"My son is going to publish a book......"

On the way home in a taxi, Lin Guorong's mind kept buzzing.

The early nineties were hardly the peak of literature and publishing, but in the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary people, the ability to print handwritten words in lead was still a distant and sacred thing. If Lin Guorong's biggest dream in his life is to be promoted, and the second biggest dream is to make a fortune, then the third biggest dream may really be to publish a book.

After pretending to be a cultural person for more than ten years, Lin Guorong simply needs some professionals engaged in the cultural industry or writing work to give him professional recognition of his "level". But the problem is that with his weak cultural foundation, weak perseverance in learning, and his attitude of life that he would rather go to the dance hall than think of going to the library to study on his own, the publication of a book has long been out of the sequence of dreams and ideals, and can only be said to be a fantasy at best.

Now, however, this almost pipe dream fantasy is about to magically happen to his son.

"Glory to the ancestors......" Lin Guorong smirked, his face was full of the oily shine left behind after eating at noon but he didn't bother to wash his face - so Jiang Ping, who was born with clean sex, had to fight him every once in a while, and it was really not for nothing.

In less than 10 minutes, the taxi stopped in front of the small courtyard in Tianji Lane.

Lin Guorong was very rude and asked the driver for the invoice and got out of the car, so he ran towards home with a roar.

It was noon, at 1 o'clock, and the small courtyard was quiet.

Lin Guorong took out the key and opened the door, and the force of pushing the door was like a bandit robbing a house, with a loud bang, the door was slammed against the wall, and none of the neighbors on the left and right were napping, and none of them were not awakened by him.

Upstairs, Jiang Ping was sleeping soundly with Lin Miao in her arms, and was suddenly woken up by the movement downstairs, and thought that the person who asked for the debt back then was back, so she jumped up from the bed in fright. But before he could put his coat on, there was a sound of hurried pedaling at the bottom of the stairs.

Lin Guorong ran up to the second floor in a hurry, Jiang Ping saw that her husband was coming home, she couldn't help patting her chest, and complained: "What are you doing? I thought a thief came in and scared me to death." ”

"Where did the thief come from in broad daylight?" Lin Guorong frowned, walked quickly to the TV cabinet, opened the drawer under the cabinet with a bang, and then grabbed Lin Miao's neatly stacked manuscript, turned around and went downstairs again.

Jiang Ping stopped him in a loud voice: "Wait a minute! I have something to tell you!"

Lin Guorong said impatiently: "Why are you forcing so many things? I have something important! I'll talk about it when I come back in the evening!"

"Son's business!" Jiang Ping yelled, and finally woke up Lin Miao, who was sleeping very deeply.

Lin Miao rubbed his eyes and sat up, stared at his father who came home inexplicably in a daze, glanced at it, and retracted back into the quilt weakly, and then he heard Jiang Ping say to Lin Guorong: "I want to give A Miao a piano version, the tuition fee for a year is 2000, you wait for the salary in a few days, give me the money." ”

Lin Guorong didn't care about spending money, but he was very persistent about the ownership of wages, and continued to frown and asked: "Ah Miao said that he wanted to learn?"

Jiang Ping didn't blink his eyelids, and replied awe-inspiringly: "Yes! ”

Lin Guorong is not in a hurry now. He walked lightly to the bed, and the tone of his speech was very different for a moment, and he changed his extremely gentle tone, and asked Lin Miao: "Ah Miao, do you want to learn by yourself?" Tell the truth to your father. ”

"Hmm......" Lin Miao didn't bother to poke her head out.

You don't have to think about it to know that if he dares to say a word now, Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping will definitely start today's round-one soon.

When Lin Guorong heard Lin Miao's answer, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but immediately, he immediately became firm again. It's a good thing that my son wants to learn piano, he has such a pursuit, he is a father, even if he sells blood, he has to support it!

Isn't it 2,000 yuan?

