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    Yan Jiaqing dances and Zhao Jiaqing thinks not to engage in politics.  This is a sentence that has been circulating in Beijing¡¯s upper-level political circles since I don¡¯t know. It may be with some regret, or it may be with some luck. Whether it is the former or the latter, the invisible message conveyed by this sentence is enough to prove that these two  A woman's weight in Beijing's political circles.

    Perhaps it has something to do with the high power and position of their ancestors and fathers. These two, known as the two brightest political stars of the fourth generation of red blood, are rising in the land of China under the spotlight.

    Yan Qingwu boldly entered politics three years ago and was directly transferred to the National People's Government to serve in the Office of Special Affairs for the Tibetan People. In just three years, she was promoted from the deputy position to the head of the office. This woman's political skills are first and foremost.  Heaven was fully revealed when it came to office.

    Relying on the family's strong political connections, he entered the country from Beijing with a transcendent status, almost as an imperial envoy. The local officials who were originally wary of this girl no longer dared to look down upon Yan Qingwu after seeing her methods.  This seemingly small girl has a way of making people feel frightened.

    Zhao Shidao said that perhaps the first female prime minister of the future Republic will be between these two women. This sentence is absolutely impossible to be unreasonable.

    She still has long hair, and it seems that it has never changed. Even the friendly and slightly arrogant smile on her face is still repelling people thousands of miles away. In any aspect and from any angle, she ubiquitously announces to the world that this woman is cold and aloof.  .

    He is still slightly frivolous, and the almost careless vicissitudes of life on his face with some stubble give this man an almost fatal charm. A man in his forties is the most charming man. After experiencing the glitz and glitz of life, he has settled down.  When it comes out clearly, the man's vicissitudes of life and sophistication will be gathered in a pair of slightly scarred eyes. There is a faint smell of smoke, unlike others' pungent smell, the smell of smoke on his body is very friendly.

    Just standing quietly, looking at each other, Yan Qingwu pulled her luggage. She did not expect that the person who picked her up at the airport was not her family but the man who had disappeared for three years.

    She never believed that this man would disappear. She clearly worked hard for this man in the most remote corner of China. Although it seemed ridiculous to her former self, Yan Qingwu had to admit that she was working hard for this man.  Everything, even risking his own life for him.

    The distance between the two gradually narrowed.

    Ye Wudao walked slowly to the opposite side of Yan Qingwu, stretched out his hand and said, "You're back."

    Nodding, Yan Qingwu gently placed her hand on the man's palm. This warmth had been released for three years, and a faint, slight touch made the sensibility of her womanly nature quietly sprout.

    They didn't hug each other and cry in excitement, nor did they talk incoherently about missing each other. The two simply greeted each other and then left the airport hand in hand. From the beginning to the end, they were very calm because they  They all know each other.  No words, no words, natural and flawless.

    "Are you okay?" Yan Qingwu let the man's palm wrap her hand, and put the luggage on it at the airport gate. Soon a black car with a Beijing Military Region license plate came over, and a man got out and carried the luggage.  After getting in the car, they left consciously, and the two continued walking along Airport Avenue.

    "Fortunately, it's only three years, which is a long time. If it hadn't been for this incident, maybe I wouldn't have been able to bear it." To an appropriate extent, telling a little lie that the other party likes but is harmless is a very subtle trick.  A technique to close the distance between two people. Neither party will care about the authenticity of this kind of words, or they will consciously ignore them. As long as they like to listen to it and feel that it is heartwarming, then the purpose has been achieved.

    The smile on Yan Qingwu's face that had never disappeared from the beginning became deeper and clearer, and she said: "That's a pity, **, you can't appreciate the vastness and majesty without going there in person. I still  I remember when I first stood in front of the Potala Palace, I felt a kind of piety, an impulse of pilgrimage that transcends the concept of religion. It is a belief in nature and heaven from the depths of human souls.  "

    ¡°Since the beginning of sacrifices in ancient times, human beings have had a sincere reverence for God, and this kind of reverence through praying to God through sacrifices is actually a pilgrimage of human faith. Since the first pilgrimage, this kind of respect for God has  The illusory awe of God began to spread and become concrete. Religion appeared. Religious belief. In fact, the return of all the people to their religion is nothing more than human beings' reverence for God. Just as no religion can separate itself from God. God has decreed everything.  , the outcome is already doomed, and all we can do is to perfect the majestic process of life." Ye Wudao did not hide his disdain and disdain for his own arguments at all, and the harshness leaked from the corner of his mouth was almost the essence.

    "God has decreed everything, and the outcome is already doomed. All we can do is to improve human beings."It's still a battlefield, and you have no chance of winning, both before and now.  "Ye Hetu's words were merciless. Just like his usual cynical manner, he showed no mercy in front of this dying opponent or the opponent from twenty years ago. Both sides knew the fact.  That is, this kind of mercy is actually charity. As proud as Zhao Shidao, why did he need these two words to whitewash his final death?

