At this moment, Xue Xiang revealed the reason for sending the red envelope and promised to keep it secret, which relieved their worries. It would be strange if the red envelope could not be sent out.
After receiving the red envelope, the group of children ran away shouting as if they were blowing up an encampment. From a distance, they could be heard discussing what kind of spring thunder they should buy.
After seeing off a bunch of children, Xue Xiang continued to move forward. Unexpectedly, before he turned around, he heard a strange but familiar greeting voice, "It's you, Xue Xiang, who has something to do. Lian Nier and the others' red envelopes
They can all be sent out.”
Xue Xiang turned around, and what he saw was a simple, old but kind and sad face. Who else could it be if he wasn't Chief Zhenhua?
Calculating it carefully, the last time Xue Xiang met with Chief Zhenhua was in August last year, which was only half a year ago.[
But Xue Xiang felt that the past six months had gone very quickly for Chief Zhenhua.
The passage of half a year has not only turned half of Chief Zhenhua's hair white and bald his temples, but also carved new dense grooves on his wrinkled forehead, adding to his original skinny figure.
, almost so thin that I can barely hold my clothes on.
"Xue Xiang, happy New Year!"
As he spoke, Chief Zhenhua smiled and stretched out his hand.
Speaking of which, Xue Xiang was rude. Chief Yuan Zhenhua had already greeted him, and he should have responded anyway. But at this moment, Xue Xiang was stunned and speechless. This was already considered a great offense. He also asked Zhenhua
Chief Hua greeted him a second time.
But at this moment, seeing Xue Xiang in a daze, Chief Zhenhua didn't care at all, but there was still a trace of warmth in his heart. He had seen many people, and he could understand what was in Xue Xiang's eyes.
"Chief, you have lost weight!"
Xue Xiang didn't say any New Year's greetings. He finally stretched out his hands and held Chief Zhenhua's big hand tightly.
"You're not fat either!"
Chief Zhenhua smiled and patted Xue Xiang on the shoulder, "How are you, how are you in Mingzhu? I heard that you made trouble again in Mingzhu. You are not willing to live in peace anywhere!"
Xue Xiang was chatting and was about to break down. Chief Zhenhua waved his hand and said, "There is no need to talk nonsense. You still have to do what you need to do. As long as you think it is right and beneficial to the people, then go ahead and do it."
Well, I know you are a good boy. Remember, those who don’t do things will never make mistakes. Don’t be afraid of others saying that what our country and this party want is people who dare to do things. Xue Xiang, do your best.
!”
After saying that, Chief Zhenhua let go of Xue Xiang's big hand and strode away.
From a distance, his thin body seemed to be broken by the cold wind at any time, but his waist was straight and every step he took was so steady and powerful. Suddenly, snowflakes started flying in the sky, and they were like cotton, gradually.
On the ground, the thin figure of Chief Zhenhua was annihilated by the wind and snow, and Xue Laosan's eyes suddenly became wet.
He knows a lot of things that he cannot say and is not qualified to say, but he will remember Chief Zhenhua’s care and kindness towards him for the rest of his life!
After wiping the corners of his eyes and regaining his composure, Xue Xiang walked towards the big tile house.
Walking to the door, Xue Xiang suddenly stopped and stared at Hongyan in front of the door.
Speaking of which, the old leader is at the top of his game, but his family celebrates the New Year just like ordinary families, posting Spring Festival couplets and hanging New Year pictures.
The New Year pictures are nothing new. The left door is holding a whip, Wei Chigong, and the right door is holding a mace, Qin Shubao.
However, as soon as this Spring Festival couplet caught his eye, Xue Xiang had the urge to take it, stuff it into his arms, and take it back home.[
It turned out that Xue Xiang saw that it was the old chief's handwriting, the same as the two handwritings given to Xue Anyuan on his sixtieth birthday and Xue Laosan's wedding.
The first couplet means "New Year's Day"; the second line means "Changchun Festival"; it happens to be Xue Xiang's favorite Spring Festival couplets.
"Comrade, please go to the northeast and rest in Building 3!"
Xue Xiangzheng was fascinated when he heard a voice in his ears. When he looked up, he saw a fair middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit.
Xue Xiang, who has been to Meiyuan, naturally knows the rules of Meiyuan. The juniors who come with their elders can only rest in Building 3.
"Thank you!"
Xue Xiang handed two jars of soaked three peppers to the fair middle-aged man, then turned around and prepared to leave.
After saying this, Xue Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that for some reason, the longer he didn't see each other for a long time, the more afraid he became of these old men. He always didn't want to come today, but since Xue Anyuan told him, it would be impossible not to come.
But even if he came involuntarily, Xue Xiang didn't want to be noticed.
According to Xue Xiang's idea, the best result would be to go to the place, hand over the gift, and the cat would stand in the crowd for a while and then sneak away.
In this way, the etiquette is fulfilled, and he escapes unscathed. It can be called "the best of both worlds."
Who would have imagined that the current result is even better than the best-of-both-worlds approach, as there is no need to go in at all, and since he handed over this special gift, the old chief will naturally know that he has come.
In this way, his intention was fulfilled, and it couldn't be better.
