Although his voice was small, Fu Song still heard it seven or eight, and his face suddenly turned ashen.

These are all state cadres, and even they are full of brainless worship of the United States. So what about people outside the system?

At noon, Gu Yongguang asked Fu Song to take off his small kitchen and ordered two meat and two vegetables in one breath, plus a soup.

Seeing Fu Song's depressed appearance, Gu Yongguang smiled and said, "Are you still angry?"

Fu Song took a hard bite of the steamed bun and said, "Where am I angry? There is nothing wrong with it."

Gu Yongguang said: "Don't you young people say that distance creates beauty. The more you can't get it, the more you can make people have fantasies and desires, and the more you can make people feel unwilling."

Fu Song raised his head and looked at Gu Yongguang in surprise. In his impression, Gu Yongguang was an optimistic school, and he rarely, no, he had never seen him express his feelings like he did just now.

"When I was young, I was an idealist. Like those who made you angry, I always felt that I didn't have enough and not good enough. This is how human nature is. I always want to overcome the impossible, always want to conquer, prove my self-worth, and often ignore the beauty in front of me when pursuing my dreams."

Looking at Fu Song, Gu Yongguang smiled and asked, "What? I'm wrong?"

Fu Song said: "They are not pursuing their dreams, they are clearly surrendering."

Gu Yongguang shook his head and said, "It's a bit too much to say that surrender is just a self-denial in despair."

Isn’t that still surrender? That’s what Wang Zhaomin thinks?

"You are too conscious, too much, too far away, it's not good, too tired."

"If a person has no long-term thinking, he will have immediate worries. If he does not consider it thoroughly and does not make long-term plans, he will lose even if he has already obtained it."

"The things in this world can never be done. I think you can be ashamed of doing what you should do. What can you do alone? What can you change?"

"It's better to do than not do. Nothing can be changed without doing anything. There is still a possibility of change if you do it."

Gu Yongguang looked at him with complicated eyes, "A scholar is useless. At most, you learn from Lu Xun, using swords, pens and words as weapons to scold them. But so what? You don't often say that you can never wake up those who pretend to be asleep. Times are different, and the door to the country is opened. No matter how unwilling you, dissent will always exist, and more and more. This is an objective fact, and it is not transferred by human will."

Fu Song admitted that Gu Yongguang was right, but he was just unwilling to give up.

It rained lightly at night, this was the first spring rain in Mucheng this year. It drizzled all night. When I woke up in the morning, God was very proud of his face. The rain stopped and the sky cleared.

After returning from running, I happened to meet Lao Liu delivering newspapers at home.

Lao Liu is the only postman in this area. He is rainy and rainy, and he keeps cold and heat. He starts delivering letters and newspapers from house to house at less than six o'clock every day, and collecting letters by the way.

Because Fu Song subscribes to the most newspapers and journals, there are a large pile of them every day, so Lao Liu gives them to him first every time.

Lao Liu raised his bicycle and took out the sorted newspaper from the mailbag in the back seat, "Teacher Fu, your newspaper. By the way, there is also a telegram."

Fu Song took the newspaper and said, "Master Liu, let's eat some millet porridge cooked at home."

Old Liu smiled and shook his head and said, "I've eaten it, Teacher Fu, you're busy."

Just touching the thickness of the telegram envelope with your hand, Fu Song knew that it must have been photographed by Ge Shouwen.

International telegraphs are too expensive, and every word is like gold for others, but Ge Shouwen does not have such concerns. Shooting telegraphs is like writing letters.

Throw the newspaper onto the table, tear open the envelope, and take out the telegram to look.

Like the previous two times, Ge Shouwen never mentioned the matters between the two in the telegram. He first reported peace, and then talked about some trivial matters and interesting stories on the Moscow market.

Today, the Soviet Union is still the old empire that makes the Western world tremble, with the shadow of the torrent of steel covering the European continent and the Far East.

Two years ago, the "Mini Water Secretary" had just come to power and promulgated the strictest ban on alcohol in Soviet history, closing vodka wineries, flattening grape estates, banning liquor stores, etc., and even allowing law enforcement officers to take to the streets to arrest people. Anyone who drinks, regardless of whether they are drunk or not, will be arrested in alcohol quits.

But such severe measures could not stop the Soviets' desire for vodka. Underground wineries were developing rapidly, and alcoholics were openly gathering to drink and confronting law enforcement officers.

On the other hand, the big men in the capital Moscow danced and danced, looking thriving.

Starting from the beginning of this year, the Soviet Union democratized social life and economic reforms were in full swing.

The blooming appearance often cannot hide weakness. Although Ge Shouwen has only been in Moscow for three months, he has already noticed something unusual.

He said in the telegram: "Using administrative means to ban alcohol is a manifestation of lazy governance. The goal of kindness can only be achieved smoothly through appropriate means. We should learn the Chinese model and change it subtly from a cultural perspective. But the Soviet Union obviously did not have this patience. Its leadership gave me the feeling of 'Ten thousand years too long, seizing the day'."

In addition to worrying, Fu Song could see from the lines that Ge Shouwen was actually envious of this "Soviet-like corrupt life".

Fu Song laughed gloatingly. As a foreign affairs staff member, Ge Shouwen naturally had to abide by foreign affairs discipline and organizational discipline. Even if he was rich, it was impossible to hug Mao Mei and drink and dance every day.

Fu Song is so familiar with this feeling that he can only see but cannot eat.

Taking advantage of the time before breakfast, Fu Song took out the letter paper and began to write a call back to Ge Shouwen.

"Brother Ge, I received the call and learned that everything is fine. I am very happy..."

Having written this, Fu Song shook his head, crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, and started writing again.

"Lao Ge, I received the call. I am very happy to know that you are still alive. I warn you that as a diplomat, you must be highly vigilant about the enemy's sugar-coated shells, so you must resist the temptation and never embarrass others to throw them abroad. Especially if you are still a diamond five, you should be more careful. Why don't you have a real man without a wife? If you have to endure it for another three or five years, I will introduce you to a few flower girls after returning to China, which will make you dazzling...

Judging from the information you received from these calls and other channels, the Soviet Union's economy will not be optimistic in the next few years, and the Soviet Union's economic reforms are likely to reach a dead end. So, I suggest you pay more attention to this aspect.

I don’t know if you diplomats have any alcohol. If not, do I need to send some to you?….”

After Liang Xi washed up, he came to the yard, stretched his waist gently, saw Fu Song writing something, and walked over and asked, "What are you writing early in the morning?"
Chapter completed!