Chapter 127

"I want you to ask Huang Zengyue why he treated me like this." Meng Zuoyi said, "At first, I just thought he was taking a shortcut, but... During this time, I have been thinking about it and I feel that it is not that simple." "

There must be some other reason. If I don't know, I probably can't close my eyes. Qiao..."

Meng Zuoyi's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Qiao Wei's expression.

He understood: "You know?"

Qiao Wei was silent: "You don't know?"

Qiao Wei said: "Zengyue and your third lady... You don't know?"

Meng Zuoyi was surprised: "There is nothing between the two of them."

The two looked at each other.

Meng Zuoyi said: "Tell me..."

Qiao Wei told what she knew.

"Bullshit! They weren't in love at all." Meng Zuoyi said, "The third brother had a crush on him, so he asked for my opinion. After I analyzed it, the third brother realized that they were not suitable. So it ended in nothing."

"But the third brother admired him very much, so he recommended him to me. So I hired him."

"But if you say he and the third brother are together, there is nothing at all!"

Rashomon.

Someone may be lying, or no one may be lying, but it is the same thing, and everyone looks at it with their own subjective filters.

Everyone has their own cocoon.

"If he just wants to get promoted, I respect him as a man. If he does it for this..." Meng Zuoyi said, "Then he won't go far."

Qiao Wei was silent.

Should I say he is right?

People who get promoted like Huang Zengyue can only enjoy the glory for ten years at most.

After that, all the Koukou faction was liquidated, and there would be no further career development.

Meng Zuoyi finally let go of his grudge against Huang Zengyue.

He looked at Qiao Wei: "You went to the library?"

Qiao Wei nodded.

Meng Zuoyi was relieved: "You know how to find a place. You got married well, and you have both ability and vision. You should be stable and don't just pursue the glory in front of you."

He rubbed his knees: "I am down and out now, and saying this may make people laugh. But Qiao Wei, I think the current situation will not last long, and it will be rectified sooner or later. Our party has experienced such things several times. It's nothing to be afraid of."

But this time it was particularly long.

As long as ten years.

He didn't know.

Qiao Wei's eyes were a little blurry.

She wiped her eyes: "Secretary, you are right. I think... at most ten years. As long as you hold on, it will pass."

"Secretary, I came to see you just to tell you, hold on!"

Meng Zuoyi smiled.

"If Huang Zengyue really had that kind of breath in his heart, he would not let me die." He said, "Jinyi, you can't walk at night."

"Can you ask him for me, is it his intention to starve me to death?"

"I don't think so."

Indeed, it wasn't.

Qiao Wei went to the county party committee building.

Huang Zengyue was in a meeting, and she waited for more than half an hour before he saw him.

Huang Zengyue walked into the office quickly: "Qiao Wei, why are you here today? Is the work at the library going well?"

He had just finished a meeting and was dry-mouthed. He was familiar with Qiao Wei, so there was no need to play those red tapes. He had already picked up the teacup and poured water while talking.

Qiao Wei said: "There is no food in the warehouse in the backyard of the Health Bureau."

Huang Zengyue paused.

He slammed the teacup on the table and opened the door of the office: "Xiao Pan!"

Qiao Wei led the people in the office to confront Guan Tuwei at the XX meeting and refused to add insult to injury to Meng Zuoyi. Huang Zengyue, who was on the same team with Guan

Tuwei at the time

, did not retaliate against these people after he came to power, nor did he make things difficult for them.

On the contrary, he promoted and reused these colleagues who used to work in the same office.

Officer Pan is now Director Huang's Secretary Pan, which is equivalent to Secretary Huang to Secretary Meng.

Secretary Pan trotted in when he heard the voice: "Director?"

Huang Zengyue asked: "How is the food for the staff in the backyard of the Health Bureau determined?"

Secretary Pan said: "Cut the standard amount by half."

The main point is that they can't eat enough, but they won't starve to death.

Huang Zengyue said: "Go and verify, there is no food there now."

Secretary Pan said "Ah", looked at Qiao Wei, and guessed the source of the news.

Qiao Wei admitted: "I went to see it today."

Qiao Wei is really brave. Secretary Pan admired her very much.

