Chapter 135

A chill ran down Yan Lei's back, and he felt scared.

He certainly wasn't scared of Qiao Wei in front of him.

He was scared... He felt like he was going to lose her.

He bent down, picked up her legs, and hugged her: "You're confused! Go to sleep!"

He carried her upstairs.

Qiao Wei stared at his profile in the warm and familiar embrace.

"I had a high fever for a day and a night, and no one was taking care of me."

"I went there in time and took you to the hospital."

"Most people can't hold on for that long, and they will get dehydrated from the high temperature."

"I brought you back safely."

"... Don't you want to listen?"

"No."

Qiao Wei put her face on his shoulder: "Okay."

No one is stupid, right?

It's always about willingness.

Yan Lei carried her back to the bedroom upstairs, stuffed her back into the quilt, and hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly fly away.

"Don't you think about it? Without you, what will happen to Xiangxiang? What will happen to me?" He whispered, as if with resentment.

Qiao Wei said, "You will live as well as you do now."

She looked at the ceiling in the dark. This house is different from the small courtyard before, it has a ceiling.

"You and I are the same person." She said with certainty, "Even if we didn't meet each other, we would definitely work hard to live well."

"I will never waste my life."

"That's different." Yan Lei hugged her tightly, "No matter how good life is, it will not be the same without you."

"No."

"Qiao Wei, Xiangxiang and I can't live without you."

He hugged her too tightly, making her breathless.

Qiao Wei pushed him and turned over to face him, nose to nose.

She stared at him.

Yan Lei tried to kiss her, clumsily like when he brought her back from the provincial capital.

But he was sincere, as if telling her -

others can't do it, it must be you.

No,

it must be you.

Qiao Wei felt herself getting softer and softer.

Yan Lei's gentleness and purity enveloped her.

She gently rubbed his cheek with the back of her fingers and responded to his kiss.

Love is like a tide, gently lifting a person up, relaxing every limb.

You are not alone, no matter what time, there is this person with you.

...

Huang Zengyue fell, Meng Zuoyi took over, and the spring of Bocheng this year was destined to be uneasy.

Up and down, dazzling.

Everyone said that Meng Zuoyi was still the same Meng Zuoyi as before, and five years of hardship only made him more determined. The experience of being raped became the capital of his resume, as solid as a rock.

Personnel changes were intense and frequent.

In March, the director of the library, Qiao Wei, received a transfer letter, and was promoted to the deputy director of the Bocheng County Revolutionary Committee.

Qiao Wei showed the transfer letter to Yan Lei.

Yan Lei advised her: "Keep a normal mind."

"What happened between the two of them is their business."

"Think about it, when Lao Meng was raped, we were also in contact with Zengyue."

Not only in contact, but also in cooperation.

In fact, Yan Lei felt that Huang Zengyue was naive at that time.

He actually kept Meng Zuoyi.

When dealing with Guan Tuwei, he made a request, and Huang Zengyue was silent for a while before agreeing.

After all, these intellectuals and pen-wielders like to play tricks and engage in politics, and they are still afraid of things that get blood on their hands.

But to Yan Lei, Qiao Wei stands between him and Huang Zengyue, and there is only a cooperation of interests between them. There is no relationship between them, and he has no obligation to remind him.

Moreover, Qiao Wei, who has feelings for Huang Zengyue, also has feelings for Meng Zuoyi.

Qiao Wei actually has no loss in who is higher and who is lower, who lives and who dies between Huang Zengyue and Meng Zuoyi.

So he kept silent.

In fact, from the day he knew that Meng Zuoyi was rehabilitated, he knew that Huang Zengyue was going to be in trouble.

From the day Meng Zuoyi insisted on returning to Bocheng County, he had already foreseen the end of Huang Zengyue.

Sure enough, everything was as expected.

Playing politics does not allow for a trace of naivety.

Qiao Wei is actually naive.

In the eyes of others, she is indeed mature, sophisticated and smooth, but only Yan Lei knows that she sometimes reveals an incredible innocence from the bottom of her heart.

An innocence that is much more naive than Huang Zengyue.

Yan Lei has been observing her over the years and found that except for Guan Tuwei, she does not have a strong hatred for anyone. She is very tolerant and has a kind of compassionate tolerance towards everyone, even those she doesn't like.

This is extremely contradictory to her quick response and smooth response.

It's like a mystery.

But such contradictions in her make Yan Lei deeply fascinated.

He persuaded her, put his arm around her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.

"I know." Qiao Wei let out a long breath, "I know."

Great, she has walked out of that emotion and recovered.

Yan Lei loves her bright eyes and firm gaze the most.

Qiao Wei went to the Revolutionary Committee compound to meet Meng Zuoyi.

In that familiar office, Meng Zuoyi hurriedly put on his shoes and opened the window: "Let the smell go away."

Qiao Wei touched her forehead and said: "You still remember it!"

Meng Zuoyi laughed: "How can I forget that?"

Meng Zuoyi thought he would never forget the girl who stood up to Guan Tuwei and refused to take advantage of him.

She was so young, and so brave.

When everyone was drawing a clear line between him and her, she was the only one who dared to visit him openly, fearing that he would be killed by those people.

She has always been brave.

The atmosphere relaxed.

"I actually want you to be my first deputy director." He said, "but I know you definitely don't want to."

Qiao Wei nodded: "You should understand me."

At that time, people were divided into many factions. Everyone has different political orientations and different choices.

It is obvious that Qiao Wei chose to avoid this massive movement.

If she really had ambitions and wanted to stir up trouble, with her brains and skills, and with the support of the military region, Huang Zengyue might not be able to dominate the situation.

