced over, probably guessing the relationship between the three of them.

"Okay, don't take me into the car, drive back, be careful," Chen Huai took his backpack from Shao Zheng's hand, slapped it on his left shoulder, and said, "I will stay for about a week when I go back to Yanjing this time, and the phone will be turned on at any time. If you encounter any situation, you can call me..."

Shao Zheng handed a bag to Chen Huai and said, "County Magistrate Chen Bing likes to smoke golden yolk. Secretary Chen, don't let us accompany us to Yanjing, so I have to ask you to go..."

"I have to go and recognize the door at the city's Beijing Office anyway. How much trouble can I get when participating in the city's investment promotion activities?" Chen Huai took the cigarettes that Shao Zheng and Qian Wenhui and his wife brought to Chen Bing, and handed the ticket directly to the conductor, checking the ticket and getting on the train.

Speaking of Chen Bing, the former county magistrate of Xiapu County, Chen Huai had little contact with him, but He Qingshe served as deputy secretary, town mayor, Qian Wenhui served as deputy factory director, and in charge of finance, all of which were promoted by Chen Bing.

Chen Bing was an official who came step by step from the financial system of Xiapu County. Before Shen Huai was transferred to Meixi Town, he worked as deputy secretary of the Xiapu County Party Committee and acting county magistrate for five years. Compared with other officials who were not involved in personnel, Chen Bing still did some practical work in Xiapu County and also allocated a group of capable grassroots cadres like He Qingshe, Guo Quan, and Qian Wenhui.

However, as an official who came up from the grassroots level, Chen Bing did not have any special support from the upper class. It would be almost the end to the end of the way to make the Xiapu County Mayor.

During the official turmoil in Donghua City for nearly a year, although Chen Bing had nothing to do with factional struggles, he served as director of the Municipal Sports Committee from Xiapu County Mayor. After two months, he was transferred to the municipal government as deputy secretary-general and director of the Beijing Office.

Although the deputy secretary-general of the municipal government and director of the municipal office in Beijing also enjoys the treatment of the administrative department, it is a world of difference compared to the superiority of a county.

There are so many positions in the officialdom, and factions cannot compete, so how can a person who has nothing to do with any faction for nothing? This is the case in the officialdom. If you don’t belong to this circle, you just belong to that circle. If you are not a circle, you have to stand aside.

Chen Huai later wanted to contact Chen Bing, but Chen Bing had been transferred to Yanjing and had never had the chance to meet him.

This time, Chen Huai was going to participate in the investment promotion activities organized by the provincial government, and the Municipal Office in Beijing would inevitably be responsible for the investment promotion coordination work in Donghua. On the other side of the Municipal Office in Beijing, Chen Huai wanted to show his face. Qian Wenhui knew about this, so he asked him to bring a few cigarettes to Chen Bing.

There were four mats in the soft sleeper compartment. When Shen Huai entered the compartment, a man and a woman were already sitting opposite each other and chatting enthusiastically.

The woman is dressed in a fashionable dress, wearing a dark red dress, white stockings, with eyebrows, eyes, lips, and cheeks. Her makeup is very thick, her skin is slightly dark, and her clothes are not matched, but her appearance is above the standard, and she needs to squeeze out almost half of her white, milk and sap from her collar.

The man wore a flowery shirt with Mengtejiao logo, but he didn't know whether it was true or not, but it was very dazzling. He wore a gold chain as thick as a little finger on his neck. The big "big brother" was placed on the small table by the window. There was a Motorola pager on his waist. When chatting, he wanted to get his eyes into the collar of a woman in the red skirt.

Listening to the content of their conversation, the two did not know each other before getting in the car, but Meng Tejiao's tone of hundreds of thousands of minutes made the eyes of the women in the red dress shimmer and they became very interested in each other.

Chen Huai came into the carriage, and both men and women looked up at him.

When the woman saw such a handsome young man walking in, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

The woman in the red dress sat on Shen Huai's bed. Chen Huai took her backpack and threw her pocket into the corner. The woman in the red dress stood up and asked Chen Huai to sit in. She sat down and listened to Meng Te's flattering words. Perhaps the woman in the red dress occasionally looked at Chen Huai's eyes, which made Meng Te's attention turn to him and asked carelessly: "Is this school holiday going home? These days, colleges and universities in the provincial capital have been on holidays, and there are many students on the train."

"No," Chen Huai said, "the unit is on a business trip..."

"Your unit benefits are good, you can sit on a soft lie on business trips," Meng Te's sweet man became interested and sat upright. "What unit do you work in, little brother? Tell me, I may even have dinner with the leaders of your unit..."

"Small units have few people, and no one has the opportunity to go on business trips. Occasionally, so the benefits are better." Chen Huai took the People's Daily Club from his backpack and spread it on a small table, showing that he was not interested in participating in the topic of their business for hundreds of thousands of minutes.

Probably a corner of the pocket was exposed, and the golden-leaf cigarette that could be bought for ten yuan fell into the eyes of Mengte's beautiful man and the woman in red dress. Mengte's beautiful man and the woman in red dress quickly lost interest in Chen Huai and started chatting enthusiastically, but it was not the case that Chen Huai was present and did not immediately sit together.

After a while, an old man got into the car, dressed like a retired worker, and a short-sleeved shirt also looked like a work clothes of a state-owned enterprise. He carried a net bag with him, including changing clothes and washing tea jars.

