Wang Baoyu was flattered, full of thanks, bowed down and took it carefully, still on the case, and planned to take it away when he left. I don't know how many town cadres I will envy if this calligraphy is hung in my office.

"Xiao Wang, if you can recognize this poem, it proves that you look at the Three Kingdoms, and then what are the words behind this poem?" Yang Hongjun sat down and asked with a smile.

Wang Baoyu thought for a while, and immediately replied: "Speaking of the general trend of the world, it will be together for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time." ”

"That's right, that's good." Yang Hongjun nodded in praise, sighed slightly and said, "Xiao Wang, we will be separated for a long time, and there will be fewer opportunities to meet in the future." ”

Yang Hongjun's tone was somewhat lonely and sad, I don't know if it was because he sympathized with Wang Baoyu or because he lost his job, all in all, this optimistic old man rarely had this kind of sigh.

"Uncle Yang, I will come to see you often, as long as you don't bother." Wang Baoyu said.

"Xiao Wang, you will be very busy with work in the future, don't promise me this." Yang Hongjun waved his hand, indicating that he did not believe Wang Baoyu's words.

Wang Baoyu was a little embarrassed by Yang Hongjun, but he had to admit that the old man was very reasonable, and he always promised these small things quickly, and he often fulfilled them, but they were delayed and forgotten by major events.

"Then when you miss me, call me, I don't dare not answer your call!" Wang Baoyu smiled, and made a grimace with his eyelids.

"Stinky boy, I'll look for you." Yang Hongjun was amused by Wang Baoyu's hippie smiling expression, got up and went to prepare meals, all of which were cooked foods such as peanuts, rice, pig's head, etc., and also opened a bottle of liquor, which was no longer Moutai, just an ordinary two-pot head.

It doesn't matter what kind of wine you have, the key is to be happy, one old and one young, hand over the glass, pull and pull, and let out bursts of laughter from time to time.

Just as he was drinking happily, the door suddenly opened, and Yang Fang strode in with a few side dishes and a bottle of liquor in his hand.

As soon as he saw Wang Baoyu looking at him in surprise with a red head and a red face, Yang Fang immediately straightened his face and said unhappily: "When I saw the good car outside, I guessed that it was your kid who came, showing off something." ”

Yang's words were like a basin of cold water, which made Wang Baoyu's good mood just now suddenly dissipate without a trace, and he asked with an ugly face: "Secretary Yang, there is no rule that I, a suspended cadre, can't drive a good car!" ”

"Yes, there are no rules, but it won't do you any good to do it." Yang Fang still said unceremoniously.

Wang Baoyu was puzzled, didn't Yang Fang have already retired, why did he start teaching himself a lesson again? It is probably because this little old man has not yet figured out his position, and still regards himself as the party secretary of the town.

"Don't quarrel with the two of you, one party, come and sit down and have a drink together." Yang Hongjun waved at Yang Fang nonchalantly. Yang Fang came with wine and food, he must have come down from the official position, he was a little depressed, and he wanted to drink and chat with his uncle.

However, Yang Yifang put down the wine and food and said, "Uncle, I have already eaten." ”

Yang Hongjun said with a smile: "What are you doing here for dinner, sit down, I'll get you a pair of chopsticks, sit down!" With that, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

There were only two people left in the living room who had pimples in their hearts, uncomfortable eating, and uncomfortable standing. Yang Yifang walked around, flipped over to the Linjiang Immortal, looked carefully, showed a surprised expression on his face, and said to Yang Hongjun in the kitchen: "Uncle, your calligraphy is really perfect now." ”

Yang Hongjun came over with chopsticks and said happily: "This is a good job, right?" ”

Yang Fang nodded vigorously and said, "It's not just good, it's perfect, it's impeccable." Look at this pen so smooth, as if thrown from the sky, the whole article is done in one go, with the pen unrestrained, natural, it is like divine help. Uncle, your current calligraphy is not worse than that upheaval! ”

Yang Hongjun heard laughing, patted Yang Fangfang's shoulder and said, "How dare I compare with those others, it's just to entertain myself." You can also look at this article, I gave it to Xiao Wang. ”

As soon as Wang Baoyu was mentioned, Yang Fangfang's mood immediately deteriorated, put down the word, and sat down with his uncle with a gloomy face. Wang Baoyu was also uncomfortable on the side, it seemed that he casually recited two limerick poems, and he didn't talk about the old man's heart at all, or the Yang side knew calligraphy, which was indeed better than himself.

A few dishes bought by Yang Fang were also put on the plate, but a young man Wang Baoyu was inserted between his uncle and nephew, and Yang Fang was a little uncomfortable, so he took a sip of wine and chewed the vegetables at will.

Since he is in Yang Hongjun's house, Wang Baoyu can't say anything unpleasant to Yang Fangfang, and besides, Yang Fang has retreated, and he no longer poses a threat to himself, and he can't be endless.

Wang Baoyu suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, got up and poured a full glass of wine for Yang Fangfang, stood up at the same time, raised his glass and said: "Secretary Yang, I am young and ignorant, and I have caused you a lot of trouble, this glass of wine can be regarded as an apology." ”

Wang Baoyu's words make it impossible to tell whether it is a real apology, or a fake politeness that is still with resentment and knocking on the side. Without waiting for Yang to speak, Yang Hongjun frowned and said, "Xiao Wang, sit down and drink, this is my house, there is no secretary, and there is no mayor." ”

Wang Baoyu had no choice but to sit down, Yang Fang thought for a moment, and then raised his glass and said, "Wang Baoyu, I know that you have a misunderstanding of me, and I can't drink this glass of wine." ”

Wang Baoyu was swept up, put down the wine glass quite depressed, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, and then frowned and said: "Secretary Yang, this is not a misunderstanding, you are biased against me, it is a fact." ”

Yang Hongjun saw the two of them look like bears, his face turned red, he was really angry, slapped the table and said, "You two, just make your words clear here today, and if you don't explain it, no one is allowed to go home." ”

Yang Fang said unhappily: "Uncle, what is there to say." I have a clear conscience on the Yang side, and I don't care what I can't understand. ”

Wang Baoyu also caught fire on the side, and fought back: "Love to talk or not, I didn't come here to listen to someone." ”

You! Yang Fang slapped the table angrily, glared at Wang Baoyu with fire in his eyes, and was about to have a seizure, when suddenly he let out an oops, and his forehead was knocked hard by Yang Hongjun's knuckles. Yang Fang said with some embarrassment: "Uncle, what are you doing here, I'm not a child." ”

Yang Hongjun said with an iron face: "I see that you are not sensible yet!" Dare to slap the table in front of me! ”