The Spring Festival has finally arrived amidst the longing and anticipation of countless people. (Search "" on Baidu to view the latest updates of this book)
Yang Xueguang got up early in the morning, ran a few laps in the community, exercised a little, and then went back to the room to practice boxing. He didn't give up until his clothes were soaked with sweat and took a cold shower.
I feel refreshed and refreshed.
When she came to the living room, she saw her sister Yang Yafang already sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. As soon as she saw Yang Xueguang coming out, the little girl immediately shouted: "Mom, it's time to eat, I'm hungry!"
"Okay, okay, let's eat right away!"
Zheng Xiumei's voice floated out from the kitchen far away, and Yang Mingyuan walked in with two bowls of rice noodles in his hand: "Here it is, it's time to eat!"
The family had breakfast, and Yang Mingyuan and his wife started busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. Yang Xueguang wanted to help, but they kicked him out, so he had to retreat and took his sister downstairs to play.
Although Yang Mingyuan's family has not been here long, the little girl Yang Yafang seems to know a lot of people and greets them obediently.
Yang Xueguang sat on a wooden bench and watched his sister having fun on the side. He lit a cigarette and took a puff. After thinking for a moment, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Yang Xiuying's number.
The phone rang for a moment and was quickly connected. A slightly trembling voice came from the phone: "Hello, Xiaoguang?".
Listening to this familiar voice, the heartstrings in Yang Xueguang's heart were shaken: "Sister, how are you doing recently? Is the baby about to be born?"
"Fortunately, I don't have to go to work now. I just take a walk at home after dinner every day. It's so boring! By the way, you are now the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee. Sister, haven't you congratulated you yet?"
Yang Xiuying's voice revealed a strong sense of motherhood: "I haven't called my sister for so long. Have I forgotten my sister?"
"Sister, I will never forget you in this life!" Yang Xueguang said softly, thinking of the charming woman who cared about his every move and valued his future far more than her own, a tenderness suddenly filled her heart.
"Xiaoguang, I miss you too!" There seemed to be a soft sob coming from the other side of the phone, and a moment later Yang Xiuying's voice came over again: "But I don't dare to call you, for fear of disturbing your life.
It will bring bad influence to you!"
Yang Xueguang was stunned and wanted to say a few words to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything. He could only say softly into the phone: "Sister, I miss you often too!"
"If you can remember my sister, I will be satisfied for the rest of my life!"
Yang Xueguang's heart moved: "Sister, I will let you meet my mother someday. You are my god-sister. My mother also wants to meet you?"
This is not false. Yang Xueguang once mentioned to his family that he would recognize Yang Xiuying as his sister. At that time, Zheng Xiumei also asked Yang Xueguang to invite Yang Xiuying to her house for dinner.\\9vk.First release\\
The phone went silent. After a while, Yang Xiuying was heard saying again: "Xiaoguang, forget it, I don't want to interfere with your peaceful life. Really, as long as you can remember me in your heart, I will be satisfied!"
Yang Xueguang sighed in his heart, sister, can you completely disappear from my life? It's impossible, never possible!
"Sister, it's settled. I'll arrange the time. The baby is about to be born anyway, so you need to move around more!"
Feeling Yang Xueguang's domineering manliness, there was silence for a moment on the phone, and a small voice came over: "Okay, you are my man, you make arrangements!"
"Okay, your brother-in-law is coming back soon, I'm hanging up!"
Yang Xueguang hung up the phone, feeling the pleasure of having an affair in his heart. He turned around and looked around, only to see a few old people chatting in the distance, pointing towards him, holding the phone and smiling at them...
After smoking out a cigarette, Yang Xueguang threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. He turned around and saw several old people walking over. An old man with white hair looked at Yang Xueguang in public: "Young man, are you Secretary Yang? There are many words."
"Secretary Yang?" Yang Xueguang was stunned, but he heard the old man continue: "Is Avon your sister, are you a boy from the Yang Mingyuan family?"
Yang Xueguang nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it out to several old people: "Well, I am Avon's brother, and my father is Yang Mingyuan, but you are wrong, old man, I am not Secretary Yang!"
"That's right. You are not the secretary of our Qishan. You are the secretary of the political and legal committee of Gongdao County, the director of public security, or the deputy county magistrate. Who in Qishan doesn't know about it now!"
The old man chuckled and looked back at the other old men: "No, ask them if what I said is true?"
"It's true, it's true!"
"It's you, a kid. You are a member of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee at the age of twenty-five. This has never happened before in our history in Qishan. I estimate that even Linzhou City can count them on one hand!
"
"Old man, you've done me a favor, I'm just lucky!"
Yang Xueguang laughed, but felt something strange in his heart. As for why he felt this way, he couldn't tell the reason for a while.
As night gradually fell, the elderly took their children home one after another, and the two brothers and sisters Yang Xueguang also returned home.
Yang Mingyuan and his wife had been busy all day, and the New Year's Eve dinner was very rich. It was the most sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner in so many years. The family's economic conditions were getting better and better, which made Yang Xueguang feel very happy.
