Excellent little farmer

Song Jiaqi turned sideways and glanced at me quietly. There was an indescribable charm in her eyes. Seeing the sincere look on my face, she couldn't help but feel sad. She sighed quietly and snuggled next to me. , the two slowly followed Sun Maocai out of the first floor lobby of the terminal, came outside, got into the Audi car, and the car drove smoothly away from the airport.

Outside the car window, two rows of lush ginkgo trees flashed by quickly. Sun Maocai sat quietly in the passenger seat, thinking for a while, then turned his head, observed the expression on my face, and asked cautiously: "Young Master Quan, There are many people visiting the hospital during the day, and the schedule is already full. We only have time after seven o'clock in the evening, why don't we go home and rest first?"

I waved my hand expressionlessly, slowly closed my eyes, and said softly: "Just find a hotel to stay in. Don't bother."

Sun Maocai couldn't help but reveal a trace of disappointment in his eyes, but it passed quickly. He still smiled and nodded. After thinking for a while, he said softly: "Then go and live in a courtyard house. It's a characteristic of the capital."

I nodded, stretched out my left arm, and went around Song Jiaqi's slender waist. The two of them intertwined their fingers and rubbed them together. Although they didn't speak, my heart was filled with sweetness and joy. The haze floating in my heart gradually disappeared. Dissipated, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After an unknown amount of time, he turned his head, and outside the car window, majestic buildings appeared in his sight.

The car drove to a courtyard-style hotel on Old Drum Tower Street in Xincheng District. The architecture here is in Ming and Qing style, with well-proportioned courtyards and simple and elegant decoration. It is only ten minutes away from Houhai. After opening the room, Sun Maocai only chatted for a few minutes. After saying a few words, I said goodbye and left very wisely. Song Jiaqi and I lay on the bed, saying a few words to each other and smelling the faint body fragrance. I couldn't help it and turned over.

Song Jiaqi chuckled a few times, then stood up and hugged my shoulders, biting my earlobe, and whispered: "Good boy Xiaoquan, be obedient, rest first, don't hurt your body, I took three days off to be with you. .”

I chuckled, then put away my thoughts, hugged her soft body and fell down again, silently looking at that pretty face. In just a few minutes, my eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and I didn't know Before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.

I slept very sweetly. When I opened my eyes again, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. When I turned around, there was no one around me. I pulled off the quilt and got off the ground, pushed the door open and walked out. In the antique mansion, Song Jiaqi was sitting on the vermilion rocking chair under the corridor, teasing the myna in the cage. She only said: "Xiaoquan is a big fool." But the myna kept shouting: "Good morning, guest." "

I walked over with a smile, held her waist from behind, put my chin on Song Jiaqi's shoulder, and swayed gently.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a black Audi car slowly drove into the People's Liberation Army General Hospital. After getting off the car, accompanied by Sun Maocai, the two walked to the back building. The inside of the hospital was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Most patients did not know , a big shot was admitted to the hospital, and only a few senior cadres in the senior cadre ward got wind of it, but they could not visit on the sixth floor without permission.

The three of them arrived on the sixth floor. Although Sun Maocai's face was a passport, the security personnel in casual clothes checked my and Song Jiaqi's IDs as usual and asked them to fill in the visit record form.

When they came to the door, the special guard had just opened the door and came out. After seeing Sun Maocai, he nodded gently and whispered: "Don't take too long, the chief's body is too weak."

Sun Maocai nodded, opened the door solemnly, and quietly walked in with the two of them. The ward was neat and clean, the old man was sleeping, and a doctor wearing a white coat and a white mask was sitting at the table. What was written? After the three people came in, he did not look back, but the pen in his hand trembled slightly. Sun Maocai glanced at him from the corner of his eye, with a smile on his lips.

I held Song Jiaqi's hand, and the two sat side by side on the long sofa beside the bed. Sun Maocai walked over gently and whispered a few words in the old man's ear. The old man turned around slowly. When Song Jiaqi saw his appearance, Suddenly, she was stunned and almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and stared at the former leader who could only be seen on TV. She was at a loss for a while. After a long time, she slowly stood up. His eyes were full of confusion.

I also stood up, gently held her cold little hand, and felt beads of sweat forming in my palm. I smiled, shook it hard, and then looked at the sick old man with a calm expression. , said softly: "Hello, Mr. Wang, I am Ye Qingquan, I came from Yuzhou City to visit you."

