Chapter 120:

The person who contacts you the most often is also the person who knows you the most.
Prophet Hu guessed Wu Yong's idea when he was dialed.
A bold idea appeared in Zhao Lanxiang's heart.
Wu Yong dare touched the elder sister in this neighborhood, and stared at the elder sister. According to his thinking, will the next step be planted on Gu Gong?
If Gu Gong died, then this muddled account of the terrace project would end forever.
Because the two engineers related to the project are already in prison, the remaining one, Prophet Hu, has a good relationship with him. If the previous life He Songbai did not miss Wu Yong by mistake, she thinks the result may be that Wu Yong took this huge amount of money from the embezzlement project and made a fortune, and lived an excellent life as a man.
Gu Huaijin died unjustly, and the He family was shrouded in grief. Not only reported the revenge of He Songbai in the corn field, but also erased the threat to himself forever.
She couldn't help but take a deep breath, and found that this adventurous and radical idea was really possible. However, people who are too arrogant and confident will always take the lead. This is true in the previous life, and this is also true in this life.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "Prophet Hu, take the money tomorrow and go to the police station to commit crimes. Let's go get Mr. Gu back."
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The next day, they went to x major again, on the one hand, they continued to search for clues, on the other hand, they looked for Gu Gong's whereabouts and told him the good news.
Gu Huaijin is now in the principal's office, and the two are talking.
Gu Huaijin said: "I know, thank you."
Principal Fu said: "You don’t blame yourself, it’s because you have no way to choose... If you don’t feel good about it, you are willing to stay in x big is better, your talents and experience are a precious treasure, don’t I want to go to the dead end. I will leave this matter to the school. I believe there will be results soon."
Before Gu Huaijin had time to say anything, He Songbai knocked on the door and waved to Gu Huaijin.
He said, "The lost project money was found--"
Gu Huaijin also said: "Last night a female student exposed Wu Yong's crime to the teacher and can report it."
Their news caused each other to fall into shock and silence.
Gu Gong's news is really not good news. He Songbai, who heard the news, was in a complicated mood. Because there is one more person who was invaded by Wu Yong, this news cannot make people look good. Instead, the news of He Songbai made Gu Gong's heart shrouded in haze.
He overjoyed and asked, "Where is it?"
He Songbai was silent for a moment and said, "Prophet Hu dug in the bullpen."
In a word, the color on Gu Gong's face faded, just like frosted eggplant. This news might as well not come!
Isn't this justifying his crime of embezzlement of construction money?
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but pinch He Songbai, she said comfortably: "But Prophet Hu recognized the box and lock with money, and had seen it with Wu Yong. Teacher Gu, you can rest assured that Hu Prophet is sorting out clues.
This sentence saved Gu Gong, and Gu Gong glared at He Songbai with angrily: "You kid, really want to scare the old man."
"This is new progress. After so long, people finally see a little brow." Gu Gong said excitedly.
After a long period of turbidity in his chest, he could finally spit it out. Last year, he lived in a bullpen under unjustified injustice. For a whole year, he has been actively sorting clues, looking for stolen money, and begging the public security to reverse the case. But suffering from no evidence, he has been undergoing labor reforms and suffering from unknown grievances.
It also suffers the contempt of others.
In the end, there was no real embezzlement for this missing project. However, some information about the wind and the shadows directed Gu Huaijin, and Gu Huaijin became the most suspect. This made Gu Huaijin, who was innocent for most of his life, uncomfortable. It also affected his son Gu Shuoming's criticism in the army. Because of the title of the son of a corrupt element, many good opportunities were not in his turn.
In the final analysis, he still affected his son and his family. This disgraceful accusation is the most serious scar in Gu Huaijin's heart.
Gu Huaijin laughed on the palm of his hand and said, "Go and report!"
He Songbai, Zhao Lanxiang, Gu Huaijin, Hu Prophet, and the teachers of University X went to the police station together, and they told the public security to the clues one by one. It involved last year’s major security accident. The public security in City N was established Investigation team, in-depth investigation.
In addition, the crime of is also very serious. The police have recorded the confessions of Pan Yu, He Songye, Li Dali, Jiang Li, Zhao Lanxiang and X Damou who did not wish to be named, according to the clues provided by them And evidence, the police confirmed the case and formally arrested Wu Yong.
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Although the result of the trial belonging to Wu Yong has not yet come out, but under the circumstances of accumulating multiple crimes and having all the evidence and evidence, Wu Yong had to sit through the prison without being shot. After five days of cooperating with the case, Zhao Lanxiang finally returned to the countryside.
She was shining in the bright spring light of Hezitun, squatting on the hillside, watching the members working diligently to cook her own farmland, watching them plow the plow on her shoulders, turning the ground shallowly and plowing deeply.
