In the late 80s and early 90s, the last remnants of the Chinese literary fever were still hot during this time, earning the last breath of air for the hundred-legged insect of pure literature and the press and publishing industry.

As the largest newspaper publishing group in Dongou City and even in the southern region of Qujiang Province, Dongou Newspaper Group not only provided a large number of cultural jobs for the entire Dongou City in the early 90s, created a huge amount of GDP, but also became the city's largest public opinion propaganda position and cultural elite center, which can be called the terminal supplier of Dongou City's spiritual and cultural industry.

As the headquarters center of Dongou Newspaper Group, Dongou Daily Building is the highest landmark of Dongou City before the start of the city's old city renovation project. The 26-storey high-rise building stands in the most central location of Oucheng District. Standing at the highest place overlooking the Oujiang River, you can not only see the green mountains, but also the tombs on the mountains. Feng Shui joints, all in view.

Lu Jianbo, as a middle-level cadre in the unit, is not qualified to stand on the 26th floor and look down.

His office is on the 16th floor, but it's enough to see a lot of things that the average person can't see.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the window, looking at Jiangxinyu in the distance with excitement on his face. He didn't know that Lin Miao had gone to Jiangxinyu for an autumn trip, but it was just that-looking from his direction, there was nothing else to look at except Jiangxinyu.

Therefore, he is actually just waiting for someone to wait for the egg to hurt, and stand up and grind foreign workers when he is bored.

There was a creak, and the office door was pushed in from the outside.

Lu Jianbo turned his head and was overjoyed when he saw the visitor, but the person who came was not Lin Guorong, but a woman in her early fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously dressed.

She looked very serious, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately became gentle and amiable.

"Jianbo, what's the matter? You also specially called my office, just these few floors, can you come up by yourself?" The woman was obviously very close to Lu Jianbo, walked in and took the door with her hand, and sat down gracefully on the only sofa in the room.

"Director Ding, this is really a great thing. Lu Jianbo rubbed his hands, this is his habitual action, every time he encounters a good article or a high-level writer, he will subconsciously rub it twice.

Director Ding's full name is Ding Shaoyi, who was the first batch of college students in China to resume the college entrance examination at the end of the 70s, and studied under the Taishan-level modern literature master of a certain university in Yanjing, and later became a graduate student of the master.

After graduating from graduate school, Ding Shaoyi returned to Dongou City to support the construction of cultural work in his hometown.

Due to her hard foundation and academic background, in less than 20 years, she has been promoted all the way, from an ordinary clerk of Dongou Newspaper Group to the current deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing department and editor-in-chief of the literature department of Dongou Newspaper Group, and her administrative rating is at the deputy division level.

But that's not all.

In addition to this pure identity in the system, Ding Shaoyi is also the vice chairman of the Dongou City Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, which just overwhelms Lu Jianbo, the deputy editor-in-chief of the literary section of the newspaper and the chairman of the Oucheng District Writers Association.

It can be regarded as a very comprehensive leader of all the work of Lu Jianbo.

It stands to reason that there is no first place in literature, and it is difficult for the relationship between literati to get better, not to mention the relationship between leaders and subordinates in the middle.

But it may be because Lu Jianbo is more knowledgeable about advancing and retreating, and Ding Shaoyi is also a rare intellectual who knows how to be a person, coupled with some unspeakable feelings between men and women, the two have been getting along well for so many years.

It can even be said that it is a bit of a blue face and a red face appreciate each other.

"Don't tell me yet, God is mysterious. Ding Shaoyi snorted slightly.

The beauty of a woman in her forties and fifties is appreciated by a man in her forties and fifties.

Lu Jianbo looked at Ding Shaoyi's gentle and lanish gas, and his heart rippled slightly.

He smiled a little shyly, made a cup of tea for Ding Shaoyi first, and diverted his attention.

When he handed the steaming cup and the fragrance of tea to Ding Shaoyi, Lu Jianbo said with a smile: "I can't say it now, I'll give you a big surprise later." ”

"Oh?" Ding Shaoyi took the cup and didn't drink it, but looked at Lu Jianbo with bright eyes, "How big is the big surprise?"

Lu Jianbo shook his head and said, "It's so big that before he appeared, I didn't dare to think that there would be such a thing in this world." It simply shattered my perception of the world. ”

Ding Shaoyi saw that Lu Jianbo was serious, and finally became interested.

She put Erlang's legs, sat up straight and said, "Then I really have to take a good look at this surprise." ”

The two waited in the office for about 10 minutes before the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes strode in, sweating profusely. Seeing Lu Jianbo, as soon as this old man opened his mouth, he shouted in a rude and loud voice: "Jianbo! Your building is really high! But crawl to death!"

Ding Shaoyi's brows frowned slightly.

But she endured.

People who engage in literature are all kinds of strange people, and they have all kinds of virtues, and this guy today is okay.

Although the temperament is rude, at least she looks good, even if she bursts into a foul language, it will not make her feel upset immediately.

"Section Chief Lin, please make an extra trip, but there is an elevator in our building!" Lu Jianbo smiled, shook hands with Lin Guorong, and then immediately turned his head and introduced Lin Guorong, "Section Chief Lin, this is Ding Shaoyi, deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing department of our newspaper group, and editor-in-chief Ding is the vice chairman of our Dongou City Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, and he is also a professor of the Department of Journalism of Dongou University. ”

Lin Guorong listened to Lu Jianbo's introduction and left the embarrassment caused by climbing the stairs behind.

He looked at Ding Shaoyi with the eyes of a fairy, and at this moment, the old woman in front of him seemed to be glowing......