Mr. Wang's face is old, with fine wrinkles all over his face. His eye sockets are sunken, and the skin on his chin is sagging and saggy. Troubled by illness, his once wise eyes are now a little empty, except for an occasional ray of light. Still breathtaking, as if you can see everything.

The old man had a silver-white miniature hearing aid plugged into his left ear. He looked at me up and down for a long time, then he smiled with difficulty, raised his finger and gestured for the two of them to sit down. He said with some difficulty: "Okay... okay... here we come. …That’s good.”

I grabbed Song Jiaqi's cold right hand and pulled it gently. Song Jiaqi smiled unnaturally and followed me to sit on the sofa, but she still hadn't recovered from the shock and her heart was beating so fast. Awesome, he turned to look at me and saw his calm expression. Then he calmed down a little and sat on the chair like a sculpture, not daring to move.

With the help of Sun Maocai, Mr. Wang moved his body with difficulty, leaned on the pillow, looked at the two juniors opposite him kindly, and spit out more than a dozen notes inarticulately. Sun Maocai stared at his mouth shape and whispered softly. Explained: "Young Master Quan, Mr. Wang said that you look most like him from the nose up, especially your eyes, and your lower jaw looks like your mother's."

I smiled and said nothing, but the corners of my eyes were already a little moist. I barely controlled my emotions. I tried my best to use a steady voice and said: "Mr. Wang, you need to rest more. I believe the operation will be successful."

Mr. Wang's lips trembled a few times, and he nodded with difficulty. He looked a little tired, but he pointed his finger at Song Jiaqi, his lips trembled a few times, and Sun Maocai said softly: "Mr. Wang said that your girlfriend is very beautiful and very good."

Song Jiaqi lowered her head in shame and fiddled with the corners of her clothes, but her heart was extremely complicated. Even now, although she still didn't know my true identity, she had vaguely guessed it. This shock made her a little at a loss. Time's mind was in chaos.

Mr. Wang nodded, with a knowing smile on his lips. He turned his eyes to me with difficulty, and struggled to say a few words: "Good...good...work."

I stood up with a smile and said, "Of course, Mr. Wang, don't be too nervous. You are going to have surgery soon, so make sure you rest."

Mr. Wang smiled and nodded lightly. Sun Maocai tucked in the corners of the quilt. Under the gaze of the old man, the three of them slowly walked out of the room. When they walked to the door, I held the door in my hand and turned to look deeply at the hospital bed. After a deep look, I saw the old man raising his hand with great effort and waving to me. For some reason, my nose suddenly became sore and tears flowed down. I quickly waved my hand, turned around and walked out. .

After the door was closed, the doctor wearing a white coat and a white mask gently dropped his pen, walked slowly to the door, opened the door, and stared at the backs of the three people, thoughtfully, behind him. , Mr. Wang gasped for a long time, and said with difficulty: "Ze Feng... hates... me?"

Wang Zefeng, secretary of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee, sighed softly, closed the door slowly, took off his mask and coat, turned and sat on the edge of the bed, held the wrinkled palm like a dead branch in his hands, and said calmly: "Dad, it was for politics. Everyone in the Wang family must know how to sacrifice. I will never regret it."

"But...but I...regret..."

After saying these words, the old man's chest heaved violently. It took a long time before he calmed down, but a muddy teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.

At 8:30 in the evening, the ward was full of people. The Wang family members all stood in the room with serious expressions, silently watching the old man lying on the hospital bed. Only two naughty children were unaware, holding toys in their hands. They were running around the bed, having fun. In their world, there was no concept of separation between life and death, and they did not understand what it would mean to the Wang family if Mr. Wang passed away tonight.

This is a pair of twins, the sons and daughters of the eldest grandson Wang Youxuan. They are usually favored by Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is half leaning on the bed, looking at the pair of great-grandsons with a smile. Wang Zefeng and Sun Maocai stand on both sides of the hospital bed, solemnly. There was a touch of sadness in his expression, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressed. Except for the two innocent children, almost everyone knew that this was most likely the last farewell.

A few minutes later, Mr. Wang moved his eyes away from his two great-grandsons and slowly scanned the crowd. His eyes fell on a young man wearing a dark black suit with extraordinary bearing. He stared at it for a long time, and the corners of his mouth trembled a few times. Wang Ze said: Feng understood his father's intention and quickly pointed with his finger. The young man separated from the crowd, walked over with tears in his eyes, and half-knelt beside the bed. This young man was Wang Zefeng's third son, and Wang Youmin, his favorite grandson. .