Or, taking a step back, she didn't have such big ambitions, but if she really wanted to be the first deputy director of Bocheng County, she could have done it in Huang Zengyue's time.

Not only was she a strong arm, but everyone knew that she would not stab anyone in the back. She was someone who could be completely trusted.

Everyone wanted to have a partner like her.

Huang Zengyue must be happy to be tied to her and get her help.

But she didn't seize power. She hid in the library and was happy every day.

People like her had a common name at that time, called the Xiaoyao School.

Of course, at that time, no one in the Xiaoyao School would admit that they were from the Xiaoyao School.

But as long as you see that she is away from all the famous revolutionary organizations and groups, you will know that she is a free-spirited person.

Qiao Wei is a typical free-spirited person.

When Meng Zuoyi was in the backyard of the Health Bureau, he often looked forward to her coming. Not only because she would bring food and medicine, but also because she was a rare sunshine in the dark years.

When he saw Qiao Wei, he could remember that people should live like this normally.

Meng Zuoyi nodded: "I know you. So I will only give you the position of deputy director. Anyway, don't waste your time in the library, come here early to gain experience."

China's officialdom has always emphasized seniority since ancient times.

But that is a normal career and officialdom.

Qiao Wei looked at him: "Director... Secretary, do you have any news?"

Meng Zuoyi tapped the table with his fingers: "Movement, what is a movement? Since it is a movement, it has a beginning and an end. Even if it is in full swing now, it will end sooner or later."

So he transferred Qiao Wei back to the government.

She didn't want to participate, it didn't matter, she could slowly wait and build up her resume here. In this way, when this movement is over and everything returns to normal, she will have the qualifications to pursue a career in politics.

Meng Zuoyi can't be said to be bad to Qiao Wei.

In fact, he really hopes that Qiao Wei can come to be in charge of the propaganda department for him, but she doesn't want to stay in such a stormy place, and he won't force her.

Let her take a part-time job in the government.

Qiao Wei didn't waste this meeting, she got the position of library director for Zheng Ai.

The library is Yan Xiang's little world. Qiao Wei considers it as her own back garden and doesn't want others to interfere.

Meng Zuoyi actually knows Zheng Ai.

Qiao Wei was surprised.

"Old Xiao is always nagging." He said, "There are only a few people in their library, and he nags every day."

He suddenly said, "Weiwei, you know, I was the one who put Old Xiao up there, he can't do it himself."

The air was silent for a moment.

At that time, it would only make it more gloomy, so I knew it all, and it was tacitly understood. One didn't ask, and the other didn't say it.

Now it's over, and I can say it.

After telling Qiao Wei, Meng Zuoyi also felt relieved.

Some things have to be said by someone. Not everyone is worthy of listening to him.

It can only be certain people.

He was a soldier, he is strong and has the most strength.

In those years, those who couldn't bear it all asked him for help.

He said, "I'm good at hanging people."

Qiao Wei thought of the tree on the path.

Did he do it with his own hands?

Not necessarily.

Who knows.

Or maybe he just moved his mouth.

Meng Zuoyi seemed to know what she was thinking, and he just smiled.

They didn't mention the man's name.

In the past, people whose bodies are annihilated will eventually be annihilated in people's memories.

Not even ashes will be left.

But Qiao Wei suddenly choked on her chest.

It might be because of the bad cognition in her mind, or it might be because the smell of feet and smoke in the room was mixed and couldn't be dispersed.

But this timing was too bad, why at this time, when the words were just coming to this point. After finally getting over the disgust, Qiao Wei wanted to explain to Meng Zuoyi, but she opened her mouth and vomited again.

"Hey." Meng Zuoyi stood up and fanned her across the table, "Are you okay?"

"It's just..." Qiao Wei tried to explain, "I haven't smelled smoke in the library for a long time..."

The library is a key fire prevention unit and smoking is completely prohibited. It makes sense.

But Meng Zuoyi put his hands on his hips and looked at her, a little strange.

"Weiwei, you..." he asked, "Are you pregnant?"

Qiao Wei blinked.

What's wrong with her? Meng Zuoyi found it funny: "I remember your child was eight or nine years old? Ten years old? How can you be so slow?"

She was obviously a person who had given birth, why was she as silly as a little girl who had never given birth.

Even a grown man like him could see that she was pregnant, but she herself could not react.

Qiao Wei was stunned.

She and Yan Lei clearly always... No, there was one time, one time it didn't work.

Qiao Wei remembered.

It was the night when she was emotionally unstable because of Huang Zengyue's death and wanted to tell everything.

Yan Lei didn't let her say it.

He comforted her very gently that night, and her emotions were fluctuating and she was in a trance. They didn't even think of taking safety measures. She

got caught just at that one time.

You really can't be careless or lucky in such things.

Meng Zuoyi was amused by her silly look. He pointed at her and shook his head with laughter.

"Give birth to more children while you are young," he said. "There is strength in numbers, and more people means more production. This is a contribution to the country."

Qiao Wei went back to the library and explained it to Zheng Ai.

Everyone was reluctant to let Qiao Wei go, but they were also happy that the next director would be Zheng Ai. It was really a mixture of sadness and joy.

Qiao Wei planned to wait for Yan Xiang to finish school and then go home with him.

Yan Xiang is now ten years old, and Qiao Wei no longer needs to take him to and from school.

But before noon, Yan Xiang hadn't come back yet, and Teacher Yan came. Qiao Wei

supported her forehead.

"Director Meng called me." Yan Lei asked cautiously in her office, "How are you now? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Wei said unhappily, "Thanks to you, I'm fine."

Yan Lei hurriedly said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

But he couldn't hide his joy.

He was so happy about the arrival of this new life.

This is his and Qiao Wei's child.