Excellent little farmer

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Yuan opened the door and walked out. She was wearing a light pink nightgown and a plain towel wrapped around her head. After bathing, her skin was as white and tender as milk, as if it could be broken by a blow, and There was a faint blush on that cold face. I looked up, moved my index finger slightly, and wrote the four words "crispy, soft, fragrant, and smooth" on the sofa.

Zhou Yuan slowly walked over, sat on the chair opposite, and said calmly: "It's so late, why don't you go back and rest?"

I smiled slightly, handed over the manuscript I brought, and said softly: "Teacher Zhou, I just rushed a manuscript, please help polish it."

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, reached out to take the manuscript, looked down at it, and after a long while, she threw the manuscript on the coffee table and said coldly: "That's it, no need to modify it."

I'm! "Mr. Zhou, please keep this posture and don't move. I suddenly got inspiration and wanted to draw a sketch."

Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, then raised her hand to brush the bun beside her ears, twisted her waist, turned her pretty face to one side, and said softly: "Hurry up then, I'm a little tired."

I nodded, put the paper away, took the pencil, measured it in front of my eyes, put it down, stood up from the sofa, walked slowly behind Zhou Yuan, reached out and took off the towel on her head. , in an instant, a head of wet hair hung down like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders.

Zhou Yuan's delicate body trembled and she said hesitantly: "You..."

I stretched out my hands, gently touched her shoulders, and whispered, "Don't be nervous, you'll be fine soon."

Zhou Yuan stood up quickly, walked to the sofa opposite, turned around and sat down, picked up the manuscript from the coffee table, handed it over, and said coldly: "Okay, I'm tired. You should go back and rest early."

I nodded helplessly, took the manuscript, and said with a smile: "Okay, Teacher Zhou, you can rest first and paint again another day."

Zhou Yuan held her chin in her hands and stared blankly at the table. It wasn't until she heard the slight sound of the door closing in her ears that she breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the piano, pulled up a chair and sat down, stroking the keyboard thoughtfully. , the white fingers moved gently, and the sad and soothing melody spread instantly, blending into the silent night.

I stood outside the door, holding a cigarette in my hand, listening quietly. He had heard this piece before, it was "Tears" by Tears, a very famous piano piece. Although there was a door across the room, I still heard it. It feels like the keys of the piano are hitting my heart, and each note is interpreting an indescribable emotion.

Perhaps, because the performer was Zhou Yuan, I quickly entered a subtle state. I was intoxicated with the music and forgot everything around me. Until the last button fell, he seemed to hear the withering rose petals. The sound, this strange hallucination, made him sigh.

After returning to the room, I sat at the desk, touched the paper and pen, and started drawing with concentration. Half an hour later, he put down the pencil, picked up the drawing paper, and carefully blew away the lead powder on it, only to see the drawing. In the rose garden, there stood a delicate and lazy beauty.

Looking carefully, the charming beauty's facial features were exactly the same as those of Zhou Yuan. She had not painted for a long time, but she could still draw such a similar look. He couldn't help but feel a little secretly proud. He smiled slightly, put down the drawing paper, and stretched out his hand with satisfaction. I was lazy, raised my wrist and looked at my watch. Seeing that it was still early, I took out the "History of the Palace of the Qing Dynasty" again, sat by the bed, and started studying it tirelessly.

It wasn't until early in the morning that I closed the book, threw it aside, pulled up the quilt, reached out to turn off the wall lamp, and put my hands behind my head. The sad piano music seemed to be playing in my ears again, and Zhou Yuan's figure was also in front of me. Dangling here and there, lingering, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it any longer and fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, after washing up, I walked out of the room and went to the door across from me. I squatted down and pretended to tie my shoelaces. When no one noticed, I took the drawing paper out of my sleeves, unfolded it, and threw it along the crack of the door. He went in, coughed, clapped his hands, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

In the next two days, there was no movement from Minjiang Heavy Machinery, and the Fourth Supervision Office was secretly investigating the leaders of the heavy machine factory. At this moment, I didn’t want to rush there in large numbers, lest those people would notice it and bring trouble to the investigation of the case. to adversely affect.

I had a phone call with Jiao Nanting from the Provincial Department of Finance and mentioned the funding issue. Jiao Nanting was very supportive and asked Minjiang to seize the time to type up the report and strive to have the funds in place before the end of the month.

