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Lian Zhongyu is really a meticulous person. She waited until Eurasia Company had refunded the employees' risk premiums and the social security department had started to apply for pension insurance for employees, then she called the old leader of her provincial federation of trade unions and reported the results of the mediation plan. The provincial leaders are certainly satisfied. He was probably praising her for being promising and making progress, which made her very happy. She came to my office and told me that I could start taking my annual leave again. I said, this time I am going back to the countryside to catch fish again. She no longer calls me evil. She said, "Don't forget to give me a few fish if you catch them." After saying that, she made a face and went out. I chose a sunny day to return to my hometown of Nanwan Village again. After parking the car and saying hello to my mother, I rolled up my sleeves and trousers and went down to the river pier. I want to see if those stupid fish are still there. Fortunately, I caught one accurately, and after a while, I caught less than half of the bucket.

The off-road vehicle left the highway and bumped onto a winding gravel road in the mountains. The scenery remains the same, with towering giant peaks and clear blue water. The white rocks and green bushes contrast with the bright blue sky and long white clouds. This is a typical karst terrain feature. You slowly get a feel for it. Although more than thirty years have passed and you have almost lost your way in the mountains of Boryeong, the scenery you see still keeps awakening your memory. Especially when the neat and uniform farmhouses along the highway, whose walls were artificially painted white and whose four eaves were exquisitely outlined with maroon paint, were gradually replaced by low old brick houses, stone houses, and even adobe houses with thatched roofs in order to create an environment for attracting investment, your old memories gradually became clear. The winding mountain road that twists left and right constantly leads the lonely off-road vehicle to the depths of the mountain. You can feel the Wildthorn Flats getting closer and closer.

What I want to tell you is the story of my friend Zuo Jingtang. He was dead, in his early thirties. People who die short-lived always have stories, right? Before his death, Zuo Jingtang was unknown in Xiangnan City. After his death he became famous. The death of Zuo Jingtang, as a somewhat legendary joke, has been circulated in the streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants of Xiangnan City for a long time. It not only enriched the amateur cultural life of citizens, but also made people sigh with emotion after hearing it. In fact, Zuo Jingtang was just singing before he died. What was slightly special was that it was already late at night. This is not the right time to sing. This is not surprising. In the city psychiatric hospital in the southern suburbs, there are many kinds of cunning and weird craziness. It's a place where crazy people gather. Since it is different from the norm, it must be stopped.

After closing the door, I buried my body deeply into the big leather swivel chair and fell into deep thought. Whenever I decide to personally try a case, I have to think carefully, clarify the context of the case, figure out various objective factors that may affect the trial process, and predict the outcome of the case trial and its possible impacts. Do this so that you know what to do, so that in the future your actions will be dazzling and unbiased, and you will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. For many years, this has been my professional habit as a labor arbitrator and the president of a labor arbitration court. But today, I couldn't gather my thoughts. The smile and frown of Tian Chunlai, who just left my office, always sways in my mind. In fact, Tian Chunlai just came to my office as an ordinary labor dispute arbitration applicant and signed for a document approving the filing of the case.

Just left like this? Just like that they all left. I was lying on the hospital bed, feeling melancholy. Those relatives and friends who came to visit me told me in sad and excited tones to take good care of my injuries and strive for a speedy recovery. Then, they quietly exited the luxurious singles ward one by one. I couldn't even nod my head, and I didn't have any strength in my body. I could only watch them leave, like a child who has lost all his toys and is hopeless. The steps are jumbled. All the people are gone. Even Li Mengyang, who was eager to explain what happened, was nowhere to be seen. All that was left in the quiet ward were the same bouquets of flowers. They fill the coffee table, sofa, bedside and all the nooks and crannies. Although it is extremely bright, can it last forever? Just like yesterday, I was commanding the entire group of thousands of troops with great grace, but today I was lying on the hospital bed like a defeated army.

You have a sleepless night. On the soft Simmons bed, you seemed worried and restless. You want to sleep quietly and let everything calm down, like you have completed an unsurprising interview assignment. You keep reminding yourself that although you are deep in the mountains, you are staying in a hotel in the county, Weilin Hotel. But it is precisely the word "weilin" that makes you unable to feel the slightest sense of comfort and ease. Wei Lin means nothing more than the coming of kingly power. It marks the conquest of orthodoxy over rebellion, civilization over barbarism. In the haze, you seemed to see a scene hundreds of years ago. A group of majestic soldiers marched in the ancient mountain stronghold. Their iron armor shone dazzlingly in the pale sunshine, and their dust-stained flags fluttered in the biting mountain wind. The ragged mountain people gathered around to watch the team return victoriously. They looked on with expressionless faces. The team finally drifted away. The mountain people also meandered away.