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Director You and the female general invited the Director Qi to sit down. Then, the Director You asked me, "Secretary Zhao, do you have anything else to reflect on?"

I was stunned for a moment before I replied, "I don't have a bureau chief."

You Meng moved closer to me and said goodbye to her parents. "Dad, mom, Zhao Long and I will be leaving first. Take care of your health."

You Meng and his parents were in a deadlock for a long time, but in the end, it was all a failure. After all, his parents' demands were not excessive, and it was within reason.

Only then, I would be alone.

I greeted all the leaders one by one, then rode the electric bicycle alone on the road back to the Head.

All along the way, I have been thinking, the appearance of the Director Qi seemed to be unreasonable, and it also didn't seem to be the right time. I always felt there was something in it, and it wasn't an ordinary thing.

Right now, it was a bit dark and a bit helpless, but it was mostly helplessness. You Meng and I came here full of confidence, but now we have returned with disappointment. Ignoring the half-hearted attitude of the Director You, just the appearance of the Director Qi gave me a sense of pressure. There was also the Director Qi's gaze at You Meng. Although it was covered up, but it was obviously filled with affection and gentleness. The Director You's family treated him with great respect, especially his mother. Her words and actions clearly showed the importance and concern they had for him. In this way, I feel that the relationship between You Meng and I has become complicated. If I'm not wrong, the Director Qi will be the biggest obstacle between us. It could even be said that these obstructions already existed on the Director You and You Meng's mother.

The mood was extremely depressing.

When we reached the red flag, You Meng called me.

Perhaps this was the greatest comfort.

You Meng asked on the other side of the phone, "Zhao Long, are you very disappointed today?"

I slapped the fatty's face, "I'm not disappointed. "I'm quite satisfied."

You Meng said: "Stop pretending, I know that you are feeling terrible inside. Don't worry, I'll have a good talk with my parents tonight. If they continue to treat us coldly, I'll seriously protest. In any case, I'm going to be dead set on you for the rest of my life! "

You Meng's mischievous words not only made me feel gratified, but also made my heart uneasy.

When would this relationship end?

I asked, "Why did Director Qi go to your house?"

You Meng said: "What, jealous? Rest assured, You Meng will always be Zhao Long's You Meng, and no one will be able to snatch him away. "

I finally smiled in relief. "I hope so. "It's just a four, I feel a little inferior to that number."

You Meng said: "So what if you have two sides? If I don't like it, it's not going to work no matter how big an officer is. If I like it, I'll marry a beggar. "

These words were awe-inspiring, as though they were challenging my will.

You Meng's call finally gave me some comfort in my heart, allowing me to find a bit of a balance. However, the more I felt, the more complicated this relationship seemed to be. After all, the fact that Director Qi likes You Meng isn't a secret in Secret Service. Director Qi is my leader, the dignified Chief of the Special Guard. And I am only one of his subordinates. What kind of ending would this open rivalry between him and me come to? And the Director You couple, could they also know what the Director Qi was thinking about You Meng? If that was the case, then this matter would become even more troublesome, because from what happened today, Director You and his wife seemed to hold this young senior colonel chief in high regard.

On the streets of the red flag, in an unknown video shop, Guo Fucheng's love song came: I don't know why, love is not my imagination. You just can't find your way, let alone forget. He stood in the rain with tears in his eyes, not knowing where to go. In his heart, he called out to you over and over, frantically searching for you. Should I go away quietly, or should I be brave enough to stay?

I don't know why, but after hearing this sad love song, a desolate feeling flitted across my heart.

I don't know what difficulties I will encounter on the road of love. In other words, my first love to Zhao Jie had already caused me too much harm. I no longer had enough confidence and courage to love.

In love, in emotion, I am not strong.

However, he felt that the road was still very long. Dawn and darkness would still alternate with each other.

He had been looking forward to arriving at his destination earlier.

Passing by the red flag's Hundred Million Merchant Shop, I found a familiar figure.

An old man on a battered bicycle, to be exact.

I know this old man, and I know him. He is a very controversial and legendary figure. Everyone was called Lao Suntou, their hometown was Anhui, it was said that he had visited Beijing over 20 years ago due to friction with government officials, but because of various reasons, he was stranded. He had visited the office countless of times, but in the end, he still couldn't solve the problem. Lao Suntou's heart was completely pacified. He had even built a small grass hut not far away from the west gate of our security area, relying on picking up trash for a living. Unknowingly, twenty years had already passed. In the end, it was one of the leaders of our unit who took pity on him and managed to bring his son and his family to Beijing, where he found them a relatively stable job. But now that Lao Suntou wasn't living with his children, it was said that his son wasn't really that filial … Of course, I have only heard about Lao Suntou's affairs, our Security personnel, especially the encampment guards' unit, as well as the security officers who have been checking up on him. We are rather familiar with him, and would often say a few words to him or help him in any way we can.

