Chapter 89

When I turned over and lay down, I realized that the floor was cold and I couldn't help but tremble.

Sweat was still flowing, but the restlessness disappeared without a trace, and his swaying eyes could no longer be opened as if they were frozen.

I didn't even have the strength to lift my pants.

My mother quickly sat up, rustling, her heels rubbed against the ground, and her breathing was secretly unsatisfied.

These tiny sounds, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the occasional car whistle, penetrated my wet body and lingered in the steamer-like air.

For about a minute or two, the sound of limping footsteps sounded in my ears, and the monotonous thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thudding thud

My mother entered the bedroom like this. The sound of closing the door was not loud, but she undoubtedly twisted the counter-locking buckle and clicked, and even the security door of the office creaked, just like a cat's meow. I thought it was closed before.

My mind was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and it seemed that I could no longer have any trouble. For a while, I tried to put on my clothes and get up, but until my mother opened the door, the idea failed to come true.

She changed her shoes, her steps were gentle and delicate, and she slept at the desk for a while before returning to the bedroom.

When I came out again, the door slammed and my mother walked straight towards me, getting closer and closer.

My heart that had been stagnant for a long time finally started beating, and my straight body became more and more stiff. I wanted to turn over, but in the end I just reached out to block my crotch.

She turned a corner, headed straight to the hanger, and fanned out a warm wind when she passed by.

I couldn't help but sniff.

My mother put on the down jacket, carried her bag and went out of the door. When she went to the corridor, she turned her back again and then the security door was gently taken.

I raised my hand and wiped my eyes. The bright fluorescent lampshade was hazy and clear, like some kind of alien flying object that suddenly landed.

I couldn't tell how long I had been lying down, and I quickly popped up from the ground when my phone rang. I thought it was my mother, but it turned out to be Niu Xiuqin.

After hesitating for a moment, I didn’t answer the call. In addition to this call, there was another missed call nearly half an hour ago.

I suppressed the urge to turn off the phone, so I put my phone back in my pocket and sat there for a long time. My legs felt a little numb when I got up.

The second child is soft and sticky, and is particularly ugly under the light. I can't tell whether I should go to the bathroom to clean it.

There seemed to be an inexplicable smell floating in the air, mixed with the smell of sheep from the breath, and a faint sensation of the stomach.

The room was also in a mess. The couch cover was pulled off and halfway hung, and the coffee table was crooked and almost reached the east wall file cabinet. The glass cup was smashed on the ground, and the water stains soaked along the tiles to the legs of the sofa on the north side.

After finishing all this, it was already eleven o'clock. I put my waist on my back and stood in the bedroom for a while, but decided to leave.

I vaguely remember that the backpack was placed at the main entrance, but now it was standing against the wall. When I picked it up, a bunch of keys fell off.

I pulled the zipper on the down jacket, put on the hat, but didn't move for a long time.

The arrangement around was no different from when I came, but the lights were much whiter for no reason, as if my entire retina had been bleached in the sodium chloride solution.

Finally, I glanced at the trophy in the bookcase, and it was still dazzling. I turned off the lights and closed the door.

As soon as I came out of the complex building, my phone rang again. I thought it was Niu Xiuqin, but I didn’t expect that this time I was my father’s person who could talk to me four or five phone calls a year.

The snow did stop, but the wind became more and more bitter, with a little smell of flying sand and stones. I couldn't help but shivering.

But he refused to give in and soon called again, so I could only bite the bullet and answer.

Yes, I said hello, my voice was trembling.

My father asked me directly where I was. I shrank into the corner of the wall, but I didn't even break a word for a while.

Like a performing, he yelled, his voice rose high, and when it fell down, he kept saying a few more times. Hey, I had to umbrella and meant that I was listening.

Oh, his tone relaxed, as if he was a little drunk. Your mother just said that you will go back to Pinghai today. Why, where is the person? Haven’t arrived yet?

After stammering for a while, I stood up and said something was wrong, so I won't go back for the time being.

But the wet and sticky feeling became more and more breathless.

That night, I found an Internet cafe I visited and called the fools. They said that they were so nervous that they were all in the middle of the night.