He Songbai ate breakfast made by the younger sister, he took out a sweet corn on the cob and handed it to the subject.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't ask for his sweet corn, she pushed him to eat it.
"You eat, I'm full."
She asked him: "I have forgotten to ask you after working so long. Has your admission letter arrived?"
He Songbai thought for a while and said, "I have no admission letter... Gu Gong asked me to report directly."
"Is it T big?" Zhao Lanxiang asked.
"Yes, there is no other school willing to ask me other than it." He Songbai said that although the secretary asked him to wait patiently for the news, he knew it. First of all, his composition was indeed disgraceful, and secondly, the enrollment of colleges and universities also ended. In addition to x big can also try his luck, foreign schools are willing to accept him, I am afraid it is difficult.
When Zhao Lanxiang heard this, a heart finally fell steadily.
That's great, he can go to T.
She stretched her shoulders and sniffed the fresh air in the country. The smell of mud, the sound of spring gurgling in the ears, the occasional chirping of magpies, and the dull sound of knocking on the ground.
She thought that the significance of her rebirth had reached more than half.
The man who whispered to her in the middle of the night that she was poor and desolate at that time, and she did not take a glance at the road, has now transformed into a bright and ambitious and ambitious young man in front of him.
And she also fulfilled the promise she once made, never breaking it.
Now she is going to fulfill the promises she made, and put the last strong lock on his stable day...
Zhao Lanxiang said: "You have always said you want to send flowers to me. Spring is here. You haven't sent flowers to me this year."
He Songbai smiled, he did not expect the subject to mention this suddenly.
He said: "What's so difficult, I will bring you a cup tomorrow."
Zhao Lanxiang asked him again: "Will we go to the pig farm tomorrow?"
"No, I'm afraid that the public security will be watching, and Li Zhong and I will not go to the pig farm for a while."
Zhao Lanxiang heard the words and pulled down the petals of wildflowers in her hand. She smiled and said, "Well... Since you don't have to work tomorrow and you're free, go and pick flowers for me now."
"I want you to see the first bunch of flowers you see on the mountain road passing by the pig farm."
The plants and trees there are familiar to Zhao Lanxiang. In the past more than 400 days, they have witnessed the pictures of them riding bicycles and singing songs in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and witnessed their greenness and sweetness. Love. On the wind-shrinking and chilling days, he had warm and broad shoulders, and on the hot summer days, there was crystal sweat that dripped down the profile of his side.
On the mountain road with nine bends and eighteen tunes, there are purple twigs chattering with Sanya, wild camellias, spring bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and fungus that Zhao Lanxiang likes. In spring, there should be a cluster of bright, orange, pink, and pink camellia, covered in the mountains and cliffs, gorgeous and beautiful.
They are like the most faithful tokens, silently exposing He Songbai's humble love.
He Songbai said: "No problem, you kiss me first, I will go."
He leaned on the skin reluctantly, leaning over his face and bowing his head, sneaking up to her lips.
Zhao Lanxiang thought about the hot tears in her eyes almost did not withdraw, she turned her head to hug his shoulder and kissed gently in his ear.
"Go, I'll wait for you." she said.
She watched He Songbai happily go home and fetch the bicycle. Her legs swayed and walked in front of her on the pedals. He turned back and grinned at her, as happy as a child.
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He coaxed away He Songbai, Zhao Lanxiang returned to her room, took out the luggage she had already prepared, and looked at the scene in the house with nostalgia. In just two years, this place is full of her memories. The shadow of He Songbai was left everywhere.
When he first confirmed his relationship, he was threatened by her and kissed her.
He is here to make a promise that is always valid to her who is in a rage.
They just came back from the city of S, and he said to her here: "Your mother-in-law is not stupid."
He stupidly and richly redeemed her radio and watch.
He and she are here to review the middle school knowledge, the table seems to always have the shadow of his desk to see the writing questions. That day, he easily wrote ten test papers and asked her for six kisses.
For the first time, he was frankly opposed to her here. He was stunned and stunned, and excited for a long time.
And... countless nights before departure, he came here to tuck her in the quilt.
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Scene by scene, vividly remembered.
Zhao Lanxiang dragged his suitcase, put down a letter, and walked out without looking back. She was sitting in a bullock cart and watched the familiar scenery of Hezitun receding in her sight. The tears she shed unconsciously spilled down her cheeks and could not be wiped.
The member of the bullock cart asked her: "Oh, I went to college, so I'm not happy yet."
"Not willing to let us go?"
"Don't cry, what a beautiful girl! It's not good to cry too much. This is a happy event. If you want us to go to Hezitun, we will have fun on vacation. We welcome you in the village!
The enthusiastic member handed her a batch of picked spring tea, and the tea from the tender shoots was sweet and sweet, with a spring flavor.
