Chapter 584 Fengqi Qingping

   Beijing, a national administrative reconsideration center.

   In popular terms, it can also be said to be the activity center of veteran cadres.

   For the old comrades who quit their posts because of age, the state once had the setting of the "Central Advisory Committee", which was later cancelled. But in fact, no matter whether it is the central or the local, the "old comrades" are always a relatively special composition.

   Mr. Zhao, 78 years old.

   When he first retired, he was not used to it, well, probably no one would get used to it, but slowly, he began to transition to a pure old man.

  People are old and boring.

   Not only did his career go away and became a passing thing, but even his own body seemed to gradually go away, as if he was about to abandon himself, and he didn't follow instructions very much.

   The older a person is, the farther away he feels from the world. This is not a description, but a real feeling. Mr. Zhao can clearly feel that the world is repulsing him little by little like a stranger.

   wants to "squeeze" him out of this world.

  Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and even the whole body, seems to be covered with a film, slowly and slowly separated from the world, and can no longer be truly touched.

  Everything in the outside world is becoming more and more like the moon in the water and the flowers in the fog.

   From real to unreal.

   "Dare your lover getting old, that's how it is." When I discussed this with the old guys who often get together, everyone was full of emotion.

  Lao Lin, who used to manage the Ministry of Water Resources before, said, "This person is born, like a fish plunging into the ocean one by one, plunging deeply into the ocean, and then freely swimming, playing, and preying in the deep sea.

   While swimming, playing, and preying, it slowly rose to the surface of the water.

   plunges in and rises up.

   This tickle and one liter is a person's life.

  You can only dive in when you are young, you can dive in, and you can embrace the sea and be embraced by the sea. When you get old, you can't go in. You can only float on the sea, float, float, and float to the Naihe Bridge...

   I was tired during the day, I had to sleep for a few hours at noon, and I couldn’t sleep at night.

   Even if he fell asleep, his sleep was very light.

   is an exaggeration. I don’t know whether I’m asleep or not. Anyway, it’s like that. I can know everything about it. It’s impossible to imagine a young man sleeping until dawn!

   Mr. Zhao communicated with the old guys and found that everyone is in the same situation, not an isolated case.

   The day before yesterday, Lao Sun also threw his leg. In fact, it was because he sat on the chair for a long time and was a little numb. When he stood up, he accidentally fell on the ground.

   did not touch, did not hit, there is a carpet on the ground.

   But that's it, the root of the left thigh was directly broken in half.

   Putting it on young people, can this be a thing?

   Seventy-three, eighty-four, the King of Hell doesn't tell him to go, that's why. Because of the matter of the old grandson, the mood of several old guys has been a little depressed these days. Mr. Zhao did not go to the activity room these days, but stayed at home.

  The center of the capital city, the old courtyard house, and three guard posts.

   But in essence, it is no different from a small country yard, and as for the old man who is active in the yard, it is also not much different from an ordinary country old man.

  The son is still filial. Where did the eldest son hear about this, he was busy, really busy, and took time to visit him.

  By the way, I also brought some food.

   "Dad, try this little tomato."

   Mr. Zhao picked up one, quite heavy, "Is this a big tomato or a small tomato? The small ones aren't so big, the big ones aren't so small, right? Is this a hybrid or a genetically modified one?"

   While speaking, Mr. Zhao had already put the tomato in his hand into his mouth, biting off a small part.

   When people are old, their appetite is not very good, and sour things can be appetizing, so the recipe arranged by the health care doctor is about three to four apples a week.

   also said that oranges are too sour, pears are too sweet, and the apple sandwiched in the middle is just right, and it is an apple with just the right amount of sourness and sweetness.

Before the other side answered, Mr. Zhao immediately changed color. He first closed his eyes and kept his mouth motionless. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes. A fierce tiger.

   "Boss, where did this little tomato come from?" Mr. Zhao asked with bright eyes.

   I don't know how many storms and waves I have experienced in my life, but Mr. Zhao seems to be a little bit uncontrollable at this moment.

   A small tomato, worth all the fuss?

   Even only took a small bite.

But Mr. Zhao's son was not surprised by his father's reaction at all, but took it for granted, "Dad, this thing is quite complicated, for the time being I don't know where its source is, we are still inquiring. ."

   "You don't know?" Mr. Zhao was taken aback when he heard this, "Boss, you don't even know?"

   "Dad, I'll report this to you in a while, you can ignore it for now. Thirty tomatoes, you eat five a day first. I'll come to see you next week."

  After his son left, Mr. Zhao wandered around in the yard.

   That little tomato, he has eaten five just now, but he still wants to eat it!

  In the past, the mouth and tongue were dry like old pieces of wood, and drinking water didn't work at all, but today, the scumbag of Japan, the saliva has been flowing all the time! Not only that, he just ate five in one go! Eat again, it's the sixth one.

He took one in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds. Mr. Zhao forced himself to put it back, and then closed the box. If he didn't take another look, he was afraid that if he took another look, he would no longer be able to control it. Own.

   In the end, it’s decades of qi-raising efforts.

   After wandering for a while, Mr. Zhao still suppressed his greed, and then went to sleep!

   Every day is like this, the same afternoon nap.

When    woke up, Mr. Zhao felt a little strange at first, but the next moment, he realized that a lantern was actually lit not far away! Xiao Chen, what the **** is going on!

   Xiao Chen is by his side.

   "Sir, you are awake!" Xiao Chen smiled happily, "Sir, this is the first time I've seen you sleep so soundly."

   Mr. Zhao looked at Xiao Chen, then turned left and right to look around.

   This is the yard right.

   He was lying on the reclining chair.

   But, why is it a little off?

   Aware of this, the next moment, Mr. Zhao raised his head and saw a foggy moon hanging in the sky.

   "Xiao Chen, this is... night?" Mr. Zhao sat up.

   "Chief, be careful, be careful, you slow down!" Xiao Chen hurriedly supported him, and then he nodded again and again, "Yes, chief, it is night, eight-fourteen."

   "I slept for eight hours?" Mr. Zhao was surprised and surprised.

   He usually sleeps for at most three hours, and sometimes wakes up in the middle. If he doesn't sleep, he just lies down, but today, what's wrong?

   For the first time, I realized that I had slept for eight hours! In the second time, Mr. Zhao realized that it was not just the eight-hour problem, but the sleep he had just slept very deeply, very deeply.

   is like a potential sea bottom.

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   (end of this chapter)