Chapter 234: I have the heart but not the strength

It was getting late when they sent Fang Chenying home, so Zeng Yi and the others did not go in to disturb Fang Nanguo. After putting Fang Chenying down, they went to the Beijing Office of Nanjiang Province.

Fang Nanguo was not asleep yet, and was sitting in the living room watching TV. When he saw Fang Chenying coming back with a smell of alcohol, he frowned slightly.

Fang Chenying quickly explained: "I just drank two drinks..."

Fang Nanguo did not bother with this issue. With Tang Haoran and Zeng Yi present, it would be impossible for Chen Ying to drink too much. He ordered someone to warm up a glass of milk.

Fang Chenying sat there and watched TV with Fang Nanguo, and by the way he talked about what happened to the evening.

Fang Nanguo just nodded and said that he was listening, but he didn't say much. In fact, he still had an idea in his heart. He didn't expect that Zhai Haohui and Zeng Yi would be so good. Zhai Haohui could bring his "girlfriend" to the banquet. This was to not avoid suspicion and did not treat Zeng Yi as an outsider. At the same time, Zeng Yi's carefulness also made Fang Nanguo very much appreciated. Even Tang Haoran, the secretary, did not take all the possible situations, but Zeng Yi considered that if he hadn't brought out the gift in time today, Chen Ying would have been rude! Chen Ying was rude, that was the Fang family!

After Fang Chenying finished drinking milk, a news program on TV happened to end. Fang Nanguo stood up and said, "Go to bed early and can't drink so much wine again in the future."

After sticking out his tongue, Fang Chenying got into his room.

The next morning, Zeng Yi and Tang Haoran were having dinner in the restaurant stationed in Beijing. Fang Nanguo went to visit the Beijing boss, and the two didn't have to go with them, so they were a little idle today and were discussing how to pass the day.

Liu Cheng, director of the Beijing Office, walked over with a smile and said, "Our Beijing Office is alone, and the conditions are limited. I specially asked them to cook breakfast according to the taste of Nanjiang. Is it okay?"

"The cook here must have been dug from the canteen of the provincial government. The taste is exactly the same!" Tang Haoran smiled and raised his hand, and greeted: "Secretary General Liu, let's sit down and have something together!"

Zeng Yi got up and wanted to stand up. Liu held it down and said, "Don't pay so much attention to it when eating, eat quickly!"

Liu Cheng, the director of the Provincial Office in Beijing, is also the deputy secretary-general of the Provincial Government Office, so Tang Haoran called him Secretary-General Liu. After receiving the invitation from Tang Haoran, he sat down at this table. The waiter in the restaurant immediately delivered tableware and food.

"I have been busy recently during the holidays. If there is anything wrong with hospitality, I will be more grateful!" Liu Sheng smiled and was kind. His words were not only to Tang Haoran, the provincial party secretary, and Zeng Yi. He must have made friends with the provincial party secretary, but yesterday he saw the guard group people coming to pick Zeng Yi up at the airport. He dared not underestimate Zeng Yi.

"It's already very thoughtful!" Tang Haoran smiled. What the Beijing Office is doing is to welcome the job of seeing off the trip. The more the New Year and the Festival, the busier the Beijing Office will be. In addition to taking care of the daily households, they also have to deal with the officials who came to Beijing from the province to take the exam.

"Fang***'s affairs are all major events in our Nanjiang Province, but they cannot be delayed. I have already ordered the convoy to have two cars ready to wait for their instructions at any time. The drivers are also old drivers in our Beijing office. They are familiar with the roads in Beijing and are diligent in their legs and feet." Liu Sheng smiled and picked up an exquisite bun, dipped it in the plate in front of him, and started to have breakfast.

Zeng Yi smiled and thought to himself that Liu was intentionally selling well. Provincial leaders who came to Beijing Office these days must be indispensable. The cars used by Beijing Office are so nervous. People leave two for you specifically to see what this favor is done. I am afraid Secretary-General Liu has forgotten that the Beijing Office is going to do all the logistics work of provincial leaders in Beijing.

