Lin Miao knew Hu Jianhui.

Mayor Hu, 20 years later, looks young at this time-

Well...... It's better to look good when you're old......

"Thank you, Auntie. Lin Miao sold Meng and took the cup.

Lu Jianbo couldn't help laughing, and said, "Auntie is so affectionate, look at me and ignore me, look down on me?"

Lin Miao didn't reply, but looked at Hu Jianhui.

Hu Jianhui really reacted very quickly, and immediately introduced to Lin Miao: "Child, this uncle is a very powerful person! Do you know Dongou Daily?"

Lin Miao nodded obediently.

Hu Jianhui continued with a smile: "This uncle is the professional editor of Dongou Daily, who is responsible for the review of literary works, and he is also the chairman of our Oucheng District Writers' Association, and the vice chairman of the entire Dongou City Federation of Literary and Art Circles. ”

So awesome?

Lin Miao couldn't help but be a little impressed by this middle-aged lewd man.

Lin Guorong immediately respected Lu Jianbo. It's really unseemly, just such a guy who looks poor and sour and has roots and pigtails like a beggar's leader, is actually the vice chairman of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles?

"Uncle, let's hurry up. Lin Miao jumped up from the sofa and instantly looked full of combat power.

Lu Jianbo was stunned.

Are today's children so snobbish and so open-minded......

No, it's possible that there is a problem with the tutoring......

Lu Jianbo turned his head to look at Lin Guorong, but unexpectedly found that Lin Guorong was looking at him with great reverence.

It was as if he was looking at the top scholars of key universities, which made Lu Jianbo feel extremely useful.

So Lu immediately changed his mind again, and thought categorically: "Impossible, with such a parent who respects intellectuals, there will definitely be no problem with this child's tutoring!"

"Uncle, will you use the style in which I wrote this article?"

Lin Miao took out a ballpoint pen and a note from Lin Guorong's drawer, interrupting Lu Jianbo's wishful thinking.

"Oh, yes, yes, in this style. Lu Jianbo came back to his senses, replied repeatedly, and then couldn't help but say more, "What, can you still write in other writing styles?"

Lin Miao smiled arrogantly: "Switching styles is a basic skill! Do you think a big writer will be entangled in the details of writing, and only a young writer who has just entered the industry is very particular about writing skills!"

Hu Jianhui's eyes lit up when he heard this, but Lu Jianbo reserved his opinion.

Because it is very unfortunate that Lu Jianbo himself is the type who works in the fine work of words, and he has to find the answer between "the monk pushes the moon and the door" and "the monk knocks on the door of the moon".

But on the other hand, Lin Miao's words are not big words.

Anyone who has worked as a secretary for a long time next to the leader probably has this common idea - in fact, when it comes to writing articles, the style itself is not important. The most important skill in writing an essay is to be able to express the meaning of the essay clearly in the most concise words. In addition to this writing skill, it is more important to find out the preferences and ideas of the leader. But all the articles that can really produce value in this world are always written for others, not for themselves. If a person has such a consciousness, it really doesn't make sense to bother with the details of the text.

Not to mention, under the tempering of the modern Baguwen over the years, a writer like Lin Miao, who already has solid basic skills, has already turned the skill of playing with words into an almost instinctive way of life. These people who can even write official documents of organs are full of flowers, but they are so numb that they can't give birth to the slightest sense of achievement, no matter what they write in the future, they can give whatever style of writing they want, a slap and a palm blood, a whip and a mark.

Lin Miao picked up the pen, thought for a minute or two, and thought of something, so he quickly put down the pen and wrote the words.

Lu Jianbo quietly walked behind Lin Miao and watched, seeing such a young child, brushing down a smooth and elegant line, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

Looking at what he wrote, the first sentence was a few short sentences, and it clearly outlined the outline of an old, warm, noisy and orderly market courtyard, with concise but unconventional words, and the speed of writing was as if it had been memorized. However, Lu Jianbo thought to himself that he had read a room of books, but with the amount of books he had read, he had never read a prose that described the courtyard of the old city of Oucheng District like this.

In this case, there is only one possibility left.

The kid in front of him is an out-and-out genius!

Lu Jianbo couldn't hide his excitement, and without waiting for Lin Miao to finish writing, he hurriedly said to Lin Guorong: "Lao Lin, you hurry up and let the child write this book, we have our own publishing house under the newspaper group, and when the child finishes the manuscript, I promise to help you publish it when the time comes!"

Lin Guorong heard Lu Jianbo's package ticket, and his whole person trembled.

My son is about to publish a book! He has read to the third generation, and he has finally become a cultural person!

Hu Jianhui was not so excited, she smiled and joked to Lin Guorong: "Lao Lin, you have a good ability to give birth to a son, you gave birth to a prodigy and won the jackpot! If I have such a son, I won't change it if you give me 1 million." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Miao didn't think about it, and just threw the pen and shouted: "Mom!"

Hu Jianhui's smile froze instantly.

At this moment, the whole world fell silent.

……

Half an hour later, Oucheng District, which had been gloomy all day, finally opened a warm sunset.

Lin Miao followed Lin Guorong and Hu Jianhui to the side of the road and sent Lu Jianbo to the car first.

Hu Jianhui had to stay on night duty at night, she squatted down and touched Lin Miao's head, smiled happily and said: "Miao Miao, I will often come to my aunt's house to play in the future, my aunt's family has a little sister, and she will go to elementary school next year." ”

Lin Miao nodded heavily, pretending to be obedient and said, "Well, I'm going to play with my sister during the winter vacation!"

Although he failed to recognize a strong godmother by being brazen, it is still very beneficial to the future to impress Hu Jianhui, the future deputy mayor.

Hu Jianhui stood up and said to Lin Guorong with a smile: "Lao Lin, you take the child home first, and I will call you to pager if there is something at night." ”

Lin Guorong was not polite, he immediately stopped a tricycle and sat on it in a good mood.

The father and son don't need to rush to the Children's Palace to sign up at this time.

Just a phone call, Lu Jianbo took the piano lesson quota from the Children's Palace.

And this call itself is nothing, the key is that the person in charge of the Children's Palace looked at his face as Lu Jianbo's "vice chairman of the Dongou City Federation of Literary and Art Circles", and directly exempted Lin Miao's tuition for the entire school year on the phone, and politely said "It's good if the child is willing to come", which saved Lin Guorong 2,000 oceans.

Lin Miao sat on the fast-moving tricycle, looking at the back of the driver who was riding hard in front of him, and looking at the children frolicking on both sides of the road, and he was very emotional.

The Children's Palace is yours and ours, but in the final analysis, it still belongs to the related households......