Two fluorescent lamps hanging on the beams illuminate the small dilapidated house diagonally opposite Bailifang Primary School.

Wu Tianhua sat on the side of the road outside the house, holding a two-yuan pack of peony cigarettes in his mouth, looking quiet and leisurely, blowing the cool evening breeze of summer. Just yesterday, he celebrated his fortieth birthday. As if it was just a blink of an eye, the once handsome young man, unconsciously, became the greasy appearance of his big belly. Not only did his hair fall out so much that he needed support from all sides, but what was even more ridiculous was that the real name given by his parents, who was originally good, was slowly forgotten, and was replaced by the word COSCO. Regardless of whether there is a surname "Zhong" in this world, I really don't have the surname Zhong.

Insulting the ancestors......

He studied hard since he was a child, and he was famous at the age of thirty-two, but after all, he lacked the support of nobles, and the height that he could reach in life seemed to end here. finally joined the Dongou Calligraphers Association, and it took eight years to get a director, and he couldn't even get the vice chairman. In the provincial association of Qujiang Province, there is no status, the identity written on the certificate is only a member, not even a member.

It's not like the same middle-aged and ambitious guy, who was promoted at a young age, and is a national cadre, and after becoming famous, he crossed the border and moved into the circle he had sought for half his life, and he became his superior leader, and he also got a member status in the provincial association. In order to be able to hug his thighs, he shook off all the face of his life this time, so he begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother, and finally won a place in a national competition for his son under the banner of the other party.

Lin Guorong, the life of the dog is really good.

And my wife is still beautiful......

COSCO took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw the butt of the cigarette to the ground, and stomped on it vigorously.

"Damn, it's all ......fate," COSCO muttered softly, and this morning he saw the propaganda in Dongou Daily that Lao Lin's new book was about to be listed, and the title of the book was very high, called "Ask: Lin Guorong's View of Literature and Literary Education". He couldn't even write the title so well, he could only admit defeat, he really couldn't compare to others, he was too talented.

"Binbin, how much is left? COSCO got up and walked into the house, urging the child who was still practicing hard.

The child named Binbin has been studying with him for six years, from the first grade of primary school to the present, and after the summer vacation, he will soon enter junior high school. According to his grandmother, junior high school will continue to study for another year, and lay a foundation for one or two more years, so that it will not be abandoned so quickly in the future. It's best to be able to win another award, and in the future, you can count yourself as a skill and be able to eat.

COSCO said yes on the lips, but in his heart he hehe.

How many people who engage in art can rely on art to make a living?

"It's coming, it's coming, there's only a dozen words left. The grandmother, who came with Binbin, said with a smile, "Mr. COSCO, are you waiting to go back to watch the TV series?"

"There's still a fart TV series now, it's long since it was broadcast, and I'll go to sleep when I go back. COSCO picked up the thermos cup on the table and took two sips, and the tea in the thermos cup was already cold.

COSCO stood aside and treated the last few words politely, even more seriously than the exam.

After five or six minutes of writing, tonight's calligraphy homework was finally over.

"It's done!" Bin Bin exhaled, looking at his work with a confident and smug expression. Although he didn't have an official title, he had long felt that he was the chief disciple of COSCO. COSCO has also praised him in the class more than once, saying that his positive level is already on par with COSCO, and if he is not too young, he can start the class by himself.

"Huh?" Hearing this, COSCO sat down directly beside Binbin, then stretched out his arm and took the brush dipped in red ink from the table next to him for grading homework. Looking down, COSCO smiled, nodded and praised: "Yes, it is indeed possible." As he spoke, he quickly drew a red circle on Binbin's homework book.

Binbin watched every red circle fall on the paper, and his heart was happy.

COSCO drew a page full of red circles, turned to the next page, and simply wrote a big "good" word, then put the pen aside, and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't change it, your homework has nothing to change!"

"Ah, I write so seriously......" cried out Binbin haughtily.

The grandmother next to her laughed and said, "Okay, okay, it's not enough to praise you like this." Hurry up and pack up, the teacher is still waiting to go home!"

"You're a fart, and it's not bad for a few minutes. Bin choked a little impatiently, but honestly began to organize his things. After all, it is a child, and it is not easy to sit like this for more than two hours.

COSCO stood up, tidied up the tables and chairs, and waited for Binbin to clean up, and immediately turned off the lights and closed the door.

But at this time, a small car slowly stopped at the door of the cabin.

Two horns.

COSCO raised his eyes and hurriedly ran out of the door.

As soon as the car door opened, Lao Lin walked down from the car with a smile, still holding a paper bag in his hand, and shouted without giving any face: "Bald!"

