Official Wizards

Yang Ding knew that the reason why Wu Dasheng was obedient now was because he was afraid of himself and was forced by the situation. After all, doing things passively was very different from taking the initiative.

Without some sweetness, how could Wu Dasheng be convinced?

Yang Ding said, "Director Wu, my visit to Wankang County is temporary, and so are yours."

Wu Dasheng suddenly opened his eyes wide and listened excitedly to what Yang Ding said.

"My days as county magistrate have just begun, and so have you. I have made achievements and left. I will never forget anyone who followed me. You used to be a division-level cadre. Do you want to make a comeback?"

How could Wu Dasheng not want to? At present, many friends are inviting guests to dinner and he is too embarrassed to attend. Although he has seen through the world now, he has to be cautious in his words and actions in official circles and cannot offend others easily. But if he is given another chance, he will really keep a low profile. Spend the day.

Wu Dasheng had thought about it. If he could become a division-level leader again, whether he would be promoted or not would be secondary. He could just keep this position and level, and keep his position in the circle. He didn't want to bother with anything anymore.

Wu Dasheng is very willing to let him make a comeback. This is also a reflection of his status in his circle of friends. What he wants most now is for others to know that Wu Dasheng can do it.

I thought I would never be able to get over this hurdle in my lifetime, and Wu Dasheng also scolded me deeply for caring too much about other people's opinions of him. But now that Yang Ding means it, I might be able to get over this hurdle.

Wu Dasheng said quickly, "Yang County, I think about it even in my wildest dreams. I have been reflecting on it for a long time recently. What happened last time..."

Yang Ding waved his hand, "Don't mention the past things anymore. If you want to go back to Denghe City or other good places, and if you want to be your division-level cadre, you have to suffer for a few years, and I will help you achieve this goal." of,"

Wu Dasheng looked grateful, "Yang County..., thank you,"

After seeing off Wu Dasheng, Yang Ding was about to leave for Lijiacun, because Tong Xinyue was already waiting for him at the gate of the government.

Yang Ding didn't know the road, so he drove to pick up Tong Xinyue.

"You've been waiting for a long time," Yang Ding rolled down the window.

"No, I just arrived too," Tong Xinyue said and opened the rear door.

Yang Ding quickly said, "Sit in the passenger seat. Why are you sitting in the back? It's just the two of us."

It seemed that Tong Xinyue still remembered what happened on the minibus a few days ago. After thinking about it, she closed the rear door, walked around in a circle, and got into the passenger compartment.

After sitting down, Tong Xinyue put her bag on her chest and hugged her. Even if Yang Ding could turn his eyes, he would never be able to see her breasts.

However, the photo of Tong Xinyue's leg curve showed clearly in Yang Ding's eyes, with her tight jeans sticking to her legs, and Yang Ding's eyes wandered away again.

"Are you leaving? What's there to see? Yang Ding, when we first met in a hot pot restaurant, I thought you were quite reliable, calm and mature. Why did you slowly become more flirtatious when we met later?"

Tong Xinyue is a straight person and can't hold back what she says. Rather than letting Yang Ding look at her in such a vulgar way all the time, it's better to say it first.

Yang Ding immediately turned his head forward, "I can't help it, women are really the most beautiful animals in the world, let's go."

Tong Xinyue said nothing in the car. She didn't talk about anything except pointing out the direction. Her brows were furrowed, as if she had something heavy on her mind.

Yang Ding didn't want to be depressed. Although he went to visit his mother's grave today, his mother had passed away a long time ago, and Yang Ding didn't have the image of his mother in his heart. He felt respectful but not desolate.

Glancing at Tong Xinyue from the corner of his eye, Yang Ding said, "What's wrong? Things at home haven't been settled. Do you need my help?"

Tong Xinyue smoothed away a few strands of hair that covered her face, looking very delicate, "No, I'll handle my own affairs myself. If you go ahead and turn right, you'll find the village trail, so drive slowly."

Yang Ding was very happy because the country road was indeed too narrow, only big enough for one car to pass. If he were to miss another vehicle along the way, one of them would have to go back several hundred meters to find a space to park two cars.

Yang Ding was really lucky that he didn't meet a car on the way, but this also shows that Wankang County is poor.

Occasionally, a few motorcycles passed by, and more and more farmers were walking slowly and with difficulty, carrying their burdens.

"This is the fifth group of Lijiacun, and there is a large area to the west. But if you want to find your mother's grave, I think you have to ask the people here. You didn't write it very clearly on the paper."

Tong Xinyue pointed out the window and said.

Yang Ding chose a slightly larger platform to park the Toyota. Yang Chenghu only gave himself a large address. This can only mean that his mother was buried in his hometown of Lijia Village, and the cemetery has been repaired. Many people must know that Yang Chenghu's love for his mother The tomb must have undergone major changes.

After getting out of the car, Tong Xinyue leaned outside the car and asked charmingly, "You don't know where you are, do you?"

Yang Ding took a deep breath of the air in his hometown. It was very refreshing. There was no hustle and bustle of the city, no cars and pedestrians coming and going, and no harmful gases. This was his hometown. It was beautiful and very good.

