Chasing

Wei Yi could tell that Han Jifei didn't seem to have slept well. He woke up in the morning feeling sleepy, and only after he pulled on his slippers and went to the sink to wash up did he feel refreshed.

Wei Yi asked him: "Didn't sleep well? Did I snore?"

Han Jifei shook his head and said, "I didn't hear you snoring, because I didn't sleep much all night." Han Jifei yawned, and continued: "I'm a bit obsessed with the bed, the bed is very hard, and the pillows are not so comfortable. There is also a mosquito buzzing next to my ear, and you dare not get up and fight for fear of waking it up."

Wei Yi looked at him in surprise: "Mosquito? It's almost November and there are still mosquitoes? I don't know how it lives so hard."

Han Jifei nodded.

Wei Yi said: "You will come back after the meeting, lock the bedroom door, and sleep for a while if you can. There is nothing to do in the afternoon, so let's go home early."

"Brother Wei, it's not good." Although Han Jifei said politely, his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Wei Yi.

Wei Yi didn't take it seriously, and said: "What's wrong, our department, don't pay back what I say."

"Hey." Han Jifei smiled and said, "Thank you Brother Wei."

"Wait for me, pack it up, and I'll take you to breakfast."

"Brother Wei, I'm treating you this morning." Han Jifei volunteered.

Wei Yi refused, "What are you doing as a treat?"

"last night……"

"We have a 50 yuan subsidy on duty. I paid for yesterday's meal. You will use your subsidy for breakfast this morning. When the money comes down, I will directly deduct it from you." Wei Yi was afraid that Han Jifei would not open, so he deliberately teased him, he would not Really go to deduct Han Jifei's money, after all, eating breakfast won't make him lose anything.

Han Jifei happily agreed, changed his clothes and sat on the bed playing with his phone while waiting for Wei Yi to wash up.

Breakfast is soy milk with deep-fried dough sticks. The thick and mellow freshly ground soy milk is probably the best benefit of working in the countryside, so that you can't drink the soy milk that is too much watered in the city.Wei Wenxi also likes to drink. Every time Wei Yi is on duty on Friday night, he buys it early on Saturday morning, packs it in a thermos, and takes it home for his son. His mouth is still hot when he gets home.

The owner of the breakfast shop has been collecting soybeans grown by farmers in the countryside. He gets up early and drives donkeys to grind beans in the backyard. The ground soybean milk is filtered, boiled in a large pot, and packed in an insulated bucket.As for the deep-fried dough sticks, the proprietress fried them herself. They are golden and crispy, and they are a perfect match with soy milk.There are four or five breakfast shops on the street, but this one has the best business, and the soy milk and fritters are sold out early.Wei Yi is very obsessed with what he eats, and he basically doesn’t go to new restaurants to try out what he likes. When he was selling soy milk fritters to Han Jifei, his face unconsciously showed the same look as when he was drinking mutton soup and eating pot roast last night. A happy expression with enjoyment and praise.

Wei Yi felt that when he was drinking soy milk with his head down, Han Jifei seemed to be looking at him, but when he looked up at Han Jifei, he found that he seemed to be worrying too much.

After breakfast, Wei Yi and Han Jifei went back, just in time to see commuters coming from the village, they stood at the door and did not rush in, and greeted the colleagues who came to work. Deprived weekend.

Wei Hui finally got off the commuter car, went up to Wei Yi and said to him, "Secretary Wei, Xiao Fei, hold a meeting later."

"I see."

Wei Hui said again: "Xiao Fei, do me a favor, you will go up first in a while and get the sign."

Han Jifei looked at Wei Yi and was asking for his opinion. Wei Yi nodded and said, "You go."

Wei Yi was sitting on the rostrum, and Secretary Zhu, who was sitting in the middle, was speaking. This kind of meeting was more distracted than listening carefully, but Han Jifei sat there with his back straight, like a new recruit in the military camp. Straightforward.Wei Yi smiled at him, Han Jifei saw it, and gave him an uncomfortable smile in return.

The meeting was proceeding in an orderly manner, Wei Yi finished his speech, and the meeting was drawing to a close. Just at this time, Wei Yi received a call from the office. He left the seat and went to the small room next to the rostrum to answer the call. Hui's anxious voice said, "Brother Wei, is the meeting over yet?"

"Soon. What's the matter?"

"Why don't you come down first, He Tao's father is here, he seems to be drunk and cursing downstairs."

Wei Yi was not in a hurry, he comforted Wei Hui and hung up the phone.

He walked up to Secretary Zhu and told Secretary Zhu about the situation downstairs. Secretary Zhu was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "Go down and have a look." Then he went downstairs with Wei Yi.

He Tao's father, He Cunsheng, was a well-known bad gambler in Hongqi Village. He owed a lot of gambling debts. He dropped out of high school and went out to work. This year, Hongqi Village built the village department, just in time for He Tao to come home to harvest the autumn. The village committee saw that his family’s conditions were difficult, so he was allowed to work on the construction site, thinking that he could earn some money to ease the family Difficult, who would have thought of this.