"Okay. I'll go and confirm it now." He went.

Qiao Wei sighed: "I know it's not you. He also said it's definitely not you. Okay, just know it in your heart, I'm going back."

Huang Zengyue called her: "Qiao Wei."

Qiao Wei turned around.

He said: "When you have time, come over often. The little devil is troublesome. I approve it here, but it's hard to say what will happen to him down there. I can't keep an eye on things over there every day. Just keep an eye on it."

His behavior was even a little tender.

It was as if he was worried about an old leader who had retired peacefully. It almost made people forget that it was him who got Secretary Meng out of office.

He really wanted Secretary Meng to live.

Jinyi really can't walk at night.

Qiao Wei nodded: "Okay."

At night, she sat cross-legged on the cool bed and looked up at the stars.

Yan Lei heated up the milk for her: "Add sugar."

Yan Lei was not used to drinking it, but Qiao Wei and Yan Xiang liked it.

Yan Lei drank hot tea and asked: "What are you daydreaming about?"

Qiao Wei blew milk: "Golden clothes can't be worn at night."

Yan Lei raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Wei curled her lips: "Zeng Yue insisted on keeping me, maybe this is also his intention."

Among the people around him, only Qiao Wei knew the thorn that had been stuck in his heart for many years.

Then only Qiao Wei could truly appreciate his golden clothes.

The stage of life needs an audience.

Yan Lei sat down next to her, hugged her shoulders, and drank a sip of hot tea: "It doesn't matter. Just be safe."

"You are safe, I am safe, and Zeng Yue is also safe."

"As long as everyone is safe, it's fine."

He asked: "What are you worried about?"

Qiao Wei shook her head and didn't say.

As long as Meng Zuoyi can hold on, he can hold on until the day of rehabilitation.

Rehabilitation is not only after the end of ten years. During this period, people were constantly being persecuted, and people were constantly being vindicated.

What will happen when Meng Zuoyi finally makes it?

The staff in the backyard of the Health Bureau will provide him with food. Of course, he won't eat enough, and he won't eat well, but he won't be so hungry that he has to lie on the bed and can't get up.

Director Xiao said to Meng Zuoyi, "Thanks to you."

He praised him, "You have good taste in judging people."

Meng Zuoyi sneered, "If I really had good taste, why would I be here now? Go to bed early and save your energy."

There was an autumn rain at the end of September.

No one would come to the library in this kind of weather.

There is a row of small bamboo chairs in the corridor of the office.

In fact, Qiao Wei really wants to get a few of the bamboo lounge chairs at home. But it's too much, really too much. No matter how leisurely the job is, it is still work, and it is not suitable for you to do that thing.

The next best thing was to buy small bamboo chairs with public funds, one for each person.

On a rainy autumn day, the librarians sat in rows on the porch and sipped tea.

Zheng Ai insisted: "The water temperature is still too high. It's astringent."

Others said: "I didn't taste it."

Zheng Ai said: "Your tongue is not good, I have the best tongue."

Qiao Wei sighed: "There are no good tea sets."

That kind of thing is the Four Olds, who dares. Just use an enamel teapot.

Sitting in rows, Qiao Wei put her feet on the corridor stool, raised the front legs of the small bamboo chair, and shook it.

Some people drank tea, some read books, some murmured poems that fit the occasion, and some were just in a daze. Let’s listen to the autumn rain beating on the eaves, and the water falling through the rocks.

It is hard to find people who share the same artistic conception as this one, outside of this library.

Before Director Qiao came, everyone was extremely worried. Who knew she was such a person.

Qiao Wei looked at the sky: "It's raining today, so there won't be a parade."

"Who knows, maybe they will be taken to the auditorium for a meeting." Everyone sighed .

The atmosphere was dull. Especially with the autumn rain, the ethereal autumn suddenly became bleak and gloomy.

Qiao Wei sighed softly, and promised: "When it snows in winter, we will roast sweet potatoes around the stove here."

The air was light again.

I am excited and looking forward to winter.

Yan Xiang practiced calligraphy while listening to the rain.

There was an older sister named Shen among the librarians. She was free and asked Qiao Wei if she could teach Yan Xiang calligraphy.

