V6.Chapter 344

The sea of hidden dragon is in the morning, and everything is quiet.

When the vehicle passed the first pass of yinlonghai, snowflakes fell over Youzhou again.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

When the vehicles officially enter the gate of yinlonghai, the cleaned main road has left a light layer of white.

The head began to ache again.

Chen Fangqing rubbed his forehead hard, and his body trembled.

He has been suffering from headache for several years. The most advice given by his personal doctor is to let him have more rest, pay attention to his diet and lifestyle, and smoke less. However, in his position, he can't do anything that seems reasonable and ordinary. With the recent heavy workload, he began to take painkillers, But the pain continued to strengthen, it seems that even painkillers have lost their effect.

"Stop the car."

Chen Fangqing gave orders in a low voice.

The black red flag stopped on the snowy main road of Yinlong sea.

Chen Fangqing opened the door.

The cold wind came in, and his headache eased slightly and he felt much better.

"Xiao Gao, it's hard tonight."

Chen Fangqing looked at the driver: "go back, I'll walk around outside and wake up."

His voice was a little weak.

Lao Gao, the driver, gave him a worried look.

Chen Fangqing got out of the car and waved to Lao Gao again. He insisted.

Lao Gao nodded. He didn't say anything more. Red flag was leisurely, farther and farther away from Chen Fangqing.

The endless cold, accompanied by the chaos of snow, completely surrounded Chen Fangqing.

It's very late in the morning in Youzhou in winter. With the car leaving, Chen Fangqing is left with cold street lights and flying snow.

He stood in the faint light for a long time, and then walked slowly on the snow, looking bleak and lonely.

Chen Fangqing is aimless.

After chatting with Wu Zhengmin for nearly a night, Chen Fangqing talked a lot about the macro direction and the subtle regulation and control. He knew everything about all the fields in Zhongzhou. All the fields he was thinking about were the fields that need to be changed in Zhongzhou. In other words, some of those things will come into use soon after they are handed over to Wu Zhengmin.

There are several new policies that need to be carried out urgently.

However, before the general election, the situation was chaotic and Chen Fangqing was in a very passive position, so Chen had to come down.

Now all those things have been handed over to Wu Zhengmin. I believe Wu Zhengmin will be able to use them soon. His position is basically fixed. There is not too much competitive pressure. Naturally, no one will deliberately fight against him. There is no need to wait until the general election. At the next cabinet meeting, it is very likely that he will pass the proposal.

When those policies really worked, Chen Fangqing estimated that they had been deliberately forgotten, and those things naturally became Wu Zhengmin's resources and achievements, and then became his reputation.

And this reputation, originally he was going to give Hua Zhengyang to help him, but now

Chen Fangqing shook her head.

His heart seemed really relaxed.

Cold wind whistling around, headache relief speed is not fast.

All the burdens were completely relieved overnight, and he began to face his own ending and his own life and death with a very calm attitude.

Really, there's nothing more to do on your own.

He told himself that with great certainty.

In the last few years of his political life, he mobilized countless resources and paid most of the chips to do something for Zhongzhou again, but he failed miserably.

Not willing to be confused, disappointed, angry or even scared.

But it's a foregone conclusion.

He has handed over all his plans for the future of Zhongzhou, which is his last political wealth.

The future coordination between the academy and the Prince Group is mainly done by Guo Wentian. The only thing he needs to do is to find a suitable opportunity to express his attitude in the next few days.

It's better to just express than silence, but not so much.

not essential.

Next, he retired early.

Retire, then wait for the eastern palace's butcher's knife, and then die.

Chen Fangqing walked silently in the dark sea of hidden dragon, bathed in the wind and snow.

It is called yinlonghai, but the so-called Yinhai and Longhai are just a lake. The lake water has frozen in the winter of Youzhou and is covered with snow, soft like a piece of snow-white silk.

Most of the trees around the lake have withered, the dry branches are swaying in the wind and snow, and the still lush pines and cypresses are covered with snow, which seems a little distorted.

Chen Fangqing walked almost all over the Yinlong sea along the lakeshore.

Council room, conference room, jinqiuyuan, winter Pavilion, ziguangtai

Ten years, exactly 15 years, every inch of land here has his memory.

Chen Fangqing walks very slowly. It seems that he is carefully measuring the power center of Zhongzhou. His steps creak in the thicker and thicker snow. His eyes are very calm, with a touch of light but very dignified affection.

The footprints on the shore of the lake end up together.

The sky in Youzhou is still dark.

The cold light is shining, and the world is silent.

Chen Fangqing's figure walks into the small restaurant which is open 24 hours in yinlonghai.

