Beauty's Devil Guard

Listening to the old secretary's words, Zhao Xing's face turned pale. However, this faint color is fleeting.

Zhao Xing's face was full of smiles, and he still spoke patiently and said, "old secretary, look what you said. In my opinion, the old secretary's face has become ruddy and looks better these days. Come on, drink the medicine while it's hot. "

Looking at Zhao Xing's eager face, old secretary Zhang Weimin couldn't bear to contradict Zhao Xing's good intentions. Finally, is gently opened the dry lips.

That spoonful of medicinal soup was put into Zhang Weimin's mouth by Zhao Xing. Zhang Weimin Gulong once, forced to swallow into the belly.

One mouthful after another, Zhao Xing, as usual, slowly put the decoction into Zhang Weimin's mouth.

After seeing Zhang Weimin drink all these medicine soup, Zhao Xing just showed a happy smile. He laid the old secretary Zhang Weimin on the bed again and said, "old secretary, you have taken some medicine. Don't move. Lie down for a while. I went out and washed the medicine jar

Then Zhao Xing got up and left the room with the medicine jar.

In the afternoon, just when Xiao Yi was in the old pen studio, he was in high spirits and received the praise of everyone in the praise of the public and the three million prize of the sage of calligraphy.

Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, was lying on his own bed without breathing.

He drank poison wine with a smile and swallowed the medicine sent by Zhao Xing, his trusted man.

When the old secretary Zhang Weimin left, he was ruddy and smiling. As if, very peaceful.

Standing at the door of the old secretary Zhang Weimin's room, Zhao Xing whispered, "old secretary, old secretary."

The voice is as gentle and kind as ever.

In the room, there's just no response.

"Old secretary, old secretary." Zhao Xing's voice suddenly raised a little volume, with a trace of trill.

In the room, there was still no response.

"Old secretary!"

This time, Zhao Xing was not conscious. He rushed in quickly and put his hand under the nose of the old secretary. It's just that there's no breathing there.

Zhao Xing was stupefied and hesitated for 30 seconds. Finally, he opened his throat and screamed out: "old secretary, old secretary."

His voice was shrill, as if he had exhausted all Zhao Xing's strength.

The old secretary can no longer raise his head to give Zhao Xing a kind smile as usual.

Zhang Yuanyuan downstairs, after hearing the call. Face a burst of violent, pedal pedal from downstairs quickly ran upstairs. See Zhao Xing fall on the bedside, tears rolling. All of a sudden, Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly realized that something was wrong, and her whole body was in tears. Regardless of everything, he quickly threw himself on the bed of the old secretary Zhang Weimin and cried out: "Dad!"

This old house lost all its vitality in a flash.

Zhang Weimin, former Secretary of Jianghai City, has been incorruptible for many years and devoted his whole life to the people. The banners at home are laid one layer after another under the cabinet.

He was loved by all and was upright when he was an official. After retiring, there was still an endless stream of people coming to visit.

In this river and sea, Zhang Weimin is a banner among all the people. Justice is where the banner is.

Among the rivers and seas, Zhang Weimin is a benchmark in the hearts of all officials. Around the benchmark, conscience.

Among the rivers and seas, Zhang Weimin is a piece of heaven and land. What the people want, what the justice wants, what the justice wants, what the strictness wants, what the conscience wants, what the conscience wants.

However, in this moment, the old secretary Zhang Weimin finally came to the end of his life alone. Two hours after a person died alone in the room, Zhao Xing went upstairs to find out.

Two hours ago, Zhang Yuanyuan, who bought the medicine, talked with her father Zhang Weimin for a while. At that time, the old secretary Zhang Weimin was much more energetic than usual. Looking back on the past with Zhang Yuanyuan.

But two hours passed. When Zhang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, the old secretary Zhang Weimin died.

Since then, the huge umbrella on Xiao Yi's head has disappeared.

Xiao Yi, who talks and laughs with Lao bizhai, receives a call from Zhang Yuanyuan. Standing in the crowd of Xiaoyi, the whole person lost. The whole body shuddered and gasped.

However, with a smile on his face, Dong Yuanheng raised his voice and said, "now, let's give a prize of three million to Xiao Yi, a new generation of calligrapher. Let's applaud him and cheer for him."

For a moment, all the flash was focused on Xiao Yi. Shusheng's cheers resounded again in the old pen studio.