My God, in the future, a calligraphy class costs hundreds of dollars! Someone is willing to teach for free!

What else can Qiao Wei say? Of course, yes.

These colleagues in the library have many things in common, such as patience. They are not impatient in doing anything.

Compared with the classes in school where he can't learn anything, Yan Xiang loves the library more.

Practicing calligraphy in the rain.

Aunt Shen spoke slowly, tapped his wrist with a small bamboo stick, and told him the key points.

Uncle Zheng said: "Just let him write the Song Dynasty poems I asked him to recite, which will kill two birds with one stone." Uncle Zheng

liked poetry and taught him to recite.

Aunt Shen was very contemptuous and rolled her eyes directly: "Outsiders should not point fingers, and different trades are like different mountains."

Uncle Zheng: "Tsk."

Qiao Wei learned to play Go from the oldest old man in the library, Mr. Li.

In her previous life, an aunt in the ward taught her a little.

But after that auntie left, no one could play chess with her. Later, she lost the ability to take care of herself and gave up everything. She

only had a mobile phone stand on the bed frame to watch videos.

This saves the most energy, both physical and mental.

Waiting to die.

She had long expected that she would stay in this library for several years. The world outside was in chaos, but Qiao Wei was hiding here with a calm mind.

It was just right to play chess.

She would go to the backyard of the Health Bureau from time to time.

Sometimes she would secretly bring some medicine.

The back of her neck was bloody from being strangled by the wire, and it hurt just looking at it.

I heard that there was a female employee named Zheng in the manure factory who was particularly active. She always took the initiative to fight Meng Zuoyi, and she was the one who soaked the wooden sign in water.

"I don't even know who she is." Meng Zuoyi said, "Later they told me that she used to be a teacher in our kindergarten, but got hepatitis, so I was transferred."

It's not even "forgotten", it's "don't know".

For the former Secretary Meng, it was just a casual order, without any thought. That person and that matter never entered his mind.

It may also be because, among the people Meng Zuoyi has offended, she is the least worth mentioning. When

Qiao Wei went to see Meng Zuoyi, she would of course also take a look at Director Xiao.

Everyone in the library missed Director Xiao very much. But they didn't have Qiao Wei's identity and connections, and they didn't dare to enter and leave the backyard of the Health Bureau with a golden medal of immunity like Qiao Wei.

After coming more often, Director Xiao gradually trusted her.

Finally one day, he said, "In Data Room 7, there are about ten boxes on the third row of shelves. I marked them."

It looked no different from other boxes, but it contained the treasures of the library.

They were all ancient books handed down from the local area.

If they were destroyed, they would be gone.

Qiao Wei understood, and she said, "I'll try my best."

Director Xiao said, "Don't try your best, you have to promise me."

Qiao Wei was helpless, looking up and sighing, "How can I promise you this? What's the situation now? If something happens, I must protect myself first. No matter how precious the things are, they are not as precious as myself."

Director Xiao said, "If you don't promise me, I can't close my eyes."

The old man looked at her pitifully. She

suffered so much in the morning and afternoon every day, and she might not be able to sleep at night. Because Meng Zuoyi also said something similar about not being able to close his eyes.

Qiao Wei softened her heart and coaxed him: "Okay, okay, I agree."

The old man was happy: "Then I'll leave it to you, Director Qiao."

At night, the old man went to Meng Zuoyi's room.

Meng Zuoyi asked him to push him awake.

The old man said: "Please do me a favor."

Meng Zuoyi raised his eyelids.

The next day, a female curator rushed in with red eyes.

"I just passed by the health bureau, they were pulling out, pulling out corpses."

Half an hour before the opening of the museum, everyone was cleaning the bathroom, and they stopped when they heard it.

The female curator's lips trembled.

"Xiao, Director Xiao... hanged himself."

"He's gone cleanly, don't suffer anymore." Director Xiao pushed Meng Zuoyi awake that night.

"I'm different from you."

"You were a soldier, you can endure any hardship."

"As for me, I'm a good-for-nothing scholar, I'm a scholar, the ancients were not lying to me."

"Get up, help me. I can't reach."