Chapter 138: Radical no intestines, the master of humble people (Part 1)

Because of Feng Junzi's special relationship, Zhang Rongdao personally took over the city's flood control wall project. Mr. Zhang did not come to the front desk for other common things about Rongdao Group. But after all, Mr. Zhang wanted to do business in Wucheng. If you want to make the business bigger or do peace, it would be impossible not to make friends with local officials. Other officials can ignore it. As the top leader of Wucheng, Mr. Zhang could not do anything without dealing with it. A painting I saw at Yang Datong's house with his own hands was given to Secretary Yang.

The opportunity to go to Secretary Yang's house was a coincidence. Secretary Yang was not at home when he went to a meeting in another place, and the nanny was on vacation, and only Yang Xiaokang was left at home. Yang Xiaokang insisted on taking Feng Junzi and he went to his house to play, but I refused, but I followed Feng Junzi. In Secretary Yang's study, I saw a painting, which was a fine brushwork and ink flower and bird. Although I was not good at painting, I could also see that the brushwork of this painting was good and was not written by ordinary people. Moreover, the content of this painting was quite special.

A large cluster of azaleas grows by the clear spring water. Two golden crabs crawled by the water bank, and a shallow streak of footprints were left on the ground. This painting is a large landscape of Wucheng and a famous product - azaleas and golden crabs. Look at the blank space on the picture. The inscription is small: "The azaleas are abundant and the golden shells are fat, and I am happy to see that the products are abundant and all industries are prosperous." This painting is really suitable for the official. I noticed that the title of this painting was given to Mr. Yang Datong, and the signature was Zhang Rongdao. This is actually Mr. Zhang's painting, and he is also good at painting! No wonder I found him with Xu Xi's ancient painting, and he could recognize it at a glance.

When I looked at this painting, Feng Junzi was also looking at it. I found that his expression was very strange - he wanted to laugh and tried his best to endure it. Is there something wrong with this painting? How could Feng Junzi have that expression? I looked at it a few more times before I suddenly realized! What does crabs mean by climbing through flowers? It is clearly what it means to go around in the village (scent). Mr. Zhang wanted to scold people but didn't speak directly, and used this kind of brushwork of Yang Qiu! It's ridiculous that Secretary Yang Datong didn't see it, and just hung it in the study. It's normal that people don't see it. Ordinary ordinary people really can't think of it.

"Feng Junzi, I heard that the words "Stone Record" on the signboard of Zhiweilou were written by you. Last time a calligrapher accompanied my father to Zhiweilou for dinner, and the calligrapher admired him at first sight. My father likes to collect calligraphy and paintings the most. No matter who made it, he likes to collect anything with high evaluation. Since you are here today, please leave a piece of characters, right?"

Feng Junzi and I were looking at the paintings. Yang Xiaokang had already put pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the wide desk. He wanted to ask Feng Junzi to leave a piece of characters, but Feng Junzi was modest but agreed. Feng Junzi stood at the table, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, picked up his pen and wrote six big words about flying dragons and phoenixes from right to left on the rice paper banner: "The blue sky is ten feet higher". Then he saw that the signature was four small words "The Young Master Forgetful".

Each character of the six-character running script, "The sky is ten feet taller" has a big football, which is written with a strong spirit and extraordinary charm. Yang Xiaokang even claimed good. After reading it, I was a little confused. The word "The sky" used to describe an official is a reputation since ancient times, and he even added the four words "The sky is ten feet taller". The flattery is slapped at the sky. This is not Feng Junzi's usual style? This word is obviously not written for Yang Xiaokang, but for his father Secretary Yang. I don't know Secretary Yang, but he can't be an official better than Bao Gong, right? Feng Junzi is not such a person who flatters his feet? He is too flattering at a young age!

