Beauty's Devil Guard

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 the people's heart is dead. Falling down the stairs doesn't really matter. Xiao Yi has just given Zhang Weimin a pulse and found that his body is no different. However, the blood and channels in the body are far less energetic than before.

After all, it's because this one died for the people. With age coming, this tired body is already overburdened. This suddenly relaxed down, and finally like a high wall collapsed in an instant.

"Don't think too much, big brother." Xiao Yi mood suddenly a burst of astringent, forced way: "I have just checked your body, old when strong, very good.". In the future, I will write many good words, waiting for my elder brother to appreciate them. "

When the old secretary heard Xiao Yi mention the words, his turbid eyes finally brightened a little: "go, write me a pair of words. I said, "you write."

Zhao Xing has been accompanied by one side, his face gloomy. Such a strong man moistened his eyes silently in the room.

As usual, Zhao Xing stepped forward and stood silently beside the old secretary's desk, grinding carefully and attentively.

Xiao Yi picked up the superior Lanhao and asked softly, "what do you want to write, brother?"

Zhang Weimin finally came to some spirit, and said in a loud voice: "through the ages, heroes have no place for sun Zhongmou. The wind and rain always blow away the wind and rain. The setting sun, grass and trees, common alleys and alleys, and human beings once lived in jinu. Think of that year, the golden age and iron horse, gas swallow ten thousand li like a tiger. Yuanjia grass grass, fenglangjuxu, won the imperial North Gu. Forty three years ago, I still remember the beacon fire in Yangzhou road. But looking back, under the Buddha's ancestral temple, there is a drum of God crow society. Who can ask if you are old enough to earn a living? "

A pathetic poem was read with great enthusiasm for the people. It seems that in this poem, Zhang Weimin goes back to the days when he was as angry as a tiger.

Xiao Yi's writing is wild. The word was quickly written on the top quality rice paper.

"One more song." This one for the people suddenly closed his eyes, sighed for a long time, opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "the crows are exhausted, who is Xiao Li's hatred for? The snow suddenly turns the Xiangge catkins, the wind blows to the danpingmei, and the heart words have become ashes."

After reading this song, this one sat on the bed silently for the people, and no longer spoke.

Xiao Yi's writing is sentimental, and his NIB seems to be weeping blood, slowly writing this sad ancient poem. Writing has never been so difficult as it is today. It seems that every time I write a word, I will try my best.

And the side of Zhao Xing, the tears in the eyes rolling down, tick tick fell on the ground.

When a hero dies, his ambition fails.

After writing these two words, Xiao Yi put them beside Zhang Weimin's bed: "brother, when you are free, just have a look. I have already written two pairs of words. "

"Put it here. I'll see later." This one is really tired for the people, if it's usual. He will definitely open the original works of Xiao Yi for the first time and enjoy them. However, after sitting in bed for such a long time, he was already a little out of breath: "you go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

Out of this room for the people, Xiao Yi suddenly turned his head. Looking at Zhao Xing's sad face, he asked, "where's Miss Yuanyuan? Why not at home? "

This one has done so much for the people. It looks so weak. However, his daughter Zhang Yuanyuan is not around, which is too confusing for Xiao Yi.

"Yuanyuan, I've been busy with painting exhibitions in SH recently." Zhao Xing slowly replied: "last time, Miss painted a series of paintings with the theme of water. Has been recognized by the old secretary and most of the artists in the industry, these days, is busy with the smooth holding of the exhibition. It's said that I have a little problem, so I can't get away with it. "

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

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

Then, Xiao Yi frowned: "a little problem? I'll ask later. However, it does not matter whether the exhibition is held as scheduled or not. Later, I have to get her back. The old secretary doesn't look good, so Yuanyuan has to accompany him all the time. Career can be put aside, filial piety is the most important. Otherwise, I'm afraid the tree will want to be quiet and the son will want to be raised but not treated. Big brother's health is much worse than I expected. "

Zhao Xing gave a gentle hum and nodded his head.

