Dao Bro was stunned and turned to look at He Jian without saying a word.
He Jian's expression was ugly. He felt that Lu Yiwei wasn't giving him face. "Yiwei, isn't this a little inappropriate?"
"He Jian, you know I have no choice. I'm really sorry." He Jian pulled Niu Fuyong out.
Before they entered the elevator, Niu Fuyong complained to Lu Yiwei, "Brother Lu, what are you doing? You ruined a good meal. Dao Bro is really a good person."
Lu Yiwei looked back and saw that they didn't come out. When the elevator opened, he pushed Niu Fuyong in and quickly closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Nanzhou City was a three-hour drive from Nanyang County. Lu Yiwei wanted to take the bus back but he wasn't familiar with the area. He could only call Li Ermao to pick him up. The two left the hotel and were thinking about where to go when a BMW stopped in front of the hotel. A man got out of the car and went straight into the hotel.
Lu Yiwei took a look. Why did this person look so familiar? After thinking about it carefully, he remembered. This person was Su Meng's ex-husband, Ren Guangming's son, Ren Dongfang. Why was he here? Lu Yiwei looked up at the hotel's name, Dongfang International Hotel. He seemed to understand something.
The world was small. Everywhere he went, he would meet people he knew. Lu Yiwei was lucky he came out first. If he met Ren Dongfang, he wouldn't know what to say. Moreover, because of Su Meng, he had beaten Ren Dongfang up. This debt had never been settled.
In Ren Dongfang's eyes, he was nothing but a grasshopper. If he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to escape. Just as He Jian said, he stayed in a small ravine every day and didn't know how big the sky was outside. He and Ren Dongfang were from two different worlds, but they were somehow entwined together.
"What are you looking at?" Niu Fuyong saw something was wrong with Lu Yiwei's expression.
Lu Yiwei came back to his senses and pulled Niu Fuyong away.
Niu Fuyong was still reminiscing about the feast and said unhappily, "Brother Lu, what's wrong? Why did he leave halfway through the banquet? Were there really workers injured? "
Lu Yiwei stopped in his tracks and said with a clear mind, "Fu Yong, regardless of whether there is such a thing or not, you have to stick to your guns when you return. You must not reveal any flaws. Do you understand?"
Looking at Lu Yiwei's serious face, Niu Fuyong didn't say anything and just nodded helplessly. He said, "I think Brother Dao is a good person and we had a good chat. I don't know if he will have a problem with us."
Lu Yiwei said, "Fuyong, some things can't be explained in a few sentences. But I'm warning you, if He Jian wants to bring you to Nanyang in the future, reject him and never come again. Do you hear me?"
Hearing Lu Yiwei's reaction, Niu Fuyong was even more confused, "What's going on?"
Lu Yiwei said in a serious tone, "You've also heard a few words just now. That Brother Dao runs a casino. Why is he so friendly to you and ignored me? Nowadays, people are vicious and you have to be careful. If you really fall into a trap, I'm afraid it'll be too late for you to regret it. "
"Hey! I thought it was something serious. " Niu Fuyong said, "Although I like to gamble, it's only a small amount. I won't gamble as much as them. Besides, I don't have a single cent on me. As long as I don't pay, what can they do to me? You're being too cautious. "
"I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just being honest." Seeing that Niu Fuyong didn't take it seriously, Lu Yiwei said, "I've said what I need to say. If you don't listen to me, there's nothing I can do. If you think I'm doing something unnecessary, you can go back now." Saying that, Lu Yiwei pointed in the direction of the hotel.
Niu Fuyong was stunned for a long time. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I'm not in the mood. Where are we going now?" He knew that Lu Yiwei had good intentions. Other than him, who else would be so concerned about him?
Looking at Niu Fuyong's wrinkled clothes, Lu Yiwei said, "Let's go. I'll bring you to the mall to buy some clothes."
"There's no need …" Although Niu Fuyong said that, his heart felt warm.
"Let's go." Lu Yiwei hugged Niu Fuyong and walked side by side to the mall not far away.
"Sigh! Looks like tonight's beauty is ruined! "Niu Fuyong couldn't forget, but he had already forgotten about what happened just now.
When they returned to Shiwan Village, it was already past six in the evening. Lu Yiwei sat in front of his desk absentmindedly. His mind kept thinking about the woman in the white dress. He tried to forget, but he realized that it was already deeply engraved in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.
"Will I still be able to see her?" Lu Yiwei muttered in his heart. He couldn't calm down.
In order to divert his attention, Lu Yiwei picked up a magazine called "Xijiang Literature" on the table and flipped through it out of boredom.
Ever since he stepped into politics, Lu Yiwei was faced with all kinds of documents and eight-legged essays every day. He had long given up on his previous hobbies. From time to time, he would randomly pick up a novel to read, but he couldn't calm down at all. He would get confused after reading a few pages, and it became a good medicine for insomnia.
