Excellent little farmer

After that, Shen Jiayu squinted her eyes, sipped the red wine one mouthful at a time, and stopped talking.

Not long after, the music was changed in the club, and many young men and women began to hold hands and dance on the dance floor. These people danced with excellent posture, light and agile, like dancing swallows. Shen Jiayu held the wine glass and stared at the front, Then he turned to look at me, smiled and said, "How about dancing to a song?"

"Okay, but my dancing skills are a bit poor! I haven't danced for a long time, so you have to be prepared!" I stood up bravely, feeling a little guilty.

Shen Jiayu smiled slightly and said coquettishly: "It doesn't matter, I can take you."

After saying that, the two of them walked to the middle of the dance floor. Shen Jiayu stretched out her orchid fingers and put them on my shoulders. Following my movements, she danced lightly. During the melodious music, the two of them worked together for a few minutes and gradually found the feeling. There is a tacit understanding.

Under her guidance, I gradually became more confident and more attentive, and my dance steps became more and more skillful. I stared at that extremely beautiful face, held that slender waist in my hands, and felt With that unforgettable smoothness and softness, it felt like there were countless little bugs crawling into my heart, squirming non-stop, making me itchy.

But I can clearly feel that Shen Jiayu seems to be immersed in a dream intertwined with music and dance steps, and it is a bit difficult to extricate herself, so that under the light, she can vaguely see the trance and confusion in her expression.

After dancing a few songs, before the fun was over, Hou Xueyun's boyfriend arrived. He was a handsome and handsome officer. After everyone met, they naturally exchanged pleasantries.

Not long after sitting in the room, the officer felt stuffy and didn't like the atmosphere here, so he invited a few people out to sing. Shen Jiayu readily agreed, and the two men and three women left the club, took three cars, and rushed to a nearby KTV.

I entered the private room, ordered a fruit plate and drinks, and started playing a dice and drinking game. It was very lively. While talking and laughing, I learned that Hou Xueyun’s boyfriend Ran Pengfei was a member of the Provincial Military Region’s Independent Battalion Machine Gun Company. The deputy company commander of Ran Pengfei has been with Hou Xueyun for half a year. The two are talented and good-looking, and they get along very well. Their family backgrounds are also very suitable. Ran Pengfei's father is a deputy political commissar of the Provincial Military Region and a major general with great energy. This year is very good. There is hope of becoming a regular employee, and with Mr. Ran supporting him, Ran Pengfei's future will naturally not be a problem.

The few people had a great time. After a while, they drank two bottles of beer. Everyone's face was red. Zhao Fengzhi came to the front first and sang two popular songs, and then called Shen Jiayu to sing a song.

Only then did I realize that Shen Jiayu’s singing voice was clear and melodious, ethereal and mysterious, and full of the unique magnetism of women. I was immediately attracted. I put down the dice, followed the rhythm of the people around me, and drank softly. Even the waiter Everyone was attracted. When the song ended, the applause sounded like thunder, but some of the meaning was still unfinished.

Shen Jiayu stroked her hair gently and ordered another song, but it was "Zhiyin". Although the song was very early, her eloquent and soulful performance made everyone mesmerized. After it was over, there was thunderous applause.

And when I looked intently, I saw that Shen Jiayu was already stained with tears, and I felt my heart sink, as if the softest place had been lightly touched by someone. At this time, Zhao Fengzhi, who was next to me, also noticed something strange and hurriedly walked over. After pulling Shen Jiayu out of the private room, neither of them came back until the show was over.

After sending Shen Jiayu home, the two of us had no contact again. In the following days, I focused on my work.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to Aunt Wenying’s house in Qingyang. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, I just took this opportunity to go home and take a look at the many things distributed by the Transportation Department.

After arriving at the Department of Transportation, we just happened to catch up with the completion of the last batch of new houses of the Department of Transportation a while ago. The new houses were supposed to be completed and delivered early last year, but the former leader of the Department of Transportation was blamed, causing the entire project to come to a standstill.

There were a lot of tricks involved in these new house projects, so the construction period was postponed. It was not until Huang Wenhan took office that it was pushed forward again. He rushed quickly and slowly, and finally completed it before the National Day. .

When I first arrived, of course I didn’t have the opportunity to participate in the allocation of new houses. However, the Department of Transportation already had plenty of housing. After the allocation of this batch of new houses, many old houses were naturally freed up. I was able to catch the bus and was allocated one. An old house.