Liu Cheng was very busy. After breakfast with Zeng Yi and the others, he rushed to the airport again and had to pick up a leader.

Zeng Yi had to wait for Long Meixin's call, so he couldn't go too far, which made Tang Haoran feel embarrassed to go out alone. The two of them were in the restaurant and called another waiter to fight Landlords.

At 10:30 in the morning, Long Meixin arrived at the door of the Beijing Office and called Zeng Yi to go out.

Zeng Yi thought that Long Meixin was looking for him, and it was impossible for him to be anything else. Eighty-mostly related to treatment, so he went into the room and picked up a medical box, and then walked out of the hotel in Beijing.

Today, Long Meixin was wearing a pair of tight trousers and a tight sweater on her upper body. She looked particularly tall and enchanting. She was covered with an orange windbreaker on the outside, which matched her sports car. "Can you walk two steps faster? It's so hard!"

Zeng Yi smiled and said, "What do you know? This is called style! The first thing that is to be a leader is to be calm and you will be impatient when encountering anything. That can be called a leader!"

"A deputy department-level foreign official, who is not as powerful as an aunt in the neighborhood committee, is there in the capital, what's your point of making a name for you?" Long Meixin smiled.

Zeng Yi walked to the car, but was not in a hurry to go in. He glanced at the car door and nude his chin, "What are you doing when you are still stunned? Open the car door for your leader!"

Long Meixin couldn't straighten her waist so much that she reached out to open the car door and said, "Okay, okay, go in quickly, don't be embarrassed here!"

After getting in the car and getting on, Zeng Yi asked, "Where are you going to take me?"

"Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't look at what shouldn't be seen. You don't understand this policy?" Long Meixin started the car, "You will know when you arrive!"

Zeng Yi leaned into the back of the chair, "This is a pirate ship!"

The car drove out of the city until it left the Fifth Ring Road, turned for the last time and entered a lush garden. Zeng Yi looked at the nameplate at the intersection, which seemed to be a member-based activity venue.

At the end of the garden, there is a retro palace-style building with carved galleries and painted buildings, which are magnificent and magnificent, and look solemn and luxurious, and full of the atmosphere of the times. Long Meixin parked the car and led Zeng Yi in. After passing through the building, it suddenly became clear behind. There is a swimming pool, tennis court, and equestrian court. Of course, the biggest one is the golf course, with grass, trees and lake, and there is no end to see.

As soon as the two of them stood there, a man with the foreman looked like a trotted over, "Miss Long!"

"Go to Field No. 5!" Long Meixin said.

The foreman immediately took out the walkie-talkie, shouted a few words, and then watched the shuttle bus on the stadium run over, carried the two of them, and headed straight for the No. 5 venue.

In the field No. 5, four middle-aged men were gathering together, with the club in their hands poking the ground, and were talking enthusiastically about the skills of another player not far away.

When he saw Long Meixin get out of the car, one of them shouted: "Lao Luo, stop gesturing. Your Meixin is here, don't show your odor in front of the younger generation."

The four of them laughed, just as the player in front closed the ball, stopped hitting the ball, and walked towards this side.

When I got closer, I saw that the man looked dark, sharp and firm, and was a very typical military style. He was about 47 or 8 years old. "My skills are bad, but I can still see them, but no one wants to see them in those moments!" The man laughed twice, threw the pole to the caddy, then picked up a towel and wiped the dust and sweat from his face.

"Meixin, who is this handsome young man? Why don't you introduce it to uncles and uncles!" Everyone here seems to know Long Meixin, and they seem very enthusiastic. When they saw Zeng Yi behind Long Meixin, they took the initiative to ask.

Long Meixin's face turned slightly red, then pointed at Zeng Yi and said, "This is a 'big' leader from the local area, with his surname Zeng, leader Zeng!"

"Oh? How old is it? What level is it? Let us know more about it!" Everyone looked at Zeng Yi with a smile.