After Xiao Yi's word fell, he had been designated as a scholar. However, it was still a long time after the word Xiao Yi was exhibited in laobizhai. The last exciting award ceremony will be held in the afternoon when the sun is thin.

The three million award ceremony is quite a sensation. There are three floors inside and three floors outside laobizhai, which are all surrounded by water. Now, there is a chorus of cheers. Then, it's another big clap. The words written by Xiao Yi in the old pen studio today, after the exhibition, caused an unprecedented sensation.When Xiao Yi's life has reached a new height, when Xiao Yi is receiving hundreds of people's cheers and shouts, when Xiao Yi has become the Book Saint he has been dreaming of.

But, in this very glorious time. Xiao Yi stood in the crowd, standing under the overwhelming flash, but he burst into tears.

This cry, all of a sudden let the whole audience is a dull.

Xiao Yi cried like a child. Tears, rolling down, big drops fall on the ground.

When Dong Yuanheng, who presided over the award ceremony, saw this scene, he was stunned. Then, a smile came out of the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth to make the scene come true: "cry for joy, cry for joy."

This time, the onlookers showed a sudden appearance.

Just, Xiao Yi is facing a pair of fiery eyes, facing the flashing flash. Xiao Yi raised his tearful face and cried out: "picturesque scenery, how can I compete with you to make tea in the world; prosperous as a dream, I win the world but lose you at this moment. Just, sad white hair can't keep youth. Regardless of the princes, marquis and generals, regardless of the ages, I only hope you are still here. "

The voice was desolate, and tears hit the ground again.

Those days with the old secretary are floating in Xiao Yi's mind little by little. He drinks tea together in the old pen studio and talks about the world. He teaches himself repeatedly in the old house in the middle of the night and makes himself convenient again and again in the river and sea.

Xiao Yi does not know his life experience, in his memory. In addition to the unscrupulous master on the mountain, I have the deepest feelings with the old secretary. He worked hard to promote this calligraphy competition. He wanted to bring back his good news and his two high spirited words. Encourage the old secretary to be full of passion for life.

However, the old secretary did not wait for his good news.

Michelle drink poison wine, a mouthful of a spoonful of medicine, a mouthful of his last life.

In the old pen studio, Xiao Yi's sudden change. All of a sudden let the whole audience is a dull, everyone is puzzled to look at the book saint. Why in the most glorious time of life, he even lost his manners.

"Cough, cough." Dong Yuanheng gently coughed twice, then began to remind: "Mr. Xiao, if you have any mood swings, you'd better vent it later. Now, awards are important. "

Dong Yuanheng has seen that Xiao Yi is not in the right mood.

However, Xiao Yi's face was as pale as ashes. He turned his head and looked at Dong Yuanheng. He roared, "no, no, No. It's all for you. It's all for you. "

After leaving this sentence, Xiao Yi turned away from the crowd, left the old pen studio, and left the most glorious time of his life. He rushed to the old pen studio.

Crowded crowd, automatically give way for Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi, the wind blows fast, and the shadow passes by. The whole person, like crazy, ran wildly and yelled: "please, you are still here."

There was an uproar in the crowd, and all of them did not expect this scene. All of us are gaping at this new generation of book saints. In such an eye-catching time, he left Li and his glory without hesitation.

Without stopping the taxi, Xiao Yi ran all the way.

Tears drop on the ground, splash a sound.

I don't know when, Xiao Yi has run away his shoes; I don't know when, Xiao Yi begins to run barefoot.

Xiao Yi is like a monster in the river and sea. All the way, he has run through cars one by one barefoot. All the way, he has run through countless traffic lights and knocked over countless lovers who are pressing the road in front of him.

So that at the end of the road, as soon as you see that shadow moving. Will consciously get out of the way, mouth indignant murmur: "this madman, his mother again."

However, Xiao Yi didn't care, just wanted to run back to the old house earlier.

Many times in life, you need to be crazy once. For dear friends, for dear lovers, for loved ones.

If there is no such a crazy, then such a life is not complete.

Xiao Yi is crazy now, giving up everything he has. Just for a faith, for the precious friendship.

In this world, honor, money, power and power are very important. Xiao Yi has such a dream. However, in meeting with the old secretary's friends, all this is no longer important.

The most important thing in the world. It was Xiao Yi's long roar: "I only want you to be here!"