Yang Ding looked around and said, "Well, yes, I only know about Group 5 in Lijiacun. Why don't you find someone to ask?"

Tong Xinyue smiled softly, because at this time Yang Ding had already seen an aunt carrying a basket not far away. Tong Xinyue said immediately, "Don't ask where your mother is buried. It's rude to ask. You might as well ask your mother directly." Wherever home is, let your family lead you there."

Yes, after Yang Ding heard this, he turned around and gave an "ok" gesture to Tong Xinyue. The reminder was very appropriate. After all, he wanted to ask a deceased person. If he wanted to ask others who felt comfortable, it would be better to ask the people of the Li family. After all, I was going to go there to recognize my relatives.

"How can I get to Li Pan's home?"

The aunt was obviously a little surprised. She hadn't heard anyone mention this name for a long time, so she was stunned.

Yang Ding saw the aunt's surprise and continued to add, "I went to Li's house to find her two brothers. I don't know where they live."

The aunt looked at Yang Ding and soon showed a very surprised look. Why did this young man look so similar to Li Pan?

"Who are you from the Li family?"

"Li Pan is my mother," Yang Ding replied calmly.

The aunt was stunned again and looked at the car behind her. After a while she said, "Come with me."

The aunt got into the Camry and drove for about ten minutes to a small courtyard. The car was parked here. It happened that the small courtyard could only accommodate one car.

After getting off the car, Yang Ding saw a small wooden door with a two-story dilapidated building inside. "Auntie, this is the Li family, right?"

The aunt nodded, "Well, this is your uncle's home, and I am your aunt,"

Great aunt.

Yang Ding had no doubts. After all, whoever was full and had nothing to do said she was his aunt. He was stunned and then called him, "Hello, aunt, my name is Yang Ding."

The aunt's lips moved slightly, silently reciting the name, Yang Ding... It has been many years. I remember that Li Pan was pregnant at the time, and his father-in-law forced Li Pan to tell the father of the child. Finally, Li Pan ran away. When did he come back? Only a pile of ashes remains.

There were tears in the corners of the aunt's eyes. She was a very simple and kind-hearted rural woman. In the blink of an eye, she was almost sixty.

Yang Ding said, "What about my uncle? Where has he gone?"

The aunt said, "He is going to the market to sell some things. Let's go. I will take you to your mother's grave first."

Yang Chenghu didn't lie, because last time he also mobilized people to go to Lijiacun and renovated Li Pan's grave. However, no one knew his identity. As for Li Pan's two brothers, he just told them that he was Li Pan's tomb. Looking forward to an old friend before his death.

Yang Chenghu had no feelings for Li Pan's family and was not related by blood. In the end, the two families left after giving each of them 10,000 yuan.

Yang Ding is different. The people from the Li family are his relatives and are connected by blood with him.

My mother's grave is not far from here, just a ten-minute walk away. It is on a relatively high hillside nearby.

Different from the earthen tombs in the countryside, this tomb has obviously been renovated and is built in a unique and elegant manner. The orientation must have been verified by Feng Shui, otherwise it would be impossible not to be perpendicular to the road. , looking from the direction of the tomb entrance, you can see a long river in the distance, and it is backed by the highest hill in Lijia Village.

Although it is not as good as other Feng Shui treasures, as far as Lijiacun is concerned, this place is already considered top-notch.

Tong Xinyue took out the fragrant wax that Yang Ding had prepared in advance, and Yang Ding worshiped devoutly. Looking at the portrait of his mother on the monument, Yang Ding also knew for the first time what his mother looked like.

Simplicity, innocence, two lives can only save one, the mother resolutely chose to keep her.

In fact, no one can blame this. The medical conditions at that time were like that, but Yang Ding was very touched by his mother's fearless spirit. This kind of maternal love is great and nothing can compare with it.

A few minutes later, Yang Ding stood up and noticed that there was another poem on the stele, "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. I have no thought and cannot forget myself. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away. There is no place to talk about desolation. Even if I don't recognize each other, my face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return home from a dream. I am dressing up at the small window. We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, expecting to see the heartbreak every year, on a bright moonlit night, in the short pine hills."

This poem must have been left by Yang Chenghu. Thinking of what Yang Xu said, Yang Chenghu had his own reasons. Yang Ding didn't know what kind of attitude he should have towards Yang Chenghu.

Biological father, the dearest person in the world.

But he let his mother bear all this silently, a weak woman, a rural woman abandoned by her family without power. Yang Ding shook his head, feeling a little tangled in his heart.

Yang Chenghu didn't know all this at all, and he didn't know he existed at that time, just because Yang Chenghu's wife was too extreme. If Yang Xu hadn't said it, Yang Ding still wouldn't know the reason. At least Yang Chenghu didn't abandon his mother because of greed for power.

From the perspective of a son, Yang Ding should have a lot of resentment towards Yang Chenghu. From the perspective of a man, Yang Chenghu is not too wrong. After all, there are reasons.

If Yang Chenghu, a married man, had not entered my mother's life, my mother would not have been like this, and she would have lived happily even if she was poor.

Yang Ding looked at his mother's profile picture and murmured, "Mom, your life has been too hard..."