There was no way, I could only make a billiard ball alone for an hour, and put it on the sofa for half a night.

In the morning, my left eyelid became swollen, like a green date stuffed into my eye sockets. Even though the mirror in the Internet cafe bathroom was dirty like a piece of shit, I could still see clearly.

The scratches on the neck are a little better, and they have scabs. I don’t know if there is any inflammation.

After breakfast, I wandered around the city all morning, and was so bored that I felt like I was back in the summer vacation when I was young.

I couldn't help it at noon and went home, but my mother actually opened the door. When she heard the footsteps, she felt something was wrong. It was too late to avoid it.

I could only stand straight, clenched my backpack strap and pinched it again and again.

Fortunately, my mother opened the door and walked back, leaving me with a figure of her back, with a beige turtleneck sweater close to her waist, a pair of white cotton socks under her straight jeans, and a high ponytail tied behind her head, and swung back and forth as she moved.

I glanced at the round buttocks and quickly turned my eyes away, and after a moment I realized that she was still limping.

If my grandmother hadn't been calling for her, I wouldn't know how long I would have been going to procrastinate. As soon as I entered the living room, the smell of meat filling was scented. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were eating dumplings, and a lotus dish was mixed on the table.

Grandma got up and asked me if I hadn't eaten yet. I rubbed my hands, wiped my face, and glanced at my mother who was still, and didn't feel embarrassed to say anything.

The heating baked my brain and made me start to sweat quickly. I wonder if it was an illusion, my grandma was much shorter than I remembered, and her hair was as white as snow. It took me a long time to find the topic. When I asked my father, I was a little panicked and regretted it as soon as I said it.

Grandma's answer was obvious, and she even exaggeratedly said, and after that, she asked me to go to the table.

After a few seconds, the voice shook violently and she asked me what was wrong with my face.

Fight again?She touched her face.I was speechless, and I couldn't make up the rhetoric that I had prepared early, so I could only grin stiffly.

Just as my grandmother came over to find out on my face, my mother stood up and said softly that she was going to make dumplings.

I hurriedly said that I was doing it, and at the same time I finally glanced at her.

My mother didn't get along, so she pushed the chair away and turned to the kitchen.

The moment she turned around, her eyes quickly slid across me, as fast as if they had never stopped. The familiar eyes were swollen, red and covered in blood, not much different from the rabbit's eyes.

My mind exploded and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Grandma told me not to look around, saying that my mother is angry and is getting red-eyed, so don’t spread it.

I'm here myself, can you make dumplings?

In the faint light and shadow, her hair was as fluffy as silk.

Super Girl is broadcasting on TV. God knows whether it is a talent show or a concert. Anyway, the face of Li Yuchun, who is neither male nor female, is getting more and more square.

Regarding the injury on my face, I said it was scratched when I was playing basketball, and my voice was so low that I couldn't hear it. Grandma shook her head and said that she would settle the score with them again. I couldn't say that she believed it true or false.

After a while, my mother asked how many to eat, and it was concise and clear, just these three words.

I said a few would do.

How many exactly?Her voice raised a little, but her tone was still faint.

20 or 20.I pretended to look for the remote control, but the sound was as soft as it had been melted by the heating.

For about ten minutes, my mother said that the dumplings were put into the pot.

I asked her to come over for dinner and went to see the pot by myself. Without hesitation, I almost bumped into her at the kitchen door.

My mother looked sideways with a breeze. My face couldn't help but feel hot. When I lowered my eyes, a purple scar suddenly overflowed from the beige high collar. Maybe the skin on my neck was too fair, which was a bit shocking in comparison.

A sweetness surged into my throat unexpectedly. I sucked my nose and rubbed my eyes, but couldn't move my feet for a while.

In the misty heat of the stove, I raised my head and stuffed half a can of Qingdao. It was cool, but the sticky panic was finally diluted a little.

When the dumplings came out, there was a plate of cold-squashed ear shreds on the table. I couldn't tell why, but I didn't move the chopsticks, and I didn't even move the lotus vegetables.