Actually, as our security area — — Yu Quanshan (alias), it is no longer a secret anymore. The residents around the security area knew that it was the place where the head of the central government worked, rested, and held meetings. The masses were not specially educated and would not keep this as a secret, so word had spread that quite a number of people already knew where the leaders of a country that was not yet public resided.

Meeting Lao Suntou here, I took the initiative to slow down my car, and asked him: "Master Sun, what are you doing here?"

Lao Suntou saw that it was me, and laughed: "It's Leader Zhao. I, I came out and bought a bottle of soy sauce. "

Looking at Lao Suntou's wrinkled face and his worn out clothes, as well as the bicycle that kept on making noises beneath his crotch, I felt a chill in my heart.

If it wasn't for personal experience, who would have thought that there would be some poor old men who couldn't even get enough food from the living quarters of the head of the central government?

Lao Suntou's skinny body struggled to pedal his shabby bicycle forward, causing me to feel heartache.

I stopped the car and said to Lao Suntou, "Grandpa Sun, how about this, you ride my bike back, and I'll ride your bike. There's a wind today, and it just so happens to be against the wind. "

Lao Suntou was overwhelmed by the favor, and shook his head: "No, Leader Zhao, I do not know how to ride that kind of bike."

I forcefully stopped him and explained the situation to him. Seeing that he could not reject, Lao Suntou accepted it.

I said to Old Man Sun: "When the time comes, I will leave your bicycle in the west gate's duty room. You can also bring my electric vehicle over."

Old Man Sun nodded with gratitude, he was so moved that he almost cried.

Just like this, Lao Suntou rode on my electric bicycle, and steadily drove ahead of me.

There would always be more or less gratification in doing good deeds.

However, I would never have thought that I would bring so much trouble upon myself because of this good deed of mine … Of course, that was something to be said later.

To be exact, Old Man Sun's old and broken bicycle was too difficult to 'drive', because it was old and all its parts had been degenerated. The rusted metal shell was still constantly emitting crackling sounds. I can only self-deprecatingly think: This car is really good, and it even has an MP3!

As I rode this antique bicycle into the security area, the security guards of Xi Men Yu stared at me strangely. After saluting with a smile, he asked, "Secretary Zhao, whose bicycle is this?"

I stopped the car at the parking spot and explained the situation to the sentry, telling him to find some time to send it over to Lao Suntou and take out my electric bicycle.

The sentry raised his big finger at me and praised, "Secretary Zhao, you really know how to learn Lei Feng."

I said: "It's not easy for Lao Suntou, my son doesn't really care about him, we can help him if we can."

The sentry nodded, "Don't worry Secretary Zhao, we will definitely learn from your good ways and push Lei Feng to the end."

I said smilingly, "Since when did your mouth become so slippery!"

The sentry chuckled and immediately straightened up.

Just as I was about to return to the Head, the sector captain of the gatekeeper team, Song Sichun, suddenly welcomed me with a smile.

Song Sichun was the sector captain of the second area team (Gatekeeper Area Team), and his rank was Captain. When I was a recruit, this Song District captain was already a first lieutenant. After four years of hard work, I am now on the same level as him. It was quite dramatic for a former leader to turn into an average official.

Song Sichun passed over a cigarette. I waved my hand and didn't receive it, and said: "What have you been busy with recently, Captain of the Song District?"

Song Sichun laughed: "I was busy with emergency training. It is said that the Bureau will check before May Day. As you know, the more festive it is, the busier we have to be. "

I nodded. "That's right." Be on high alert these days, and it's also the easiest time for problems to arise during festivals. "

Song Sichun said: "That is a must."

I took the opportunity to point out a few shortcomings of the doorman's work: "Right now, you doormen have a lot to improve on. "For example, the changing of the sentries is irregular, and they are perfunctory. There are even some sentries who play with weapons while on duty at night. I will have to trouble Captain Song to emphasize this more."

In fact, this kind of security management does not belong to my category, but every time I encounter these situations, I feel particularly uncomfortable. In accordance with the principle of making the various duty stations insufficiently improved, I often communicate with their security officers. Of course, there were also some cadres who thought that this was not my responsibility, but a deliberate provocation. There were all kinds of birds in the forest, even the Secret Service was no exception.

But I never cared. After all, my starting point was to make sure that the units did their job better.

Whether it was the guards, the personal guard, or the logistics staff, no mistake could be made.

Otherwise, it would result in irreparable consequences.