"By the way, the old secretary has always been in good health. Why, I fell down the stairs. It's a fall. I don't want to die. " Xiao Yi looks at Zhao Xing and asks again.

"Actually, it's like this." Zhao Xing finally began to reveal the truth to Xiao Yi: "that day, the old secretary stood at the stairs and received a phone call. Then he fell down the stairs. Although I didn't fall, I found that the old secretary was no longer the old secretary. His mental outlook is very bad. Often a person tears, often a person looking at the front of the desire to talk and stop, often a person stay up late to light the light to read some old lettersIn Xiao Yi's mind, there was a flash of inspiration, and he caught something in a flash.

Obviously, that call had a fatal impact on the old secretary. It was that phone call that made the old secretary feel depressed and heartbroken. The root of everything is on that phone.

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

Zhao Xing shook his head, then hesitated, pulled down Xiao Yi's arm and pulled him to the toilet on the other side of the room. He took a deep breath, summoned up the courage and said, "I really don't know what call I made. However, I think the old secretary is often in a daze. One day, I paid attention to a newspaper on the old secretary's desk. Tears were still wet on the newspaper. So I secretly read a piece of news in that newspaper. "

"What news?" Invisible, Xiao Yi is nervous.

"A news closely related to the old secretary." Zhao Xing lowered his voice and said slowly: "in the newspaper, it is recorded that song Zhengming, the first president of the capital, has committed tens of millions of embezzlement and bribes and is sentenced to death immediately. Later, song Zhengming committed suicide by biting his tongue in prison. "

"There are corrupt officials every year. What's so strange about that?" It's really impossible to connect this matter with Xiao Yi.

"You don't understand that." Zhao Xing pressed his voice again and said in a low voice: "Song Zhengming is the most outstanding and proud student of the old secretary. He was promoted to the president of the procuratorate at a young age. Along the way, the old secretary recommended many times and quoted many of his own ways. The old secretary often praises song Zhengming in front of people for being fair and honest, which is the blessing of the people and the society. However, song Zhengming was provoked by such a thing. The painstaking efforts of the old secretary for many years were wasted, and his reputation for many years was wasted. You say, can he be better? Or his favorite student, who died in prison, can you feel better? "

After listening, Xiao Xing suddenly understood. No wonder, the old secretary received the call and fell down the stairs. Since then, the heart has died.

He is a talented person who is painstakingly cultivated and a student who is most proud of himself. At this most glorious time, such a thing happened to me. This is a total negation of Zhang Weimin. After all, song Zhengming's great contribution to his work is attributed to the old secretary min. Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, entrusted the relationship with the people. I believe that song Zhengming supports you. How can Zhang Weimin tell his old friends about corruption and bribery?

And, often in front of friends to praise their own good students. This song Zhengming is a student who smashes his signboard of serving the people. The student you are proud of turns out to be the moth of the people. It seems that whether you are really working for the people and recommending good officials for the people needs to be discussed again.

Finally, no matter what happened to song Zhengming. But after all, he is a student of the old secretary. This deep feelings, outsiders did not know. However, it must be the kind of teacher and friend with deep feelings. However, such a person in his own life at the most brilliant time, but suddenly stopped. He committed a crime and committed suicide in prison.

This makes Zhang Weimin, who is full of doubts, unable to ask why song Zhengming was corrupt. Has his many years of dundundun teachings been forgotten?

Without time to blame, song Zhengming has left.

This kind of attack has made the old secretary, who has always been tough, finally come to a standstill. Realize that the great reputation of your life will eventually be destroyed. And life is so fragile, fragile, even a greeting, take care is too late to say that people are no longer there.

After hearing this, Xiao Yi locked his brow. I sorted out the details of this matter. Then, in an instant, I understood the mood of the old secretary Zhang Weimin.

"This is song Zhengming. It's too disheartening." Xiao Yi finally gave a long sigh, shook his head and said: "this matter is really a fatal blow to the old secretary. Ah, the world is changeable. All we can do is accept. Now that the old secretary is old, I don't know if he can carry it this time. "