The next day, Tang Yi came to work on time.

On the way, I met Li Yujiao and another staff member of the Limin Service Center. Simply said hello, the feeling of fear, or used to being alone, unrestrained.

The office is bright but has to be cleaned every day. Tang Yi filled boiling water first, and then it became a habit.

Tang Yi handed over the manuscript he wrote yesterday to Director Yang, thinking it was okay, but it was not professional enough, so he waited for the news.

There are no special tasks in the morning, or familiarize yourself with the environment and documents. It seems that this job needs a lot of groundbreaking things, and Tang Yi is also thinking about how to better add color to this job during his familiarity, but it seems that there are not too many valuable ideas.

At lunchtime, Tang Yi paced out of the office building and looked for a restaurant by himself. He didn't want to eat at the Eatery.

Luckily, there is no shortage of restaurants here, and there are several of them when you reach the intersection.

There are two nearby, namely, Tang Yi chose and ordered a rice bowl with shredded potatoes and meat. I thought to myself, I'll be here at noon in the future.

There is nothing more comfortable than smoking in a huge street market where no one is around.

The destination, of course, is the Bucheng River.

There are greenery along the river.

It's a quiet place, and it's cool when it's hot, so you should enjoy the scenery. There are flat wooden chairs for people to rest in the intervals, and there are always people here to rest.

Tang Yi found a class tree and sat down.

This is a relatively closed man-made river, the river water is not deep, clear to the bottom, and there is a faint light under the sun. There is a stone path for walking on one side of the market, but on the other side is a forest that cannot be passed. In the dry north, this is also a rare wetland. From a distance, it seems that a waterhole somewhere in his hometown is the same everywhere? Tang Yi remembered his hometown and remembered the past.

It seems that it is a long way away, the childhood is too short, there are not many memories left, the memory is a light blue in the depths, and the light blue world gradually does not hear the voices and laughter of friends.

Everyone has to grow.

The banks of the river are very long, and it is strange that there are no fish in a huge river, so where does the river lead underneath? Passing by the bridge where the bus passes, it has to be extended downward, giving a fresh view of the monotonous traffic avenue. This is enough, this is a tourist attraction without signs, open to any tourists and pedestrians who want to come.

The stone wall next to it is engraved with Chairman Mao's Qinyuan Spring, which adds a bit of vitality to this plain and simple garden. There is no color, the font is very familiar, and the overall layout is done in one go, especially the word "Chao" is written mightily and domineeringly, and you never get tired of looking at it. It seems that everywhere there is the shadow of the chairman, and this is his influence.

Let's look at the present day! Also look at whose present day! The font is strong and powerful.

I've been a visitor for several years, but fortunately, I'm a little settled now, and I'm no longer so lost, so I can read poetry, look at water, and count my mood here.

Near the stone wall there is a plank gazebo, which is completely a wooden base. Tang Yi walked into the gazebo, watched the water up close, and lit a cigarette. The gray and white background of the north always gives people a sense of pathos.

The level of chanting a poem is not enough. Then quietly watch the river.

There is no fish water on the clear willow side, and there are interesting people on the side of the lush pavilion.

Tang Yi looks at the river quietly like this, and sometimes looking at the river blankly is also a portrayal of his mood.

Little by little, time slipped, and soon, soon it was time to go to work again.

Come back another day, and integrate into this indisputable pure land together, and leave people who are silent.

In the afternoon, Director Yang came up. I have to revise the manuscript myself and add a feasibility analysis.

Lose. Didn't pass.

I thought I could write it, especially the completeness of the article. I didn't expect Director Yang to say that it was really reasonable, and the content of what he said must be added to be more speculative and more in line with political articles.

In fact, when it comes to essays, it seems that there has been no progress for a long time, and I have been stuck in the stage of narrative explanation, blaming myself for not learning argumentative essays well at the beginning.

So this is also the reason why the argument has not been raised?

In many cases, what you are most sure of is often what you are most worried about.

I'm not afraid to write articles, but in fact, I don't write well according to my feelings.

When I was in college, I read "Mao Xuan" and learned a syllogism, which can be regarded as adding a little improvement to my writing style, which is probably the best article I have read so far. I naturally look immature, especially when I hear Senior Sister Qing advocate that I should learn to write big articles, I am naturally not fully competent.

However, Director Yang failed to pass the small task he gave him for the first time, so he was naturally a little disappointed.

Then write it and keep adding!

According to Director Yang's thinking, the article was soon completed.

According to the required essay, maybe this path is more suitable for you. Tang Yi didn't think of this layer yet, but he just felt that some things would be written like a god if he listened to his inner feelings.

This draft may really directly contribute to the actions of the Innovation Park and affect the community, so it is important to say that it is not important.

Director Yang quickly came up and gave feedback, saying yes. said some things that were more reassuring to write his own manuscript, which made Tang Yi feel a little relieved and increased a little confidence.

When it was almost five o'clock, Li Yujiao reminded that she could get off work.

Every time after work, it was proposed by Li Yujiao, and it will be in the future. Most of the time it was a few minutes away, sometimes it was a little more than five o'clock, which made Tang Yi feel flexible and dull, punctual and unruly, why should he be so restrained in everything? Before that, Tang Yi was always staring at the time on the computer, and he didn't dare to "act rashly" until five o'clock.

Of course, the time after work is the most exciting, and the tension of the whole day is completely relaxed.

Chen Mengjuan didn't follow us all the way.

Therefore, Tang Yi, Li Yujiao and Director Lu walked together.

Director Lu lives nearby and rides his bicycle every day.

They accompanied Director Lu for a while, listening to Director Lu talking nonsense all the way.

"When I was in the army, I was also vigorous and resolute, and I did whatever I wanted. Director Lu moved his mouth and hands, looking ahead.

"Why can you only be the battalion commander?" Tang Yi asked.

"No background, no tuning (hanging), hahaha. ”

"That's pretty powerful, too. Li Yujiao laughed and added on the side.

"Look, then. Director Lu rolled up his sleeves.

Then Tang Yi and Li Yujiao were on the same road.

Tang Yi was a little nervous, but in fact, Li Yujiao was very easy to get along with.

Along the way, they got to know each other, talked and laughed, and soon arrived at Qilizhuang.