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It will take some time to deal with the abduction case, and it is impossible for Ning Lizhong to suspend the inspection and investigation for this matter.

In the next few days, he led a group of people to visit several villages at random.

Secretary Pan and Mayor Qi, who had suffered bad luck, no longer have the slightest temper. They honestly listen to the leadership's instructions, because they understand that if they don't follow the leadership's will, Ning Lizhong will cut himself by the head. Now the reason why he doesn't Immediately remove yourself, nothing more than to see the consequences!

Chen Mingyuan also understood what Ning Lizhong meant. After all, it is easy to change officials, but reappointment, let alone whether it can do better than the predecessor, first of all, Lishan City will experience a turmoil, and there is no way to invest in it in a short period of time. In the process of development and construction, and Ning Lizhong had just gained a firm foothold in Dongjiang Province, one inspection would kill two department-level officials, which would not only arouse fear and alienation from other subordinates and colleagues, but might also arouse opinions from the central leadership.

What politics is, to put it bluntly, is the stability and balance of the power structure!

In view of this, he might as well continue to keep Secretary Pan and the two of them. With such a big grasp in his hands, he is afraid that they will not devote themselves to running errands for him?

When the inspection was coming to an end, Ning Lizhong suddenly called Chen Mingyuan into the room alone and assigned him a new task.

"This person is..."

Chen Mingyuan looked at a resume, it was an old man surnamed Qiao.

"He is my old leader."

Ning Lizhong looked a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "He should live in Lishan, help me find it."

Seeing the confusion on his face, Ning Lizhong explained: "I haven't heard from him for a long time. During the Great Revolution, he was defeated and his lover suffered. Although he was rehabilitated later, he was already discouraged. Leng, rejected the central government's retention, and returned to his hometown alone, which is Lishan City, with his lover's ashes."

"After I came to Dongjiang, I checked his situation. The information was very vague. I lived in a town called Xianyun Town a few years ago. I tried to find him, but he had moved out of his residence and stayed behind. I don’t want to see an old friend again.”

Feeling the sense of silence, Chen Mingyuan didn't say any more: "Do you need me to bring anything?"

Ning Lizhong shook his head: "Forget it, don't disturb him, just help me to see how he is doing, if there are any problems in life, please help to solve them."

Chen Mingyuan nodded, and before leaving the door, Ning Lizhong stopped him again, stopped talking a few times, and finally turned into a sigh: "Go early and return early, we will leave Lishan the day after tomorrow."

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According to the materials, Xianyun Town is located in the northeast of Lishan City and is an old revolutionary base area. After Chen Mingyuan arrived in a car seconded from the Lishan Municipal Party Committee, he went directly to the local police station. Due to the long-term backwardness of the local economy, the household registration management here It was confusing, and the people who were looking for it had no fixed place to live in those years, and they had no clue at all in a short time.

Fortunately, Chen Mingyuan showed his work card from the Provincial Party Committee Office, saying that he was carrying out a secret investigation mission. The director of the police station immediately became more attentive. Seeing that the system and the household registration department could not find any clues, he personally led Chen Mingyuan to the place where the old man used to live. It's a pity that there are not many old residents left there. Many people have no impression of this old man surnamed Qiao, which made the director of the police station helpless.

In the end, a shopkeeper nearby provided clues, saying that a few years ago, he occasionally saw this old man carrying some bamboo chairs and stools to the market for sale, and then exchanged them for some daily necessities.

There are only three huge bamboo forests near the town. According to this clue, the director of the police station led Chen Mingyuan to search all the way.

"Mr. Chen, the last village near here is ahead, if you can't find it again, I..."

Director Li smiled wryly and remained silent. For a whole day, he took Chen Mingyuan to search the surrounding villages, large and small, but this person seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news at all.

Knowing that he had done his best, Chen Mingyuan nodded.

Compared with Zhaojia Village, this place is even more desolate, with only more than 30 households. According to Director Li, all the people living here are She people. Because of the poor economy and lack of information, the traditional way of life of the She people is basically maintained.

As soon as the car stopped, many people in the village ran out and circled around the car and the two people, seeming quite curious and fresh.

"Papa Lan, long time no see."

Director Li found an old man who was sitting under the eaves basking in the sun, and pointed to Chen Mingyuan to explain his purpose.

Papa Lan seemed to be deaf and couldn't understand Mandarin at all, but after seeing the photo Chen Mingyuan took out, he suddenly said: "Old Qiao, old Qiao..."

Director Li couldn't help but find a young man in the village who can speak Mandarin to help spread the word.

Qing Zhuang glanced at the photo, then at Chen Mingyuan, and said, "What are you looking for, Grandpa Qiao?"

"I'm his friend's child, and I'm here to visit him."

Chen Mingyuan made an excuse, worrying that Mr. Qiao would just close the door and thank the guests.

Qing Zhuang looked at him suspiciously, as if observing whether he was lying, and finally shook his head, saying: "You are late, Grandpa Qiao already left last year."

