After two hours of bumpy provincial roads, the old-fashioned bus that Chen Guobin was riding in was spraying black smoke all the way and finally drove into Pingjiang County.

It was around 9 o'clock in the evening, and the bus was driving unobstructed on the not-so-wide main street, and occasionally I could encounter an incoming car. Pedestrians on the roadside were rarely seen. Even if there were, they were still in a hurry, and almost all the small shops on the streets on both sides were closed.

Only one side was opened, and there were many dim lights of old street lights that were blinded by fire. Everything seemed to be sleeping, and it seemed particularly deserted.

In the car, more than a dozen sleepy passengers were sitting in a scattered manner, but most of them began to get up and carry their luggage from the luggage rack, because the car was about to arrive at the station soon.

Chen Guobin was sitting alone in the seat next to the window on the left, staring calmly at the lifeless street outside the window, still indifferent.

He came here for the weekend.

Today is Friday. After getting off work from the Municipal Transportation Bureau, Chen Guobin took the last bus from the city to the county town. The whole journey took three hours. The front section was a very easy-to-good, fully enclosed National Highway No. 7--Beijing-Hong Kong Line. It took only an hour to travel 80 kilometers, which was quite good in 1997. However, the next section of the 50-kilometer narrow and dilapidated provincial highway took two hours.

The strong contrast, coupled with the current depression, will naturally not leave a good impression on people.

However, now this is the home of Chen Guobin's nominal wife. Under the influence of inertia, going home at this moment is another act that seems to require no reason, no matter where she works.

The bus finally drove to the entrance of the station, and a row of unpainted red brick walls proved that it was not fashionable and had been a while.

As a major mobile center in the county, there are more than a dozen hotels, video halls, hair salons, etc. near the station. The doors are open, and finally there is a little more vitality.

Of course, this also involves the two-wheeled and three-wheeled motorcycles that rushed up immediately when the bus was not yet stopped at the station entrance. The total number was more than that of the passengers on the bus. They shouted loudly "Come on the bus" and "Where to go" and other passenger slogans with strong local accents.

In addition, several hiking women were pimps in hotels or special services, and they were also shouting hard, further aggravating the noisy atmosphere here.

After waiting for the passengers on the bus to squeeze out halfway, Chen Guobin slowly got up and reached out to take off a very light black bag from the luggage rack. It only contained a set of changing clothes, two books, three maps, a notebook and a ballpoint pen. Although it may not be possible to use it, he still used to carry it.

Under the dim shade of trees diagonally opposite the station, an old black ordinary Santana was parked, and the license plate number was not clear. When seeing the bus coming, a capable female driver wearing a gray jacket and short hair quickly got out of the car and looked here brightly.

Chen Guobin had already noticed it, shook his head and laughed at himself, grabbed his bag with one hand, and easily drove a road in front with the other hand, and at the same time he said two powerful "no need". The firm expression on his face immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to be entangled, and turned his attention to those passengers who were still unsure of their minds.

As he quickly passed through the street, the female driver bypassed the front of Santana and walked towards the co-pilot to open the door. Chen Guobin smiled bitterly in his heart and did not wave to stop him. After all, everyone in the world has their own responsibilities. Being kind to prevent others from performing their responsibilities may not make others feel at ease.

"Section Chief Chen!" The female driver had already opened the car door and waited, nodding respectfully and politely to Chen Guobin who had already walked beside him.

Chen Guobin replied with a smile: "Xiao Xiang, thank you for your hard work!" Then he bent down and stepped on the passenger seat, and put his bag on his chest.

"You're welcome, this is what County Magistrate Zhao ordered."

After Xiang Xiaolan returned to the main driver, he quickly fired the car and quickly drove on the empty street and headed towards the headquarters.

More than a month ago, Xiang Xiaolan, who had excellent quality and good character, just retired from the special forces, and was unexpectedly recommended by the chief and became the full-time driver of County Mayor Zhao who happened to take up his post here. Fortunately, she got the imperial grain. Her other identity is County Mayor Zhao's personal bodyguard, which is actually the most important thing.

What surprised Xiang Xiaolan was not only a woman named Zhao, but also a young man, but also her husband was a younger man who was five years old. Until now, Xiang Xiaolan still couldn't figure out the inner path, but County Magistrate Zhao had had two years of conflict with his family due to marriage problems, Xiang Xiaolan heard from Aunt Mei.

Although he didn't have much contact, Xiang Xiaolan had a good impression of the young man next to him who heard that his father was the secretary of the county party committee near the county party committee. He didn't talk much, but he didn't show off at all. He cared about the people around him, and was more reflected in his actions rather than language.

But Aunt Mei said that this man was not like this before New Year's Day. At that time, he often smiled, talked a lot, was very enthusiastic, and his whole body was full of vitality. All of this suddenly changed after a gas poisoning accident on New Year's Day. At that time, he was rescued for three hours after being sent to the hospital before miraculously recovering his breathing. After waking up, his temperament changed unexpectedly, almost completely different from the previous one. In this regard, the doctor's explanation was that people might be like this when they were stimulated in very special circumstances. In the mainstream society with strong atheism, no one really doubted this.

