Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

If he could not communicate with Dou Mingtang in advance, once someone persuaded him about something, Dou Mingtang would be determined, and Wang Zijun would have to put in a lot of effort to change his mind.

Wang Zijun regards Dou Mingtang as a political ally, and tries his best to let him support his plans. Of course, Dou Mingtang can keep in step with him, and he cannot rule out the element of following others, but there are some things that everyone understands tacitly.

That's fine, it's pointless to say it.

While he was thinking this, the phone rang. Wang Zijun looked at the number displayed on the red confidential phone and thought to himself, could this mean Cao Cao? Cao Cao came running over!

"Minister Wang, this is Dou Mingtang, what are you busy with?" As soon as the call was connected, Dou Mingtang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

After Wang Zijun greeted Dou Mingtang, he told Dou Mingtang what he meant. After hearing Wang Zijun's words, Dou Mingtang laughed and said: "Minister Wang, the two of us really coincide.

I thought of going together. Even if you didn't tell me, I still couldn't bear Duan Wendong leaving Donghong City. In the past six months, the social security in Donghong City has been much better than before. An army is easy to find, but a general is rare. Let's replace him.

I’m really a little worried!”

Walking on the cold streets of Jiangshi, Wang Zijun wrapped himself in a windbreaker. It was already the eve of the Spring Festival. The south had begun to warm up, but the north was still freezing. At around eight o'clock in the morning, pedestrians on the street

sparse.

This time I came to Jiang City to visit my grandfather’s grave. With his father Wang Jiefang’s job relocation, I can basically conclude that I will spend this Spring Festival in the capital. Mr. Wang is no longer here, so the Spring Festival for this big family of the Wang family

Reunion has become a difficult thing. Wang Zijun is the most promising member of the Wang family. If his family cannot come back, what is the meaning of the Spring Festival reunion?

Everything is as before, but Wang Zijun feels that he and this city already have a strange feeling. Although the homes of his second uncle and aunt are still here, and the old house of Wang Zijun's family is also preserved, but here, the prince

Jun felt that his connection with this city had been severed.

Is it because the old man is gone?

This time Wang Zijun came to Jiang City alone. Although Yu Jiangwei offered to come with him, he refused. As his position rose, Wang Zijun's freedom became less and less. When he came back this time

When visiting his grandfather's grave, why didn't he have the thought of living an ordinary life? Even though this kind of free life only lasted a short day.

"Dudududu"

The phone rang softly. Wang Zijun answered the phone and heard Yi Feng's soft voice coming from the phone. Yi Feng has been living with Qin Hongjin recently, a law firm, let her

It was done vividly and vividly.

"How have you been lately?" Yi Feng was as tender as ever.

Wang Zijun has always felt guilty about his relationship with Yi Feng. Due to the restrictions of his status, he has been spending less time with her and more away from her, but Yi Feng has devoted her life to him.

"It's okay, it's not too busy. Is Sweet Dou awake?" Although Wang Zijun tried hard to make himself happy, when he returned to Jiang City this time, his heart was still filled with sadness.

"Are you unhappy? What happened?" Yi Feng asked with concern.

Wang Zijun did not hide anything from Yi Feng: "I have returned to Jiang City to visit my grandfather's grave. What about you?"

Yi Feng didn't have much affection for the old man, but she understood Wang Zijun's mood at this time. She comforted her softly: "Zijun, grandpa's spirit in heaven will definitely be very happy to see that we are all living happily."

Wang Zijun sees birth, old age, illness and death more clearly than Yifeng, but seeing clearly is one thing, but it is difficult to do it. The extremely sad Wangzijun may be immersed in it, but with Yifeng's guidance, his mood improved slightly.

"When will you return to Jiang Province?"

"I have already discussed with Xiao Tiandou's grandparents to let them come to our place to celebrate the New Year. Because of this, Xiao Tiandou is very excited!"

Wang Zijun could feel Yi Feng's happiness, but this simple happiness made Wang Zijun feel a little sad. As a normal woman, Yi Feng naturally hoped to spend a happy Spring Festival with her family like other women.

But as Yifeng grows older, especially with the appearance of Little Sweet Bean, this simplest need becomes a luxury for Yifeng.

"I'll go there in two days." After pondering for a moment, Wang Zijun said softly to Yi Feng.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, then he smiled and said, "No, you should just go about your business. My child and I are fine, so you don't have to worry about us all the time."

Just when Wang Zijun was feeling extremely guilty, the sleepy voice of Little Sweet Dou came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, mommy won't let the baby sleep, please come and take care of her. The teacher said that children will become ugly if they don't sleep.

"

The milky voice made Wang Zijun burst into laughter. He smiled and said a few words to Xiao Tiandou on the phone before putting down the phone.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Zijun felt that his energy was much better. Looking at the popular streets around him, he felt much better.

