Lin Guorong got up from bed in the morning, and it was already 7:40.

There is no one at home, it is quiet, Jiang Ping has already gone to work, and her son has gone on an autumn outing again.

Lin Guorong yawned, rubbed his face with his hands, and always felt that there seemed to be something important today, but after sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't remember what it was. He simply stood up, did not put on clothes, lit a cigarette first, and slowly sobered up from his mind.

He smoked a cigarette, pushed open the balcony door, walked to the balcony railing, and leaned against it.

In the house directly below the balcony, the hostess was sitting bent down on the steps to wash clothes, and from Lin Guorong's line of sight, she could just see the white ditch exposed under the placket of the other party.

Lin Guorong's expression was very obscene, and the associations in his mind were even more obscene.

The woman below seemed to have discovered something intuitively, and suddenly raised her head, looked at Lin Guorong, and knew what Lin Guorong was looking at, but she didn't go back, but smiled at him and said loudly: "Ah Rong, don't you go to work so late?"

Lin Guorong pretended to be forced, and learned Tony Leung's posture of combing his hair in the mirror without a teacher, shook the cigarette ash with a deep expression, and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you go to work a few minutes early or a few minutes late, the main thing is that you haven't figured out some things." ”

The woman asked, "What's the matter?"

"Alas, you don't understand my business...... Lin Guorong Xu felt that this was almost too much, so he pressed the remaining one-third of the cigarette butt on the guardrail, threw the cigarette butt on the roof tiles of someone else's house, and turned around and went back to the house.

Seeing this, the woman below lowered her head and smiled, not knowing what she was laughing at.

Lin Guorong smoked a cigarette, his thoughts diverged for a while, and the memories of "important things" finally emerged from under the cerebral cortex.

He walked to the TV cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out the manuscript of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" that Lin Miao solemnly entrusted to him last night.

Lin Guorong flipped through these four hundred grids with reverence, and only felt that the more the words in the manuscript were written, the more mature and sophisticated they became, and the style was formed. In the past few months, Lin Miao's calligraphy has obviously improved again.

Lin Guorong couldn't help but sigh complacently, and sighed narcissistically: "It is worthy of my Lin Guorong's son, the tiger father has no dog......"

Standing stupidly for a long time, it was almost 8 o'clock, he finally put these manuscripts into the brown paper bag he took from the unit, and then went downstairs to rinse his mouth, wash his face, and pee, and rubbed until it was almost 8:20, and then he went out unhurriedly.

As a stout old fritter, he obviously didn't care about being late.

Because since the second half of this year, the Saturday unit has only been working for half a day, which is actually not much different from the rest day.

After having breakfast outside, when Lin Guorong arrived at the unit, the hour hand was almost pointing to 9 o'clock.

He walked into his department, and several clerks and clerks in it had already obediently gone to work for nearly one hour.

When these people saw the section chief coming, they all got up to say hello.

Lin Guorong looked serious, as if he had just returned from dealing with some urgent petition outside, spared a circle in the department, casually asked if there was anything important today, and after getting a satisfactory answer, he returned to his office with a smile.

Push open the office door, and the room is clean and neat.

The hot water in the thermos is already full, I don't know which comrade is so diligent, but Lao Lin doesn't care at all.

After pouring himself a cup of tea and picking up today's newspaper, Lao Lin was about to start a new day of study and work.

It's just that as soon as he picked up the "Dongou Daily", he suddenly remembered someone.

Lin Guorong patted his head lightly, and took out a brown paper bag containing his son's original handwriting from his briefcase, as well as a business card holder.

After rummaging through the business card holder for a while, Lin Guorong found the business card given by Lu Jianbo, picked up the phone on the table, pressed the number on the business card, shook the number, and called the editorial office of the literary edition of Dongou Daily.

The phone rang five or six times before the other end picked up.

"Who?" Lu Jianbo's voice came out of the microphone.

Lin Guorong laughed and said: "Lu Bian! It's me! Lin Guorong, from Xicheng Street, my son wrote an article to show you last month......"

"Oh...... Oh, oh, oh!" Lu Jianbo reacted very excitedly, and his voice was much higher, "Your child, all the articles have been written, right?"