It was not until I left the Yang family and walked out of the door of the municipal party committee's family compound that I suddenly realized! I held a tree and covered my stomach and swallowed a crazy laugh. Heaven and earth were always there, how could Qingtian Langlang inexplicably be ten feet taller? If Qingtian was really ten feet taller, there was only one reason-the ground under my feet was scraped off by one foot! The saying "scrape the ground" is the most typical swearing to corrupt officials and stolen officials since ancient times. Feng Junzi and Mr. Zhang, the old and young, have a very compatible style.

As I am, I have no chance to understand a high-ranking official like Yang Datong. But Feng Junzi's family is in the cadre circle, and he should know much more than me. Mr. Zhang is an old martial arts world in Wucheng and has a better understanding of Yang Datong. They all gave evaluations in this way. It seems that Yang Datong is not a good official, and I am afraid he can't even be considered a good person. My guess was verified soon after--

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Feng Junzi calmed down for only two days after causing trouble in Zhiweilou, and something happened again. This time it was not him who happened, but Qu Ling. Since he found her little nephew in Longquan Cave and carried her back to Qingquan Town, I haven't seen her for a long time. Qu Ling did not go to Zhiweilou, nor to Luxue Mingfang, but came to school to find me. This is already very abnormal.

She did not go directly to the classroom, but waited at the west gate of the school. Every noon, I would pass by here to the Luxue Ming Room. On that day, Qu Ling did not wear a police uniform, but a tight pink long-sleeved casual dress, her eyes were red and seemed to have just cried. As soon as I left the west gate, I saw her and greeted her.

"Ishino, I have been waiting for you all morning. Finally I saw you!" She was a little excited when she saw me and her breathing was uneven.

I was surprised: "Qu Ling, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"If you have something to do...it's nothing. I just want to see you. I wonder if there will be a chance to meet you in the future. Can you stay with me for a while?"

Qu Ling's expression was wrong, his tone was wrong, and it was obviously something. I quickly asked: "What happened? Why can't you see me in the future? Are you going to be transferred to another place?... Let's sit down, how about the Green Snow Tea Room in front?"

Qu Ling lowered her head: "I was not transferred, but there is one important thing that I can only come to find you... If there is no other place, can you go to my dormitory?"

I have noticed that her eyes were red and slightly swollen. It was obvious that she had cried for a while. Has anyone bullied her? Who would bully a policeman? When she was talking, she had already held the corner of my clothes with one hand. Although it was just a small piece, she grabbed it very tightly. I was sure that something had happened to her, and I wanted to ask the reason for persuasion and comfort, so I followed her to the single dormitory not far from Binjiang Road.

Quling's dormitory is in the community where Ji Xiaoyu lives, and it is a standard one-bedroom structure. As soon as you enter the door, it is a small room with tables, chairs, beds and cabinets. There is a small bathroom in the corner. There is no kitchen. Singles from the Public Security Bureau either go to the unit canteen to make food or go to the public kitchen to cook. After entering the house, she brought me a drink and asked me to sit on the chair. She kept sitting on the single bed and bowed her head and didn't speak, very silent.

Since I came, of course I had to figure out what happened to her. I pulled the chair closer and asked, "Qu Ling, what happened to you, seeing how you looked like you, what happened? Since you came to me specifically, you should tell me, right?"

Qu Ling looked up at me, with some expectation and sadness in her eyes. She looked very haggard, and her short hair was a little messy, not the kind of heroic and beautiful appearance I usually see. Qu Ling, who took off her police uniform, is a sad girl. Only then did I remember that she was the same age as me, and she just turned 20 this year, but she just started working earlier than me. Most people of this age are not very stable in their emotions.

"Shi Ye, do you still remember our experience in Fanchang Township? You squeezed me on the wall and used your back to block the bricks and stones." Qu Ling asked me faintly.

I smiled and said, "Of course I remember that I was surprised when you suddenly appeared outside the crowd. Fortunately, I rushed over and was in time."