The old man's hair was very short, with a erect root, and a white frost dye, looking very energetic.

The old man was on Mengte's upper bunk and was also a person who was not good at talking. He climbed to the upper bunk. If an apple had not rolled out of the broken net pocket and smashed into Chen Huai's head, the old man would probably have said a word when he got in the car.

Chen Huai's head hurts the apple, and he suspects that it is not an apple, but a stone, so the old man said the word "ah".

Chen Huai also smiled, but the apple rolled down and the elder brother who put Meng Te upright on the table touched him with a big "pop" and almost fell to the ground.

Mengte picked up the big brother, looked at the old man with disgust, and said, "Can you move lightly?"

The old man closed his eyes and turned a blind eye to Meng Te's despise.

Meng Te's sweet man has no choice but to do anything to such an old man with personality. Nowadays, those who can sit and lie down when they go on a soft bed, even if he dresses like an ordinary worker, he cannot really treat the other person as an ordinary worker.

Chen Huai handed the apple that had been smashed to pieces to the old man, and sat down to read the newspaper. The old man looked at Chen Huai and saw that he was looking at the People's Daily Club. He said in a urn: "The People's Daily Club is talking nonsense, so it is better for young people to read less."

Seeing that the old man was still an angry young man, Chen Huai just smiled and said, "It's not bad to pass the time."

Shortly after the train started, the conductor came in to change the seat sign, and it was the girl who checked the tickets in the train.

The conductor took Chen Huai's ticket to register in a small notebook. When he sent him a sleeper sign, his beautiful eyes glanced at him and said softly: "You are so young, you are all secretary..."

When Chen Huai saw her holding him to Shao Zheng before getting on the car, Chu Qiang heard what he said and said with a smile: "The village party secretary is also the secretary..."

In 1994, female flight attendants in China usually said that they were beautiful girls, but the quality of the conductors in the soft sleeper compartment was not slightly worse. Although the girl in front of her was wearing a traditional conductor uniform, her white face and a slightly narrow-sized eyes were really more beautiful than that of a woman in a red dress.

"As an official at such a young age, there must be a backstage at home." The old man suddenly interrupted the upper bunk opposite.

Chen Huai had no choice but to smile bitterly and refused to respond. He wanted to adjust his interest with the conductor for a while and completely eliminated the old man.

Although it is only more than 700 kilometers from the provincial capital to Yanjing, it took more than ten hours to take the train in 1994.

After a short period of time of hookup, Meng Te's cute man and the woman in red dress had already sat on a bed, chattering and laughing from time to time; the old man had a strange temper, and Chen Huai had already assigned his work before he was about to come, and no one called him at this time.

Chen Huai heard Mengte's beautiful man and the woman in red dress whispering there, and was so angry that he picked up the cigarette and wanted to go out to smoke. As soon as he opened the door of the sleeper car, he saw the beautiful female conductor pushing a young woman holding a child and walking out: "How can you come here with a regular ticket?"

"The carriage over there is too hot and not ventilated, so my child can't stand it. Look at his face, just let us stay for a while, and when he recovers, we will go back, please..." the woman begged anxiously and pitifully.

The conductor just refused to let him go and said in embarrassment: "No, no, let the leader know that I will scold you to death."

Chen Huai looked over and saw that the young woman was only two or three years old. Her face was strangely flushed, her chest was flushed violently, and she was breathing with her eyes closed. She was startled and said, "This child is afraid of heatstroke," she reached out and touched the child's face, which was a little hot, and said to the conductor, "You can't rush into the carriage at will. If something goes wrong, you can let them stay with me for a while before leaving." Take the little boy over and let the mother and son enter his carriage. Seeing that Chen Huai was like this, the conductor stopped driving people.

Meng Tejiao Man probably heard the movement, leaned over and said disgustedly: "How can you let others come in casually? What if I lose my things at night? The child is sick, isn't there a medical staff on the train?"

Seeing the passengers giving their opinions, the conductor looked at Chen Huai in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

"Give me your ticket," Chen Huai took out the sleeper sign and gave it to the woman with the child. He touched the child's forehead. The problem was not very big. He took out two bottles of drinks from his backpack and handed them to the woman, and said, "You hold this sign and find the conductor if you have anything to do..."

The old man in the upper bunk leaned over to look at Chen Huai, then looked at the child in the young woman's arms, took out a small bottle of human pill from his net pocket and handed it over, and said, "Populate ten pills and eat them. It's so hot that such a young child can't bear it."

The young woman was so grateful that she didn't know what to say; Chen Huai just smiled, picked up his backpack and carried his pocket and walked out.

The conductor chased after him and explained in a low voice: "It's not that I don't let her stay, there are regulations on the train..."

Chen Huai remembered the past when he took the train to sneak into the sleeper carriage aisle in the middle of the night and smiled and said, "You are nothing wrong!" He followed the carriage and walked to the back half of the carriage.

Ordinary carriages and air-conditioned soft sleeper cars are really different. As soon as Chen Huai entered, the heat mixed with sour smell came over him, making it difficult for him to adapt. In the weather in the cool office, students were rushing to cool off in the summer. The aisles of the two carriages were filled with people, as if they could canned fish, and it was difficult to get involved.

Chen Huai squeezed into a slightly empty position, stood by the wall, turned his backpack to his arms, and planned to stay overnight. At this time, he heard a soft voice calling his name: "Chen Huai!"

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