Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

The Qingming rain fell sparsely, giving people a touch of sadness. Standing in front of the old man's tombstone, Wang Zijun thought of every bit of the old man's life.

After two lifetimes, the old man's tombstone has not moved. It is still in the same cemetery and in the same orientation. Even the specifications for the construction of the tombstone are no different from before.

However, the old man's age and mood were different when he passed away. When Wang Zijun thought of the old man's peaceful and smiling face in this life, his sadness diminished a lot.

People are subject to life and death, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult matter in ancient times.

"Brother, grandpa will be very happy to know your current achievements." Wang Zihua stood beside Wang Zijun and said softly to Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun turned his head and glanced at Wang Zihua without saying a word. However, Wang Zihua, who was originally prepared to flatter Wang Zijun, was actually shocked by Wang Zijun's look.

At this time, Wang Zihua was already the deputy secretary of the city, and he was already very impressive in front of many people. Along the way, he watched Wang Zihua close his eyes and relax without saying a word.

He is very similar to his own leader. But then I thought about it, how could a municipal party committee secretary be compared with his brother Wang Zijun? One is the municipal party committee secretary and the other is the governor.

Wang Zihua suddenly remembered that facing his brother Wang Zijun was just like the last time he had a meeting in the province and sat with the secretary of the provincial party committee to communicate, and the feeling of facing the secretary of the provincial party committee up close.

But then, Wang Zihua's mood adjusted. Isn't this brother, who is only two or three years older than himself, the same as the secretary of the provincial party committee?

This time my brother went back to Jiang City to visit the old man’s grave during the Qingming Festival. He has a lot of work, so why not leave his work behind and run over to accompany him?

Just when he didn't know what to say, his aunt Wang Aihua said: "Zijun, it's getting late, we should go back."

Wang Zijun was very considerate of what his aunt said. He smiled at his aunt and said, "Okay. Say goodbye to grandpa and let's go."

"Aunt, tell your uncle not to be too busy. At his age, health is the first priority." Wang Zijun suggested to Wang Aihua with a smile as he walked out.

Wang Zijun's uncle Su Shunxin has now become the top leader in their factory. Today, he planned to come to visit the old man's grave, but something happened in the factory. He, the boss, couldn't handle it.

"He's just a workaholic. I've told him this before, but he just doesn't listen." Wang Aihua sighed and said, "This old man doesn't know what kind of energy he has now. Young people are waiting for him.

It’s time to take over the shift. He’s doing well, he’s getting more energetic as he works!”

Wang Zijun smiled and said nothing. In his previous life, Su Shunxin should have retired by this time. Without the support of the Wang family, he never reached the level of factory director in his previous life. It can be said that the most regretful thing in his life was

The vice president will grow old.

After walking out of the cemetery, Wang Zihua quickly followed Wang Zijun into a car, and then said softly to Wang Zijun: "Brother Zijun, my dad told me last night to invite you to have a meal with me at noon."

Wang Zijun nodded. He had not seen his second uncle for a few days. It was obviously not appropriate to come to Jiang City without meeting his second uncle.

"I heard you did a good job down there." Wang Zijun changed the subject and said to Wang Zihua with a smile.

Wang Zihua was unexpectedly praised by Wang Zijun, and felt very at ease. He smiled and said: "Brother, I can't lose your people. I just did something."

"As soon as you serve as an official, you must benefit one party. While you are young, you must do more practical things. Every time you do something, you are laying a brick. The more bricks you lay, the more smooth the road will be!" Wang Zijun

Looking at the green trees outside, he smiled and said to Wang Zihua.

Wang Zihua smiled and said with a reporting tone: "Brother, I will strictly demand myself and conscientiously implement your instructions."

Wang Zijun looked at Wang Zihua as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, which was a little funny. He originally wanted to have a casual chat with Zihua, but he didn't expect that the brothers' conversation seemed to be a report.

Wang Zijun smiled and glanced at Wang Zihua. He originally wanted to ease the relationship between the two, but in the end he let go of his thoughts.

Now that this kind of awe mentality has been formed, changing it is not just a matter of one or two sentences, but also requires long-term contact.

Wang Zijun, who pondered for a moment, suddenly said: "How is your uncle's work lately?"

"Brother, my father is very happy with his job." Wang Zihua was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he was really embarrassed. After all, his father's height was beyond his reach.

Wang Zijun nodded and said nothing. He didn't know much about Wang Zihua, but he heard a little about Wang Jiefang when he came.

Wang Jiefang's recent work is indeed very comfortable, but there are many people who say that his work style is too domineering. Wang Zijun is going to have a good talk with his uncle on this point.

Just when Wang Zijun was thinking about how to talk, Wang Zihua suddenly said: "Brother Zijun, there is one thing I almost forgot. The day before yesterday, someone called the phone at your house."

Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment. He knew that Wang Zihua was talking about the phone in Jiang City. That phone used to be used by many people in Jiang City, but as Wang Guangrong and his wife came to Beijing, the people they often contacted were all

I have automatically forgotten about that phone.

The reason why I still kept the phone and transferred it to Wang Zihua's home was just for the convenience of future use.

"Who made the call?" Wang Zijun saw what Wang Zihua said and asked with a chuckle.

"It's a lady surnamed Shen. She said she was your classmate." Wang Zihua took out a notepad from his pocket and flipped through it as he spoke: "She said that Teacher Ma, who taught you when you were in elementary school, was hospitalized. It seems that

I’m going to donate money to that Teacher Ma.”

Wang Zijun had no reaction to the lady named Shen at first, but when he heard about Teacher Ma from the elementary school, he immediately thought of it. When he was in elementary school, Teacher Ma was the Chinese teacher of his class. At that time, he was very popular in the class.

Although he is shy, Teacher Ma seems to take good care of him.

"Did she say where Teacher Ma was hospitalized?" Wang Zijun woke up from his memory and asked Wang Zihua in a deep voice.

Wang Zihua handed the notepad to Wang Zijun and said, "No, I just left this contact information."

Wang Zijun looked at Shen Qingyan and a string of mobile phone numbers written on it, and the girl with short hair and a bit of a fussy attitude suddenly appeared in his mind. Wang Zijun even remembered that he didn't do his homework and was criticized by Shen Qingyan.

A sudden scene.

In the blink of an eye, it has been thirty years!

Different schools meant that Wang Zijun and Shen Qingyan never contacted each other again. Wang Zijun wrote down his home contact information when he graduated. He pondered for a moment and then dialed the number.

After just two rings, a tired voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hello, I'm Shen Qingyan."

"Hello Shen Qingyan, I'm Wang Zijun." Wang Zijun felt a little excited when he heard the unfamiliar voice. After all, he was a classmate he hadn't seen for many years. After thirty years of vicissitudes, how could he not be excited.

"Prince Jun, it's really not easy to contact you now. What are you doing now? I haven't seen you since I graduated." Shen Qingyan on the other end of the phone seemed particularly excited after hearing that it was Wang Zijun, and her voice sounded like

A machine gun shot towards Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun listened to this voice, and Shen Qingyan's already blurry image gradually became clear. Thinking of the situation when she was carrying a schoolbag to school, Wang Zijun said with a smile: "I am in Jiang City now. Is Captain Shen busy now?"

, I haven’t seen you for a while!”

"It's been almost thirty years since I graduated. This world is really fast." Shen Qingyan smiled and said, "I can't even imagine what you look like now."

After chatting for a few words, Wang Zijun said in a deep voice: "Shen Qingyan, what's wrong with Teacher Ma?"

"Cancer is in the advanced stage now." Shen Qingyan's originally cheerful voice suddenly became serious, and she whispered: "Something happened in Teacher Ma's family, and she spent a lot of money on this disease.

When I went to visit her that day, she was about to give up treatment. I discussed it with several classmates and planned to call on classmates to donate some money to Teacher Ma."

Wang Zijun nodded and said: "Well, you should. You should do your best for Teacher Ma. I will go and see which hospital Teacher Ma is in now."

"City Cancer Hospital." As Shen Qingyan spoke, she mentioned the ward again. When Wang Zijun was about to hang up the phone, she suddenly said: "I was also about to go see Teacher Ma. Let's meet in person later."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zijun said to Wang Zihua who was sitting in the seat in front of him: "Wait a minute and take the car behind me. I'll go see the teacher."

After Wang Zihua nodded in agreement, he said to the driver: "Xiao Li, please drive to the flower shop not far ahead. Let's buy some flowers and then take my brother to the hospital."

Wang Zihua's driver knew who Wang Zijun was, and when he heard that he would be asked to drive alone for Governor Wang, he was filled with excitement.

Wang Zijun nodded secretly to Wang Zihua's understanding. Although it was just a small matter, but he knew the little things, and Wang Zihua had made great progress over the years.

The Municipal Cancer Hospital is not too far away. When Wang Zijun got off the car from the cancer hospital, Xiao He who was following him quickly took the flowers out of the trunk. Wang Zijun reached out to take the flowers, but Xiao He

He said in a deep voice: "Governor, it is my job to follow you, you can't leave me alone now!"

Seeing the solemn expression on Xiao He's face, Wang Zijun couldn't help but smile. This was not the first time that he had been so stubborn about Xiao He.

"Then let's go, just don't talk nonsense." After warning Xiao He, Wang Zijun strode towards the hospital.