"Do you still remember Longquan Cave? You carried me out in the dark and kept carrying the mountain. Do you know what I felt at that time?" Qu Ling asked about that experience again while recalling.

"Remember, didn't you get injured? Fortunately, my eyes can look at things in the dark. How do you feel?"

Qu Ling: "I felt very scared at first, but then I was not afraid anymore! ... On your back, I felt very warm and safe. I even thought it would be better if the road was longer, so you could carry me for a while."

Qu Ling has that kind of meaning to me, to be precise, she likes me. I know this, but I have never been willing to point it out. I already have Liu Feier and Han Ziying, a special celebrity, and I never want to provoke Qu Ling anymore. I don’t want to have any male and female relationship with her, but this does not mean that I don’t treat her as a friend. I should still help her if there is anything. What she said is a bit wrong, so I changed the topic and said, “Yes, we are good friends, and anyone who has something to do must help. Besides, we are also business partners. Aren’t you also a shareholder of Zhiweilou? Tell me, what happened today? Your mood is very abnormal.”

Qu Ling took out a notebook from under the pillow and handed it to me silently.

"What is this, why give it to me?"

Qu Ling: "This is my diary, can you read it?"

"Why do I have the nerve to read the private diary? Isn't that good?"

Qu Ling: "Look, I beg you! You don't have to look at the pages I folded from beginning to end, just look at the pages I folded. Please, just take a look!" Her tone was really begging. This begging made me unable to bear to refuse, so I opened the diary and saw the pages she had already folded.

"There are mobs on the opposite side, and bricks flying around the sky are flying around here. He hugged me so tightly! My back was leaning against the wall, and his chest was tightly against my chest... I could feel his heartbeat. His expression was so serious, his lips were pursed with lines, and he was so masculine... I could feel his body constantly shaking, but he protected me to stay motionless. He must be injured, not like this, must leave. Open here. I wanted to push him away and rush out, but I couldn't move. His arms were so strong!... As soon as I moved, I immediately felt the power of his body and the breath coming from him. For some reason, my whole body suddenly became soft and I had no strength at all, and I couldn't breathe....I had an illusion - those thugs no longer existed, the sky became darker, and there were only two people's breathing sounds around me. If this was the case, how great it would be!..."

This diary obviously talks about the riots of the people in Fanchang Township. I didn’t expect that in that tense and dangerous occasion, she would have such romantic ideas. I turned to another paragraph, which was about the experience of Longquan Cave.

"He has a different temperament from ordinary people. He is unique in this world! Not only because he has special talents and special identities... lying behind him, his back is so wide, and he feels very warm and safe! I feel warm and even a little hot. What will happen if I want to blow a breath on the back of his neck, or bite his ear gently?... I almost forgot that we are here to look for the child. If only me and him, and I hug him like this, what would he react?... I really want him to press me tightly like last time, what would happen in the wild? Will he kiss me? He will..."

A person's personality can also be seen from the words. She is a bold and cheerful girl, and she has a little trick. Otherwise, she would not have run to my house during the Chinese New Year to claim to be my girlfriend. The sentences in the diary are affectionate and passionate, and I have some jealousy and heartbeat when I read them. She begged me to see these clearly express love to me, and now I have to speak out.

I put down my diary, looked at her, and tried to say in a gentle tone: "Qu Ling, you are a beautiful and beautiful person, and you are a rare good girl. I like you very much, but I don't have that kind of feeling. It's not that you are not cute, it's me - I actually have someone."

Hearing my rejection, there was a hint of despair on her face, but there was another expression that I couldn't understand. "I understand, don't I want you to fall in love with me today... You still haven't read the last page, are you ready to read it?"

Her reaction was not normal. She might write it in her diary if something happened. I turned to the last page I folded, and my handwriting changed completely, becoming sloppy and messy - "What should I do? I thought there was still time to wait for him and chase him! But I couldn't see hope at once. Why is life so cruel? No, I must find him no matter what. My innocent body can only belong to him!"
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