Apart from burying the dumplings, I would look up at the TV from time to time. Yu Guangli's mother is not far away or near, but it is difficult to capture any movement from her.

When grandma mentioned the exam, she was really confused now. I knew she was talking about the postgraduate entrance examination, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um

As for the wound on her face, she asked if she had applied the medicine. I said no, but she said in surprise that it would not work. There were some herbs in her room, so she would definitely be cured by just one dip.

I was holding my mouth so I couldn't tell if I should swallow it or I grinned.

After packing up the dishes, my mother took a glass of water and sat on the sofa beside her. During the whole process, she never mentioned anything except reminding her grandma to take medicine.

After dinner, I wanted to take a shower at home, but the bathroom heater broke down.

Of course, it doesn't matter to me. At least there is heating, but my grandmother said that her back is too cold and it is far from the radiator. A while ago, the water pipe near the north wall of the bathroom was frozen and cracked, and the whole family was washing it outside.

When I insisted on turning on the water heater and going to the bedroom to find a change of clothes, my mother suddenly rushed out of the room and shouted: Can you not wash, can you wash at home?!

I had never heard her tone so coldly, and I was stunned at the door and didn't dare to look back.

There were few people in the bathhouse.

When I took off my pants, I caught a glimpse of several dark or light purple-black marks in my crotch. Except for the ball at the bottom, the rest was not conspicuous. I leaned closer and sniffed it, and it was naturally odorous, but if this was not blood, what could it be?

The sticky feeling came again, washed away from the bottom of my heart like a tsunami.

My dick was rubbed so hard that it almost fell off, but I didn't feel anything, but my chest was blocked so hard that I couldn't breathe. I could only open my mouth from time to time and let the bath water mixed with the smell of iron pour it in.

The rusty spots on the porcelain wall next to it were rusted. Through the misty water vapor, the old exhaust fan swung the oil mud and rotated hard. The dense water droplets were hanging on the window ling and ceiling, ready to fall wildly at any time.

After taking a shower, my mother had already gone to the theater. There was a small bottle of iodine and half a bottle of safflower oil on the coffee table in the living room.

Under grandma's pressure, I had to wipe some.

She whispered to me if I had done anything at school, which made my mother angry.

When she said this, she kept her throat down, even though there was no one else at home.

Of course I deny it.

I even grinned, but unfortunately I didn't smile very successfully.

After lying on the bed for a while, I decided to go back to school.

Grandma blamed me for not saying earlier that my mother was not here, and no one could give me it.

I wanted to say something to her. After pulling her hair for a long time, I didn't say anything.

Before leaving, grandma did not forget to chase me out and told me not to fight with others anymore.

I put on my gloves, tied my hat tightly, and drove her back.

After going downstairs, I let out a long breath. The northwest wind swayed the sunshine, like a waving icicles.

It was nearly seven o'clock when I arrived at the school, and there were no one in the dormitory. There were actually not many people in the entire corridor. Those who did not take the postgraduate entrance examination had already escaped. They sat playing mahjong for ten days and half a month, and no one could stand it.

After putting some water back, I just lit a cigarette and saw half of the kraft paper exposed under the pillow.

My first reaction was that the things in the cabinet were turned out and I couldn't help but get angry. I held them in my hand and found that they were unopened fresh goods.

Yes, it is as thick as before, with the same color as before, and the same flavor of the forage.

I admit that my eyelids twitched, but to be honest, I was not surprised, just the sudden sweat that made me feel itchy all over my body.

Without thinking, I broke it up and smashed it. After that, I threw it to the ground and stomped it a few times. The ash bounced and it was fascinating. The bed hit the wall and made a thud.

When I wiped my eyes panting, I felt more and more cowardly and couldn't help but kick the bench in front of me several meters away.

The indoors were so dry that it was burnt yellow on the radiator and smoked, the anger gradually dissipated.

After a while of a daze, I picked up the intact kraft paper bag and took it to the bathroom to destroy the body.

Obviously, the anger just now was unnecessary, at least it would not help.

This is the thought in my mind when the flames rush up in the dirty toilet.