"Is that Xue Xiang outside the door?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Xue Laosan took a step, Mr. An's familiar voice came from inside the house. Usually, he heard a numbingly familiar voice. But now, it sounded like thunder in Xue Xiang's ears, which exploded in his heart.
There is only one word left: inch!
"What, you are Xue Xiang?"
The fair-faced middle-aged man who spoke took hold of Xue Xiang's arm.
This fair middle-aged man is the life secretary of the old chief's new wife. Although he has never met Xue Xiang, he has heard of his name and knows the relationship between the Xue family and the old chief. Just now, he was serving several people in the house.
When the old comrades gathered for leisure, the old leaders were talking about this Xue Yanei.
For a moment, his heart was filled with bitterness, but now that he was discovered, Xue Xiang could only follow the fair middle-aged man through the door.
The main house of Meiyuan is still in its original condition, with a small yard, a vegetable garden, and flocks of chickens and ducks. At this moment, Xue Laosan was looking at the scenery in the garden. As he stepped through the gate, he could clearly see the people sitting in the hall.
Almost all of them were the ones he feared to see the most, but had to see.
In addition to the old leader An sitting in the main seat, comrades from the south were standing on the side. Old comrades such as Mr. An, Mr. Wu, Mr. Shi, Chief Geyang, old mother, Uncle Dou and other old comrades were all present one by one.[
In addition, there are also second-generation heroes from several families standing in the hall, including An Zaihai, Secretary of the Wuzhong Provincial Committee of the An family, Shi Guozhong, Secretary of the Jianghuai Provincial Committee of the Shi family, Wu Tiege, governor of East Zhejiang Province from the Wu family, and the old mother standing beside
Behind Xue Xiang was Comrade Fei Lun, whom he was quite familiar with although he had never met him.
When Xue Xiang saw these prominent figures, others also saw him. Even though Xue Laosan was worried about himself, he was also overwhelmed by the mountains of eyes at this moment, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
It turned out that the distance from the courtyard to the main room was only more than 20 meters, and Xue Laosan walked step by step for nearly half a minute.
Fortunately, before entering the door, he saw An Zaihai frowning at him. Xue Laosan finally came back to his senses. As soon as he stepped through the door, he hurriedly said New Year's greetings.
Hearing these dry New Year greetings, Mr. An was blowing his beard. He wished he could use the crutch in his hand to give Xue Xiang a few hard blows to open up his elm-headed head and figure out where this place was.
Speaking of which, it's not that Xue Laosan doesn't like big scenes. I remember when he first came to Meiyuan, he dared to tell a group of leaders about the king of the island country. At that time, he was high-spirited, free and easy.
Why is Xue Laosan today not as good as before? The root cause is not that Xue Laosan's identity has changed.
From a young man, he has become an official at a certain level within the republican system. As his official rank increases, his experience and knowledge have already undergone earth-shaking changes.
Speaking of which, Mr. Xue was also an official of the Republic in his previous life, but in fact, he was a clerk in the Party History Office where he was not even the immediate superior of a district, so he could hardly be considered a member of the officialdom.
But today's Xue Laosan is different from what he used to be. His horizons are widened. The more he knows, the more awe he will naturally have.
At this moment, I think about Xue Laosan, who was talking eloquently in this room back then. He is just afraid of the wise, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
"It's really Xue Xiang. Lange looked like a different person. Just now, I, Lange, saw you arriving at the door and ready to leave. What does this mean? This is the first time in my old man's life.
I saw your kid like this, wishing you a happy new year!"
After Xue Xiang finished his New Year's greetings and was standing aside in embarrassment, the owner of the room, the old chief, finally spoke.
Xue Xiang babbled and didn't know how to answer. He wouldn't say anything about so-and-so blocking the way. This was a stupid thing to say. It not only made the immortals and Buddhas present look down on him, but also offended the old chief's caring people to death.
"I think this guy has a guilty conscience!"
Mr. An stepped forward in time and relieved Xue Laosan's embarrassment.
The old leader laughed and said: "You have a guilty conscience? Why, what trouble did this monkey kid get into again?"
"Mr. Nan, haven't you heard recently that someone in our Fourth Nine City is marrying a princess?"
Mr. An continued with a smile, and then told the shocking news about Xue Xiang's marriage to Kang Guizhi years ago.
Mr. An was born in a wealthy family and was very talented. In just a few words, he vividly described the events of that day, especially the last gift of more than 100,000 yuan received.
Even though Xue Xiang knew that Mr. An was rescuing him from the siege and preparing a report for the absurdity of that day, he still broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the words "more than one hundred thousand".
Xue Laosan was waiting for the interface to be decomposed when he heard Mr. An say again: "Who would have thought that this kid had poor financial luck in his life, so he was intercepted by a group of people from the Red Cross!"
"It's a nonsense stage, it's a nonsense stage!"
As soon as Mr. An finished speaking, the old leader tapped the table and made his attitude clear, "I originally thought that you have been through the wind and rain outside these years and have seen the world. It's time to grow up. Lange knows that you are such a silly boy.
, you are still so noisy, I think so, you little monkey should come back and sit in the central government agency for a while, grinding it off, and then go down again when you have worn off all the edges and corners of your body!"