The Story of Qingfeng Village

Chapter 1 A Letter

Ningcheng

Xishan Road

The morning sun shines on the tall trees on both sides of the canal, and shines on the sidewalk through the cracks in the leaves.

In the flower beds of the roadside green belt, bowl-sized roses are competing for splendor.

This is a major landscape in Ningcheng, such roses bloom all year round,

Not only the banks of the canal, but also the green belt of the main road are full of roses.

This has become a unique landscape in Ningcheng
A water truck drove past to the cheery "Happy Birthday to You" tune.

Those office workers and students riding shared bicycles rushed forward while avoiding the sprinkler.

The city awoke after a night of slumber.

Everything is full of life and vitality.

Liu Jianguo went out and walked to the unit.

The Education Bureau where he works is not far from home, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there.

While admiring the scenery on the shore, he showed a faint smile. This is the city he lives in, peaceful and peaceful.

He was born and grew up in Sri Lanka. Except for a few years away from college, he has been working and living here, and he has reached middle age in a flash.

I haven’t made much progress in the Education Bureau these years. I’m just dawdling. People who entered the unit at the same time as him or those who came later have made a lot of progress. Only he is now only a section chief of the Veteran Cadre Section, and he is still a deputy. .It is also the one that has been settled after seeing his qualifications for so many years.Veteran Cadre Section is a very leisurely department serving retired cadres.

Alas, if it hadn't happened for that incident, Liu Jianguo would be in front of this secretary and that secretary now.

Forget it, I don't think so much anymore, people who are about to go to the fifth place have nothing to look forward to, just wait for retirement honestly.

A dirty pickup truck drove past Liu Jianguo quickly.

Xishan Road is the only way to the railway station and the intersection of the expressway, so there are many vehicles passing by. In addition to buses and taxis and private cars, there are also many large and small cars coming off the expressway, but it is not so dirty. It was the first time Liu Jianguo saw the car, as if he had rolled in the mud, his nose and eyes were almost gone.

Hmph, if you don't wash your car when you enter the city, it will seriously affect the appearance of the city. I don't know if the traffic police will fine you?

Liu Jianguo thought.

Immediately after entering the gate of the unit, the old head Zhang in the reception room stopped him, "Old Liu, Section Chief Liu, here is a letter from you."

Liu Jianguo: "Is it for me or for our Corey?"

What I sent to Corey was an official letter, and my own was a private letter.

"For you."

for yourself?

These days, very few people can write letters.

Now that Internet communication is so developed, mobile phones and computers can communicate at any time, writing letters has long been out of fashion, and even middle-aged greasy uncles like Liu Jianguo are contacted by QQ and WeChat, who would write to themselves?

Liu Jianguo took the letter suspiciously, and glanced at the envelope. It was an ordinary kraft paper envelope, and it said it was received by Liu Jianguo, Ningcheng Education Bureau, and it was signed by Qingfeng Village, Baima Town, S County.

Without a postmark, the letter did not arrive by post.

But the words Qingfeng Village, Baima Town, County S hurt Liu Jianguo's eyes.

How long has it been since this address appeared in front of my eyes, it has been deeply buried in my memory, I don't want to think about it.

But today, who is going to pull it out of the depths of memory?

Is it... Li Ying's family?
Since Li Ying left, they stopped writing letters. They still had to send some money and things to them during the holidays, but they never received a reply. Dad still maintained the connection with them, and he slowly buried it in the depths of his memory.

This letter is really strange.

Liu Jianguo did not rush to open the letter, but asked the old man: "How did this letter come from?"

Old Zhangtou: "Someone sent it just now. He drove a dirty pickup truck. He put the letter in my place and left."

Dirty pickup truck?Isn't it the one that passed me just now?

The car was driving fast, and I didn't pay attention to who was driving.

Liu Jianguo walked into the office with the letter.

Before the others came, Liu Jianguo opened the window to let the air in. He boiled the water first, made tea later, and then sat down to open the letter.

Seeing the words on the head: "Dear monitor"

Not Li Ying's family.

This should be my classmate.

Liu Jianguo is the squad leader in junior high school and high school, and only his classmates call him that.

Are you a junior high school classmate or a high school classmate?

Forget about it, just see what she said first, maybe you will remember it.

Continue to look down, there is an answer.

"Squad leader, do you remember me? I'm Zhu Xia."

Zhu Xia?

The name is so familiar, but for a moment I can't remember what she looks like.

"I am the Chinese class representative of Class [-], Grade [-], Grade [-], and you were our monitor at that time."

Having said that, Liu Jianguo immediately remembered.The one with the ponytail is the representative of the Chinese department who is read as a model essay every time he composes.

That's right.That's her.

But when they were divided into classes in high school, Liu Jianguo didn't pay attention anymore.

Last year, Liu Jianguo got in touch with some of his junior high school classmates. They also created a group. The leader of the group is Li Xiaomi, the cultural and entertainment committee member of the class. The goal of the group is to find all the classmates and get together.Li Xiaomi also found out the graduation photo at that time and sent it to the group for everyone to keep, and mobilized everyone to get in touch with all the students who could be contacted.

However, because we separated for too long, many students were missing.

At present, only a dozen people have been contacted in the classmate group.

I heard that Zhu Xia stayed in the provincial capital after graduating from university, but no one knew which unit she was in.

I didn't expect to receive a letter from her today.

Liu Jianguo clicked on the phone photo album and found Zhu Xia among the crowd.

I don't know what she looks like now, how could she write a letter to herself?

Liu Jianguo continued to look down with doubts.

"Squad leader, you are surprised to receive my letter. We have been separated for 30 years, and we miss our classmates very much. I heard that you work in the Education Bureau, so I took the liberty to write to you. The mobile phone signal in the place where I stayed No, I have to use this method, and I think writing a letter can make it clearer, so I wrote this letter and asked Secretary Xiao to bring it to you. The purpose is to let you, the squad leader, take the lead and mobilize the people in Ningcheng. Old classmates, provide some books and other learning tools for the children in our village primary school. Hehe, I am thick-skinned, and I will not refuse anyone who comes. The more the better, I will bring them back when Secretary Xiao finishes his work. By the way, This is the phone number of our Secretary Xiao. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him. Secretary Xiao is the first secretary of Qingfeng Village. He is absolutely trustworthy, but he only stays in Ningcheng for two days. Do your best, on behalf of the children in the village, thank you in advance."

Seeing this, Liu Jianguo thought, could it be that the person driving the dirty pickup truck is the first secretary that Zhu Xia mentioned?

And why is Zhu Xia, an old classmate who hasn't seen each other for 30 years, in Qingfeng Village?

(End of this chapter)