C57 decontamination (1/2)

”Motherf * cker, this old man is pars histalis's recorded Normal level official. I have been working here for 20 years, and now I am working in this ravine …” Old Xing would sometimes complain a little.

”Then who do you blame? If you want to compete for a position and compete in public, you can only blame yourself for not being able to win …” Lao Li said to the Old Xing.

At first, I thought it was really open competition, fair competition, being urged by Old Wang, the Deputy Administrative Department's Chief to apply for the position of head of the competition office to compete with Mei Ling. At that time, my opinion poll and competition response scores were all higher than Mei Ling's, the moment the scores came out, I was that happy, one of the directors of the competition office was mine, so I invited a few of my comrades to drink in advance to celebrate. As a result, the next day, when the person in charge of the position was announced, I was f * * king sent to the Distribution Department to become a clerk. Old Wang took advantage of the situation and became the vice Chief of the administrative department. Later on, I found out that when Mei Ling saw that her score wasn't good, she went to Secretary Ma and cried. This cry softened Secretary Ma's heart and made her hard on me, knocking me down on the ground … Sigh … she shouldn't, she shouldn't, she shouldn't have competed with Mei Ling … This so-called open competition is deceptive and pretentious, because there is another sentence behind it: Submit to the Party committee. With just that sentence, she had raped the fairness and fairness in front of him. Who was this Party Committee? Isn't it just the Secretary Ma? Isn't he the one who can cover the sky with his hands? ” Old Xing started with nagging, and along the way, he lectured me and instructed Lao Li, ”I say you two, stay in the government for a bit, don't offend the leader, and don't offend a popular person like him. In the organization, it's just a sentence: If you go with the flow, you will die!”

I feel that what Old Xing said is very reasonable. Even though he treats me quite well, I still feel that the matter between him and Mei Ling is not good.

During the day, we would walk through the cold winds and mountains, inspect the terrain, and familiarize ourselves with the terrain. We would work with the villagers to move the rocks, build the roads, dig the ditches, and lay the foundation for electricity and water treatment. At night, we would listen to Old Xing talk about the newspaper's twenty years of development and the newspaper's complex network of human relationships.

”Our main tasks for the past two years have been water, electricity, and road. If we complete these three missions, then we've succeeded!” Old Xing said.

After work, I would go to Stone Cottage Elementary School and talk, play, and talk with the children in the mountains. I would talk to them about all kinds of knowledge and knowledge outside the mountains, and would be obliged to give them lessons and teach them lessons.

Every afternoon, before the sun went down, I would finish my diary of the day's poverty, gather for a week, and post it once a week at the post office in the village below.

Shihu Village Road was too hard to travel. The postmen at the village post office would not come, so when they received a letter, they would send it to the neighboring village. The village head would bring it back every time he went to the village for a meeting.

So we could see a dozen thick newspapers from the newspaper about once every half month.

The anti-poverty diary began to be published consecutively in the newspaper. Old Xing and Lao Li were very happy to see it, reading every issue and sometimes reading it to the villagers.

Every day, when I finished writing my poverty diary on the stone platform in front of my door, I would sit alone on the big rock in front of my door, watching the setting sun in the distance, watching the continuous mountain range under the setting sun, watching the deep valleys in the mountains, watching the clear streams in the valleys, quietly thinking of the past, thinking of that heart-wrenching yet unforgettable past …

I thought of Liu Yue. I thought of Liu Yue, who was pushed to the brink of mental destruction due to many hardships. I thought of every moment I spent with her.

I thought of Qing Er, of Qing Er, who never left me and never abandoned me for seven years. I thought of the beautiful times we had spent together, of her gentleness and gentleness toward me. I thought of the tears in her eyes as she looked at me.

Every time I thought about all these, a myriad of emotions would fill my heart, and my heart would fill with guilt towards Liu Yue and her.

I am sorry for two women, one of whom I love and one of whom I love; one of whom has abandoned me and one of whom has been abandoned by me; one of whom is the eternal pain in my heart and the other the indelible mark in my mind.

I know, I have already lost Liu Yue forever. She must have walked together with the Corydalis.

I am deeply saddened and blamed myself for hurting Liu Yue because of my ignorance. I sincerely wish that Liu Yue and the Corydalis would reap the benefits of such sweetness and happiness. I know that the Corydalis will bring happiness to Liu Yue.

In my heart, I have already forgiven her. No matter what, she was my ex-lover for seven years, my most intimate lover, and my companion for graduation from high school to university.

On the contrary, my heart was constantly filled with guilt and shame towards Qing Er. I know that I have deeply hurt Qing Er's pure and kind heart. She loves me so much, but I am so cruel and cold …

Every evening, I would blame myself in my memories of the setting sun. I would deeply reflect on my own ugly heart, mercilessly expose my own ugly past, and face the deepest depths of my own soul …

As the days passed, I forged my body and soul in the depths of the mountains. I never thought of the wonderful and empty world outside.

I did not send a letter to the outside, nor did I receive a letter from the outside. I was tormenting my will, tempering my muscles and bones in the mountains, which were almost isolated from the rest of the world.

Occasionally, when I went down the mountain to report back to the office or to take a change of clothes, I would not contact anyone.

More and more I wanted to close myself, to push aside all rest and holidays, to seal my soul and body in the mountains.