Then, the lead-black postmark suddenly jumped into my eyes under the beating light and shadow. I leaned over and took a look at it 05...122416.

I don't know why it's only arrived now.

The next morning, Dabo called over, and he said sarcastically, saying: Your pussy is still alive!

He said this to scare me, although I never considered life and death from beginning to end, at least not to that point.

While eating dog meat hotpot in the urban village, he asked me where I went to play and I told the truth.

After cursing for a while, he said that his mother had come to me.

At first I didn't understand what it meant, so he repeated it again, saying that my mother had come to the university town to find me, and it seemed that she was very anxious.

I yelled, and didn't say anything while playing smoke. It took me a while to ask when it happened.

Forgotten, he buried his head in the flesh, and when he raised his head, he said, either number two or number three.

I thought he would criticize me, but it didn't work, which made me unable to save a word for a long time.

When we came out of the small restaurant, we had already lit up thousands of lights, so we urinated at the brigade department.

Maybe he was really drunk, so he punched me and said there was nothing that could not be solved.

I ignored him.

He punched again and whispered that he didn't tell his mother about Chen Yao.

Perhaps because I peed on my pants, I suddenly became a little annoyed and kicked him in the butt with all my strength.

The pussy exclaimed and hugged the telephone pole.

On the contrary, I staggered and slapped my hand on my eyes, which made my stomach thrust.

I have been reading Henggou official history for several days, at least one book a day, at most two or three books a day, and I have practiced the piano the rest of the time, and I don’t even want to go there.

There are about 300 undergraduate graduates in the School of Law, nearly one-quarter of them take the postgraduate entrance examination. There are only one like me who is in the dormitory of Tmall all over the place.

The buddy in the shop opposite was afraid that his grades would be affected, so he moved out, and I was even more at ease.

I learned that Wang ShouX was under double supervision, probably in the No. 3 small cafeteria, the central office, I can’t remember whether it is the "Focus Interview". I probably mentioned it and said that he may become the highest official in the army since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

I also released a photo of my life, with white and fat, big eyes, eyes, eyebrows, and a fierce face.

Although I vaguely knew that he had some kind of involvement with the Pinghai Chen family, I didn't care. Bi Jing's mind was full of Kazuosuke Kitani, which was so incapable of stuffing into anything, which was urgently needed, not to mention that the so-called involvement was just some rumors.

But then again, even though I noticed this news and absorbed all the clues with slightest clues, I could not have expected Chen Jianjun to fall so quickly.

In fact, I had received text messages for a long time, saying that I would print my admission ticket or something, but I ignored it. I rarely had a meal outside at noon on January 11th. When I passed by the Internet cafe, I hesitated and turned in.

After finishing the business, I read the web page for a while, and then clicked on a news editorial about Wang ShouX.

This product was taken down by the General Staff Security Department before going to Zhuhai for vacation on December 23. On the same day, the Central Military Commission's Discipline Inspection Commission announced dual regulations. In addition to pointing out that he embezzled the infrastructure funds for the business reform and aircraft carrier funds, the report had nothing to do with it. On the contrary, the joint report of the three mistresses and the hidden huge amounts of the microwave oven, regardless of whether it is true or false, it will inevitably smell like a public security novel.

What I didn't expect was that Chen Jianye was mentioned at the end of the article, saying that before and after Wang ShouX was placed under double supervision, several relevant personnel were taken away for investigation, including Chen Jianye, secretary of the Party Committee and chairman of Pinghai Special Steel.

After searching, I found that Chen Tiedan was under double supervision as early as December 22 when he went to Pingyang to attend a Development and Reform Commission meeting.

Within a few days ago, several HTC executives and directors were arrested. A report by Sina Finance specifically mentioned its chairman of the board of supervisors, saying that he was a senior executive of the major shareholder Guochuang Assets.

As a chain reaction, before New Year's Day alone, several county-level cadres from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission and the Land and Resources Bureau were successively dismissed. It is reported that a department-level official of the provincial government was also summoned for discussion because of involvement. The relevant person in charge of several real estate and foreign trade enterprises such as Yazuo were taken away by the task force for investigation. In short, the political and business circles in Pingyang and Pinghai were panicked and uneasy.