"Deputy Division Level!" Long Meixin said solemnly.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then laughed, "It turns out that he is such a big leader! Meixin, you are really interesting. No wonder your grandpa Zhai likes you so much, saying you are a pistachio!"

Just kidding, I'm afraid that it's not enough for us to be secretary! After laughing, everyone dispelled their curiosity about Zeng Yi. It seems that this is probably because Long Meixin's door was built here to build an antenna and hold thick legs.

"Mixin has something to do with me. The bosses will play first. I will lose my companion for a while!" The black-faced man named Luo bowed to the others for a while.

"Go and go back quickly, I'm still waiting for you to come back and decide the winner!" The people waved their hands and walked towards the hitting point.

The man named Luo threw the towel in his hand to the caddy, and followed Long Meixin and Zeng Yi on the shuttle bus together, "Go to Jingxuan!"

The shuttle bus drove deep into the stadium. There was a courtyard at the end of the stadium. It was a typical courtyard style, covered with green trees, very quiet. There was a security guard at the door. Judging from the layout, there should be an exit here, which is considered the back door of the stadium.

When Long Meixin got off the car, the security guard at the door immediately saluted and watched several people walk in.

When he pushed open the door, there was a spacious living room inside, and there was a study room next to it. Long Meixin took off her windbreaker, hung it up, and then put it in a cabinet.

Zeng Yi understood that after spending most of the day, this place was Long Meixin's nest. I don't know if this is where she lives or where she works. Could it be that such a large area of ​​industries outside are all of Long Meixin's?

"Sit as you like!" Long Meixin pointed to the sofa in the room and went to the study inside to find the tea set.

"Sit!" The black-faced man sat on a sofa, looked at Zeng Yi, and then pointed to the sofa opposite. He was a little confused. This was the doctor Long Meixin found for him. He seemed too young. He said that he had cured Zhai Haohui's madness and did not look like it. Not to mention that the blind cat was hitting a dead mouse.

Zeng Yi was not polite either. He put the medical box at his feet and sat down.

Long Meixin walked out with the tea set at this time and put it on the coffee table in the living room. It seemed that she was preparing to show her tea art.

The black-faced man frowned, probably thinking that it might be terrible, and said, "Don't fiddle with this, you've been trying for half an hour, and the cup you soaked is not enough for me to take a sip. Please take it ready-made!"

Long Meixin stood up reluctantly and went to open a cabinet. There was a refrigerator inside. She picked two bottles of water and placed it in front of Zeng Yi and the black-faced man.

Zeng Yi is not a person who talks a lot, and Long Meixin has not introduced who this black-faced man is yet, so he keeps silent and waits for the change; the black-faced man is a soldier and doesn't talk much, but just sits upright there and doesn't speak actively.

Long Meixin said: "This is Zeng Yi, my friend. He is very powerful. He can play chess better than Grandpa Zhai, and his medical skills are better than Bai Mutong. His calligraphy seems to be very powerful."

"Oh?" The black-faced man's eyes lit up and he stood up and said, "When I came here in the morning, I wrote a picture of the book in the study. I happened to ask you, a friend who knows calligraphy, to help me appreciate it and see if my skills have improved!"

"I dare not appreciate it. I am just interested in it. I am not very good at calligraphy!" Zeng Yi said politely, and followed the black-faced man into the study.

The black-faced man strode over and picked up a piece of characters from the table, with four big words written on it: "The big roc spreads its wings!"

"Come on, help me see!" The black-faced man put the character in front of Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi took a look and thought that good words were magnificent, with power through the back of the paper, and every stroke was extremely well-organized. The whole text was solemn and fierce, and it was a perfect work. Unexpectedly, this black-faced man could write well with military power.

"How is it?" Long Meixin asked, "Can you still see it?"

The black-faced man was a little unhappy. What it means to be awesome? I studied under a famous calligraphy master in China. I dare not be considered excellent, but it is even better than ordinary calligraphers on the market.

