Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 520
Xiao Yi was silent for a while, and suddenly understood the reason of the matter.

Falling down the stairs is only one reason, the real reason is that this piece of public opinion is dead.Falling down the stairs didn't really matter.Xiao Yi had given Zhang Weimin his pulse just now, and found that there was nothing unusual about his body.However, the blood and meridians in this body are far less vibrant than before.

After all, it was because of this piece that he died for the people.Coupled with the coming of age, this tired body is already overwhelmed.At this moment, he suddenly relaxed, and finally collapsed like a high wall in an instant.

"Big brother, don't think too much." Xiao Yi's mood suddenly became astringent, and he said forcefully: "I have checked your body just now, and you are old and strong, and you are fine. I will write a lot more in the future There are a lot of good words, waiting for Big Brother to appreciate them."

When the old secretary heard Xiao Yi mention the words, his cloudy eyes finally brightened a bit: "Go, write me a word. I said you write, Zhao Xing, you grind."

Zhao Xing stayed by the side all the time, with a gloomy expression on his face.Such a strong man silently moistened his eyes in this room.

Zhao Xing walked forward as usual, stood silently beside the old secretary's desk, and grinded seriously.

Xiao Yi picked up the good-quality wolf hair, and asked softly: "What do you want to write, brother."

Zhang Weimin finally regained some energy, and said in a loud voice: "In the ages, there is no place for a hero to find Sun Zhongmou. The dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The grass trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, the humane slavery once Live. I think back then, gold and iron horses swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily, sealed the wolf and lived in Xu, and won the rush to the north. In 43 years, I still remember the flames of Yangzhou Road. Looking back, under the Buddha Beaver Temple, a piece of Shenyashe Drum. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

A sad poem was recited impassionedly by Zhang Weimin.It seems that Zhang Weimin has returned to the days when he swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger in this poem.

Xiao Yi swiped his ink in a wolfish brush, his handwriting was wild.Write this poem quickly on the fine rice paper.

"One more song." Zhang Weimin suddenly closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice like weeping: "When the crows are exhausted, who is Xiao Li hating? Xu, the breeze blows to the plum in the vase, and the word heart has turned to ashes."

After reading this song, Zhang Weimin sat on the bed silently and stopped talking.

Xiao Yi's handwriting was mournful, and the nib of the pen seemed to be crying blood, slowly writing this desolate ancient poem.Writing has never been so difficult as it is today.It seemed that Xiao Yi had to exhaust all his strength every time he picked up a pen and wrote a word.

As for Zhao Xing at the side, the tears in his eyes rolled down and fell on the ground.

Heroes are late, ambitions unfulfilled.

After writing down these two words, Xiao Yi put the two words beside Zhang Weimin's bed: "Brother, whenever you are free, just take a look. I have already written both words."

"Put it here, I'll take a look later." This piece of Weimin is really tired, as usual.He will definitely open Xiao Yi's original work as soon as possible, and take a good look at it.However, after sitting on the bed for such a long time, he was already out of breath: "Go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

After walking out of this room for the people, Xiao Yi suddenly turned his head.Looking at the mournful Zhao Xing beside Zhao Xing, he asked, "Where is Miss Yuanyuan? Why aren't you at home?"

This piece of paper has done such a big thing for the people, and the body looks so weak.However, his goddaughter Zhang Yuanyuan was not around, this was too much for Xiao Yi to understand.

"Yuanyuan, I've been busy with art exhibitions in SH recently." Zhao Xing replied slowly: "Last time, Miss drew a series of paintings with the theme of water. It was recognized by the old secretary and most painters in the industry. In the past few days, SH is busy with the smooth holding of the art exhibition. It is said that I encountered a little difficulty, so I can't get out."

"A series of paintings with the theme of water?"

Xiao Yi chewed these words for a while, and then remembered the charming scene at the bottom of Qingjiang River.It seems that Zhang Yuanyuan also benefited a lot from the underwater gluing.

Immediately, Xiao Yi frowned: "Meet a little problem? I'll ask later. However, it doesn't matter whether the art exhibition is held as scheduled or not. I have to let her come back later. The old secretary's complexion is not very good, I have to let Yuanyuan stay with me all the time. Career can be put aside, filial piety is the most important thing. Otherwise, I am afraid that the tree will not stop, and the child will support but will not wait for relatives. The body of the big brother is stronger than I imagined. It's too bad."

Zhao Xing hummed lightly, and nodded in agreement.