What Xiang Xiaolan admires the most is that this man is as calm as ever. As a special person who has experienced many dangerous situations, she is particularly sensitive to this temperament. At home, only Chen Guobin will not feel any pressure in front of County Mayor Zhao.

Ten minutes later, Xiang Xiaolan turned the steering wheel and drove the car to the front of the big iron gate beside the road. The middle-aged man guarding the gate quickly walked out of the booth and opened the iron gate after seeing the headlights. Then he stood aside, with his waist straight, expressing his high respect for the No. 2 car.

Compared with the street, the courtyard is a different kind of silence, with a hint of seriousness and dignity.

Not long after, Santana drove to an artificial lake about the size of two basketball courts. A circle of green willow trees along the lake were floating lightly against the backdrop of white street lights, which was a unique opportunity, which greatly diluted the rigorous atmosphere here. In fact, March is the time when everything wakes up, but there is still a little cold outside the house. It is the last cold spring, and the Jingzhe is coming.

Just on the side of the small lake, Santana passed through an arch and drove into a small courtyard, and parked in front of a two-story western-style building similar to a wealthy family. This is the county magistrate's house and the place where Chen Guobin came here for his fourth weekend.

After Xiang Xiaolan stopped the car, Chen Guobin twisted his bag and pushed the door and walked out, taking a deep breath of fresh air in early spring, which seemed to be mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers, which made people a little intoxicated.

Then he followed Xiang Xiaolan, and she took out the key and opened the door.

The room was a spacious and bright living room. At this time, there was a woman with a rich body in an apron sitting on the yellow sofa. Her eyes were staring at the TV cabinet opposite, and there was a 25-inch long-distance color TV. The Nanhu TV on the screen was playing the 83rd version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. The familiar and exciting melody made people feel excited and I couldn't help but nostalgic about the opening theme song of "Iron Blood and Danxin".

"I vaguely dreamed that I had seen it, and my heart was filled with turmoil..."

Feeling that the door was opened, Aunt Mei came to her senses and quickly got up. A kind smile on her face was like spring breeze. She quickly met, "Guobin, you're back. Thank you for your hard work on the road?" As she spoke, she had already walked to the door, and bent down skillfully and took out a pair of men's cloth slippers from the shoe rack.

"I've been used to it often." Chen Guobin said relaxedly, throwing his bag to the sofa two meters away accurately, and quickly snatching the slippers, frowned slightly: "Aunt Mei, I've said it a few times, I'll take the shoes myself!"

Aunt Mei was a little uncomfortable with her hands empty-handed and smiled embarrassedly: "I have been riding in the car for so long, just move less if I can. By the way, I went upstairs to ask Yaqin to have dinner together. Xiao Xiang, you go to the kitchen to serve the food."

Xiang Xiaolan responded, had already changed into slippers, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

"I'll go and call." Chen Guobin, who quickly changed his slippers, grabbed Aunt Mei and walked towards the stairs first.

In the study upstairs, Zhao Yaqin was sitting in front of the desk with a concentration of attention. She had several stacks of thick materials on the table. She was holding a pen in her hand and circled it from time to time. She didn't notice that anyone had walked to her. As the new acting county magistrate of a large county with a population of millions, Zhao Yaqin's shoulders were quite heavy, but in fact, they were very heavy.

Chen Guobin did not immediately ask that she should finish reviewing a document, but stood quietly and waited, looking at her from the side with complex thoughts.

The loose light cotton pajamas still cannot cover the staggered proud curves on her body. The beautiful face with light and clear makeup, against the slightly serious shoulder-length short hair, was thinking intently, making people feel a sense of insurmountable distance that is thousands of miles away. Although she is only twenty-nine years old, no one dares to treat her as a girl.

Chen Guobin had an indescribable complex feeling about this special nominal wife, but he could not deny the strong affection left by the original owner of his body, which made him fall into a big conflict from the beginning of his misaligned rebirth.

Zhao Yaqin finally finished the document, whipped her mouth lightly, relaxed a little, and suddenly noticed someone beside her. She did not look back, but said lightly: "Are you back?"

Chen Guobin said no, "Aunt Mei and the others have already arranged the meal, it's time for us to go down."

"Let's go." Zhao Yaqin sorted out the table and stood up. She turned around and touched Chen Guobin's eyes that could not see joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. She couldn't say what it felt like, but she felt very upset. Since the accident, he has changed a lot, making her unpredictable, and it is difficult for her to get along with her intimate siblings. But before, he was such a lovely boy.

Chen Guobin walked in front and said casually: "Yaqin, you don't have to wait for me next time, and don't let Xiao Xiang pick him up. It's not good to affect a few people for me alone."

Zhao Yaqin refused to say anything: "It's rare to reunite together. It doesn't matter if we have a late meal. It's like this before. In addition, Pingjiang's public security is not good at night, so it's necessary for Xiao Xiang to pick you up. Okay, I don't need to mention this matter in the future. You know I don't like to repeat it all the time!"

Chen Guobin took a deep breath and said nothing more. What his wife, who is very eager to lead, is difficult to change. He does not have much patience to argue about small things all day long. As long as it is not principled, he generally does not repeat it many times.
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