    "I'm glad that Ning Bing can be happy. In fact, if Ning Bing is not really happy, even if you get married, it doesn't mean that I can be willing to stay in Beijing." Zhao Shidao's eyes seemed to have regained a little luster, and then  Staring at Yang Ningbing, he said, "Ye Wudao is outstanding."

    Yang Ningbing chuckled and nodded, with the unique brilliance of a mother who is proud of her son, and said, "He must have caused you a lot of trouble."

    Zhao Shidao has long been accustomed to this kind of implicit politeness, and said with a smile: "It's no trouble, even if it's a big trouble, it's not a trouble, because he is your son."

    "You called Liu Yunxiu and Bunny to come to Beijing to see you?" Ye Hetu sat next to Yang Ningbing, speaking in a questioning but affirmative tone.

    "Yes." Zhao Shidao closed his eyes gently, and then said in an erratic tone: "Give them a final umbrella of protection."

    There was a brief silence in the ward. After a while, Ye Hetu suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go out and light a cigarette." After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back. With his back to Ye Hetu, Yang Ningbing was sitting  She looked a little dazed. She didn't know what Ye Hetu was going to do. This uncontrollable unknown made her very disappointed.

    "You love him." Zhao Shidao didn't know when he opened his eyes, not much. His eyes looking at Yang Ningbing were always warm and mellow.

    "After decades, I can't tell whether I love her or not." Yang Ningbing smiled bitterly and took off her political cloak. She appeared in front of the world as an absolute strong woman with an unknown weakness.

    "Perhaps you have never admitted that you love him, and that you love him very much, even until you die." Zhao Shidao's tone was still calm and indifferent. Although he had no longer hoped for anything, every time he faced this woman,  No matter how complex or uneven his heart is, he will calm down in an instant. Maybe it is a tacit understanding, maybe it is something else. In short, the conversation between the two people is very peaceful. There is not much separation between life and death, but a kind of simplicity.  Chatting with friends is going on, even though they know that they may never see each other again after this time, and parting means farewell forever.

    "But this is the most fascinating thing about you. Even now, I still clearly remember the first time I saw you at the entrance of the Forbidden City in Beijing. It was the words you pointed at the Forbidden City and said that made history.  Vigorous and sad, this palace is wailing every moment. When will the shackles be broken free and the sadness reversed, the nation will truly awaken. This sentence has made me think about it for twenty-five years. Until now." Zhao Shidaoxian  He recalled slowly, then turned to look at the sunshine outside the window, and said softly: "Now my road has come to an end, and your road is still long, but I can't watch you in Beijing."

    Yang Ningbing said lightly: "The past is in the past. We are no longer the you and me we were back then. Things have changed and people have changed. Now, the dust of the past has settled down. I have my husband and my son. I have my husband and my son.  There have only been three men in my life, my father, my husband, and my son. That was the case before, it is now, and it will be in the future."

    "You are always so indifferent and heartless." Zhao Shidao smiled a little bitterly, but he was relieved. It was Yang Ningbing like this who was the woman he had been in love with for twenty-five years. Such a woman, even in the next life, he would  I will still love you, even if it is the same as now, it is destined to have no results.

    To a large extent, Zhao Shidao is different from anyone else. His love tends to be more idealistic. If he can't get it, he will stand in the distance and watch her happiness. He will be very happy and laugh.  Even if his laughter is bloody, he will still smile the whole way.

    When Yang Ningbing came out of Zhao Shidao's ward, she happened to see Ye Wudao and Yan Qingwu walking hand in hand from the other side of the aisle.

    Yan Qingwu knew who the woman opposite with outstanding appearance and temperament was. She was her future mother-in-law. When she thought of the title of future mother-in-law, Yan Qingwu quickly broke away. An urge to flee the scene almost overwhelmed the politician.  Nova is overwhelmed.

    "An ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law, don't worry." Ye Wudao said with a smile, squeezing his anxious little hand.

    "Mom." Ye Wudao walked up to Yang Ningbing, stretched out his hand to hold Yang Ningbing's hand, and said, "Your wife."

    Looking at Yan Qingwu, Yang Ningbing nodded with a smile and said, "Yan Qingwu, I know you, you are very famous recently."

    Yan Qingwu whispered: "Aunt Yang" In terms of fame, Yan Qingwu knew very well that no matter how outstanding she was, she could never be compared with the youngest member of the Central Committee of China in front of her."Aunt Yang" In terms of fame, Yan Qingwu knew very well that no matter how outstanding she was, she could never be compared with the youngest member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China in front of her.
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