The investigation said that little Song should not be sad, little Wu would also find it difficult to see her like this. He heard that Zhai Bei wanted to send him a car this year. Wu Zao just died silently in clothes, asking the nurse to come and smell, asking if there was any male taste, just Song Yanru’s flavor. The nurse also helped, saying she would take it to wash.
Song Yanru did not let go, the mosquito-like breath, only knowing that these were the clothes he wore, and she had long known that not washing clothes would be better…
The investigation told her to wear a few more days and give it back, not to worry. Outside, men were living and breathing! Wu Zao shook his head, these days she shook her head until her face was almost green, complaining about the old man who would donate her body and not listen to him, he would not dream of giving her his body…
The nurse carefully used a soft towel to wipe Wu Zao’s back. These days, the nurse spoke very little, always silently watching Song Yanru, who in her eyes was an extraordinary woman. Part of this woman had already died, just like the doctor said “irreversible”.
If the Soviet brother was in the sky, looking at her soaking like this, would he worry about her already-dissolved fingers gently stroking her hair? Actually, I had never seen it.
Thirty-four fingers intertwined
In the month after returning to the foundation, he met the village head at the entrance of the big gate. The village head and several others were discussing something at the response office door, and the response office kept opening and closing. Each time the door opened, the village head’s white-haired head would be blown even more messy. As summer approached, the village head noticed him, greeted him, and the others followed. The village head introduced that these were all village cadres, and they had just discussed Little Su’s absence.
They confirmed that someone had harmed Su, and they were going to investigate where to demonstrate power. This summer, they only heard that the village heads couldn’t find the source, and their confidence was insufficient. So he raised another matter, asking them to go to the research institute and follow Little Su as a party member. This summer didn’t want to join the party, telling them to chase him if they wanted.
The village head looked desperate, his entire face twisted together, bitter and contemplative. The response office was still opening and closing behind him. This summer sat down, telling them to have some tea.
The village head looked up with reddened eyes: “Aren’t you not in this class anymore?”
The response office opened again, and Sister Jia walked in. The village heads followed. The director sat behind, his face looking like he was facing a disaster, making this summer feel strange.
Let the bookkeeper bring Sister Jia’s things.
“Everything is packed for you, just wait for you to come and collect,” he said.
Sister Jia went to the bookkeeper’s office, again with a new face.
Calling Zhou Moqiao, Zhou Mochi said the situation had changed. The foundation’s main issue was the relationship with the director, and he didn’t know what to say. He asked him to look at Old Su’s brain hemorrhage situation, which was still serious. The plant personnel’s matter had already formed. Old Su’s work had been reassigned to someone else. He wanted to discuss the project they had talked about.
So Sister Jia went to the research institute. The village heads’ small team followed. Zhou Moqiao saw this arrangement was somewhat tense. This summer said it wasn’t an outsider’s matter and had nothing to do with him.
The village was short of funds. Zhou Mochi hoped this summer could help him find some funds, giving Sister Jia’s project manager a body. Before Zhou Moqiao could finish speaking, the village head interrupted: “Little Jia has done so much for these villages, our village households have been saved. You can’t let him stop at the foundation! Today we discussed the rescue matter with the new director, who doesn’t agree. We don’t expect this foundation to help us anymore! Good people aren’t doing well! You killed Little Su, and now you’re targeting Little Su again!”
Sister Jia patted the village head’s shoulder, slightly comforting.
Zhou Mochi looked at their chaotic experimental room: “This mess now makes me unable to independently lead work. Can the foundation’s matters give me time to negotiate? Even if I want to handle Little Su, I have to wait for the group to return to normal procedures. I’ve requested Beijing to send people to assist my work, but now the personnel selection isn’t appropriate…”
The foundation’s side, Little Jia was clear. My identity could mostly handle relationships, just a buffer. Profit partnerships require actual strength. Who would bring me as a student? Director Lao’s foundation was deep, with arrangements in all aspects. Could I intercept it? Our specialized foundation doesn’t have an independent public office. All public welfare activities must pass the main unit’s unified consent.
Zhou Mochi was speaking practically. The foundation’s main mechanism, after canceling administrative-level barriers, adopted corporate operation. Personnel employment and policy laws became more flexible. Director Lao’s speaking power was undoubtedly stronger.
So this summer said nothing more. The foundation’s matters were unrelated to him. He felt his greater frustration was coming. Zhou Moqiao was concerned about Little Su’s physical condition.
Who would dare to provoke the village head’s wife? The village head’s wife replied that she had been dreaming on this bed. The village head nodded a few times and said to his wife, having a man at home, with two rooms, how could they not feel at ease.
The villagers had spent the village head’s money. They could only stand by the roadside waiting for the cargo truck to pass, and then ask someone to take them along. This summer, the money was given to them to buy tickets, and the village heads were very excited, throwing the money on the ground.
Standing by the road, every time a large truck passed, they would wave their hands in greeting. Most of the large trucks would honk as they passed, throwing down a bundle of newspapers. The summer waited for them.
It was already yellow noon when they finally caught a ride. The village heads were very excited, carefully climbing onto the truck and saying goodbye to the wife.
“Stay in touch, little one! If something happens, find us. We’re in a hurry and can’t help you, but if someone owes you money, we’ll send people to help!”
The wife smiled and nodded.
The truck drove the villagers away. The village head’s wife could see their white hair from far away. They sat in the truck and chatted. The wife remembered her high school days when she was carrying a bag of grain, and the young girl’s shadow was there with the truck, fading away together with the villagers.
The vegetable seller was now doing very well. She had learned many cooking techniques and watched many food shows. The Dai cuisine was not bad, and she had learned the white ethnic cuisine quite well. The white ethnic cuisine was dry and spicy, while the Dai cuisine was fragrant and spicy.
In the evening, the old man Guo spoke without restraint: “The matter of the abandoned child, even now, I still won’t sign. But I forgot one thing – I have a chance to leave a child.”
If Yue Ru had thought of this at that time, she probably couldn’t have held back even ten cows.
“This child is unfair. Growing up, there won’t be a father. Do you think the Burmese will be high-ranking?” Summer felt the old man Guo would explode.