He Cunsheng came here today, presumably He Cunyou brought back the mediation advice from the village, but their family didn't accept it, so they came to make trouble.When Wei Yi and Secretary Zhu went downstairs, they saw this man wearing a tattered camouflage uniform whose original color could not be seen at all, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and a brick in his right hand, cursing at the new All the cadres of the Sixiang government are scum, they don't do any human affairs, they are devoid of humanity and conscience.The one who was scolded the most was Wei Yi, who brought in the eighteen generations of Wei Yi's ancestors by the way.Surrounded by a bunch of people who came to work in the village to point him out, a few people who didn't know where they were in even joined in and joined in, making a fuss. The government officials in Xinsi Township died together.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi had a headache, so in order not to expand the influence, he went over to try to hold him back, but in the process of pushing and shoving, He Cunsheng's wine bottle knocked on the window sill, and it shattered with a snap. All the remaining wine was spilled on the ground, exuding the pungent smell of low-quality alcohol.And He Cunsheng was even more agitated by the smell of alcohol in the air, waving half a wine bottle and a brick with sharp glass stubble, no matter who came to stop him, he swiped blindly.

Wei Yi was taken aback by this sudden situation. At the moment when his mind went blank, He Cunsheng's wine bottle was drawn towards him. He only heard Secretary Zhu call him "Old Wei", and then he heard the sound of "Old Wei" in his ear. The crowd screamed in shock, and then, the right sleeve of his clothes and his arm had a hole of more than ten centimeters. The pain instantly invaded every nerve in him, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Stimulated by blood and alcohol, Jiu Mengzi He Cunsheng was also frightened by this scene. His eyes were red and he stood there at a loss. The police from the township police station who heard the news stopped him.

Wei Yi was first sent to the township clinic for bandages. His wound was not shallow. Dr. Li in the clinic disinfected and cleaned the wound, then sewed a few stitches. After wrapping it in a thick bandage, he said to him, "There is a wound on this arm. Just don't move, lest you tear it apart."

Wei Yi bled until dizzy, and said to the doctor weakly, "I still have to drive."

"It's so hurt to drive a car like this." Dr. Li had a bad temper, fearing that Wei Yi would not cooperate, so he put a board under his arm and hung it around his neck. "Come to change the dressing on Monday, and come to me to remove the stitches after ten days."

Wei Yi had no choice but to follow the doctor's orders. He pulled up his clothes and was about to go back to his hometown. Han Jifei hurriedly opened the door and came in, his face full of worry. "Brother Wei, are you okay? I heard that you were injured, so I hurried over here."

Wei Yi looked at the arm hanging in front of his chest, then at Han Jifei, and said, "It's nothing, just a few stitches, Dr. Li is very skilled."

Han Jifei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked worriedly at the half-disabled Wei Yi.

When Wei Yi saw it, he became poor again, and said, "Brother Wei, I'm not dead yet, so don't cry over there, I'm bleeding too much and I'm confused, just go back and get some jujubes to replenish the blood." It's over." With that said, he stood up.

Hearing this, Han Jifei hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said, "Brother Wei, walk slowly."

Wei Yi felt that his image was a bit like the Lafayette being supported by a little eunuch, so he broke free from Han Jifei and said, "Don't be so mobilizing, just skin trauma, Dr. Li is afraid of leaving scars, and told me to be careful, in fact, the old man It's okay for us to get hurt a little."

Dr. Li couldn't listen to Wei Yi's nonsense, so he quickly opened the door for him and sent the god away.

Back in the village, Wei Yi saw that the glass shards all over the floor had been cleaned up, along with his own blood.His arm hurts badly, but he can't delay work because of this injury.He asked Han Jifei to go back to the office and was going to ask Secretary Zhu about the situation by himself, but Han Jifei refused and sent him to the door of Secretary Zhu's office before leaving.

It was the first time for Wei Yi to enjoy such generous treatment, and he was not used to the suddenness, but after thinking about it, Han Jifei is really warm-hearted.

Secretary Zhu didn't seem to have expected that Comrade Wei Yi, a disabled person, loved his work so much. At this time, he was discussing with Director Liu of the township police station how to deal with He Cunsheng.

"Old Wei, you love your work too much, don't you?" Director Liu said.

Wei Yi smiled and joked, "It's not that I love work so much, I mainly want to know what the leaders are going to do with this guy who hurt me?"

Director Liu said: "We are sobering up in the prison. How to deal with it depends on you. If you don't come up, we will have to ask you to make a record later."

Wei Yi smiled and said: "I'm fine, you can write the transcript, it's just that little thing, I'll sign it when it's done. If I'm intentionally hurt because of my little injury, no Make that family worse. Let me see, just detain him for a few days, let him have a long memory."

Secretary Zhu teased him: "Don't regret it."

Wei Yi patted his chest with his not very bright left hand, and joked: "Then why do I regret it, our party members should not be people-oriented, sacrifice me, and the happiness of thousands of families."

Director Liu said, "That's you, with a big heart."

Secretary Zhu put a high hat on him again: "Our old Wei has a good mentality, and his ideological realm is higher than others."

Wei Yi said with a smile: "Don't say that, I can't bear it, I can't be like them, I just want to be good when I get a little advantage."