At most, I won't give gifts to the leaders next month.

At most, I won't go to the ballroom next month.

At most, I won't be in the restaurant for next month.

At most, I won't smoke or drink for the next month – well, I'm afraid not......

But all in all, saving money, as long as you grit your teeth, it's not too easy!

And by the end of the year, the unit will at least send a year-end bonus of five or six thousand, won't this hole be easily filled by then?

As for the money he owes to other people's families for his sister, he has been owed for so many years anyway, and in the end, the debt of 6,000 yuan is a trivial matter. It's better to pay back less this year, pay him back 3,000 yuan first, and then pay back the last 3,000 yuan before the first half of next year......

In a flash of light, Lin Guorong had already calculated a quick account in his mind.

"Okay, I'll give you the money in a few days. Lin Guorong said to Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping grinned, and her tone softened: "Let's go, let's go, if you have something urgent, hurry up and go about your business, my baby and I have to sleep for a while......"

Lin Guorong hummed and walked downstairs.

But as soon as he descended a few steps down the stairs, he couldn't help but pause again.

A thought suddenly flashed in Lin Guorong's mind, and he hurriedly turned around and turned back to the bed of the mother and son, and asked Lin Miao in a low voice: "Ah Miao, do you want to go with your father and go to your father's unit to play?"

"Don't play, what's so fun in the streets......" Lin Miao muttered sleepily.

Jiang Ping also interjected and said, "I have to take Ah Miao to the Children's Palace at night, I have told Ah Fang." ”

"Ah Fang is a fart!" Lin Guorong did not hide it, he strongly despised his neighbor, and his temper grew again, "I took Ah Miao to my unit, there is an important matter." ”

Jiang Ping didn't do it anymore, her neck stiffened, and she screamed back like a fighting cock: "Ah Miao, what important things can you do when you go to the unit? I have told others! You can't let me talk like a fart, right?"

Lin Guorong saw that Jiang Ping was energetic, and knew that he must not be confronted with her now. So he still had irritability on his face, but he took a step back and compromised unhappily: "I'll send Ah Miao directly to the Children's Palace at night, it's always okay, right?"

"Are you sending him there?" Jiang Ping quieted down, thinking that this would be fine, and it also saved her time to ride a bicycle back and forth. She directly put away her temper, changed it to a nagging tone, and told Lin Guorong: "Then you must let your son eat enough at night, and when you get to the Children's Palace, if you meet Ah Fang, you can help me see how her son plays the piano, and you can't let her say cool words, you know......?"

"I'll lend her ten guts!" Lin Guorong said arrogantly, lifting the quilt and hugging Lin Miao.

Lin Miao, whose nap was seriously disturbed, was a little broken in her heart, "Dad, don't make trouble, I still have to work in the afternoon......"

"I know, I know, if you want to write an article, you can write it in your father's unit. There is no one in Dad's unit now, it is very quiet, and it will definitely not affect your writing......" Lin Guorong smiled brightly.

Lin Miao looked at his father's expression, and could guess with his toes that he must have some simple purpose.

But in this way, it is impossible not to cooperate......

After all, what requirements does the father have, as long as he does not violate the law and discipline, commit adultery, trample on morality, or violate public order and good customs, he should always try to satisfy him as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you really wait until the old man is lying on the bed like a vegetative person one day, then it will be called if the son wants to raise but does not wait, and it is too late to think about filial piety at that time, and it is useless to regret it.

Lin Guorong hurriedly put on Lin Miao's clothes and pants, and carried him downstairs to wash his face hastily.

Less than 5 minutes later, father and son were already in a taxi to Xicheng Street.

After waiting for the car, Lin Guorong told Lin Miao the truth: "Dad will take you to meet an aunt." ”

Lin Miao sighed silently, resisted the violent urge to vomit, and thought in his mind: "The species of Xuan'er Mad Demon is really cross-era, and the pot of WeChat is really wronged......"