Yang Mingyuan and his son had a good meal at the New Year's Eve dinner. While drinking, the two father and son chatted about official affairs and Yang Mingyuan's business. Today, Yang Mingyuan has been reborn and understands some official affairs.
Yang Xueguang also told Yang Mingyuan to abide by laws and regulations when doing business.
"Brother, let's watch the Spring Festival Gala!"
Yang Yafang stood on the sofa, jumping and waving to Yang Xueguang.
After watching the Spring Festival Gala with her parents for a while, Yang Xueguang's cell phone rang in the bedroom. Yang Yafang jumped up and went to help Yang Xueguang get the cell phone.
Yang Xueguang took the phone and saw that it was Su Jingyi's phone number. He answered the call and walked to the balcony: "Hey, Jingyi, Happy New Year!"
"Yang Xueguang, your New Year's greetings are too early. It's not even midnight yet?" Su Jingyi's giggle came from the microphone, and she was obviously in a good mood.
"I'm afraid you'll fall asleep after midnight, and you might even complain if I call you to say New Year's greetings!"
"Xue Guang, it's like this. I reported to my dad what you told me last time. I want to go to your palace after the Spring Festival to have a look! By the way, my dad said he wants to meet you.
one side!"
"Uncle wants to see me?" Yang Xueguang was slightly startled, intuitively feeling that Su Yizheng's decision should have nothing to do with investment. So what does Su Yizheng, a business tycoon, want to do?
"I told him too. What's there to see? You're not just the same person with one nose and one mouth!"
"Okay, no problem. If uncle comes to Linzhou, he can do it at any time!" Yang Xueguang laughed: "If uncle doesn't have time, I may go to Shudu in a few days. I can make an appointment then!"
"Then Shudu!" Su Jingyi immediately replied: "Call me before you leave!"
"Okay, then it's settled!"
Yang Xueguang smiled: "Jingyi, Happy New Year!"
"Xueguang, Happy New Year!"
Yang Xueguang hung up the phone, and doubts arose in his mind. What did Su Yizheng want to do? Could it be that he really wanted to move the headquarters of Yizheng Group to Western Sichuan? Even so, Su Yizheng should contact anyone from the Western Sichuan Provincial Committee.
Leaders, I believe each of them will be extremely happy!….
The phone rang again. Yang Xueguang picked up the phone and saw that the time was past midnight. It was an unfamiliar number. When he answered the call, a loud voice came from the phone: "Bureau Yang, this is Liu Jiachen. I wish you a happy new year."
,step up!"
"Thank you, Jiachen, and I wish you and your family happiness and a happy new year!"
As soon as the call was answered, the cell phone rang non-stop, and all of Gong Dao's subordinates chose to call after twelve o'clock to say New Year greetings.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going out!"
When Yang Xueguang returned to the living room, his sister Yang Yafang had already gone to bed. He saw his parents dozing off and watching TV.
"Oh, Guang'er, it's cold outside, put on some clothes before going out!"
Zheng Xiumei warned, Yang Xueguang got up, walked into the room, took a windbreaker, put it on himself and walked out of the house.
Beijing, Beijing.
Xu Yanrou put down the bag in her hand dejectedly, walked to the sofa and sat down. She felt a sense of fatigue coming from her bones.
"Xiaorou, you're tired, come here, let me squeeze your shoulders!"
Yang Tianhong put his hands on Xu Yanrou's shoulders and gently squeezed her shoulders: "Xiaorou, I have worked hard for you for so many years!"
Xu Yanrou tilted her head, reached out and patted the back of Yang Tianhong's hand to express that she was fine, and suddenly sighed softly: "Tianhong, when can Guang'er celebrate the New Year with us?"
"Take your time, I think it's almost done. The old man told me about Guang'er today. This kid is really much better than I was when I was young!"
"It's rare for the old man to praise someone so much over the years!"
"Yes, how much worse can my son, Xu Yanrou, be?"
Xu Yanrou puffed up her chest proudly and pointed at her temples: "Press your temples for me. Is this girl Yaoyao really going crazy with her friends tonight? That's a lot of words."
"Xiaorou, don't worry, our Yaoyao is smart and has a sense of proportion. Besides, they are all children from Beijing, so there is nothing to worry about!"
Xu Yanrou nodded slowly: "Hey, it would be great if Guang'er was by my side. This child hasn't been around all these years, which has been a pain for me!"
Daxing Community in Xicheng District, Qishan County.
Yang Xueguang went downstairs and was greeted by a gust of cold wind. He tightened his tight clothes, threw away the cigarettes on hand, opened the car door and got in.
The car slowly left the community and came to a remote street. He found a public phone booth, parked the car on the side of the road, took out an IC card and called there.
She took out her cell phone and looked up her mother Xu Yanrou's cell phone number, then pressed the numbers one by one on the IC card machine.
The phone was quickly connected, and a nervous voice came from the receiver: "Hello?"