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    It was not late, and the bustling areas of the capital were very lively.  In the southwest of the capital, a certain area fell into silence just after dark.  In this area, there is a two-story building hidden among the trees.  From the outside, this building has been around for some time, and the overall color looks dull.  Compared with some ordinary buildings in the capital, there seems to be nothing special.  However, when you walk along the wall to the iron gate and enter the closed house, you can find a different world.  The scenery inside is very different from ordinary wealthy families' homes.  There is a tall locust tree with a thick trunk on both sides of the entrance.  There are many flowers and plants planted on the side of the yard wall, but it is winter now, so there are no flowers.  There are several pomegranate trees planted in front of the small building, and there is a dry pomegranate on one of the tall branches.  A path paved with large green bricks leads directly from the gate to the front of the small building.  There is a large grape trellis set up in the yard on the right. The greenery in summer is gone, and only the bare and winding branches are left.  There is a large bluestone round table under the grape trellis, and there is a volume of books forgotten by the owner on the stone table.  There are several stone benches scattered around. The carvings of the stone benches are crude and simple.  There is a black car parked on the lawn on the left. There is only a vague outline in the night. It is easy to miss it if you don¡¯t look carefully at night.  Next to the small building is a row of bungalows.  Although it is a bungalow, this bungalow is different from the bungalows of people in the suburbs outside.  Green tiles and blue bricks are uniform.  All are inlaid with clean and bright glass windows.  Several rooms in the bungalow are lit with orange lights, and the light shines through the glass windows.  It vaguely reflects the ground.  From the scene in this yard, we can see that the identity of the owner is unusual.  The moon, which is not round enough, hangs in the sky, and its faint and cold light shines.  The courtyard at night.  There was no sound of anyone speaking, only the slightest bit of cold wind passing by, making it extremely quiet.  The lights were on on the first and second floors of the small building, and the sound of TV programs could be heard faintly from the first floor.  The silence was not broken until a car arrived outside the door.  A man got off the car and knocked lightly on the iron ring of the iron door, making a clear dinging sound.  Soon a tall figure walked out of the bungalow.  When you get to the door.  He turned on a door light, saw the person standing outside clearly, and nodded in response.  Then he opened the iron door.  The car slowly drove into the yard, its dazzling car lights cut through the darkness, and stopped next to the black car.  The people in the car got out of the car and quickly walked into the small building.  As soon as you enter the door.  I feel that the temperature inside and outside is very different.  It's cold and windy outside.  It's as warm as spring inside.  There is a charcoal basin placed at two corners of the room, and the charcoal fire inside is still glowing with a faint red light.  The person sitting on the sofa had already jumped up and came to Lin Kuan's side. One hand was already holding Lin Kuan's arm, and a crisp voice called "Brother Ninth."  The person who spoke was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face and big, lively eyes.  The girl called ¡®Brother Ninth¡¯, which was the ranking among the cousins ??of the Lin family.  Lin Kuan smiled and gently rubbed the girl's hair.  No words were spoken.  Take a few steps forward and bend your waist slightly.  He politely greeted a sitting woman as "Auntie."  The woman has a fair complexion and an extraordinary appearance, showing a graceful demeanor.  After looking at Lin Kuan for a few times, a smile appeared on his face, "Kuan'er, why are you free to come home today? Don't you think it's not fun when God calls you here?"  This is Uncle Lin Kuan's wife, surnamed Jiang.  "That's right, Ninth Brother hasn't been here for a long time." The girl shook Lin Kuan's arm.  Lin Kuan smiled and did not answer. The girl pulled Brother Jiu to sit down on the sofa.  Mrs. Lin smiled and called "Aunt Zhao" inside.  An ordinary-looking woman in her forties walked out of the back room.  "Kuan'er, if you don't like tea, then have a cup of coffee, sweeter." "I want it too," the girl said next to her.  The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded towards Lin Kuan, with a look of respect on her face.  This is a staff that has been trained to treat every visitor with respect.  What's more, Lin Kuan is the close nephew of the owner of the family.  