Chapter 1052

Qiao Bohua did not immediately answer, but tried to contact Zhu Weiquan himself, and found that he could not be contacted at all.

Call Guo'an's liaison office in Tai'an again and ask about the recent work progress. The opposite answer is that everything is OK!

At this point, Qiao Bohua can't believe Wang Yong's words.

"In this way, you first go to DAAO to rescue Zhu Weiquan. If the rescue goes well, then everything will be easy to say; If it fails, or if Zhu Weiquan has an accident, Zhu Weiquan's task and position will be transferred to you, and you will be fully responsible for the affairs of Tai o. Be careful. I'll wait for your news Howard road.

"Good!" Wang Yong hung up and began to pack.

Just looking left and right, it seems that there is nothing to bring.

Just go out empty handed and rush to the airport.

Before he arrived at the airport, Guo'an had already sent a message. Once all the procedures had been completed, even the location of Zhu Weiquan's public phone was found out.

Wang Yong marked the location on the mobile phone map, which is a sidewalk near the sea in longzhaojiao.

There are not many buildings in that area, so it should be easy to find the location where Zhu Weiquan was detained.

The only worry is that the other party will transfer Zhu Weiquan, which is a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After waiting for an hour, Wang Yong boarded the night flight to Da'ao and flew to Da'ao through the night sky.

At this time, the air in Yanjing is a little sultry. Many people can't sleep because of the heat. They just sit in the shade of trees to enjoy the cool.

And even if Du Ruhui turns on the air conditioner, he can't suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He sat in front of his desk, silent for a long time. On a piece of paper in front of him, he wrote down several "dead" words, and then scratched them one by one. It was quite shocking.

When people don't really face death, they can always treat it calmly; But once the real encounter of death, suddenly will be a mess.

This is the case with Du Ruhui.

He thought that he could deal with the coming fate in a normal way, but he felt that death was approaching, and still could not restrain his fear.

He is nostalgic, nostalgia for all the beauty of life, even the trees and plants outside the window, a wind and a dew, let him have a kind of intoxication never had.

That feeling is life.

Hiss, the pen is so powerful that Du Ru will write down the word "Sheng" heavily.

The next second, suddenly a burst of despair, throw away the pen, hands grasp the hair, a burst of tear.

The wisps of hair were torn off by him, and the little top of his head was even more bare.

DURU would gasp violently, like a wounded beast, with a strong ferocious color in his eyes.

He suddenly understood those crazy thugs. When he knew that he was going to die, was that the same mood? Even he, who claims to see through life and death, has a violent tendency at the moment!

Click!

At this time, the sky suddenly lit up a purple lightning, spread half the sky, like a dragon and snake occupying the void.

Thunder then arrived, rumbling from the horizon rolling, with a strong sound into the window, into Du Ruhui's ears.

Du Ruhui fiercely hit a spirit, instantly wake up.

The ferocious color in his eyes slowly receded, replaced by two clear eyes.

"If you cover Lei Zhen, a gentleman will save himself with fear. Is this God warning me? " Du Ru would look out of the window and murmur to himself.

A moment later, he grabs his pen again, brushes it, and writes a line of poetry on a page.

"Seventy is still planting trees. Don't laugh at others. Although there has been death in ancient times, the good thing is that there is no prophet. "

This is a poem by Yuan Mei, a poet of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, Yuan Mei planted a tree at the age of 70. Others laughed that he was still planting trees at his age. It was unknown whether he could see the trees grow up. Yuan Mei wrote this poem in response.

It means that the unpredictable life is the happy one. The life that knows which year and which month you die is the most terrible.

Duruhui is now clearly in the latter category.

This evening, the doctor called to tell him that the latest physical examination results have come out, and the cancer cells in his body began to spread. I'm afraid he won't live for more than a month.

This is also the reason why Du Ruhui is out of control tonight.

I know that my life is not long. The process of waiting for death is enough to make people crazy.

But Du Ruhui's eyes were fixed on the five words of "Seventy still planted trees", and gradually a light came on.

"When Yuan Mei was 70 years old, he planted a tree. Even if he didn't see it grow up, it left a shade for later generations. What about me? What tree can I plant for future generations? How to win the National Book Award? It doesn't seem to have much to do with me. If it wasn't for Wang Yong's bad luck, I'm afraid the classic of Chinese studies would have been eliminated in the group ranking. Well, I still can't do anything to leave the last trace of goodwill for the world. "

Du Ruhui murmured and followed the devil.

Boom, crash!

There was another thunder, and the heavy rain fell suddenly. In the cool people with a small Maza, like crazy to rush home. The sultry weather becomes cool in a twinkling of an eye. A stream of rain air mixed with the smell of soil is sent into the window gap by the wind, which is totally different from the air conditioning.

