There was only a low coffee table in the carriage, placed between the two large beds, and because there were no chairs, this thing was not used for people to work at all. Lin Miao simply took off her shoes and lay on the bed to work. Holding the usual black pen, I opened the notebook, and the notebook had been densely circled. Judging from the different fonts above, the content of the articles that are written more neatly and climbed into the grid is obviously the original draft, while the other sporadic annotations of two words on the left and three or five words on the right are obviously some ideas added later. Some of the annotations are too brief, so more than a month has passed, and when Lin Miao looks at it now, it will take him half a day to remember where his thoughts diverged at that time.

Of course, according to Lin Miao's character of not being afraid of trouble and striving for safety, this kind of thing should not have happened.

In fact, Lin Miao specially took out some subtle annotations and wrote most of the notes-that was taken away by Zhang Jian. However, Lin Miao relied on his strong short-term memory before, and thought that he had already put the framework of this big paper in place, and he was not afraid to take out the general context of the article in his mind to give impromptu lectures anytime and anywhere, so he was not in a hurry to get the copy back, but now it seems that it is indeed a little too big - although there is no problem not to take the copy back, but it is always a lot more time-consuming and laborious than copying the previous ideas.

Lin Miao stared at the notebook and slowly reorganized her thoughts.

The book in front of me is not so much the draft of "Lao Lin Teaches You to Write an Essay", but rather the traces of Lin Miao's thinking when he conceived this big paper. Lin Miao's way of writing things is actually very advanced. Ordinary people write articles, either looking for inspiration or status, but what Lin Miao is looking for is direction. Usually, as long as the direction is right, for Lin Miao, what is left is nothing more than filling it in. Fill in the big framework first, then fill in the big context, and finally add specific content and organize the language work, in Lin Miao's view, it is purely manual work. After all, as a contestant who eats by code words, if you don't have the ability to be shouted by the leader in the middle of the night and rush out a speech before dawn, this job may not be able to hold steadily.

- And this is not Lin Miao's ability alone.

In fact, almost every old secretary who has been in the government unit for a long time has such a stunt.

Before Lin Miao was reborn, he heard a joke that circulated in the secretarial circle of Dongou City.

The protagonist of the joke is Lin Miao's senior brother when he was a graduate student, and he was working as an errand boy for the third-in-command in the city government at that time.

One day, after the senior brother accompanied the leader to dinner, on the way home drunk, he suddenly remembered that there was still a work report that had not been handed in, so he called the little clerk on duty in the office, and then recited and dictated a whole work report from beginning to end. This action shocked a beautiful girl who was traveling with her on the spot, and finally the girl followed her brother all the way to the hotel.

Later, after the East Window incident, Lin Miao's senior brother not only divorced for this reason, but was also transferred out of the municipal government office and sent to the Party History Research Office in Oucheng District for retirement, and his political career was completely ruined - so following such a group of people who can code words and codes to grab food from women to the door to eat, Lin Miao's attitude towards the technology of writing articles can be described as very complicated.

On the one hand, he felt that his level was already quite high, even if he was seconded to a high-level department, or even a higher level, he would not worry about his business ability at all. But on the other hand, when he saw with his own eyes that there were still so many top masters in this world, deep in his heart, he felt more and more awe of this industry.

Anyone can code words, but if you want to rely on this thing to get promoted and make a fortune and become famous, the road to be taken in the middle is indeed far from what people outside the industry can imagine. On the other hand, it is the same in every other industry.

Only when he has really been in contact with an industry for a long time, his own level is high enough, and his understanding is deep enough, when he really becomes the mainstay of his own one-third of an acre, he will understand that if the craftsmanship does not reach the world-class level, then there is no point in bragging about it - those who take their own ability to eat to show off to the layman can only show that the realm of being a man and doing things is far from the standard.

Lin Miao lay on the bed, stared at a certain page for a long time, picked up the pen, found a relatively blank place, and silently wrote a few more lines. A few minutes later, after he finished writing these words, as soon as he put down his pen, Lao Lin knocked on the door of the box.

Lin Miao climbed out of bed, pulled on her shoes, but opened the door for Lao Lin.

Lao Lin walked into the house with a large plastic bag, and while taking out beer, snacks and a lot of puffed food from the bag, he asked Lin Miao, "Did someone you don't know knock on the door just now?"

"Nope. Lin Miao picked up a pack of Shanghao fresh shrimp chips and asked Lao Lin Dao strangely, "Dad, do you eat this at noon?"

"Huh?" Lao Lin was stunned for a moment, and then replied as if he was very proud, "I bought it for you!" I see that Lily and Xiaoxiao both like to eat these things, so I will buy you a few more packets for lunch. ”

Lin Miao was silent for a moment, didn't want to answer, and gently put down the snack.

Sure enough, father's love is like a torrent, and it is not nonsense......

I heard Jiang Ping say that when he was born, Lao Lin happened to be unemployed at home, and the factory where Jiang Ping worked had not yet bought out his seniority, so during the whole day, Lao Lin was at home with his children.

So if you don't grow up tall in your last life, is the root cause of improper feeding at an early age?

The more Lin Miao thought about it, the more she felt that there was such a possibility, and she looked at Lao Lin silently, and there was a faint despair in her heart.

ruined, this life may have to repeat the same mistakes......

Lao Lin was unaware of Lin Miao's sad mood, he hurriedly took off his shirt, opened a can of beer bare-chested, drank it in one go, then put down the empty can, picked up the notebook that Lin Miao threw on the bed, and made a long wine burp.

Lin Miao fanned her nose in disgust, the child's sense of smell was too sensitive, and the smell of wine was really unsmellable.

Then I listened to Lao Lin and stumbled and read: "The Historical Extension and Development of the Function of Writing and Writing in the Process of Civilization: The Distinction between Recording and Art", "The Transformation of Human Self-expression: From the Street to the Smell of Luoyang Paper", "The Evolution of Writing Skills in the History of Human Literature: A Comparative Discussion of Chinese and Western Writing Thinking", "The Integration of Contemporary Chinese Literature and Examination-oriented Literature", "How to Achieve a Child with Qualified Writing Ability - Lao Lin Teaches You to Write Essays", ...... Huh?"

Lao Lin read this half-incomprehensibly, and suddenly raised his head sharply and looked at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can these things in front of you have anything to do with writing essays?" Lao Lin looked skeptical.

Lin Miao smiled: "Otherwise, how do you think those graduate students graduated?"