Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

In the misty morning light, roosters are crowing.

Li Weijun woke up leisurely from his rest, glanced at the empty pillow, and felt a little lost.

When Jia Dongxu was here, Qin Huairu sneaked over in the middle of the night and returned home before dawn, which was understandable.

But now that we have come to Shanghai to purchase internal reference tablets and finally have some time to spend together, it is a bit unreasonable to leave so early.

Thinking this in my mind, I took my toothbrush and toothpaste and prepared to go to the middle courtyard to wash up. When I looked up, I found that a lamp had already been lit in the middle courtyard where the sky had just brightened.

Through the window, Qin Huairu could be seen from afar, making pancakes in front of the stove that Sha Zhu had set up for the buffet a few days ago.

The flour is all leftover from the previous banquet. Since making pancakes does not require fermentation and soaking like steamed buns, it is easy to make.

As long as the fire temperature is properly controlled and the dough is spread evenly, everything will be fine.

There is a thick stack of cakes on the winnowing basket, which is about eight or nine thick cakes. After being evenly baked, they are sprinkled with a layer of sesame seeds. They taste crispy, fragrant and delicious.

"Sister Qin, you..."

Seeing Li Weijun opening his mouth to say something, Qin Huairu picked a freshly baked pancake, broke off a piece with a smile on her face and handed it to Li Weijun: "Don't talk nonsense, try it and see how it tastes. After you finish eating, take these pancakes back to the house quickly, otherwise it will be discovered by the early risers in the yard and it will be difficult to explain."

"Well, Sister Qin, you are so nice. Come here, put your face closer..."

Although he didn't brush his teeth, Li Weijun was in a particularly good mood as he chewed the delicious pancakes.

While laughing and joking, I was just about to kiss her.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound of a door opening suddenly coming from the yard.

Turning around, he saw that it was Yi Zhonghai, who always got up early. Seeing Qin Huairu and Li Weijun making pancakes together early in the morning, Yi Zhonghai was silent for a moment, then turned back to the house with an expressionless face.

Then, he grabbed an old lady who was about to go out to the spittoon and said, "Don't worry, go out later."

"What? Is there some monster in the yard?"

Although the aunt was curious, she looked at Yi Zhonghai's serious expression and she, who never had her own opinion, just muttered a few words and didn't say anything more.

Li Weijun and Qin Huairu, who were disturbed, quickly wrapped up the pancakes and hurriedly separated from each other.

During this time, Li Weijun took a break from his busy schedule, kissed Qin Huairu, and repeatedly asked her if there was anything she coveted that he could buy while in Shanghai.

Qin Huairu, who couldn't stand Li Weijun's hospitality, just said casually: "I'm not young anymore, I don't care about food, drink and clothes. Just take care of yourself and come back safely."

Although the words are plain, the passionate emotions touch the heart.

Li Weijun returned to the house, put the pancakes Qin Huairu had made by hand into his personal space, and then threw all the clothes Qin Huairu had sorted out into the space.

Then he pretended nothing happened and went back to the central courtyard to wash up. During the journey, he happened to meet the Jia family, young and old, washing up by the well.

After their eyes met, Li Weijun and Qin Huairu passed each other tacitly.

All I could hear were Banggeng's complaints about not wanting to get up early to go to school, and Xiaodang's crying when he accidentally slipped and fell because he was listless.

Qin Huairu stared blankly at Li Weijun who had just washed up and slowly left the courtyard on his bicycle.

For a moment, I felt that the world was so unreal. It seemed to have changed, and yet it seemed that nothing had changed. Jia Dongxu was gone, and yet it seemed that he had not left. Everything seemed to be wound up, moving forward slowly along the track step by step.

The past is like smoke, feeble and unpredictable...

At this moment, the pocket watch she treasured on her chest was ticking. Qin Huairu unbuttoned her clothes while no one was paying attention, but was surprised to find that the pocket watch was no different from before.

The needle is still moving quietly, and you can only hear it clearly if you put it close to your ear.

Qin Huairu had just put the pocket watch back in confusion when the familiar beating sound quietly rang out.

Suddenly, Qin Huairu realized that it was not her watch beating, but her heartbeat...

After Li Weijun parked his car at the Propaganda Department, he quickly ate breakfast.

He went straight to the platform. Although it was just after dawn, the loaders and unloaders at the steel mill were already busy.

Although they all looked haggard, they silently pulled the various parts and different types of steel produced by the steel rolling mill during this period onto the train.

These people work the reverse night shift, basically starting loading and unloading materials at around three o'clock. When ordinary workers show up for work during the day, the loaders and unloaders can go home to catch up on their sleep.

Not to mention the hard work, the more important thing is that they have to stay up during the day and go out at night. Trains are often early or late, and orders to unload goods need to be advanced or postponed. It is difficult to have a regular work and rest schedule, and the damage to the body is self-evident.

Li Weijun found a separate passenger carriage behind the locomotive and showed his ticket and documents. However, the conductor was too lazy to even look at him and just pointed to a narrow seat.

"If you need to pee, go pee. If you don't, just sit still. Don't stop randomly during the trip. Take your time. Don't forget to change buses when you get to the Beijing Terminal. If you are delayed, it has nothing to do with us."

The railway tracks of the steel rolling mill are specifically used to transport the factory's industrial products, and are also responsible for transporting important materials such as coal and iron ore into the factory.

In addition to passing through the steel rolling mill, there are also other brother factories along the way, including a cotton mill, a garment factory, an equipment factory, an iron and steel plant, etc.

Each factory area has its own section of road, and the steel rolling mill is the starting point.

Due to its extremely important status, successive factory directors basically handed over this railway track to their trusted hands, in addition to normal railway maintenance and operation.

This trusted stationmaster in charge of the railway would occasionally take on some private work and earn some grey income, which could be considered a lucrative job, so the employees on the railway were basically all arrogant and domineering.

In addition, although railway workers and ordinary steel mill workers work in the same factory, they do not supervise each other.

Normally, people were not even very respectful to Li Huaide, let alone to ordinary projectionists.

So Li Weijun didn't dare to delay. After arriving at the station in advance and choosing a location, he waited obediently for the boiler worker to add coal. Only when white smoke billowed out and the whistle roared did the train prepare to depart.

As the train slowly started to move, Li Weijun found a comfortable window seat and looked around the passenger carriage.

The carriage was short and divided into two rows, but the space was not as narrow as imagined. Li Weijun could pass through easily even with his arms outstretched.

It can be seen that this carriage usually carries some factory leaders on business trips and inspections.

So there were five or six colorful tea bottles placed in the front row. Li Weijun weighed them and found that they were shaking, and he couldn't tell whether some of the tea was hot or cold.