This was destined to be a sleepless night. Desire had erupted like a volcano. Two hot bodies were rolling on the bed, talking in various postures. All the words turned into trembling under the fingertips, high and loud notes between the throat, and endless killing.

From gentleness to wildness, from silence to outbreak, and repeated, this long night has been shattered and broken.

At around five o'clock in the morning, the two were exhausted, but they were still kissing each other constantly. Until it was gradually brighter outside, Li Qingmei reluctantly broke free from Wang Siyu's arms, quietly put on her nightgown, walked to the door, lowered her head and said nothing.

Wang Siyu walked slowly over, hugged her from behind, and gently kissed her earlobe. Li Qingmei turned around and hugged Wang Siyu silently. After a while, she lowered her head, tiptoed, and bit Wang Siyu's shoulder hard, then pushed him open, opened the door, and walked out quietly.

Sniffing the faint fragrance in the air, Wang Siyu slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders, and shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that he could not go to see Li Qingmei off, otherwise Li Qingxuan would definitely notice something strange. At this time, he was already sleepy and tired, and could no longer hold on. After closing the door, he slowly walked back to the bed and lay down straight. Soon, he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Wang Siyu took out his phone from under his pillow, but found that the phone was out of power. He changed the battery of the phone. When he turned on the machine, he heard a few whirls, and three text messages popped up inside. He opened and read them, but they all had the same content, with only three words "Forget me not."

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After the long holiday, the empty courtyard of the Provincial Party School became lively again. People seemed to have not yet walked out of the long holiday. Many people had a hint of fatigue on their faces, and from their expressions, they were a little listless. This is the so-called holiday syndrome. It takes at least three or five days to adapt to normal life.

At 7:30 in the morning, Wang Siyu walked into the courtyard in a suit, but saw many people surrounding the public notice board at the door. He came to the crowd and stood on tiptoe to look forward, but found a red notice posted on the public notice board. It was a list of violations of discipline and handling decisions from some time ago. There were no department-level cadres inside. Four department-level cadres and more than a dozen department-level cadres violated discipline against the law, and they were severely dealt with.

Wang Siyu looked for it on the list, but he didn't find any cadres he knew on it, so he raised his legs and walked towards the classroom. He still sat to the last row as usual, took out the class notes from his bag and placed them on the table, and the signature pen turned around on his fingers. The plain days were turned over like water.

The GCT exam at the end of October was very smooth, but the paper required by the professor was not well written. Although it was published in the Party School journal, it did not appear in the West China Daily. This somewhat disappointed Wang Siyu, but after carefully reading the paper published above, Wang Siyu was still very convinced. Although the text expression of the paper was a little rough, the content was very insightful and he had his own unique insights on many rural issues.

The author of this paper is the deputy secretary of the town party committee from a suburban county, named Huang Yongxin. Wang Siyu secretly remembered this name in his heart. In the next few days, he specifically looked for opportunities to meet this honest and simple middle-aged man and asked him humbly many questions. In Wang Siyu's eyes, those cadres from the grassroots level have rich work experience, and their views on some issues are often more convincing than those of many experts and professors.

Huang Yongxin is also very easy to get along with. After drinking a few times, he started to be brothers with Wang Siyu. This is not because he is shallow, but because he is so arrogant and straightforward. If you treat him a little bit better, he must treat you ten thousand, otherwise it would be like you. The two of them became familiar with each other, and Wang Siyu also knew a little about him, knowing that he had been a deputy secretary for three terms in the town, and was always dismissed when he was elected for a new secretary.

Wang Siyu was very sympathetic to his experience, but he knew that at the grassroots level, such things were actually very common. Huang Yongxin was not the first, and definitely not the last one.

That morning, Wang Siyu always felt that someone was peeping at him while class was in class, and his eyes were full of curiosity. The feeling was very uncomfortable. He quietly swept around himself and touched his face again, but he didn't find anything unusual. It was not until lunch that the mystery was solved by a section chief named Liu from the Yuzhou Municipal Party Committee Office. He sent a West China Daily report to Wang Siyu. Wang Siyu put down the bowl of rice in his hand, took the newspaper, looked down and found his name on the third page.

It was a "list of top ten young cadres on duty in the province" provided by the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department. Wang Siyu's name was listed. Although the ranking was not high, it was only ranked ninth, but it was enough to surprise Wang Siyu. He looked carefully and saw that the above briefly introduced his performance during his time in Qingyang County. Although there were not many words, the lines were filled with praise. Not only did it quote the eight-character comments from the county party secretary Su Yuanshan, but also the voice of Zhang Baoku, an ordinary worker at the Tianpeng Dairy Production Base. Staring at the sensational words of Zhang Baoku, Wang Siyu couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that if these two fools could speak such a skillful word, the mute who cleaned the sanitary.