"Professor Ding! I have admired him for a long time!" Lin Guorong, who had never heard the name Ding Shaoyi, stepped forward to greet him blindly, and pretended to be a cultural person, and praised himself, "Contemptible Lin Guorong, the chief of the urban management section of Xicheng Street." ”

Ding Shaoyi smiled faintly, stood up and shook hands with Lin Guorong gently, and then quietly wiped his palms on his trouser legs in disgust. Lin Guorong's hands were covered with sweat, and he felt weird and disgusting.

"Jianbo, this Section Chief Lin, is that the surprise you said?" Ding Shaoyi's eyes wandered and looked at Lu Jianbo.

Lu Jianbo was still selling Guanzi, and he didn't say the answer, but asked Lin Guorong: "Section Chief Lin, did you bring the manuscript?"

"Brought, brought, all there. Lin Guorong hurriedly opened the briefcase and took out the brown paper bag.

Lu Jianbo took it, opened the bag, took out the thick pile of manuscripts from it with a precious face, flipped through it twice, and confirmed that it was Lin Miao's handwriting that others could not imitate, and then handed the manuscript to Ding Shaoyi, and said with an expectant face: "Director Ding, take a look." ”

Ding Shao was not shocked, took the manuscript indifferently, glanced at the words on it, showed a smile, and said: "Section Chief Lin has such a magnificent appearance, but this word is written beautifully, like a woman's words. ”

Lin Guorong immediately said: "I didn't write it. ”

"Oh?" Ding Shaoyi glanced at Lin Guorong and nodded, feeling a little more comfortable.

Of course, she didn't want Lin Guorong to be the surprise in Lu Jianbo's mouth - because just looking at people, she really couldn't feel this so-called surprise at all......

Ding Shaoyi didn't rush to ask who wrote the thing, but silently turned the manuscript, page by page, until the last one, before stopping. She has a habit of looking at things that are neither good nor bad, and she looks at the end first.

Lin Guorong didn't dare to disturb, pulled a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Ding Shaoyi's reaction.

Ding Shaoyi's appearance when reading is very similar to Hu Jianhui.

They read very slowly, and in some passages they stop abruptly, as if they had been thinking for a long time before continuing to read.

But Ding Shaoyi's appearance fell in Lu Jianbo's eyes, but it was not the case at all.

It's no secret that newspapers are extremely busy with their daily review work, and editors have always been extremely fast. Especially with Ding Shaoyi's position, such experience, and ordinary articles, you can generally determine whether it can be used, whether it needs to be changed, how to use it, and when to use it. But now, her attention, her gaze, seemed to be nailed to the manuscript.

Lu Jianbo was a little complicated in his heart.

He has been engaged in writing work for so many years, and Ding Shaoyi has never taken the manuscripts he writes so seriously.

And now, what a 6-year-old child wrote made Ding Shaoyi fascinated.

Is there really such a big gap between people?

The three people in the room had their own thoughts, and there was silence for a while.

Ding Shaoyi gradually fell into a trance, as if she didn't realize that there were two people in the room.

The article in her hand evoked too many memories of her youth.

When she went to the capital alone to study, in the ivory tower full of romance, she inevitably met people who should not have been met.

But in those days, she only dared to stay by his side silently, and only dared to write all her love for him on paper in the dead of night, until she graduated from college, went all over the place, and finally failed to tell him that admiration in person. After many years, I met again by chance, but Shaohua had passed away and his face was gone. Looking back suddenly, I found that the impulse of youth was no longer in my heart, and all that was left was my blessing to him.

"If you're well, it's a sunny day. At the end of the reading, Ding Shaoyi couldn't help but read it out, she sniffled, then shook her head, and a relieved smile on her face.

She calmly took out the handkerchief she was carrying, wiped away the tears that overflowed her eyes without embarrassment, turned her head to Lin Guorong and said, "Laugh, this article is very well written." The emotions are delicate, the writing is graceful, there is not only Zhu Ziqing's style, but also a little bit of Murong's charm, the level is very high, and it is no problem to publish. ”

Zhu Ziqing, Xi Murong, and Lin Guorong didn't know any of them.

But that didn't stop him from understanding the last sentence.

Lao Lin suddenly looked happy.

Immediately, I heard Ding Shaoyi ask, "Which talented girl wrote it?"

"Talented girl?" Lin Guorong was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out, "It's not a woman, it's my son who wrote it!"

"Your son?" Ding Shaoyi was also stunned. In these years, the male writer who can write such a fresh and elegant rouge article, at least in her impression, there is no such god in the mainland.

Besides, looking at Lin Guorong's age, he is in his thirties at most, so how old is his son this year?

"How old is your son?high school?junior high school?" Ding Shaoyi asked repeatedly.

Lin Guorong smiled and said: "No, no, my son is still young, and he is only in elementary school......

"Only in elementary school?!" Ding Shaoyi lost her temper at this time, she stood up suddenly, and asked in surprise, "How old is your son?"

"Director Ding, don't get excited!" Lu Jianbo hurriedly ran forward and couldn't help but smile, "Didn't I tell you everything, it's a surprise! Subvert my understanding of the world!"

Ding Shaoyi came back to his senses at this time.

She adjusted her breathing, restrained her emotions, and whispered to Lin Guorong, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, we're all doing writing work, I can understand that. Lin Guorong said quite shamelessly, and then immediately followed, "My son is 7 years old this year. ”

"Seven years old?" Ding Shaoyi's brows furrowed tightly.

After a moment of silence, she gently threw the manuscript in her hand on the sofa, the expectation on her face was gone, and it was replaced by an undisguised mockery: "What a big surprise...... A 7-year-old child writes about love, and he writes so profoundly, Section Chief Lin, your children are very precocious!

Lin Guorong looked confused, and asked three questions-

Why is this woman so capricious?

What exactly did my son write?

Why did she slap me all of a sudden?