The places in Qinghe County where no fruit trees can be planted and no terraces can be cultivated are now overgrown with tea trees. It is said to be a new batch of farming projects made by the government. Everything is booming, with a prelude to reform and opening up...
The enthusiastic member said, "Which bus do you catch? I hurry up and won't make you wrong."
"Good." Zhao Lanxiang said with difficulty.
The scenery reversed quickly, and she took the shuttle bus to the county in the morning, where Jiang Jianjun was wearing a pine tree green waiting for her, and the morning fog wet his pants legs.
He said, "I thought you were not coming."
Zhao Lanxiang did not speak. He took the luggage in her hand and took the bus with her to the airport.
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With a sweet kiss from the subject, He Songbai warmly picked the first flower he saw on the way back with the fastest speed of his life.
It took him about half an hour to ride until he saw the brightly blooming camellia on the hillside, clusters of pink and white, innocent like a hydrangea, with dewdrops in the morning.
He took the effort of nine cows and two tigers to pick it up. He thought that the subject saw the bright expression in front of him, and his heart warmed uncontrollably, and he would smile heartily.
He placed the flower in his arms with care, afraid that his coat would crumple it, and took care of it carefully, his footsteps could not help slowing down and slowing down. But soon he returned to the place where they had just met, she was not here.
He Songbai thought that the sun was starting to grow bigger, and she might hide and go home.
He put the bicycle with great interest and strode towards her house in a stride. He pushed open the door of her room, and a warm fragrance of the woman struck quietly. It was a very light gardenia scent.
"Not here." He murmured.
Maybe in the fire room.
However, at the moment when he turned around, he was cautiously sensitive and found that some of the things belonging to her in the room were gone. He froze in place, his eyes falling on the white letter on the table.
He Songbai's lips filled with a faint smile quietly faded, he tore open the envelope.
"Dear Bai: Zhan Xinjia. Thank you for your companionship for two years. The days with you are very good, but today, I am leaving. Thousands of miles set up a long shed, and there is no banquet in the world. Remember the uncle’s family. Saya, at that time, you promised me a wish that is always valid. Now allow me to fulfill my wish, and our story is over. I hope you will not come to me again."
"Study well and be positive. Take care of yourself, eat and wear warm. Use your enthusiasm to bring happiness and joy to the person you love. On February 18, 1978, Lan Xiangliu."
At this moment, He Songbai, as if suffering from a slam dunk in his head, clutched in his hand lightly blooming light pink camellia suddenly fell to the ground, falling and hitting his feet.
The thin paper with his fingers pinched almost through the hole.
He roared, his teeth clenched and grabbed the door, but after a few meters, he turned back and picked up the camellia that fell to the ground and threw it in his arms. He Songbai took the bicycle, exhausted all his strength, and stepped tirelessly, following the clockwork step.
At this moment, a lot of information appeared in his mind, one frame after another flashed slowly.
That afternoon she squatted alone on the hill behind her home and watched the sunset.
That day her expression of silence.
She had the patience to do everything she could with him when she went to x-da and the police station with him, as if she had done everything she could do for her in a lifetime.
And she asked him about university just now, her face was finally relieved, and finally relieved and happy.
He Songbai's face grew heavier, he stepped on the bicycle like crazy, and the wheels rolled like a whirlwind, hula la chasing the car all the way.
He thought that he had to catch up with her in his life, and he would be chased back if he fought this life.
He has missed it once, and God must let him catch up with her once.
He Songbai stepped on the more and more anxious, the wheels of the bicycle were almost overwhelmed, the chain snapped with a click, the huge inertia threw him out, and he fell as hard as his first bicycle.
He was lying on the ground and fell into a daze, took a deep breath, and took a long time to stand up.
He crouched down to repair the bicycle chain with his hands, and spent two years with the Phoenix car to accompany him in the sun and rain, which was very old. But today it turned silently, and withstood the cruel fall of its life, and the car chain was engaged again. He Songbai rode on the bicycle again and stepped on it hard. His injured leg slowly shed blood.
He thought he had to catch up with her once.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Xiangxiang: Give you a pot, take care
Hei Shengjun: A pot of pots can't protect a thousand swords that passed me!
Xiangxiang save me!
You say two words to everyone.
The following incense confession:
That day I promised Jiang Jianjun to leave He Songbai for four years, giving me a chance to pursue me again (bracket, Jiang Jianjun)
If Brother Bo comes to me, he will not abide by the peace agreement and trouble him.
I agreed.
I think that if the love between us is sincere enough, we should be able to withstand the four-year gap.
For four years, neither short nor short.
It's no longer than seven years of itching, and it's as short as the two years we spent together.
Brother Bo needs to grow, so do I.
You can rest assured that I will not give the ex-husband a chance and look forward to Bo Ge's choice.
Don’t go away, tomorrow’s finale will be fat, you will spread flowers to poor brother Ge, comfort him for me