Break the road - A collection of one-hundred works.3

Author: Yike / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Zhang colleague shouted, "Ye Lü, phone!" Ye Lü didn't move. Everyone was surprised. Every time she got a call, she would jump up to answer. The phone brought her good news. Colleagues said, "Quick! It's that man again! Shaking the phone, driving away her hesitation. Unwillingly, she answered: "Where are you?" "Y country." "Now" looked around the people, then didn't speak. "I'll come back in a few days." "You" "Now" is in trouble. "You" coming back is like walking into a trap. These words can't be said in front of people. It all depends on his sensitivity. He should have realized the severity of the situation long ago. Don't come back. Sun Wukong shrinks into a small temple, how can people not see through it? She returned to the country before him. They had already talked to her, not interrogation, but "talks." The agency for the talks was too serious: the Major Case Room of the Provincial Discipline Inspection Committee! After a trip abroad and working as a translator for once, she was now in the Major Case Room. They only asked her questions and didn't reveal any information. But she found that the main person involved wasn't her, but Sun Xuejun. This call was from Sun Xuejun. Sun Xuejun was in trouble, and she would suffer the consequences. Sun Xuejun always chose young and beautiful women as translators when he traveled abroad. Ye Lü was perfect—pure and elegant, freshly graduated from the Foreign Language College, inexperienced, and very tender. She quickly became a "red person" (a popular figure). Sun Xuejun was always very busy. His busy schedule was balanced by women. He ran his own factory and had plenty of money to spend on women, so he never settled for cheap dates. He was very picky. This time, the organization sent a delegation of entrepreneurs from S province to Y country for a study tour. He selected two female translators, one named Huahong and the other Ye Lü. Women dress for their admirers and die for the rich. Lying in a pile of silver, they wouldn't be afraid of the cold. "'You' what? Did something happen?" Sun Xuejun on the other end of the phone was very sensitive. "Nothing, nothing. Is Huahong coming back too?" "Don't worry about it. If nothing happens, I'll book the flight. I'll call you later." Taking a bath in the pond and resting in the temple, he still had to come back. She was thinking about whether to tell the Provincial Discipline Inspection Committee. If she did, it would be a great achievement. She told them. The Provincial Discipline Inspection Committee was overjoyed and immediately contacted the Provincial Public Security Department for joint investigation. They dispatched personnel to the airport. She really wanted to go with the police officers. Sitting in a car without showing her face, she could point out which one was Sun Xuejun. That's how it should be—in movies, traitors always hide in the shadows and point people out. She would rather degrade herself like this than admit that her real reason for going to the airport was to meet Sun Xuejun. She had planned it very well. She would run up to greet him, and he would surely be surprised and enthusiastic, maybe even hug her without thinking. Then she would quickly say, "Old Sun, run! The police are watching you." Of course, he wouldn't be able to escape. Or, for a more dramatic effect, let him grab a motorcycle and ride around the airport a few times before they caught him. No need to shoot or use force. When he was taken away, he would turn back and look at her with deep affection. She would pretend to rush toward him. If she planned further, she could imagine—how? Sun Xuejun had such wide connections. If someone from above intervened on his behalf, he would be released. Then he could take her abroad and never come back. Settle abroad, travel the world, and at the right time, confess to him that she shouldn't have told the Provincial Discipline Inspection Committee about his return, or maybe she would never mention it at all. After all, they were already abroad, and there would be no way to hold him accountable.
Plink! Plink! Plink! That person was here again. He always came at the critical moment. That day, everyone who had talked to her had left, leaving her alone in the room. The walls were silent, and she felt a bit scared.
Plink! Plink! Plink! She listened intently with her ears. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man stood in front of her. He didn't speak, just looked at her—not really at her, because his gaze was truly transcendent and profound.
"Ye, the translator, you can go back now!" he said in a deep voice.
"Is there nothing to do with me? Division head?" She felt he was definitely older than the division head, but she wasn't sure about calling him secretary.
"There is something to do with you!" She was surprised.
"Recall the situation." He turned and left.
Plink! Plink! Plink! From then on, he entered her heart deeply. Whenever she had to make a decision, his voice and image would suddenly appear, making her dare not act recklessly. She gave up her fantasies of arresting Sun Xuejun at the airport and traveling the world. She simply "recalled the situation" honestly.
Their group of over 80 people entered Hong Kong from Shenzhen through the Luohu Border Crossing and boarded a luxurious MD Company aircraft. They flew across two oceans and arrived in a foreign land.
Stepping onto the ground, it was no different, but it was already on the other side of the earth. The air, the sky—sniffing the nose, it still felt the same. The buildings were tall and clean, as if they had just been washed by rain.
So few people! Where had everyone gone? Riding in luxurious carriages on the streets, she still couldn't see many people. No bicycles. Everything was in foreign characters. It was very difficult to read the colorful Chinese signs and advertisements again.
Only foreigners, all speaking foreign languages.
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