The report uses a bit lively and even frivolous words. The so-called earthquake may be similar to the surprise brought by the dark Hongda Hotel that night, although life is still peaceful for most people.

My throat was a little dry, but I still lit a cigarette.

Chen Jianye's most prominent label is a naked official. In addition, the media is trying hard to expose his luxurious life, such as more than a dozen villas and dozens of mistresses, including some famous performing artists, etc., whether it is true or false, it has a strong literary flavor of street stalls.

The article Sina Finance also wrote about Pinghai Special Steel's equity structure, saying that Guochuang Assets holds 36% of the shares, second only to the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, and is more than the Pinghai Municipal Finance Bureau. Taking advantage of the reform of equity split reform, Pinggang is seeking to go public in the past year.

At the end of the article, Chen Jianye may also involve illegal business, forced buying and selling, and the only comment mentioned Zhangling’s rare earth mine. To be honest, the heroes’ views are similar, and the first thing I thought of was Li Hongqi.

Of course, it is not a trivial matter for Chen Jianye to be dismissed, but no one takes it seriously when compared with the lieutenant general of the Navy. This shows that the neglect of each report page is evident.

I was thinking about whether to take a look at the local forum. A familiar name in the recommendation link came into my eyes. The news title was very simple: Chen Jianjun, secretary of the Party Leadership Group of Pinghai Municipal Bureau of Culture and Sports, was brought down.

Maybe I burped a little too much, and I couldn't help but burp.

The news is on January 10th, and Chen Jianjun was double-ruled in the late night of January 9th.

I don’t know if it is the reason for the preliminary report, but compared with Chen Jianye’s article, this article is much more dull. It just says that Chen Jianjun was taken away from his home due to economic problems, which may be involved in Hongda Entertainment Group. According to relevant sources, Chen Jianjun has financial transactions with some real estate companies.

I realized when the cigarette burned and shook it. The cigarette butt bounced back when it hit the wall and almost made a hole in the cuff.

The rubber rotten rope surrounds the surroundings, like a weasel being baked on the fire. I sniffed and wanted to touch another cigarette, but the cigarette box was empty.

In the next half hour, I read more than ten reports about Chen Jianjun in one breath, including news, comments, preliminary and interpretations, but most of them were similar, almost carved out of the same model. It was nothing more than mentioning Chen Jianjun's early academic career, and then exaggerating how he corrupted and degenerated and acted nonsense during his tenure in Pinghai, such as reselling land, building large-scale construction, embezzlement of state-owned assets, etc., and even the ranking of the listed crimes was exactly the same.

Several articles also talked about his corruption and depravity, such as marrying his own student as his wife, having sex with men and women in the unit, and even keeping several mistresses.

As for whether this will continue to be unfolded, I don’t know.

"Southern Metropolis Daily" has an editorial titled "From scholars to officials," which lists the pros and cons of Chen Jianjun's reform in various fields of culture, sports and tourism over the seven years of Pinghai. It also specifically mentioned the Red Star Theater and Fengwu Theater. Although they were not bad words, I still hope that they could hide and disappear in the eyes of everyone.

Maybe it's from here that I grow up a little bit of anxiety, like ink soaking rice paper, like seeds taking root and sprouting.

When I bought a box of cigarettes and went to the toilet, the rice paper was clear, and the seeds suddenly became a towering tree.

The first call was called to the home, and no one answered it.

I had to call my father again. After a while, he asked in surprise what was wrong, his heart felt a little relieved.

I searched online and found that except for the previous performance information and a few reports, there was no content about Fengwu Theater Troupe.

After logging in to QQ, my mother was not online, but Qingxia was there, and she hurriedly sent several messages, but she didn't respond for a long time.

The chat window flashed when I was about to exit the machine.

Sister Xia said she is very busy now, and she is about to start acting in the new drama and needs to rehearse every day. She said that Teacher Zhao has high requirements and just tortures people with all kinds of tricks when she has nothing to do. How can she be so miserable?