Although the funds were secured, I did not feel relaxed. I began to think about the issue of employee placement again. This matter was also extremely difficult. According to his original idea, the three thousand employees of the heavy machinery factory should be able to stabilize the main business of one thousand people. , 1,000 people are employed in the development of tertiary industry and 1,000 people are exported in labor services. '

But Liang Guizhi had little success. After some contact, she only found more than 100 positions, and there were still more than 800 people who could not be arranged. The labor market in Minjiang City is not big and it will definitely not be able to absorb such a large number of new labor forces. , if the remaining employees cannot be properly accommodated, they will all flow into the society, which is obviously a serious factor of instability.

Moreover, if you want these employees to withdraw from the heavy machinery factory smoothly, it is best to make arrangements in advance to achieve job docking and smooth transition. Only by doing the work to the smallest detail can the emotional stability of the employees be ensured, otherwise there will inevitably be a fuss. There was an uproar in the market, but the industry in Minjiang City was too far behind, especially the lack of labor-intensive enterprises. I racked my brains, but for a while, I couldn't come up with a good solution.

On Friday afternoon, after get off work, I returned to the hotel, had dinner in a gloomy mood, and then went back to the room alone. I lay on the sofa and thought hard. When I was scratching my head, there was a knock on the door. I got off the ground, walked to the door, and opened the door. At the door of the room, Yu Hantao, whom he had not seen for a long time, appeared in front of him. He was wearing beige casual clothes, with a small crew cut, and his face looked very good, with a glowing face.

I rushed over and greeted with a smile: "Secretary Yu, are you here?"

Yu Hantao laughed, gave me a bear hug, then pulled himself into the next room, sat down on the sofa, and joked softly: "Sister Liang, you are really anxious. She keeps calling me recently, asking me to come over." , I really couldn’t shirk it, so I had to bite the bullet and come here. I had no choice but to hand over public food to the organization on a regular basis.”

Liang Guizhi blushed a little, pointed at him with her finger, and said in embarrassment: "You are such an idiot, you are really shameless. Don't talk nonsense. Who asked you to come?"

Yu Hantao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Look, she is a woman. No matter how old she is, her face is still thin. She summoned me here with ten gold medals, but she refused to admit it."

I also laughed and turned my head and glanced at the bed. Although I didn't find any clues, I still said deliberately: "No wonder, I felt the wall shaking so much just now. I thought there was an earthquake. It turns out it's your side." There is a situation.”

After hearing this, Yu Hantao waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "It might really be an earthquake. I have been driving for a long time and my back has been sore. How can I be so energetic?"

Liang Guizhi brewed two cups of tea and put them on the coffee table. She also joked: "It's useless even if you have energy. Not to mention the wall, even the bed can't shake. Our old Yu only knows how to grind ink and can't." Even if you swipe a brush, you can't write hearty calligraphy even if it's full of ink."

When I heard her interesting metaphor, I couldn't help laughing so hard that I was so happy that I couldn't breathe for a while. I forgot all about the troubles of the past two days.

Yu Hantao also smiled and said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Secretary Ye, please pay more attention here and be sure to supervise me, lest you, Sister Liang, get too restless and find someone to practice calligraphy with."

I chuckled, nodded repeatedly and said, "Secretary Yu, just relax. I'm here to help protect the flowers. Sister Liang's red apricot branch is safe. It will definitely not get out of the wall."

Liang Guizhi pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at Yu Hantao, frowned and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, you can just sleep on the sofa at night."

Yu Hantao smiled and nodded, and whispered: "See, a cooked duck has a tough mouth."

I picked up the cup, took a sip of the tea, and said with a smile, "Secretary Yu, what's the arrangement? How about we have a few drinks tonight?"

Yu Hantao waved his hand, shook his head and said: "It's better to skip it. Aren't we going to Jiangxin Island for fishing tomorrow? Let's have a good rest tonight."

I looked at him, then at Liang Guizhi, laughed heartily again, and said with understanding: "Yes! I'm afraid I won't be able to write well after drinking. Secretary Yu, tonight's inscription must be written in wild cursive. You must never write regular script again.”

Liang Guizhi, whose ears were red, stood up from the sofa and said with a wry smile: "You stinky men! You only have those things in your mind. There is really nothing you can do. Forget it, I'd better go play chess with Yuanyuan. "

Yu Hantao also took out the chessboard, put the chariots, horses and cannons on it, and said with a hearty smile: "Come on, brother, let's kill a few games."