Zhao Wenjie and Hao Jun parted ways at a three-way intersection, and Hao Jun stopped walking, slowly appreciating the hometown that gradually coincided with his memory in 98.

It was still the narrow cement road, the trees of different heights, and the green and quiet fields, Hao Jun took a deep breath and left the noisy and quiet campus, as if he had come to another world again, and the taste of his hometown that he missed countless times in his memory lingered in his nose at this moment, and it never dissipated for a long time.

When he saw the three-story building newly built with red bricks, Hao Jun's tears finally couldn't be suppressed anymore and rushed down.

In his previous life, after graduating from college, his parents rarely interacted with Hao Jun, which was an irreparable pain in Hao Jun's heart and a lifelong regret for his wife.

The traditional concept of rural old people can not understand, nor can they tolerate a young woman with no identity, no background, and even no parents to marry into the door of the Hao family, but Hao Jun, who insists on going his own way, still endures the reputation of unfilial piety after all, and gets married in a city far away from his parents in a province, settles down, and settles down.

Hao Jun couldn't understand it, and he couldn't think deeply about it, at that time, the meaning of the light revealed in the cloudy eyes on his father's face couldn't be understood, and he couldn't feel his mother tossing and turning and tearing up for countless nights. The wife also silently supported this vast home in self-blame again and again, and it was not until Bei Bei came to the world that this home finally had a little more warmth and joy.

Hao Jun and his wife never gave up their efforts, eager to be forgiven and accepted by the second elder, but they didn't expect an accident to take away his wife's beautiful and fragile life, depressed, lonely, painful, almost desperate for life Hao Jun woke up again and again in pain, if it weren't for the lovely daughter Bei Bei to support him, maybe his life would also come to an end on the night his wife quietly left.

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Hao Jun's heart became harder and more tenacious again, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't give his wife an identity in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, if he wasn't in his thirties, he couldn't achieve anything, or if he didn't ......

Hao Jun only clenched his fists, his hands were shaking violently because of the excessive force, now, everything is in his own hands, it depends on how he turns his hands into clouds and hands for rain, he hopes that one day, at the wedding of him and his wife, there are two pairs of old people who can sincerely wish them.

Hao Jun took out the key to enter the door, and when he walked into the room, he saw his father Hao Yuefei holding a stack of thick papers tidying up, and when he saw Hao Jun coming in to call him, he just answered lightly, still busy doing his own business.

Hao Jun lost his mind for a short time, looking at his father, who was only thirty-nine years old and in the prime of life, his heart was mixed, he stood for a long time, choked up, wiped away his tears in a panic, and sighed that today he suddenly became emotional. Putting down the heavy schoolbag on his shoulders, Hao Jun finally sat down on the sand with a big grin, and began to think about his thoughts boredly, for fear that he would disturb his attentive father.

Hao Jun's father, Hao Yuefei, is a farmer, he has been very smart since he was a child, he is the first college student in the Liangshan Brigade in the village, more precisely, a secondary school student, and then he was assigned to be a secretary of the district party committee for a year.

In 92, the Provincial Government of Southeast Province, the Provincial Department of Transportation, The Provincial Department of Commerce in order to cater to the high private economy, will be a piece of economic areas to connect, the formation of a strong competitive economic system, through the Standing Committee of the Standing Committee to discuss and pass a resolution, to raise funds in the province to build a large-scale provincial highway, and Hao Yuefei is the toll station is the only toll station on the 3O2 provincial highway in Lianhua City, the Lotus City Urban Construction Bureau immediately took it under its umbrella, this was originally even a little rural people are a little unsightly small toll station for a while became a sweet spot in the eyes of everyone, and the staff in the toll station also rose, as the deputy stationmaster Hao Yuefei's value naturally rose, from the stock level to the deputy section level, has become a sweet spot under the Urban Construction Bureau, and happiness comes too fast, so that Hao Yuefei can't adapt.

In the eyes of the rural people at that time, the title of civil servant was not only equivalent to holding an iron rice bowl that could not be broken, but also very decent, not to mention a deputy section-level cadre with a leader, Hao Yuefei's experience made many people envious and jealous.

Hao Yuefei thus began his short career as a deputy department.

Hao Jun's thoughts suddenly froze, 98 was the year when his father's career as deputy section-level deputy stationmaster ended, and there were too many things in this year, so that the young head at that time was deeply engraved with the details of each event, and his father's sluggish appearance at that time was a picture that was forever fixed in Hao Jun's heart when he was seventeen years old.

In 98 years, Gu Kaifan, the head of the toll station, had major economic problems, because he was accused of a huge amount of property from unknown sources, and was suddenly shuanggui by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection through public power, after some investigation and evidence collection, the reported facts were basically true, and Gu Kaifan was handed over to the procuratorate to enter the judicial process. Gu Kaifan was finally sentenced to ten years and six months in prison, and Hao Yuefei, as the deputy station chief, was also implicated in this incident, and the clean fake accounts also sent Hao Yuefei to prison for three full years, because the financial accounts at that time were in charge of Hao Yuefei.

Hao Jun slapped his forehead, how could he forget all about this stubble?

The hand is quite heavy, and it looks particularly abrupt in the quiet room, Hao Jun rubbed his already red forehead, secretly anxious: hope is still too late.

Hao Yuefei looked up at Hao Jun suspiciously, and secretly wondered in his heart that his son was a little too quiet, so he returned to his work.

Hao Jun sighed, after Hao Yuefei became the deputy stationmaster, he was like a different person, frantically enriching himself, spending money to buy books about the economy without a word of ambiguity, watching the news with relish, analyzing the domestic and foreign forms of the head of the way, I don't know that I think he is the head of a city, but I don't know that he is just a deputy stationmaster of a subordinate unit of the Municipal Urban Construction Bureau with almost no real power.

Hao Jun expressed helplessness about his father's madness, and leaned over to look at the information in Hao Yuefei's hand, which was full of dense numbers, and Hao Jun couldn't understand it for a while, "Dad, I want to ask you something, how are you guys Gu lately?"

Hao Yuefei raised his head again, took off the nondescript myopic glasses worn on the bridge of his nose, and said in surprise: "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Hao Jun went up directly and rubbed his father's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Just tell me!" Although his heart was a little crooked, but in order to achieve his goal, Hao Jun did whatever it took to achieve his goal, and his palm touched his father's broad and powerful back, but he recalled countless times in his heart that he was over half a hundred years old;

Hao Yuefei couldn't stand his son's sycophants and waiting, and raised the paper in his hand, "Well, this is the information that Stationmaster Gu asked me to do the accounts, and I told me to take a closer look at it, and I will hand it over to him tomorrow morning!"

"Do the accounts?" Hao Jun almost jumped up from the sand, hurriedly pulled the paper in his father's hand, and ignored his father's inexplicable eyes on the side, looking at the paper that still had the scent of mimeographs, and sneered in his heart.