The old dormitory of the Department of Transportation is in a very good location. It is not far behind the office of the department. Next to it is the famous Shuitan Park. A series of lakes are embedded in the urban area like pearls, plus the surrounding bamboo forests, plus a famous Yuzhou The former site of Gongyuan makes this area the first choice for offices and residential areas of provincial agencies.

I currently live in a house in Yuzhou, so I only leave this apartment there. Because it is close to my work, I am sometimes too lazy to do anything at noon, and occasionally go there to take a nap.

Since I was transferred to the Transportation Department, I have only been back to Qingyang's house twice, and Song Jiaqi has almost never been home, so Aunt Wenying and Uncle Song will talk about it when nothing happens.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the entire agricultural machinery factory is filled with an anxious and noisy atmosphere. The Chinese New Year is only a week away. Several employees who have returned from collecting payments have not brought back much cash. Most of them are vague promises or... Truckloads of low-quality department stores that mean nothing to the workers.

This feeling became even deeper when I returned to the factory.

Although Aunt Wenying and her husband were worried about the operating conditions of the factory, the return of my son still made them feel much better. Thinking that I have achieved some success in my career, they felt a lot relieved.

"Qingquan, I heard from Jianwei and the others that the agricultural machinery factory and the construction company run by Mr. Mu are very prosperous, but why can't this old agricultural machinery factory?" Song Jianguo sat with me on the sofa and complained to me with a sigh. .

I smiled, turned around and looked around. Sitting on the old sofa at home, it was not as comfortable as the sofa in the office. However, my desire to buy some new furniture for my home was firmly stopped by Song Jianguo. I understand Uncle Song's mood. Just when colleagues in the factory are worried about survival, replacing new furniture at home will definitely attract a lot of criticism.

"Uncle Song, it's normal for the factory to be semi-stopped. Once March is over, the factory will resume full production. After May, it will have to work overtime. Every company is not like this. They all have low and peak seasons. Well!"

I understood Song Jianguo's feelings for the agricultural machinery factory, so I didn't choose to say it directly.

After saying that, I handed Uncle Song a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. When I saw Song Jianguo's frown, I felt that I had made a mistake. In Song Jianguo's eyes, Hongtashan was already a luxury product. Smoking Zhonghua cigarettes was a complete waste of money.

Song Jianguo was indeed a little heartbroken. He heard that this kind of cigarettes cost dozens of yuan a pack. Isn't this just wrapping RMB into a roll and burning it? But seeing his son's careless eyes, he also knew that he really couldn't keep up with the times. He silently tore open the plastic film and tin foil outside, took out one and lit it. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and he didn't want to kill his son. of Xing.

"Han Jianwei and Wang Changquan haven't been back for more than a month. I heard that they did a good job with Mr. Mu?" Song Jianguo asked, having nothing to say.

"It's okay. Now is the rising period of the real estate industry. As long as you do it honestly, it's really not difficult to make some money."

I nodded and said: "A while ago, I asked the two of them to spare some time and take a training class. This can improve their quality and help them strengthen the management of the company in the future."

The set of terms in my mouth made Song Jianguo feel very emotional. Once upon a time, this adopted son who was often lectured by him could now answer his questions in front of him like a teacher.

I have also noticed that Uncle Song seems to be much older recently, especially in this year, as if he is aging faster. Obviously, the downturn in the agricultural machinery factory is the main reason for the blow to Song Jianguo's mood. .

"Uncle Song, the downturn in the agricultural machinery industry is also a general trend. With the adjustment of national industrial policies, some emerging industries are gradually becoming prosperous, while other companies will gradually withdraw. You have to look at it, you are already in your fifties. , Don’t worry too much about these things, not to mention that the country is now booming, and the rise and fall of an enterprise is just a normal process in the development of the country.”

"I also know this truth, but seeing so many old guys in the factory with such sad faces, how can I be so cheerful?"

Song Jianguo sighed and said: "I know, we have you working in the agency. Although Jiaqi is a little far away from home now, she is doing well and is on the right track. But look at the factory In the homes of other old workers, many people and their entire families are in the factory. If this keeps dragging on, when will it end?"

"The rise and fall of enterprises is normal, but the government will also find ways to help solve the practical difficulties faced by enterprise employees. This is the government's responsibility."

I comforted my father and said, "Uncle Song, it seems that the factory will not be able to resume large-scale production for a while. Why don't you and your aunt move to the city? I now have houses in Yuzhou and Qingyang." If it's vacant, you two might as well move over here. It's time for you to take good care of yourself and enjoy the blessings at your age."