The rumor that "the prodigy's son ghostwrites for the writer Lao Tzu" has spread in the system of Oucheng District, and Lin Guorong originally belonged to the kind of person with a relatively good reputation. As a result, the routine of daily communication between them suddenly changed from Lin Guorong's death-faced invitation to dinner on weekdays, to the leaders taking turns to take the initiative to pull Lin Guorong to their home as a guest.

In the face of the organization's warm care, Comrade Lao Lin naturally did not refuse all of them, and within a week, he became friends with the deputy directors of the three district government offices, the deputy directors of the two district committee offices, and the deputy director of the propaganda department of a certain district committee. But thinking about it the other way, in the final analysis, it is because Lin Guorong has been "famous" recently, and he does have a lot of spare money in his hands, otherwise according to this way of eating, the cost of sending souvenirs to the door alone is enough for Lin Miao's family to drink a pot.

In this regard, Lin Miao can only sigh that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. If you want to maintain a good relationship with someone who is one level higher than yourself, the key elements are really money and fame.

Lin Guorong's book, in his bones, he really attaches importance and interest to only the "elite class" in Oucheng District. After all, most of the other people Lin Miao and their family come into contact with on a daily basis are just watching the excitement, everyone is an ordinary person, and an acquaintance is famous, and for them it is at most just a lot of talking points; unlike those who are rich and powerful, when they see Lin Guorong publishing a book, they will follow the trend and have some kind of idea - or do you want to play it yourself? Or is it - the writer's legs must be hugged tightly, although it doesn't seem to be useful, but if you can make friends with the writer, you can also appear to have more cultural taste, right? So what Lao Tzu wants is not a writer friend, nor is it Lin Guorong's friend, what Lao Tzu wants is a forced style!

The difference between class and grassroots begins with ideas, and is distinguished from actions. In any case, it is true that the people who have the resources are at all levels of almost everything, and from the very beginning, they have opened an almost irreversible distance from the common people, and finally formed a chasm that even if it takes a hundred years to fill.

In view of the gossip of "ghostwriting" and the particularity of the main communication group in Oucheng District, Lin Miao's harassment in school gradually faded after a few days. Although it is still mentioned from time to time, people's ability to accept new things is still very strong, and it is not surprising that when the first wave of collective discussion has passed, most of them are used to it.

In the ten days after Lin Guorong published the book, Lin Miao and his family welcomed many relatives whose names Lin Miao couldn't name at all.

Lin Miao didn't feel annoyed, and of course she didn't feel very happy.

It's human nature to be red and white, and it's not worth any mood swings at all.

Lin Miao lives as usual every day, brushing up on the elementary school Olympiad math questions during the day, and going to the Children's Palace at night to torture Zhong Chuhui's heart that is about to be broken with his own hand.

Time flew by, and it was the end of November.

The real big thing for the old Lin family has finally come.

Sunday, November 27. At 8 o'clock in the morning, a small truck slowly drove into the narrow Tianji Lane and stopped at Lin Miao

Outside the yard of the house. In the envious eyes of many old neighbors, Lin Guorong was very accustomed to shouting at the moving workers, calling them to carry all kinds of household belongings into the car lightly. But in fact, there are not many things to move, nothing more than refrigerators, washing machines, a few household appliances, and boxes containing clothes for a family of three for each season. Bulky furniture, such as beds and cabinets, that were already in the new home, were naturally left behind for future tenants.

Jiang Ping led Lin Miao, blending in with the crowd of onlookers in an unusually active state, and laughed goodbye to all the neighbors.

It's just that at this time, the old lady did not appear.

The old lady moved back to the countryside yesterday, so Lin Guorong gave up the dinner with a certain district leader and helped her carry a lot of salutes. Before going out, she also told Lin Guorong in front of Jiang Ping that she would only be responsible for coming back to collect rent in the future - the news of renting, the old lady had already let it out. This old house, just like Lin Miao's impression, was finally divided in half by a thick wooden plank. And what is different from what I remember is that this time even the upstairs will be rented.

Lin Guorong has no opinion, whether upstairs or downstairs, all the rent collected belongs to the old lady, just as a son's filial piety to his mother, and it is not in vain for the old lady to move back and forth.

"Let's go! Let's go, don't send it away, I'll come back to see you!" After the pickup truck was loaded, Lin Guorong and the workers got into the car together. Jiang Ping and Lin Miao were motion sick, and there was no place for the driver's seat of the pickup truck, so they simply walked to Xicheng Street. The neighbors sent the mother and son all the way to the intersection of Lianjiang Road, Jiang Ping said loudly with a smile.

"Don't come back, it's a, it's a tattered place, and it's not a scenic spot. ”

"It's still your Ah Rong who has the ability, he said he would move away, we have no choice but to stay here and wait for the house to be demolished. ”

"Even if this dilapidated house will be demolished, I don't know when it will be demolished......"

The neighbors chattered all kinds of things, and finally sent Lin Miao's family away. There was such an old household missing in Tianji Lane, and each family sighed briefly, and this matter was in the past.

……

"Drip-bang!"

More than 20 minutes later, standing downstairs in her new home, Jiang Ping opened the electronic lock on the door downstairs with an excited face.

She hugged Lin Miao excitedly, ran from the 1st floor to the 5th floor in one breath, and walked into room 501, the furniture had already been arranged in the house, and as soon as the workers left, Lin Guorong was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, looking like he had never seen the world "I have it in the world".

Jiang Ping laughed out loud and walked around the house.

Although she didn't buy it, the new living environment still made her too happy to herself.

Lin Miao looked at her new home and felt very emotional.

When I was a child, I looked forward to it for so many years, and I finally moved out until I was demolished, but now it's okay, and life finally has hope. With the pressure of rent, Lao Lin shouldn't spend money as unrestrainedly as before, right?

- Hmm...... It doesn't seem to be necessarily......

"Forget it, let's take a step at a time......" Lin Miao muttered and walked outside the bathroom.

Pull open the door and turn on the light.

The bathroom is bright and tidy, with a washbasin that is no different from later generations, a shower system that does not separate dry and wet, and most importantly, an old-fashioned, but clean flushing toilet.

Lin Miao looked at the bathroom in front of her, was silent for two seconds, and then couldn't help singing: "There is a toilet in my home, and there is a hole in the toilet, and on the top of the hole, there is always a smile, and there is a lot of helplessness in the world......

"What kind of song are you singing?" Jiang Ping rubbed Lin Miao's head and couldn't stop laughing.

Lin Miao also made herself laugh, and replied casually: "Singing blindly." ”