The official way of rebirth

Lead-gray clouds covered the sun, and the weather was sultry and sultry. Without a breath of wind, the entire Spring City was like a big steamer, so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

A silver Passat looked inconspicuous in the traffic on the long street. No one would have thought that the number one figure in Liaodong was sitting in this ordinary Passat at this moment.

Fidgeting with the gilded red invitation in his hand, Tang Yi shook his head gently.

The invitation was sent from Beijing to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the founding of No. 48 Middle School in Beijing. The department responsible for contacting alumni of the school is so powerful that it was able to find out that the rising star in politics today is the taciturn man who used to be in No. 48 Middle School. An inconspicuous young man.

In the third year of junior high school, just after the turmoil had just ended, the political situation was extremely complicated and the battle between the left and right was still fierce. The battle between the lines was always the most cruel, and it was impossible for Mr. Tang not to be involved in it. Tang Yi was in Forty-Eight Middle School Even if he goes to school under a pseudonym, even the school leaders only received notification from his superiors and are not very clear about his true identity.

This dusty memory suddenly came to mind, and some people and things that seemed to have been forgotten were vaguely remembered. At that time, I kept in mind my grandfather's four-character mantra of "be careful in your words and deeds", and basically had no communication with my classmates. , he is also the most inconspicuous person in the class, and no one will remember him.

What about yourself?

Sister Lan, who was sitting next to Tang Yi, was very frightened and did not dare to move for fear of making the black-faced god frown again, but at the same time, she felt extremely proud and satisfied that she could sit with the black-faced god. Having a car and sitting in the back row is a kind of happiness for Sister Lan.

Sister Lan is wearing a sexy milky white chiffon skirt, her snow-white and smooth shoulders are exposed to the air. There is a plumpness that is unmatched by other women. The bulge of her collarbone is also shockingly charming. The ring-like suspender skirt has a protruding breasts at the neckline. The curvature of the skirt and the deep cleavage are extremely seductive. Next to Secretary Tang, the two long white legs under the skirt are tightly together like a lady, but the posture is even more attractive.

Sister Lan noticed the complicated expression on Tang Yi's face, and she didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing the black-faced god's thoughts.

The Passat slowly drove onto the highway to the airport. Traffic was flowing on the circular overpass, and the spider web-like overpass gradually had a clear context. It was much more prosperous than the Spring City of the same period in Tang Yi's impression, and Spring City, It is also a microcosm of Liaodong’s economic development.

"Bao'er..." Tang Yi turned around and looked at Sister Lan, but hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to tell someone about the excitement in his heart, but who could he talk to? The feeling at this moment could only be hidden deep in his heart.

Bao'er returned to China and arrived at Spring City at two o'clock in the afternoon. Bao'er's condition improved little by little while undergoing treatment in the United States. Bao'er's favorite thing was to show Tang Yi walking slowly in the video. After this incident, Bao'er seemed to have finally grown up. He has matured a lot and is no longer as naughty as before. When chatting with Tang Yi on video, Tang Yi vaguely felt a sense of deja vu, a heartbreaking and sweet feeling.

A month ago, Bao'er was able to walk normally. After restorative observation and treatment, experts from the medical team finally confirmed that Bao'er can live a normal life a few days ago. However, he must continue to receive restorative treatment, let alone strenuous exercise. Bao'er can't wait. She was about to return to China. If Daya hadn't been reluctant to leave her and cried so hard while holding Bao'er in her arms, Bao'er would have taken a plane back that night.

The big stone that Tang Yi had been weighing on his heart finally fell to the ground. Although he had a strong premonition that Bao'er was really different. The little tail that he used to be tired of saying "uncle was long" and "uncle was short" around him would never be seen again.

, replaced by a talented modern young woman, she will also get married and have children, find her most beloved person, and she may eventually become estranged from her.

But, Bao'er's recovery is more important than anything else! Isn't it?

The scenery on both sides of the highway receded rapidly, and the airport was getting closer.

Tang Yi silently lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

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Under the most eye-catching bell tower of Chuncheng Airport, people hurriedly walked out of the lobby exit, and taxis drove away one after another. The sun was shining brightly, and the silver pasada reflected the dazzling light. Standing next to the car, Tang Yi felt nothing

Despite the sweltering heat, I just silently looked at the elevator entrance on the other side of the parking lot.

The small yard where the Passat is parked is right next to the clock tower. It is a parking lot for employees inside the airport. However, Sister Lan made a phone call and the guard at the gate quickly let her go. At that time, Tang Yi also thought it was funny. Unknowingly, Sister Lan was in Spring City.

I also have my own network of relationships, and I am afraid that this network has quite a lot of energy.

"Secretary Tang, you, please go in the car." Seeing the cloud of lead gradually dissipating and Secretary Tang standing under the scorching sun, Sister Lan felt uncomfortable, as if the black-faced god had suffered a little bit and she felt uncomfortable.

If this feeling was originally due to fear, by now it has become a conditioned reflex, as if it has become her instinct.

Tang Yi ignored her and just waved his hand.

Xiao Jin took out an umbrella from the car, opened it, and stood behind Tang Yi. Tang Yi nodded slightly to him, then turned back his gaze.

Xiao Jin came from the capital. His family has been serving the Tang family since his grandfather's generation. His grandfather was a health nurse in the Tang family and retired ten years ago. His father took over his grandfather's work and continued to work in the Tang family. And Xiao Jin

After retiring from the special forces this year, he was assigned to Tang Yi. Because of this relationship, he can be said to be the most trustworthy among the staff around Tang Yi.

This peculiar pattern of three generations of ancestors and grandchildren serving a certain family is very common in some political families. In previous cruel political struggles, service personnel would inevitably be involved, and the outcome might even be more complicated.

It was so tragic. Thousands of years of accumulated tradition made it inevitable that the political struggle of the Republic would be marked by the family, country and world.

Xiao Jin stood silently behind Tang Yi. His childhood education made him clearly understand the significance of coming to the side of Tang Lao's direct grandson. Although Secretary Tang never said anything to him, he knew that he was beside Secretary Tang.

One of the most trustworthy people, and he will not betray this trust

"Here he is, yes, it's Bao'er, right?" Sister Lan suddenly pointed to the elevator in the parking lot with excitement. A staff member wearing a blue airport logistics uniform came out, and you could see the line beside him from a distance.

The girl's charming figure.

"Well, it's Bao'er." Tang Yi smiled. This was probably the only normal conversation between the two in a long time.

The girl got closer and closer, and when she saw Tang Yi and Sister Lan, her pure face suddenly burst into a beautiful smile, like a lotus flower in bloom. Isn't it Bao'er who is getting more and more beautiful? (!)