"Eh!" COSCO deserved to be called a crisp, hurriedly stepped forward, and said with a flattering smile, "Why did Section Chief Lin come over so late, you can just call me if you have something." ”

"I just took a few kids to swimming lessons and just came back. Lao Lin pointed to the car.

The window of the car was slowly lowered, and Lin Miao, who was sitting in the car, beckoned to COSCO and greeted, "Teacher!"

"Eh, eh!" COSCO nodded in response.

Lao Lin handed over the cowhide bag in his hand: "The kid got the things done this afternoon, I took a look, it's good, let's take this to the game." By the way, after the competition, you can get the original back, right? If not, why don't I make a few copies tomorrow and then give you something?"

"No, no, of course the original is going to be brought back!" COSCO opened the brown paper bag with a smile, took out Lin Miao's "Will Enter the Wine", glanced at it casually, and nodded in praise, "Yes, yes, I can't even learn the font of Ah Miao." ”

"What I said was that I couldn't learn his word. Lao Lin rarely communicated with the craft, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a play in winning the award?"

"It's hard to say. COSCO was a little more serious, "The level of the judges is too high, and I can't say anything." But to be fair, I look at the word child, and the possibility of winning the award is still relatively large, but it is difficult to say how many prizes there are. ”

"If you only win a third prize, it doesn't seem interesting, forget it, I'll find someone to help with this. Lao Lin was so inflated that he didn't take the national third prize as dry food, and when he opened the back door, he said it lightly, as if there were his people in the whole country, "Okay, it's not early, I'll go back first." ”

Lao Lin turned around and returned to the car.

Santana turned around and headed for Westside Street.

COSCO stood on the side of the road, watching the black bridge car disappear into the distance with its low beams on. turned around, but was slightly startled by the grandparents and grandchildren standing behind him.

"Mr. COSCO, what kind of competition are you?" the polite grandmother said with a slightly questioning tone.

Binbin's eyes looked at him and he was even more resentful.

Six years, he hasn't gotten a chance to compete.

That Lin Miao, why can he go to the competition after studying for half a year? And it's a national competition?!

COSCO was a little embarrassed by Binbin and his grandmother, he coughed, took out Lin Miao's work, and defended: "This kid writes with a hard pen, and his father got it for him, how can I have this ability?"

"Then why did he hand over the things to you?" Grandma Binbin caught the loophole in COSCO's words with one sentence.

COSCO was a little anxious: "This has nothing to do with you, you should go back early, it's so late......"

"What has nothing to do with us! COSCO teacher, you have to speak of conscience!" Grandma Binbin roared loudly in anger.

……

"I'm so hungry, Dad, let's find a place to eat. ”

"What do you want to eat?"

"What does Xiaoxiao want to eat?"

"Cake ......"

"Where's Ah Fan?"

"I'll do whatever it takes. ”

"Then find a shop with barbecue and cakes and instant noodles. ”

"Brother Miao, what does instant noodles mean?"

Lin Miao and Xu Fengfan were pulling eggs, and Lao Lin looked at his son who looked different everywhere in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. The two children talked for a long time, and Xu Fengfan suddenly asked Lin Guorong: "Uncle, are you going to publish a book again?"

"Well, it will be listed tomorrow, do you want it?" asked Lao Lin.

Xu Fengfan said honestly: "I want it, but I'm afraid my father will be unhappy." My dad ...... You know......"

Lao Lin sighed: "Alas, your father just thinks too much, you say that you are so good with my family A Miao, and I have no big contradiction with your father, why did he make himself so unhappy?

Xu Fengfan echoed: "Yes, my mother also said the same about my dad, but my dad is hard-mouthed, and he has to say that your book was not written by you." ”

Lin Miao was slightly startled in her heart.

Wow, wipe it, Ling Zun's eyes are like torches!

"Does your dad really say that?" Lao Lin, an old fritter in society, didn't have any pressure at all, and said with a smile.

Xu Fengfan nodded heavily, and there was no psychological obstacle to selling his father for glory: "That's right!"

Lao Lin looked infinitely emotional, and couldn't help shaking his head: "This Lao Xu, there are really many ideas......

"Alas......" Xu Fengfan also sighed, and said to Lin Miao again, "Brother Miao, will you also publish a book one day?"

"It depends, if necessary, a book can be published. Lin Miao replied lightly.

Xu Fengfan said curiously: "Are you so sure you can do it?"

Lin Miao asked rhetorically: "Brother Fan, do you know what factors are the most critical for a person to succeed?"

Xu Fengfan thought for a while: "One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulations of yin virtue and five readings?"

Lin Miao stared at Xu Fengfan, a little surprised: "Ouch, I'll go, young man, you have Huigen!"