Zeng Yi nodded and said, "The characters are really good, with gold hooks and iron strokes, vigorous and powerful!"

The black-faced man was even more unhappy. He asked, "Is it because he hasn't reached the style of writing? Or is it because the realm is insufficient?"

Zeng Yi shook his head and said, "I don't know much about calligraphy. I dare to say a little bit of a small opinion. If it's not wrong, you should be more grateful!"

The black-faced man put his words on the desk and said, "You talk! Just a calligraphy exchange, but it's okay to say it!"

"If we only look at the shape and posture, this calligraphy is already an excellent calligraphy, but unfortunately it is just a similar shape and has not reached the level of spiritual meaning!" Zeng Yi shook his head and said intimately, "It's a pity."

"How do you say this?" The black-faced man looked at Zeng Yi and thought to himself, you are a young boy, do you know what it means to be a master of writing?

"The big roc spreads its wings and fly high. No matter how high it flies, it will eventually land! Although this character has the posture of flying high, it has no foundation, so it is not a real flying high. It can only be called impetuousness, can be released, but cannot be taken back." Zeng Yi took a last look at the word and sighed: "When writing, it seems that he is still a little restless, which causes the whole character to leap on the paper, making him so ambitious! What a pity..."

As soon as these words were said, the black-faced man's face changed drastically. He thought it was Long Meixin who told Zeng Yi something, but turned his head to look at it and found that Long Meixin was even more surprised than him. His eyes were full of horror, and he was obviously shocked by the other party's comments.

After Zeng Yi finished speaking, seeing that neither of them responded, he said, "I have said it a long time ago. I actually don't understand any calligraphy. I just say whatever I see or think of it. If it is wrong, please forgive me. Don't be as good as me. Just treat me as a kid and talk nonsense!"

The black-faced man looked at Zeng Yi and then at his own words. He couldn't figure it out. The young man was clearly reading the words, but why did he seem to see the bottom of his heart? What he said was clearly his current situation!

Long Meixin was even more stunned. She knew very well that she had not told Zeng Yi anything, so she became even more shocked. She went over and stared at the word and looked hard for a long time. She could not see anything except knowing how to pronounce the four words and what they mean.

The black-faced man picked up the pair of words, kneaded them into a ball, threw them into the trash can next to the desk, and sighed: "When I was learning calligraphy, my teacher once said that calligraphy can be mastered by the spirit, so that my words are like the other person. Today I know that this is true!"

After saying that, the black-faced man smiled happily and raised his hand and said, "Let's sit in the living room! No wonder Meixin always praises you when she mentions you. She is indeed a very magical young man!"

When he returned to the living room and sat down, Long Meixin sat next to Zeng Yi, reached out and pulled it, and said, "You must teach me the skills of reading words just now, otherwise I can't let you go!"

Zeng Yi smiled bitterly, "Okay, then you can follow me to study medicine first. When the medical skills are almost the same, I think you can see a lot of things!"

I thought Long Meixin would definitely drive back after hearing this, but she asked anxiously: "Where to start learning? How long will it take to reach the level you just now?" It seems that Long Meixin seemed to be impatient to learn.

"It's not that easy. At least you have to learn it for 17 or 18 years!" Zeng Yi said.

Long Meixin felt a headache and said, "Forget it, if you read the word again in the future, I'd better call you!"

The black-faced man smiled. It is rare to see Long Meixin talking to people like this. He looked at Zeng Yi and said, "Your calligraphy is superb and medical skills must be even more amazing. I happened to feel a little uncomfortable recently. I wonder if you can show it to you?"

Zeng Yi smiled, and it was indeed a matter of medical treatment. He said, "If I say no, Miss Long may have to tear me up, it's more important to save her life!" As he said that, Zeng Yi stood up and sat on a sofa next to the black-faced man, signaling the black-faced man to put his wrist on the armrest of the sofa.

After taking a pulse, Zeng Yi savored it for a while, and said, "This disease has been four or five months old, right?"
To be continued...