"Where did you go?"

"Then, it's already buried in the ground."

Qing Zhuang pointed to the bamboo forest hill in front of him, Chen Mingyuan's expression changed, and he was instantly speechless.

People who have cared for many years, look back and search, but it is already separated by yin and yang.

Director Li also sighed seeing that his face was not good, and then asked if he could go to see the grave.

Qing Zhuang asked Papa Lan for instructions, and when he got his consent, he asked the two of them to follow him.

Leaving the village, he led the two of them across a stream bridge first, and then walked along the winding path towards the hill.

While walking, Chen Mingyuan looked around and found that this place is actually an idyllic scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers and strange peaks and rocks. It is surrounded by beautiful bells and clouds, and it feels like a fairyland. Beside the mirror-like lake, stands a mountain rock that looks like a spring bamboo shoot, straight into the sky, which is spectacular!

Director Li noticed what he was looking at, and explained: "It's called Tianzhu Peak. According to legend, Xuanyuan Huangdi cast a tripod here to make alchemy, and then ascended to the sky on the red dragon to become an immortal. Our Xianyun Town is here. named."

Amidst the strange scenery, Chen Mingyuan suddenly thought of the old man who was freed from the power struggle, and he somewhat understood his original intention of retiring from the world and living in seclusion.

As the saying goes, a great hermit hides in the city. Perhaps, once the glorious years of power are in hand, once they return to their original nature, they will not be able to match the joy of these days of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Walking all the way up the mountain, there are dense bamboo forests on both sides of the mountain road, the breeze is gentle, and the trees are slowly swaying along with the loud sound of bamboo waves in the distance.

The mountain is getting higher and higher, and the bamboo on the mountain is getting thicker and denser. As far as the eye can see, there is a sea of ​​green bamboo forest everywhere, and there are waves of strange sounds like waves. The waves of the flood swept across the world, resounding through the heaven and earth.

After walking for a while, the mountain road suddenly diverged into a fork. On the left was a small path that continued to extend upwards, and on the right was a flat open space. Surrounded by dense green bamboos, there was a tomb on the flat ground. The tombstone stands in front of the grave, and the tombstone is covered with moss, revealing delicate shoots, with a few lines of mottled handwriting engraved on it.

The three of them came here, stopped, and looked at the tomb.

"Grandpa Qiao is lying here."

Qing Zhuang said in a low voice: "There is also his wife."

The mountain wind blows slowly, and the sound of bamboo rustles.

Standing in front of the tomb, Chen Mingyuan stood silently with his head bowed. Although he had never lived before, he still had an inexplicable feeling.

No matter how high this old Qiao was, and no matter how much loneliness he experienced when his lover passed away, he should be happy when he left.

In a daze, Chen Mingyuan bent down, pulled out a few weeds on the grave, and bowed deeply to the tombstone.

Qing Zhuang seemed to be a little moved, he hesitated, then pointed to the other end of the bamboo forest, and said: "Grandpa Qiao built a bamboo house there, you can go and have a look, but you are not allowed to touch anything."

Chen Mingyuan nodded and said with a smile, "Please take care of Mr. Qiao for so long."

He took out the wallet from his pocket, took out all the banknotes inside, and handed them over, "I thank you on behalf of Joe, you can use them to improve everyone's lives."

Qing Zhuang waved his hands again and again with a serious expression.

Director Li took Chen Mingyuan's hand and shook his head.

Chen Mingyuan knew that he was taking the liberty, so he hurriedly took it back, a little ashamed. Compared with the power field in the metropolis, the people here are surprisingly simple.

Qing Zhuang explained some more things, so he planned to leave first, when he suddenly thought of something, he said: "In recent years, there is still someone who often comes to see Mr. Qiao, do you know him?"

"what kind of person?"

Qing Zhuang frowned and thought for a while, then said: "A woman, she looks very beautiful, like a fairy."

Chen Mingyuan suddenly became suspicious. Could it be that Qiao Lao was an old friend in Yanjing before his death?

After Qing Zhuang left, Director Li also made an excuse to leave beforehand. In this case, it is better to leave him alone.

Afterwards, Chen Mingyuan walked slowly towards the small bamboo hut. At the end of the path, there was a large green bamboo grove. In the quiet forest, bamboo shadows swayed. There were two huts in the center, both of which were made of thick bamboo. A small courtyard was surrounded by bamboo and wooden fences, and some flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables were planted, but because no one took care of them for a long time, they were a little bit decadent.

Pass through the gate, open the door and walk in, and find that the tables, chairs and couches in the house are all made of bamboo, and there is a bamboo landscape painting hanging on the wall.

Chen Mingyuan checked and saw that there was nothing special, so he was about to leave. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and the next moment, there was a pleasant voice.

"Who's in there?"

Chen Mingyuan's heart moved, and he remembered the woman Qing Zhuang mentioned just now, so he immediately walked out of the bamboo house, and saw a woman standing gracefully in the courtyard.