Wang Siyu shook with the newspaper, and secretly speculated in his heart that this was probably a honor that Zhou Songlin won for him, and it was a little compensation. After all, when he competed for the executive deputy county magistrate of Qingyang County last time, the old man actually indirectly sacrificed his own interests in order to make Mayor Xiang's capable general Ma Gangji successfully become the county magistrate. Although Zhou Songlin didn't say anything on the surface, he probably felt a little guilty.

Wang Siyu smiled and shook his head. How could he care so much about the old man? Zhou Songlin's weight in his mind was extremely heavy, and only Fang Ruhai could compare with him. Wang Siyu turned his eyes upward and saw that the young cadres who were ranked first had almost one common feature, that is, they came from the same place. The original units were all the Provincial Youth League Committee or the Municipal Youth League Committee. This is actually a very normal phenomenon. After all, the Communist Youth League is the main battlefield for cultivating young cadres. The Youth League organizations at all levels have a large number of young talents. It is not uncommon for them to stand out among the cadres on duty.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some children of high-ranking officials used the Communist Youth League as a springboard. After entering the threshold of the Communist Youth League, they were promoted very quickly and would not cause criticism from the public. Deputy department-level cadres in their twenties would be very eye-catching in other departments and easily cause public outcry. However, in the League, it is very common. There are many deputy ministerial-level cadres in the twenty-eighth and nineteen are also present. They are just hidden deeply and are not known to the people. After these people have finished gilding in this Qingshui Yamen with no power, they will try every means to seek the opportunity for decentralization. Once they are successfully decentralized, they will easily find a real power position that matches the level.

Wang Siyu frowned and flipped the newspaper in his hand, turning it straight to the front page. His attention was immediately attracted by the headlines. The title of the news was "West China Province large-scale selection of young cadres to work in counties, cities and districts."

The main text of the news states that in order to implement the spirit of the national and provincial organizational work conferences, further establish the employment orientation of cultivating and selecting cadres at the grassroots level, and through practical links, the Provincial Party Committee recently decided to select a group of young cadres at the deputy division level or above from provincial units and some universities to conduct one and a half-time job training in 106 counties (cities, districts) across the province.

Wang Siyu patiently finished reading the news, but was surprised to find Zhou Yuan's name from the first selected cadres. Only then did he remember that Zhou Yuan was the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee when he was at West China University. He became the secretary of the Youth League Committee when he graduated. West China University is a department-level school. Zhou Yuan's administrative level is already at the level of department. The past six months to the Provincial Education Commission may be just a transition. In this way, Zhou Songlin appeared to be indifferent to this daughter, but in fact he had paved the way. This was the preparation for a daughter to inherit her father's business. Wang Siyu couldn't help but admire this old man Zhou, and always handled the matter without saying a word. I'm afraid even Zhou Yuan himself was kept in the dark. This is really a skill. Otherwise, how could he say that he was old and a spirit? Wang Siyu felt that compared with these old foxes, he was too young...

There was still no class in the Party School in the afternoon, but there was a friendly basketball game, which was a township class challenging the county class. Although it was a friendly game, there was a lot of gunpowder on the court. After only less than twenty minutes of playing, three people were injured. Wang Siyu came on as a substitute in the middle for three minutes. He seized the opportunity and shot four three-pointers in one go.

Although Wang Siyu felt that the hand felt good, the basket seemed to have a lid, and he brushed the basket every time, and failed to hit any of the four three-pointers. He was planning to change his routine and mainly pass the ball, but the coach had already lost patience with him. So Wang Siyu was replaced in depressedly. Fortunately, Yu Hongye, deputy chief of the Urban Construction Department of the Donghu District Urban Planning Bureau, performed well. Not only did he grab the rebounds well, he also injured the opponent's absolute main force in a reasonable collision, which made the township team narrowly win with three points.

After the game, Wang Siyu quickly applauded warmly and welcomed the hero Triumph. Yu Hongye limped over with the basketball in his arms and smiled bitterly at Wang Siyu: "Section Chief Wang, if you scored two less three points, we would have won."

Wang Siyu was also extremely depressed. He snatched the basketball in his hand and took off again one step outside the three-point line. He threw the basketball out. With a swish, the basketball was hollowed into the net. A boo suddenly came from the field. Wang Siyu scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I didn't master the starting point just now."

Yu Hongye was laughing, but saw two wounded men in the county department looking at him. He was afraid that the other party would use force, so he hurriedly pulled Wang Siyu out with an extremely intimate attitude and walked to the gate of the party school. The two stood there and chatted for a few words before leaving separately.

In the afternoon, Wang Siyu was taking a nap, but was woken up by a ringtone in his cell phone. When he answered it, he found that it was called by Zou Hai, deputy director of the Organization Department of Qingzhou City. This was the first time since the two broke up in Qingyang. Wang Siyu hurriedly answered the phone and greeted each other enthusiastically. After all, they all came from Qingyang and had several deep conversations. Wang Siyu still has a lot of feelings for Zou Hai, and Zou Hai’s current position is extremely important. Although Wang Siyu does not need to please him, there is no need to seem too distant.