The TV in the room is a large color TV. It looks like it is not very new, it was there a few years ago.  A few years ago, televisions were not allowed to be sold in stores. Even if they were sold, they were not affordable for any common people.  There is a TV, indicating that this family has a very high-level cadre.  Of course, Lin Kuan also has it at home, so it¡¯s not unusual.  The classic old TV series "Wasted Years" is currently playing on the TV.  Just then the theme song started playing.  The years of youth are like a river, and the river of years merges into a song.  A song, a depressing song, a song made of sweat and tears, there are so many melancholy and dejections.    A song, an uplifting song, a song that I have been pursuing in the wasted years, there are so many longings and yearnings "Hey, it's pretty good-looking!" Lin Kuan patiently watched with him.  For a while, I was attracted by the performance inside.  I made up my mind to find a way to get it when I go back.  ¡°That¡¯s right, I also want to learn from Du Jianchun,¡± the girl said beside her.  This pure and noble love once deeply moved a generation.  "Nonsense!" Mrs. Lin was watching the TV series. She was still moved by the love between the protagonists Ke Bizhou and Du Jianchun just now, but when she heard her daughter say this, she immediately changed her position.  What if my daughter is like this too?  "Why not?" The girl didn't show any weakness and started to argue with her mother.  It is said that a good young man like Ke Bizhou is worthy of love, and this kind of love is true love.  What does it mean to suffer and suffer for love?  "Do you think you can be full if you drink water?" Mrs. Lin wanted to correct her daughter's point of view.  "Uh-huh, uh-huh." Lin Kuan sat in the middle, caught between the two firepower nets, and coughed a few times.  "Okay, Kuan'er, you are looking for your uncle, so just go up," Mrs. Lin said.  Lin Kuan was waiting for this sentence.  It¡¯s no big deal to help anyone.  Doesn't helping aunt destroy love?  To help my sister, isn't it to endure hardship?  After going upstairs, Lin Kuan went straight to the study on the east side of the second floor. When he knocked on the door, he called out, "Uncle Wu, it's me, Xiao Kuan." "Come in," a voice came from inside.  In the room, a middle-aged man of medium height, slightly fat body and deep demeanor was sitting in front of the desk.  Seeing Lin Kuan coming in, he turned slightly.  Lin Kuan felt dizzy as soon as he entered the house.  Without him, there are books everywhere in the house.  The desk in front of the middle-aged man is still neatly stacked with information.  There were stacks of documents that needed his review and signature.  "Uncle, I'm busy." Lin Kuan was at a loss for words.  The middle-aged man took a deep look at Lin Kuan and smiled, "Xiao Kuan, uncle knows that you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I'm busy. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'll listen." Hehe, Lin Kuan knows.  own virtue.  Tonight at Lao Mo's party, after discussing with Ming Zi, he was not interested in dancing or anything like that.  Lin Kuan was a quick-tempered person, so he came right away.  "No." After listening to Lin Kuan's words, the fifth uncle refused without hesitation, "Xiao Kuan, uncle is just talking about you and is going to arrange for you to work in a department of the ministry." "Uncle" Lin Kuan smiled bitterly and immediately said  Played the family card.  This fifth uncle only had two daughters. Lin Kuan was a flexible man and was deeply loved by this fifth uncle.  This was also the reason why Lin Kuan dared to visit him. If it were his father and several other uncles, Lin Kuan would have fled long ago.  I heard Lin Kuan talk about his invention Xiao Mingzi.  On Uncle Wu's expressionless face, his eyebrows moved, but he remained noncommittal.  Until Lin Kuan mentioned Brother Junzi.  "Ye Jianjun?" Uncle Wu spoke.  "Ah, it's Brother Jun," Lin Kuan responded.  Xiao Kuan¡¯s suggestions were all unpopular, but when it came to Ye Jianjun, Uncle Wu could not be ignored.  The rising star of the Ye family!  He is also a rising star in Chinese politics.  The Ye family is one of the top families in China, and the Lin family is more than a step behind.  The relationship between the Lin family and the Ye family is very good, and most of the political opinions are dominated by the Ye family.  Uncle Wu had a keen eye, and the Ye family sent Ye Jianjun to Lingnan, far away from the capital, to train the next generation of successors.  What's rare is that Xiaokuan has been following Ye Jianjun since he was a child.  No matter what his purpose is, Xiao Kuan has the intention to help Ye Jianjun. In the long run, it is an emotional investment and a political investment.  Uncle Wu was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "Xiao Kuan, let me ask you about this." (To be continued)
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