Perhaps, most girls have a matchmaker mentality of bringing others together.
Especially when you see two people who look like a perfect match at first glance, you can't wait to try your best to bring them together.
If they didn't end up together, I would definitely feel more regretful than the people involved.
Even if...
One of them is her husband.
Liu Rumeng was in this state of mind at the moment. When she thought about her husband Awang leaving her and being with Sister Gong Xue, whom she had known and admired since childhood, she not only did not feel bad at all, but also felt that... they were a perfect match.
"Sister Xiaoxue is so beautiful, she's also a drama actress, and she's more cultured. She's much better than me..."
They did what they said. Liu Rumeng, who was originally lonely, seemed to have found a new direction and hope in life.
She picked up a small wooden stool from the ground, and began to write on the bed with a pen in hand, under the incandescent light.
I have to say, this scene is quite amazing.
Mother Guo Linxian was busy doing translation work at her desk, while her daughter Liu Rumeng was in bed, helping another woman write letters to her husband.
Moreover, Liu Rumeng had to glance in the direction of her mother from time to time, for fear that she would suddenly come over and see the letter she wrote, which would make her so embarrassed.
"Dear Comrade Lin Huowang... Oh! I feel so ashamed when I write this!
But no matter what, I want to write from Xiaoxue's perspective, and also write about a hidden emotion, which can't be too obvious, so as to arouse Awang's sympathy and desire to protect..."
As she wrote, Liu Rumeng seemed to be back in the Linjiagou Production Brigade, and in the Lin family courtyard that Lin Huowang had built specifically for her.
I couldn't help but burst into tears.
It fell on the letter paper. Liu Rumeng quickly wiped it off and then looked in the direction of her mother.
I was relieved to see that she was still working hard late into the night.
However, I didn't have the heart to continue writing this half-written letter.
She planned to think about the wording carefully when her mother went to work tomorrow and she was alone at home.
"Awang, I miss you so much!"
"Awang, how are you doing now?"
"Awang, did you miss me?"
"Forget it! Awang, you'd better stop thinking about me."
"I scolded you so badly. I am a bad woman. Don't think about me anymore. You... deserve a better life partner..."
…
After hiding the letter, Liu Rumeng lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, falling into a state of emptiness again.
…
The next day, my mother went to work.
Liu Rumeng took out the half-written letter again and finished writing it in bits and pieces.
Then, he found an envelope and put the photo of Gong Xue in it.
only……
Now there is another question, how should we send this letter to Lin Huowang?
Send it from Shanghai?
That would definitely be exposed!
Thinking of this, Liu Rumeng suddenly thought of someone in her mind.
That was Liu Wen Zheng, the son of the secretary of the Red Star Commune. When the commune's postman was often unable to arrive on time, the tractor driver Liu Wen Zheng would help him deliver letters and parcels to the production brigade below. It seemed that he and the postman were classmates in junior high school.
Thinking of this relationship, a plan that was almost perfect and would not be exposed took shape in Liu Rumeng's mind.
So she took out the envelope that Gong Xue had given her and put her own letter and photos in it.
Then he took out an envelope and wrote a letter to Liu Wen Zheng, briefly explaining the whole story and asking for his help.
Finally, all the envelopes and letters were put into a big envelope, and the recipient was Liu Wen Zheng of the Red Star Commune.
After doing all this, Liu Rumeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. While her mother was still not back from get off work at noon, she hurried out to find a mailbox and mailed the letter.
From a distance, while walking back and looking at the green mailbox, Liu Rumeng knew very clearly that she was pushing her beloved husband towards another woman little by little.
However, she did not regret it. As long as Awang could be happy, it would be worth it even if she had to bear the infamy for the rest of her life and live alone.
…
On the other side, Baishan County.
The plan to dig one thousand pressure wells, proposed by Lin Huowang, was brought forward by the county magistrate Xiong Xingwang at the Standing Committee meeting a year later. It was vigorously promoted, and a report and application were submitted to the province, which received high praise and support.
The county leaders are planning to do something big at the beginning of spring.
Whether for his own political achievements or for the farmers in all production brigades in Baishan County, he had to drill these one thousand pressurized wells as soon as possible.
However……
It has been more than ten days since the snow melted in the spring, but the county has not taken any action.
Although the county's finances are not abundant, the province has subsidized 20,000 yuan, and if we squeeze out some extra funds, we can at least have enough money to drill four or five hundred water pressure wells!
But every time the report was sent to County Magistrate Xiong, he looked unhurried and told his subordinates not to worry, as he would have his own arrangements for pressurizing the well.
But this matter can be suppressed for a day or two, but it cannot be suppressed forever.
This is not...
Although all the production teams had already started to reclaim wasteland, no preparation or arrangement had been made for such an important matter as the construction of water pressure wells.
Several deputy county heads and comrades from the Agriculture Bureau blocked the door of County Head Xiong Xingwang's office.
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