The two first recalled the days they worked together on the phone, and then talked about each other's recent situation. Zou Hai coughed and said mysteriously: "Congratulations to County Magistrate Xiao Wang."

Wang Siyu was slightly stunned, not knowing where his joy came from. After pondering for a while, he finally woke up. It was probably that the other party had already read the West China Daily and smiled and said, "It's just a false reputation, not worth mentioning."

His words made Zou Hai on the other side of the phone strange. Zou Hai hesitated for a moment, but still didn't make it clear. He just said softly: "County Magistrate Xiaowang, everyone will go around more in the future and strive for common progress."

Wang Siyu hurriedly beat him up and said softly: "That's certain, I will rely on your brother to support you in the future."

After hearing this, Zou Hai quickly lowered his voice and said, "County Magistrate Xiaowang is joking, everyone is taking care of each other."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Siyu couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Zou Hai was speechless, sounding like he was implying something. Thinking of the other party's identity, Wang Siyu became even more suspicious. Could it be that his place of destination has changed?

His suspicion was quickly confirmed. In the next three or five days, Wang Siyu received calls from Xie Rongting and Du Feng respectively. Unlike Zou Hai, Xie Rongting told him bluntly, saying that the inspection team of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department went to Qingyang County to investigate Wang Siyu's performance during his tenure. He just left in the morning. It is estimated that the investigation team will soon talk to County Mayor Wang and ask County Mayor Wang to prepare.

Du Feng's call was even more direct, and he smiled and said, "Brother Wang, you're going to be promoted. When are you planning to treat me?"

Wang Siyu smiled bitterly and said, "I still don't know what's going on. It seems that the whole world knows it, and the organization hides it from me alone."

Du Feng laughed twice and whispered: "Why don't you call the old man quickly. He is really popular this time. He said that you have a hard wing and want to fly solo..."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Siyu repeatedly called for justice. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly called Zhou Songlin and explained anxiously: "Old man, I really don't know about this. I didn't think about leaving you."

Zhou Songlin did not get angry after hearing this, but sighed softly and said in a deep voice: "Take time to come back, let's have a good chat. The water in the provincial capital is too deep, and I'm still a little worried about you."

Wang Siyu was moved and held his cell phone and was silent for a while. After a long time, he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and whispered: "Old man, has Teacher Zhou gone to see you?"

Zhou Songlin smiled, took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "You did a good thing, and I didn't drink my wine in vain."

The two chatted for a while, and Wang Siyu hung up the phone. He always felt that this was strange. After thinking about it for a while, he called Fang Ruhai and told the matter. Fang Ruhai was also surprised when he heard it, and said, "Wait first, I'll let Rujing ask."

Fang Rujing used to be the executive vice minister of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department. It is naturally the most suitable thing for him to understand this kind of thing. Less than ten minutes later, Fang Ruhai called over and asked in confusion: "Xiaoyu, when did you know Jiao Nanting?"

Wang Siyu was confused and said in confusion: "Who is Jiao Nanting?"

Fang Ruhai said softly: "Jiao Nanting is the secretary of Meng Chao, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee. He said hello this time. If you think about it carefully, do you really don't know him?"

Wang Siyu pondered for a while before frowned and said, "I had a paper published in an internal journal of the Party School. Could it be that Secretary Meng is attracted to me?"

Fang Ruhai thought about it and felt that this was possible. Because a manuscript was appreciated by the leader, it was a common thing. He smiled and comforted: "No matter what, this is a good thing for you. Don't think too much. If the new position is not suitable for you, I will just let Rujing transfer you to the city."

Wang Siyu smiled and said, "I dare not cause trouble for my second uncle anymore. In fact, it's the same wherever I go, just do it well."

Fang Ruhai was very satisfied with Wang Siyu's answer. He had also thought of transferring Wang Siyu to Yuzhou to develop, but he still felt that the flowers and plants in the greenhouse could not withstand the wind and rain. Now he took too much care of Wang Siyu, which has caused him to suffer more. At this age, he should have suffered more under the throne, so he did not do it deliberately.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Siyu stood in front of the window, staring at the pomegranate trees at the western wall, and fell into deep thought. This change was really unexpected. He would not have thought of the Yu family. After all, the capital is the Yu family's sphere of influence. They could not reach their hands to Yuzhou through thousands of mountains and rivers, unless the respected old man spoke in person, but Wang Siyu knew that he could not do such a thing.

But if you think about it carefully, Wang Siyu felt relieved because he really didn't want to go to Qingyang County to deal with Su Yuanshan. In fact, isn't this change now exactly what he has always hoped for?
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