"Xijiang Literature" was a local periodical. He didn't know that the village government had such a periodical. Most of them were official newspapers, and the style of writing was the same. They were all about the activities of the leaders and the experiences of various places. Occasionally, there would be a pebble from another mountain. It was a type of official prose and poetry that flattered and praised the merits and virtues. It tasted like chewing wax and was hard to swallow.
Lu Yiwei roughly flipped through it. It was not bad. There were novels, prose, and poetry. Novels were fine. They exposed the ugliness of society from a micro perspective and made people think deeply. It had a certain educational value. As for prose, it was more or less pretentious and moaning without reason. Seeing flowers blooming and withering, touching the scenery and feeling sad. It was endless, with thousands of words, and finally returning to flowers blooming and withering. It was really difficult to understand. Of course, it could not be ruled out that some masters mixed history and culture together, which had a certain alerting effect. However, most of them were in their own world, alone and hurting, using gorgeous words and sentences to create an atmosphere. Other than the beautiful writing style, there was no deep impression.
Poetry was even more so. It was like flying in the clouds and riding on the mist, completely not knowing what to express. To use a more fashionable comment, it was not good to speak, and this disease had to be cured!
Admittedly, there had been many masters in the history of China's literature, and they had influenced several generations. Prose masters like Lin Yutang, Liang Shiqiu, and Hu Shi wrote beautifully and plainly, making people feel emotional when they read. Poets like Xu Zhimo, Dai Wangshu, Bei Dao, and Shu Ting used their strokes to outline the ups and downs of the era, making people think deeply. After that, there were no more masters.
At first glance, Lu Yiwei found Deputy Mayor Liu Wenchuan's article. It was a documentary novel. Liu Wenchuan used to be a provincial newspaper reporter, and he did not forget to throw away his pen even after becoming a deputy mayor. It was really admirable. His novel was called "The Yellow Soil's Backbone". It mainly described every place he had visited after he took up his post in Bei Zhou City. He even wrote about the snowstorm in Nanyang County and the local people trying to save themselves. It was accompanied by a photo that was taken when he accompanied the research team. The writing was good, but once politics was involved, it was not so enjoyable to read.
An essay attracted Lu Yiwei's attention. The title was "Disappearing in the Skies of Asia". The essay mainly described what the author saw and heard when he traveled to Bangladesh, calling for people to care for starving children and maintain world peace. He was not very moved, after all, Bangladesh was very far away from him. However, the writing was exquisite and smooth, as if it was written by a female writer. He turned back to read, and a poetic name came into view.
"Qiu Yingxue, a good name!" Lu Yiwei could not help but read it out loud. Snow gave people a sense of purity and tranquility. In the late autumn dusk, snow fell quietly on the fallen leaves, drifting with the wind to the next place. A kind of aesthetic atmosphere made people immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.
The surname Qiu was indeed a rare surname in China, but the girl's parents came up with such a beautiful combination of names, so they should be from a scholarly family.
Just as Lu Yiwei was immersed in it, the phone on his desk rang. He turned to look, it was He Jian, and his scalp instantly went numb. If he had thought that He Jian was not a bad person before, now he felt a little disgusted, but this kind of person must not be offended. Once offended, there would be no good consequences, so he could only bite the bullet and pick up.
"Hey, Yiwei, is the worker's injury better?"
He did not expect He Jian to care about him, so Lu Yiwei quickly said, "It's not a big deal, they were just making a fuss. I've already dealt with them and sent them away."
"Oh, then I'm relieved," He Jian said, "So where are you now?"
Lu Yiwei did not know how to answer, so he could only tell the truth, "At the township government."
"Oh, then wait for me, I'll be there in a bit."
"Ah? You're back … "Before he could finish, the other party had already hung up.
Ten minutes later, He Jian drove his car to the township government compound, quickly went up the stairs, opened the door, and said, "Quick, make me a cup of tea, I'm dying of thirst."
Lu Yiwei brewed the tea and asked curiously, "Why are you back?"
"Hey! Don't mention it. Brother Dao is a hot-tempered person, and he drank too much, so he injured the boss of Dongfang Hotel. After dealing with it, I was not in the mood, so I came back, "He Jian said.
Hearing this news, Lu Yiwei was a little surprised. Brother Dao was not in cahoots with Ren Dongfang? He pretended to be concerned, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, at most I'm trying to stop the fight. So f * cking unlucky," He Jian said with a wretched expression.
Lu Yiwei did not continue to ask.
After a while, He Jian said, "I can also see that you don't like Brother Dao. You should have said so earlier, next time we go to Nanzhou, we won't look for him."
Lu Yiwei originally thought He Jian would be angry, but he did not expect He Jian to comfort him instead. Could it be as Niu Fuyong said, that he was too cautious?
Lu Yiwei smiled, "It's not that I don't like him, it's just that we don't have a common language, so we can't talk about anything. Think about me and you, we can talk about anything."
"Hehe, I like what you said!" He Jian seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness at the table, "You haven't eaten yet, right?"
"Not yet."
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