His face became pale because he had been walking outside for a long time. Sitting in a chair, he trembled slightly. It took three or four minutes to dispel the chill.

"Good morning, Prime Minister."

The young staff trotted over with great respect and said with a smile, "what would you like to eat? Or the same? "

Chen Fangqing said with a smile: "more."

"The prime minister is hungry. Just a moment, please

The staff nodded with a smile and went backstage.

In the face of the Prime Minister of Zhongzhou, he is obviously not very formal. In fact, he has always been very gentle outside of work. Among all the directors of Zhongzhou, Chen Fangqing or people in Chen Fangqing's office come and order in person at midnight, The night shift staff in the restaurant are probably the small group most familiar with him besides the secretary.

Bean curd and fried dough sticks were quickly served.

Facing the breakfast that he had not been tired of for many years, I don't know why, Chen Fangqing suddenly felt that the meal was very sweet. His headache seemed to be completely relieved when he ate. Maybe the painkillers played a role. Chen Fangqing had a good appetite. He drank two bowls of bean curd and ate three fried dough sticks. Then he stood up contentedly, The leftover fried dough sticks were wrapped in paper bags, and they planned to deal with them casually after getting up at noon.

After saying hello to the staff, Chen Fangqing slowly walked out of the restaurant with the fried dough sticks in the paper bag.

More and more snow quickly submerged Chen Fangqing's figure.

In the vast view of yinlonghai, the lights are cold, the wind and snow are all over the sky, and the figures are staggering.

After seeing off Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai, Li Huacheng, who stayed up all night, stood in front of his window and quietly looked at the extremely fuzzy figure in the snow.

There is no light on in the warm room.

His body was motionless, like a statue standing in front of a window.

The room was quiet.

Until Li Huacheng took the initiative to break the silence.

"The last time I saw a similar figure was more than 20 years ago. It was also in this place. It was also a snowstorm and early morning."

Li Huacheng said suddenly.

"Twenty years ago?"

Li Huacheng is surrounded by a man who looks less than 40 years old and is between young and middle-aged.

His appearance was blurred in the dark, but his posture was extremely upright.

He was also looking at the figure, and then quickly looked at Li Huacheng, said with a smile: "Dad, more than 20 years ago, you were still in Liaodong?"

Li Huacheng also smiles and looks at his son.

His son's name is Li Xiuqi. He is not in politics, but a major general in the Zhongzhou Navy. He seldom has a holiday on weekdays. Not long after Li Tianlan left, he returned to yinlonghai. The father and son chatted all night and just saw Chen Fangqing at this time.

"Maybe it's a coincidence."

Li Huacheng whispered: "more than 20 years ago, I was the executive vice governor of Liaodong. At that time, I was meeting in Youzhou. Chen was very interested in some of my views. He left me for a night to talk in yinlonghai. About this time, I saw the picture of Li leaving yinlonghai in the blue and white hall. I still remember Chen Xiang bowing deeply to Li's back, Then he told me that an era is over. "

Li Xiuqi was dazed.

He knows who his father said Chen Xiang was. Although the old man came from the southeast group, to some extent, he was kind to Li Huacheng. Before Chen Xiang died of illness, Li Huacheng would visit him every Spring Festival, even after he became president.

And Mr. Li

It's probably Li Honghe, the God of war of China more than 20 years ago.

"15 years, from vice president to President, 15 years, I saw off a lot of people, saw a lot of back, lonely, reluctant, regretful, guilty, relaxed..."

Li Huacheng shook his head: "but the most profound memory is the back of old Li, the unprecedented unexpected failure, the end of the road, the end of the mountain and the end of the river. He left some regret, but still with the free and easy to put everything down."

His eyes with obvious memories of the light: "that kind of back, I want to call it wisdom."

Li Huacheng laughed at himself: "originally I thought I couldn't see it, but today..."

Chen Fangqing's back is more and more blurred in the snow.

"See again..."

Li Huacheng murmured to himself.

Li Xiuqi hesitated and whispered: "I heard that the prime minister had the opportunity to join the southeast group. Even Mr. Li met the prime minister himself. If..."

"How can there be so many ifs?"

Li Huacheng shook his head slightly: "he and Wu Zhengmin... Live up to Qinzhou."

That sounds like half a sentence.

But that's the whole story.

Because the last half of the sentence, there is no need to go on.

Chen Fangqing's back completely disappeared in the sight.

Li Huacheng looked at his watch, went to his desk, picked up the phone and dialed Hua Zhengyang's number.

Waiting for the phone to connect, he once again looked out of the window sweeping the world of snow, whispered: "it's all over."