As the raindrops beat on the window, Du Ruhui was sitting in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard quickly.

The crackling sound reverberated in the open study, and every word that the cursor jumped appeared seemed to have a special power, which made Du Ruhui's decaying body like a reflection.

After more than two hours, Du Ruhui finally finished typing with a smile.

"That should be all right?" Du Ruhui would go over the nearly ten thousand words he had typed, and he said.

Then gently move the mouse to divide the 10000 words into several sections and send them out respectively.

Didi Didi, there are five more new posts on Du Ruhui's microblog.

It's just that Du Ruhui didn't have a large number of followers, not to mention staying under the microblog day and night to pay attention to the iron powder of his new news.

No one responded to the blog for more than 20 minutes.

This makes Du Ruhui a little disappointed.

Is it so hard to do a good deed?

At this time, Du Ruhui's phone suddenly rang.

It was an old friend of Du Ruhui.

As soon as he got through, he asked in a surprised tone: "old Du, are you crazy? What do you post this kind of blog map for? "

Du Ru will be quite calm to answer a way: "figure conscience."

The opposite heard Du Ruhui's reply, a delay. As an old friend, of course, he knows that Du Ruhui's illness is now, and his words are good when he is about to die. It seems understandable that Du Ruhui will make such a move before he dies.

It's just... It's a little bold, isn't it? This will cause an earthquake in the whole academic circle!

"Well, old Du, I don't know what to say. You don't think you're doing this, in case it doesn't work. What kind of discrimination will happen to the students you have brought with you? "

Du Ruhui's eyes were fixed and said, "I didn't think about it. Because he won't lose at all

"He? Who is it? "

"A man you will eventually see his rise, but I certainly can't see it." Du Ruhui finished and hung up.

In this moment, there are several more replies under Du Ruhui's microblog.

But without exception, they are all asking: really? You're not making a rumor, are you?

Du Ruhui will solemnly reply to every inquiry: personality guarantee, no empty words.

"I don't believe it. Forget it. It's none of our business. I went to bed

A few people just eat melon, ask out of gossip nature, and then go to bed.

For the dissemination of this blog, it has no effect at all.

DURU will sigh, ready to turn off the computer.

He has tried his best. If God is on the other side, he has nothing to do.

Just when Du Ruhui mouse clicks on the top right corner of the page and just wants to cross off the microblog page, he suddenly sees a flash of microblog, but his blog has been forwarded!

Look at the person who forwarded it again, Du Ru can't help feeling hot.

It was the old friend who called him just now.

Moreover, the old friend not only forwarded it, but also many of his disciples.

Although Du Ruhui, an old friend, is also a member of the academic circle, he is different from other scholars in narrow communication. He is engaged in cultural research in the field of film and has taught countless star disciples.

There are many big stars who have attended his performance culture class, but in terms of communication, it can be called extensive.

As soon as he made a move, he immediately let Du Ruhui understand what influence is.

Several stars didn't sleep at this time. They were immediately shocked and left messages under Du Ruhui's microblog one after another.

"What's wrong with Mr. Du? Is this post true? "

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's easy for you to offend people like this. "

"Mr. Du, you are our teacher's good friend. As long as you dare to guarantee the authenticity of microblog, we are willing to help you spread it..."

In the face of several stars' inquiries, Du Ruhui will reply to the melon eaters and type "personality guarantee, no empty words" on the keyboard.

After that, it seems that I don't feel convincing enough.

I am legally responsible for the above remarks. If the parties think that I have caused damage to their reputation, they can bring a lawsuit against me. If Du Ruhui changes his name, this surname will not exist.

This is a very serious statement. Not only to bear the legal responsibility, but also blocked the Du family ancestors.

The stars who asked for the truth immediately understood that I'm afraid this blog post, which is enough to cause a big earthquake in the academic circle, is true.

The next second, all the stars start forwarding.

Although no one expressed support for Du Ruhui when forwarding, forwarding alone is already a great friendship.

With the number of fans of these stars, they can immediately set off an uproar on Weibo.

Xue Jie, who also didn't sleep at this point, happened to see the microblog forwarded by a star friend.

After reading carefully, he said in amazement: "is there such a thing? The original academic circle of intrigue, intrigue is no less than our entertainment circle ah! No wonder Mr. Wang has been discredited and scolded for his country some time ago, but there is such a group of people playing tricks! Zhou Daoli, Li Zhengyi and Yi Wenzhong are all famous figures in the academic circle. They are so jealous behind their good looks

With that, Xue Jie forwarded the microblog without hesitation.

There is also a comment: every dog slaughtering generation is loyal, and most people who are ungrateful are scholars. I didn't believe this before, but now I have to believe it. Fortunately, another group of scholars are maintaining a little conscience and pride for this group. With them, China will never die@ Wang Yong, @ Du Ruhui.