I sent a sneering expression, and she hit me the head and asked me where I got the time to go online.

Your mother is looking forward to your success and fame, and she was still talking about it two days ago!I don’t know if this is true or false, but I undoubtedly trembled with my fingers for a long time and couldn’t make a complete sentence.

On the afternoon of the 13th, I went to the examination room to take a look. Pingyang No. 4 Middle School took the bus for an hour.

It turned out that there was nothing good to look at, so I squatted at the gate and ate a roasted sweet potato, and I went home.

I met Li Junqi on the corridor in front of Building Zero. Apart from the extra single-handed resignation, he had no change.

Of course, the single-bend is conspicuous enough that this fellow villager who was walking in the cold wind with a Lei Feng hat gave a sense of joy out of thin air.

In order to express the amazing effect of the look, I leaned on it several times, and my lips almost burst into laughter. Unfortunately, this guy didn't cooperate very well, and just replied lightly.

I glanced at my legs and feet that were not seriously damaged in appearance and asked him what he did.

Have fun on New Year's Day.

He seemed unhappy and his mouth was very cracked.

I could only say oh, a little embarrassed for a moment.

Fortunately, my fellow villager took over the conversation and asked me how I was reviewing.

I said that.

Even though the postgraduate entrance examination was not a topic I like, the two of them still talked for a while.

It can be seen that Li Junqi is a little annoyed and is looking at the tempered glass frequently. He has a goatee like most male artists.

Although I knew it was not right, I still talked about the Chen family. It was always good to grasp some inside information, but strangely, I didn't ask Chen Chen.

He said that he only cares about painting and can't control so much else, and there is no way to do anything wrong.

He smiled as he said this, and the crutches in his hand danced like golden hoops.

He made sense, but I was speechless and could only sigh.

Hi, this fellow villager sighed and smiled brighter. At worst, you can run away. What a big deal.This seems to make more sense.

I didn’t take the written test for graduate students. On the 14th, I slept until dawn, and it was almost nine o’clock after breakfast.

Later, I did go around the door of No. 4 Middle School, but I just ate another roasted sweet potato.

Although I have never planned this way, everything is as step by step as I have planned it early.

As for the time that was freed up, it was naturally left to Kazuosuke Kinda.

On the night of the fifteenth, my cousin contacted me and asked me how I was doing in the exam. After that, I said I had a meal together.

Actually, she had made an appointment twice before, and I found a reason to turn it over. I am afraid it would be unreasonable to push it again.

At noon the next day, I ate fat beef near Pingyang Municipal Cultural Bureau, and my cousin's husband was there, and his weight loss plan seemed to have not worked.

Lu Min asked why she didn't see Chen Yao, and I can only say that there was something wrong with her family.

My cousin said that my cousin played a guest role in a TV series some time ago and is now a big star.

The latter smiled so hard that he couldn't stop and said Cheng Rang, her lipstick was shiny. I don't know if she would get poisoned when eaten.

My cousin is now in charge of film and television broadcasting and promotion, and Feiqu cannot escape. She said that her mother’s Pingju can also be filmed and television.

I can't tell if she's kidding.

The counselor's phone number was called at this time. He asked me if I was still in school. Why did I think it was wrong? He said there was my email.

It was indeed my email. This time it was not a kraft paper bag, but a gray plastic bag from the post office. It was much thicker than the previous package, so that at some point I was lucky enough to calm down when the familiar thin font came into my eyes.

The counselor was in a good mood and took the initiative to chat with me. He asked me where I went to play on New Year's Day, but I ignored him.

I felt my hands slippery, like a ball of fat.

January 17th is Laba Festival. This was the only thought I thought when I saw my father call early in the morning. As a result, after asking about his well-being, he said in a pretended relaxed tone that his mother was in a little trouble.

I could clearly hear the sound of my throat. This winter morning was so quiet that even my father was gone.

What's wrong?After a long time, I smiled.

Don't worry, don't worry, he smiled, stiff as a dry hairtail. Damn, there was no accurate statement, now he said he was detained?

With a click in my ear, I could almost see the instant ignition of tobacco.