The three of them simply ate a bite to eat and continued on their way. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the car entered Pingchuan City, and through inquiries all the way, Wang Baoyu and others finally came to the Party School of the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee. This is a campus with a large area, with several teaching buildings and dormitories, and there are flowers, grasses, trees and rockeries in the open space, and the environment is clean and solemn.

A place like a party school is of extraordinary significance to leading cadres. Almost every year, the leaders have to go here for a period of time to retreat and study, which is not only a place to cultivate the consciousness of party spirit among party members and cadres, but also a second classroom for leaders.

Wang Baoyu drove the car to the main teaching building, parked in the parking space with the white line drawn, and then strode in with Yang Hongjun and the others, standing up with a straight waist.

The reception staff at the door saw Yang Hongjun and his party, and hurriedly came over to help, Yang Hongjun politely declined, and said with a smile: "Young man, busy with your go, my legs are still working for the past two days!" The reception staff let go with a smile.

I saw a red carpet in the hall, and directly opposite was a red propaganda display board, which read "Pingchuan City's First Party Building Art Exchange Pen Meeting and Art Exhibition" in white letters, and the lower right corner marked the organizer and the organizer, which were the Pingchuan Municipal Party Committee and the Pingchuan Municipal Party School. Underneath the display panel is a wooden platform with several delicate flower baskets placed underneath.

Wang Baoyu couldn't help but admire, this big place is different, the party school here, the decoration is better than the Funing County Government, it can be seen from the organizers on the exhibition board that this is a large-scale art event organized by the government, no wonder Yang Hongjun is such a proud person, will also be interested in participating.

"Old Yang!" The three of them were looking around, only to hear a loud voice, and when they looked back, a white-haired old man in good spirits waved his hand and walked over to the three excitedly.

"Haha! Old horse, you old thing is still alive! Yang Hongjun laughed and greeted him.

"Aren't you so fucking strong!" The old man named Lao Ma also laughed, and stepped forward to give Yang Hongjun a warm hug.

"There is no comparison with you city people, we are the same age, look at you, the thin skin and tender flesh are at least ten years younger than me." Yang Hongjun patted the old horse on the shoulder and said.

"Lao Yang, you are burying me, and you can't do it, and you can't go up to the fifth floor in one breath." The old horse waved his hand and sighed.

"It shouldn't be a problem to climb up, right?" Yang Hongjun asked.

"You're just climbing upstairs!" The old horse said with a glare.

Yang Hongjun said in surprise: "Haven't you been crawling all the time?" Got old and got up? ”

Only then did the old horse come to his senses, and he snorted angrily and said, "You are the eighth king!" ”

Yang Hongjun was not angry, hehe was straightforward. I only heard Lao Ma say again: "Lao Yang, have you heard of it, our head of the regiment, it was just gone a few days ago." After saying this, Lao Ma's face showed a slight gloom, and his words also showed a sad taste.

"We old things always occupy a place, so it won't delay the development of young people, damn it!" Yang Hongjun said calmly.

Li Keren giggled when he heard it, and said to Wang Baoyu: "See, only artists have such a broad mind, unlike the sentimental people of the world." ”

"Who are these two?" The old horse, who had regained his composure, remembered to ask the two people brought by Yang Hongjun.

"My name is Li Keren, and it's a pleasure to meet you." The landlady stepped forward and said politely.

"Xiao Li is a female artist, whether it is painting or calligraphy, the level is not low!" Yang Hongjun introduced.

"Yes, it's really rare to have such a deep attainment at such a young age. Fortunately! Fortunately! Lao Ma shook hands politely and asked Wang Baoyu: "This young man is also an artist?" ”

"He's an artist who paints on bed sheets." Before Wang Baoyu could answer, Li Keren laughed.

"Oh! That's pretty distinctive, young man, how did you come up with that? Is it depiction or splash ink? Lao Ma was stunned for a moment, believed it, and asked very curiously.

Li Keren couldn't hold back a laugh and said, "It's neither, he only draws one, and that's the map!" ”

This time, even Yang Hongjun couldn't help laughing, and the old horse blinked his eyes, and he also came back to his senses and laughed.

Wang Baoyu said quite embarrassedly: "Hello Ma Lao, my name is Wang Baoyu, I am a small cadre, I don't know art, and I am responsible for driving for Teacher Yang and Miss Li this time." ”

Lao Ma asked enthusiastically: "Art can cultivate sentiment, are you also interested in art?" ”

Wang Baoyu said with a smile: "I have some interest, but I work a lot on weekdays, and I don't have much time to study." When Li Keren heard this, he muttered in a disdainful whisper, hypocrisy!

"Oh, where?" The old horse asked again.

"Ants wear tofu and can't lift it. Funing County Political Research Office. Wang Baoyu said politely.

"What a place! Xiao Wang, work hard, youth is capital! The old horse said.

Lao Ma led three people to register, and the registration office assigned a single room to each of the three people, during which Li Keren chose a long time for whether the room was facing the sun and whether the number was auspicious, and finally Wang Baoyu and Li Keren went back to the house to rest, and Yang Hongjun followed Lao Ma to meet his old comrades.

Now that he has come to Pingchuan City, Wang Baoyu is of course most worried about Cheng Xueman, who is studying here, and wants to see her. This time, Wang Baoyu did not call Cheng Xueman's bedroom directly, but directly paged Cheng Xueman, saying that he had arrived in Pingchuan City and asked her to call back.

After a while, Wang Baoyu's eldest brother rang, Wang Baoyu happily picked it up, but when he heard the voice, he was a little disappointed, it was not Cheng Xueman calling, but Jiaojiao from the Huasheng pager.

"Brother Wang, I just went to work and heard that you came to Pingchuan City." Jiaojiao said on the phone with some excitement.

"Why did I become a celebrity at your pager?" Wang Baoyu asked puzzled.

Jiaojiao choked for a while, it was she who told the mobile phone number of the sisters Wang Baoyu in Taili, saying that once she found out that this mobile phone number came to Pingchuan City, she would tell her, because of this, the sisters always joked about her.

Jiaojiao didn't answer Wang Baoyu's question directly, and asked again: "Brother Wang, do you want to have a meal together at night?" By the way, I'll give you back the money. ”

"I don't need to! I came to the Party School of the Municipal Party Committee to participate in an event, and there will be a unified arrangement here in the evening. Don't worry about money, you can use it first! Wang Baoyu excused himself.

"Alright then!" Jiaojiao was quite disappointed, and asked unwillingly: "Then before you leave, can you meet with me?" ”