After receiving the notice from the Personnel Unit of the Education Bureau, Luo Yuejin arrived as scheduled.

Spring has just begun, a season when everything begins to recover. The spring of Binjiang always comes quietly in the spring rain, and "apricot blossom spring rain Jiangnan" is the most appropriate. In the dozens of springs that Luo Yuejin experienced, spring was always warm and cold, and it was repeatedly necessary to break through the cold north wind and the cold wave of the counterattack before it came to the world. Therefore, spring is very precious, and spring can often only peep in the rain, always inadvertently, only in the blink of an eye, it has entered the situation of early summer, which often makes people feel that spring is hard to find. And today, the spring is bright and shining, and the weather is rare and good. His mood was as warm as the spring light shining on himself.

Returning to the place where he had worked for sixteen years, his heart was excited and nostalgic, since he was paralyzed, he rarely set foot in this camphor yard again, and occasionally came, but also with the assistance of Lan Xin, he stayed like a dragonfly and returned home for a long time. He glanced up at his office on the fourth floor, which now seemed to be vacant and no one could enter.

I have served as the head of the basic education unit for many years, it is a position with authority, how bright I was at that time, if I didn't drink too much, I didn't fall and get paralyzed, with my ability, I couldn't still be the head of the unit at this moment, I would have been the deputy director of the bureau a long time ago, and even the director of the bureau was not necessarily. Such thoughts lingered in his mind over and over again, so that he forgot the purpose of the day.

Time flies, and today's district education bureau office building is luxurious and magnificent, and the elevator is shining. He himself rocked his wheelchair from the elevator to the eighth floor. The head of the Personnel Unit, a young man in his mid-30s, flipped through a stack of printed manuscript paper in his seat, occasionally using a pencil to add some words to the blank space of the paper.

Luo Yuejin's wheelchair stopped at the door, he waited until Unit Chief Zhang's eyes moved from the manuscript paper in front of him and moved to the door, and then he greeted Unit Chief Zhang. This is a good habit that he has cultivated through his years of experience in the Education Bureau.

The young Chief Zhang nodded, and did not continue to deal with him, but continued his work.

Luo Yuejin coughed at Unit Chief Zhang again.

Chief Zhang still didn't make any movement and continued his work.

Luo Yuejin was hung at the door of the office like this, and streams of lava-like flames were scurrying in his chest, if the object in front of him was Lan Xin, such flames would have risen to the sky. But today, Luo Yuejin has been enduring and enduring it.

After a long time, Chief Zhang finally put down the pencil in his hand and motioned for Luo Yuejin to come into the room.

"Lao Luo, I've kept you waiting, the city is in a hurry to ask for a material, and the materials prepared by the office don't meet the requirements of the superiors, so I can only come by myself", Chief Zhang's official tone did not show a trace.

"That's nature," Mr. Luo said.

"Lao Luo, there is such a thing in inviting you here today, in order to implement the higher-ups' regulations on strengthening financial and economic discipline, further cleaning up empty salaries, and conscientiously implementing the regulations on the treatment of sick leave personnel in public institutions, the bureau has studied your situation, and the bureau has authorized me to solicit your opinions. One is to go back to the bureau to work. Second, if you do not agree with the bureau's arrangement and ask to continue to take sick leave, the bureau will also agree, but you must implement the regulations on the treatment of sick leave, and you can pay 80% of your salary, which is only the basic salary, excluding allowances and other welfare benefits. I calculated, if this is the case, you can only get a thousand yuan a month, I know that your family is not financially well-off, according to the union reaction, you are suffering from hardship subsidies every year. The leaders of the bureau are people-oriented, take care of your actual situation, and ask you to come back in the next two days to take over the work of Old Man Liu, send and receive newspapers, and Old Man Liu will retire next month."

Before Chief Zhang finished speaking, a nameless anger in Luo Yuejin's heart gushed out:

"What kind of nonsense is this? When Lao Tzu started to do revolutionary work, I didn't know if there were you? Let an old comrade who graduated from Binjiang Normal College in '84, an old comrade who has been the head of the basic education unit for a long time, go to the doorman to send and receive, and you can figure it out? Lao Tzu is so sick that you don't do your best to take care of it, and you only pay 80 percent of your basic salary, and you can't live? I'm going to go to the city party committee and go to the Central Committee to sue you turtle grandsons......

Luo Yuejin's words became more and more excited, and he even grabbed the water glasses, newspapers, and document racks around him, and all the objects that could be smashed and smashed within reach were scattered in the office.

The staff on the entire floor were attracted by his fighting, and everyone walked out of the office to watch and talk in the hallway.

Lan Xin received a call at school, was pulled down from the classroom, and was dragged to the district education bureau to persuade Luo Yuejin.

By the time Lan Xin arrived, Luo Yuejin was tired of scolding, his tone and volume had dropped, and he was complaining about the ruthlessness, unrighteousness, and unreasonableness of the leader with a handful of snot and tears.

She wanted to drag her husband downstairs and go home, but Luo Yuejin grabbed the wheelchair with one hand, and pointed at Chief Zhang with the other and kept shouting and scolding.

Lan Xin couldn't push his wheelchair, so he was frozen like that. The people in the corridor didn't come closer, but just pointed at it from a distance, talking and commenting.

Lan Xin felt countless knife-like gazes shooting from behind her, as if she wanted to nail herself to the wall of the corridor to show the public.

Her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe, and her chest was heaving violently, as if she was about to pass out after a few more struggles.

Suddenly, Lan Xin let out a heart-rending howl, and shouted at the crowd in the corridor with angry eyes: "Do you accumulate some virtue? My husband is a sick person, what can you do at me?"

Lan Xin's roar instantly annihilated all voices. Luo Yuejin was also shocked by Lan Xin's roar and stopped scolding.

Lan Xin held back her anger and pushed Luo Yuejin's wheelchair to the elevator without saying a word.