"By the way, the old secretary's body has always been healthy. Why, he fell down the stairs. If he fell, he wouldn't die." Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Xing and asked again.

"Actually, it happened like this." Zhao Xing finally began to confide the truth to Xiao Yi: "That day, the old secretary was standing at the top of the stairs and received a call. Then, he fell down the stairs suddenly. Although he didn't How he fell, but since then I found that the old secretary is no longer the old secretary. His mental outlook is very poor. He often sheds tears alone, often looks forward alone and hesitates to speak, often alone People stay up late and turn on the lamp until dawn to read some old letters."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Xiao Yi's mind, and he caught something in an instant.

Obviously, that phone call dealt a fatal blow to the old secretary.It was that phone call that made the old secretary feel depressed and heartbroken.The root of everything lies in that one phone call.

"What phone number, do you know?" Although Xiao Yi knew that Zhao Xing probably didn't know, he still couldn't help asking.

Zhao Xing shook his head, then hesitantly pulled Xiao Yi's arm, and pulled Xiao Yi to the toilet on the other side of the room.Only then did he take a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said, "I really don't know what phone calls I made. However, I see that the old secretary is often alone in a daze. One day, I paid attention to the phone number on the old secretary's desk. A newspaper, the tear stains on the newspaper were not dry. So, I secretly read a piece of news in that newspaper."

"What news?" Invisibly, Xiao Yi became nervous.

"A piece of news that is closely related to the old secretary." Zhao Xing lowered his voice, and said slowly: "In the newspaper, it was recorded that Song Zhengming, the head of the No. 1 People's Procuratorate in the capital, was sentenced to death for embezzling tens of millions of dollars. Execute immediately. Later, Song Zhengming committed suicide by biting his tongue in prison."

"There are corrupt officials every year, what's so unusual about that." Xiao Yi curled his lips, really unable to connect this matter with Zhang Weimin.

"You don't understand." Zhao Xing suppressed his voice again, and said in a low voice: "Song Zhengming is the most outstanding student of the old secretary. He was promoted to the head of the procuratorate at a young age. Along the way, the old The secretary recommended many times and cited many of his own connections. The old secretary often praised Song Zhengming in front of others. He was fair and upright, a blessing for the people and a blessing for the society. Years of painstaking efforts of the secretary have been wasted, and years of reputation has been wasted. Tell me, can he have a better life? He is still the student he loves the most, and died in prison for no reason. Would you feel better if it were you?"

After listening to Zhao Xing's words, Xiao Yi suddenly understood a little.No wonder, the old secretary suddenly fell down the stairs after receiving that call.Since then, it has been heartbroken.

A talent cultivated with painstaking efforts, and a student he is most proud of.At this most glorious time, such a thing happened.This is a complete negation of Zhang Weimin. After all, Song Zhengming's journey along the way, a lot of credit must be attributed to the old secretary Min.The old secretary Zhang Weimin entrusts people with contacts and contacts.Believe that Song Zhengming has supported you up.How will Zhang Weimin explain to his old buddies after this incident of corruption and bribery happened?
Moreover, I often praise myself as a good student in front of my friends.This Song Zhengming has smashed his Zhang Weimin's signboard. The student you are proud of is a moth of the people.It seems that whether you are really doing things for the people and recommending good officials for the people needs to be discussed again.

In the end, he stepped back ten thousand steps and said, no matter what happened to Song Zhengming.However, after all, he was the old secretary's protégé.The deep feelings in it are unknown to outsiders.However, he must have deep feelings, and must be the type of good teacher and helpful friend.However, such a person stopped abruptly at the most glorious time in his life.He committed a crime and committed suicide in prison.

This made Zhang Weimin, who was full of doubts, unable to ask at all. He couldn't ask why Song Zhengming was corrupt. Did he forget his many years of teachings?
It was too late to blame, Song Zhengming had already let go.

This kind of blow made the old secretary, who had always been tough, finally collapsed.Realizing that the supreme reputation of his life will be destroyed in one day.And life is so fragile, so fragile that even a greeting and a care are too late to say that the person is already gone.

After listening to these words, Xiao Yi frowned.Sort out the details of this matter.Then, in an instant, he understood the mood of the old secretary Zhang Weimin.

"This Song Zhengming is too disappointing." Xiao Yi finally let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "This incident is indeed a fatal blow to the old secretary. Hey, the world is impermanent, and everything in the world is endless. Change. All we can do is accept. Now that the old secretary is getting old, I don’t know if he can carry it this time.”

(End of this chapter)