"Yes, everything is here!" Lin Guorong smiled, "Lu Bian, am I sending it to you, or are you going to get it?"

"Don't call it Lu Biao, it's not good to marinate anything, you have to marinate a whip, it's too ugly. You just call me Jianbo!" Lu Jianbo said, "You can send it over, I still have some things to be busy here, you can come over later, just enough to have lunch together." A big editor-in-chief of our group publishing house happens to be here today, so you can discuss your son's book together. ”

"Okay, then I'll go over now, don't bother, right?" Lin Guorong was also idle in the unit, and immediately asked.

Lu Jianbo replied with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll wait for you to come over." ”

Lin Guorong hung up the phone, stuffed the brown paper bag into the briefcase, closed the office door, and walked out in high spirits.

I took two steps, thought about it, and turned back to the 4th floor.

The door of the party and government office on the fourth floor was wide open, and the enthusiastic laughter of several women came from inside.

Lin Guorong walked in and saw Jiang Ping gossiping with his colleagues, and said to her casually: "Ah Ping, I'll go out for a while, and if anyone looks for me, you can tell him that I will go to the editorial office of Dongou Daily." ”

As soon as the laughter in the room stopped, Jiang Ping asked blankly, "What are you doing there?"

Lin Guorong waited for this, and said loudly to a small room with a closed door on the side: "Your baby son is going to publish a book, and the editor-in-chief of the daily newspaper asked me for an interview!"

"Oh...... It's the one you've been writing about lately, right?"

Jiang Ping has been living a chic enough life, Lin Miao has never asked him about his academic performance since she was a child, and Lin Miao usually does something else, and she doesn't know anything else. Relying on this "free-release" educational attitude, Jiang Ping was finally able to train Lin Miao to become a master's student, and I don't know how many people said that she had accumulated yin virtue in her previous life.

Lin Guorong pretended to run away.

When he left, the door to the small room next door opened, and out came a lean man in his 50s, already full of gray hair.

This lean man is Jiang Ping's top boss Dai Jianwu, director of the Party and Government Office of Xicheng Street. It is also the theoretical "first middle-level cadre of Xicheng Street", and in the cadre sequence of the street, it is just ranked first in front of Lin Guorong, the "second-ranking middle-level cadre of Xicheng Street". is about the relationship, and the two of them usually can't deal with it.

So it's not that Hu Jianhui opened his mouth, Dai Jianwu would never let Jiang Ping mess around in his party and government office.

Dai Jianwu sat down beside Jiang Ping, and said with a smile: "The child is so promising, do you want to publish a book?"

"Oh ho ......ho ho

Dai Jianwu said with a gloomy face: "Isn't your son only 6 years old?"

"7 years old!" Jiang Ping is heartless, she doesn't know how to read words and emotions at all, she didn't notice the unhappiness that Dai Jianwu almost wrote on her face, and she was still silly and happy, "After the New Year, I will be 8 years old and grow up." ”

"Big fart. Dai Jianwu finally couldn't hold it back, and said a little angrily, "Such a young child, what books are good? I can't read the whole word, your Lao Lin is too, I really can't listen to it!"

Controlling the words, Dai Jianwu sent a nameless fire and went downstairs.

Jiang Ping looked inexplicable, turned her head and asked her colleagues, "What's wrong with this old man?"

The colleague next to him replied: "His grandson has always failed the Chinese exam in primary school, and you said that your son has published books, can he not be angry?"

"Oh......" Jiang Ping nodded, rolled her eyes and complained, "His grandson can't study, can he rely on my son for this? Have I told you that my son has won the first prize in a math competition?"

The people on the side shook their heads in unison.

Jiang Ping showed a smile on her face, changed her posture and said: "What kind of math competition, my son won the first prize in Oucheng District, and the teacher also said that he will go to the city to compete next!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the praise of colleagues around them.

In this joyful and harmonious atmosphere, a panicked shout suddenly came from the staircase outside the party and government office: "Director Dai! What's wrong with you, Director Dai! Oh my God! Come on! Director Dai fainted! Director Dai had a stroke! Call 110 ......."