Ding Shaoyi's expectations for "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" are not only like sweeping the couch to greet each other, but also like waiting for the day.

Very expected, but there is a hint of anxiety in the expectation.

Ding Shaoyi is optimistic about the quality of this collection of essays itself, but she cares about the stories that may happen around this collection of essays in the future, in the earlier story, she may have participated in it as a defender of the truth, or she may have just been a simple witness or narrator, telling the public the secrets behind this collection of essays in her later years.

Ding Shaoyi waited for Lin Miao for more than a month, knowing that she might be thinking a little too much, but she just couldn't control herself from thinking more.

Under the domination of such complex emotions, Ding Shaoyi, who has the final right to make the final decision on the small project of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", has already completed the typesetting of the text and the design of the cover without waiting for the last preface to be in place.

The cover design is very straightforward, which is a real daily street scene taken from a corner of Tianji Lane.

However, the person who took the photo was very unusual.

That was Ding Shaoyi using his personal relationship and specially invited the president of the Dongou Photography Association to personally handle it.

This photo taken by professionals using professional equipment to select professional angles through professional techniques not only completely covers up the old, dirty, broken and chaotic original appearance of Tianji Lane, but also captures the deep path and the quiet atmosphere of the ancient house.

On the right side of the cover, there are four large characters with strong strokes in a vertical row - small courtyard miscellaneous talk.

This is Lim's only contribution to the book.

For Ding Shaoyi, this is a surprise.

She really didn't expect that Lin Guorong, who seemed to be a straw bag on the surface, would have such an internal show. This calligraphy attainment, even if it is not called everyone's handwriting, but at least it is also in the house. It is used as a façade, and it will never be considered a drop price in most places.

On Saturday morning, after Ding Shaoyi got the last preface from Lin Guorong, she immediately gathered people and couldn't wait to rush to work that day.

On Monday morning, the Dongou Newspaper Group's printing plant rumbled.

Dozens of machines started at the same time, and by 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the first edition of 5,000 copies of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" had all been framed, and then a phone call was made directly to Lin Guorong's office.

Half an hour later, Lin Guorong, who had a huge face, actually borrowed the special car of Director Dong, the second-in-command of Xicheng Street, and asked Director Dong's full-time driver to drive him a special trip.

Lin Guorong directly brought back 100 new books from the printing house of the publishing house, and also brought his Oucheng District Writers Association membership card by the way.

On the way back, Lin Guorong sat in the back seat of the car, one hand on the pile of new books, his face was expressionless, but his heart was surging like clouds and rain, and he hissed and shouted: "Ma Ma coin! Lao Tzu has published a book! Ma Tzu has published a book! Lao Tzu has published a book!!

Of course, Lao Lin was not really excited enough to split, thinking that the book was written by himself.

It's just that when this kind of thing happens, it's really inevitable to get excited.

Besides, what else do Lao Tzu and his son need to share with each other? It's just a ghostwriter, and it's not a scrap of ashes with a forgiveness coefficient of zero, and the father and son share honor and disgrace, what can't they share together?

With such a reassuring thought, Lin Guorong returned to the unit and immediately began to pretend to be forced around.

He took dozens of books from the books and knocked on the office doors of the various neighborhood leaders one by one, one for each of the 13 neighborhood leaders; after the distribution of the leaders, he was not satisfied, and then one for each middle-level unit and deputy unit level, as well as one for the staff and clerks with formal establishments, and in one fell swoop he gave away half of the 100 new books given to him by the publishing house.

Hu Jianhui reacted the most when she got the book, and pulled Lin Guorong to ask the truth.

"Lao Hu, we just need to know this in our own hearts. You said that people outside, if I tell them the truth, will they believe it?" Lin Guorong looked calm, "It's better to be like this now, so as not to make trouble for yourself as a gossip outside." ”

Hu Jianhui understood now, nodded and sighed: "That's right, it's also for the sake of the child's ......."

"That's right!" Lin Guorong laughed.

Lin Guorong and Hu Jianhui were chatting on the third floor, and in the leaderless party and government office office on the fourth floor, they were also having a lot of fun at this time.

Jiang Ping was surrounded by a group of colleagues, listening to their various flattery and patting, and the whispers of "oh ho ho ho" came and went.

This time to earn face, it's so special to have face.

This year's vanity KPI is not only up to standard, but also overpriced!

In the office building on Xicheng Street, employees spent the whole afternoon discussing the matter.

Talking about gossip When it was time to get off work, Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping took the rest of the books and called a tricycle to go home.

But after returning home, the pair still didn't stop, anyway, the son didn't come home for dinner in the evening, so they simply took 10 books, planning to go to each relative's house in the evening to brush 10 prestige copies in a row.

Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping spoke loudly before going out, and before it was dark, the matter of publishing the book was already known to everyone.

So as soon as they went out on their front feet, the neighbors poured into Lin Miao's house with their back feet, and they broke up with the old lady, throwing tons of all kinds of fleshy flattery at the old lady without money.

"Xiulan, your son is really capable! He can be a leader and write articles, and now that the books have been written, if my family has half of Ah Rong's ability, I am willing to close my eyes now!"

"Cultured is cultured, like me, I haven't read a book, I can't read a book if you give me, Ah Rong can write it himself, Xiulan, you are really blessed, your sons have become great writers, your family is estimated to have been a champion in your ancestors, right?"

"Lin Zexu, Lin Zexu, Ah Rong told me, is Lin Zexu's descendant!"

"Who is Lin Zexu?"

"Tsk! Lin Zexu doesn't even know?

"Illiterate! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, okay, that is called Humen Cigarette Sales!"

The old lady didn't know what to smoke and smoke, she hadn't read, she couldn't read, she hadn't heard of it, and Lin Zexu hadn't heard of it, but it didn't matter, whether she understood it or not, these didn't prevent her from accepting the praise and praise of her neighbors.

All she needs to know is a little bit of it.

Lin Guorong published a book, she kissed her son and wrote a book.

In the eyes of the old lady, this is not much different from the achievements of the champion in ancient times.

"Xiulan, I heard that Ah Rong is moving out?" In the harmonious praise, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

The sound insulation of the houses in the courtyard is generally not good, in fact, everyone knows in their hearts that the relationship between the old lady and Lin Guorong is not harmonious, and she is even more on the same page with Jiang Ping, the daughter-in-law. But usually no one mentions these things in person, because everyone has a parent, and if anyone asks like this, it is equivalent to tearing his face and planning to die together.

The old lady looked at the person questioning.

The one who asked this sentence was Jiang Ping's "best friend", Ah Fang.

"Move out...... It's convenient to work, and it's a little closer to the unit. The old lady was calm and dealt with Ah Fangdao.

Ah Fang smiled, and said ruthlessly: "It's not far away, why did you let others make money in vain, as soon as you moved over, they moved away, and people who don't know think they are hiding from you, hahahaha......"

The old lady's face turned a little blue, and she smiled stubbornly: "You are worried, I will also move in with them." Those who chew the root of their tongues in the back will have their tongues rotten sooner or later, their tongues will rot their faces, their faces and hearts, and their whole bodies will rot, and they will not be happy to die, right?"

The conversation in the room stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Ah Fang gloatingly.

Ah Fang was embarrassed and angry, smiled, and said, "Auntie, you talk slowly, I'll go back to watch TV, Qianlong is going to start ......"

When everyone heard this, they all dispersed in a hurry.

The old lady was left alone in the house.

She sat on the bed and was silent for a long time, and then she was stunned, and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.