A ruthless man may not be a true hero, and a pity for a child is not a husband. Saying this sentence softly to himself, he didn't know where he had seen it in his previous life, Wang Zijun strolled through the crowded streets.

Because it is not a grave-visiting festival, there are very few people coming to the cemetery. The old man’s tombstone stands among the many tombstones, and there is nothing special about it. According to the old man’s merits, he can enjoy the honor. But in the end, the family still

According to the old man's last will and testament, he was buried in the most common cemetery in Jiang City.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Wang Zijun's heart kept racing. Although the old man was no longer here, Wang Zijun felt that the old man seemed to be always by his side. The scenes when the old man left were constantly in his mind.

His eyes were spinning.

"Grandpa, Happy New Year." I don't know how long it took, Wang Zijun said softly towards the tombstone. His eyes were already full of tears.

Wang Zijun left the cemetery by car and did not return to Nanjiang immediately. He asked the car to take him to the Provincial Party Committee Family Courtyard. Although the old man had passed away, no one came to take back the old man's small courtyard. Although the Wang family had made arrangements to be buried.

There are preparations for taking it back, but no one in the leadership of Jiang Province is willing to be the executor.

Pushing open the small courtyard, the vegetables and flowers in the courtyard were all dilapidated. Although the courtyard was still clean, because there was no one for a long time, the small courtyard seemed cold and lonely. After Wang Zijun opened the door with the key, he simply used a broom to clean it.

After cleaning the dust, he used the electric kettle he brought to the old man to boil a pot of water. Then he sat quietly on the old recliner that had lost its owner, letting the recliner slowly sway under him.

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The ringing tone of the phone was like the most rude guest, which once again broke Wang Zijun's tranquility. Wang Zijun glanced at the phone and saw that the caller was his second uncle. He hesitated and answered the call.

"Zijun, where are you? I heard from your father that you came to Jiang City?" The second uncle asked affectionately the moment the phone was connected. As the incident happened after the old man's death, the second uncle's feelings towards the prince Jun's attitude has changed significantly. It can even be said that there seems to be a kind of respect in this intimacy.

Wang Zijun is a little sad about the change of his second uncle, but he has to accept the fact. When getting involved in officialdom, everyone will have a morbid condition, that is, relying on their rank to speak. Maybe the change in his uncle's attitude is also reasonable. Even the prince You are not used to it, so you can only accept it passively. Therefore, you smiled and said to your second uncle: "Second uncle, I will take a rest at grandpa's place and prepare to go back to Nanjiang in the afternoon."

"Your grandpa's place hasn't been lived in for a long time, so it's a bit deserted. How about I send someone to bring you an air conditioner?" When the old man was alive, he never liked household appliances such as air conditioners. No wonder the room seemed cold.

Installing the air conditioner was just a matter of words for the second uncle, but Wang Zijun didn't want anyone to disturb his purity at this time, so he quickly refused: "Second uncle, forget it, I can't stay with grandpa for long. Just went back."

Wang Jiefang also seemed to think that temporarily installing an air conditioner was a bit of a big deal, so he had to give up, but he spoke more politely: "Zijun, I have something to do, and I can't get through it at the moment. How about this, I will send a car to pick you up at noon. Call your aunt’s family and let’s have lunch together.”

It was Prince Junlin's plan to have a meal with his aunt and uncle's family before he came to Jiang City. Seeing that his second uncle proposed it, he readily agreed.

"I'm going to call your brother and ask him to come back. Let's have a good reunion as a family. Once your father moves to the capital, it will be difficult for our whole family to get together. I originally wanted to go to Beijing to celebrate the New Year with your father, but you Dad refused, saying it would be safer to keep a low profile now." Wang Jiefang's words were full of closeness to Wang Zijun's family.

Wang Zijun understood what his father meant by doing this, and smiled and said: "Second uncle, now is a critical period. It's best not to be too ostentatious."

Wang Jiefang felt even more sensitive upon hearing this. He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but asked: "Zijun, is Secretary Lin's side confirmed?"

"Well, we'll just have to wait for the meeting!" Wang Zijun didn't hide anything, and said straightforwardly: "Let's wait until next year for our family to celebrate the Reunion Year."

"That's for sure." Wang Jiefang looked very excited when he heard Wang Zijun's extremely affirmative words. He also said some words to Wang Zijun about keeping warm, and then hung up the phone with some lingering feelings.

Wang Zijun knew exactly what his second uncle was thinking, but he could only keep these things in his heart. What's more, the mentality of most people in the world was like this, so he didn't need to ask too much of his second uncle.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Zijun felt bitter in his mouth due to the strong tea leaves. But the bitter taste made him enjoy it very much. While he was enjoying this rare leisure, a child milked him. An angry voice came from the direction of the door: "Uncle, why are all the flowers in this yard dead?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature Register Member to recommend this work , your support is my biggest motivation.)