Early Monday morning, the sun was shining.

Miao Xiaoqiu came to school at about half past seven.

As usual, she first grabbed the newspaper from the communication room.

Then, in the enthusiastic and energetic high-decibel greetings of the students on duty at the school gate, he smiled and nodded to the children in the left and right rows, and walked through the front porch of the school unhurriedly.

Turning the corner and going up the stairs of the administration building, Principal Miao flipped through the newspaper and walked to the door of his office on the third floor.

When I opened the door and entered, the air in the room was a little stuffy.

No one came for a day and a half, and the smell was wrong.

Being a leader in elementary school is not good. The administrative power is too weak, and it is almost impossible to enjoy the pomp and treatment that a leader should have. Not only do they have to boil the water by themselves, they have to pour their own tea, they have to write their own reports, and even with the weak infrastructure of Bailifang Primary School, the school leaders and teachers have to solve the problem of eating by themselves - although there is a little food supplement, it is still not as convenient and comfortable as the meals ordered all the time in the unit canteen.

Principal Miao opened the window to let in fresh air.

Then I went to the bathroom next door to get a basin of water and wiped the tables, chairs, and bookcases in the room.

After finishing the work, sit down, pour some cold boiled water left over from the hot water bottle the day before yesterday, Miao Xiaoqiu is not hypocritical, Liang Bai Kai also drank it, poured a full pot into the cup, and finally completed the preparation for the office.

At the same time, the school's morning assembly radio rang out.

Principal Miao rarely shows his face at the morning meeting.

First, the school originally had Principal Jin as the official presiding officer, and even if she had the title of a representative of the Municipal People's Congress, it was not good for her to interfere too much in the affairs of the main leaders in the specific work of the unit. Second, she is indifferent by nature, does not like a lively environment, and does not like to be in the limelight. In the past, when I worked in the Municipal Education Bureau, I didn't like to hold meetings and speak, but now when I am the vice principal of Bailifang Primary School, there is no need to speak more in the face of a large group of children.

In Miao Xiaoqiu's mind, if she can use her social connections before retirement to make the scale of Bailifang Primary School go further, it will be the best end of her political career. Even taking a step back, it would be nice to have multiple cafeterias in the school, or to renovate the small wooden building in the back that is reserved for first and second graders.

Miao Xiaoqiu has been in a good mood recently, and there is a little prodigy in the school, which is like an extra plug-in.

As long as Lin Miao, the child, can make a big score as soon as possible, then she can ask for money from the district or even the city, and she can speak a few points.

An opportunity like this is only available once in a lifetime.

The child will be graduating soon, and she must hurry-

Use Lin Miao's unique resource to death.

Last night, a veteran reporter from Dongou Daily called her, saying that she was coming over to interview Lin Miao today. It's about Lin Miao jumping directly to the 5th grade and winning the first prize in the Oucheng District Primary School Olympiad Competition.

Miao Xiaoqiu had already told Principal Jin about the matter last night, and made some arrangements overnight.

Now waiting for the newspaper reporter to come to the door, this kind of thing, she and Principal Jin naturally have to come forward to receive this kind of thing.

"Hey, hey, students, it's quiet. We have a total of three things today, the first thing ......" As soon as the school's radio music stopped, Principal Kim's voice immediately sounded.

Principal Miao listened to Lao Jin's words, and the excitement in his heart calmed down a little.

She sat down, opened today's latest "Dongou Daily", and casually glanced at the headlines, as usual, what meeting the city leaders held yesterday, what speeches they made, and what tasks they assigned.

Miao Xiaoqiu no longer works online, so she didn't think it was interesting, so she casually flipped to the back.

Dongou Daily has a lot of content and a lot of information, with 24 pages almost every day.

Miao Xiaoqiu flipped quickly, and paused a little when she turned to the version about culture, sports, education and health.

When today's interview is over, the news about Bailifang Primary School and Lin Miao should be posted here, right?

"Alas, the layout of the seventh edition is still too corner, if you can win the first prize in the city, this kid may be on the front page......" Principal Miao felt a little pity in his heart.

She also inquired privately with Teacher Zhu of the District Olympiad team, and Teacher Zhu had a good impression of Lin Miao, saying that there was still potential, and it would not be a problem to win the provincial first prize in a few years, but at present, more exercise is needed.

The implication is that I basically want to get a good ranking in the city this year, but I don't have much hope.

After all, a child's intelligence is also developed step by step, and even if he is a genius, he needs time to accumulate experience.

When Principal Miao heard what Teacher Zhu said, his heart was half cold.

She had a vague hunch that Lin Miao might not honestly finish the only two years of studying in Bailifang Primary School.

Perhaps, as soon as the semester is over, the kid will threaten to change schools and force him to skip to sixth grade......

"Headache...... I'll have to think of a different way, or I'll go to a calligraphy competition...... However, the influence of the hard pen competition in primary school is too small. Lin Guorong's father doesn't know how to be, the child is so talented, and he doesn't know how to send it to learn big characters early......" Miao Xiaoqiu muttered, she was distracted, staring at the newspaper in her eyes, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the name she was chanting, but in theory, it should never appear in the newspaper-

Lin Guorong!

Miao Xiaoqiu thought she was dazzled, so she quickly took a closer look.

The next moment, when she clearly saw the words "Lin Guorong", the whole person instantly felt bad.

Dare to ask the dignified "Dongou Daily", when did it degenerate to such a point?

Miao Xiaoqiu settled down, and when she saw that it was the eighth edition of the literary version, she first shook her head, and said in her heart that it must be the same name, and there is no reason. Then take a look at the title of the article - "If you are well, it will be a sunny day".

Well, it feels like it......

Definitely not the same person......

Miao Xiaoqiu didn't even read the article carefully, and skipped the text directly with a feeling of reluctance to believe it.

At the bottom of the text, there is a description of the author in a smaller font.

I saw that it read: "The author, Lin Guorong, is a worker of Xicheng Street, Oucheng District. This article is an excerpt from his debut essay collection "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", which has been edited and will be officially published by Dongou Daily Publishing House this month (November 94). ”

Xicheng street workers?

Principal Miao felt that it was getting dark.

Is it really that Lin Guorong?

Wrong!

Impossible!

"It must have been written by his son!" Principal Miao saw the opportunity and slammed the table excitedly.

Grandma's bear! Big news is coming!

……

At the same time, the First Affiliated Hospital of Dongou Medical College, Neurology Ward.

Dai Jianwu sat up from the hospital bed with the support of his relatives.

The day before yesterday, he was rescued for a long time, and he finally did not have an infarction, because he was sent to the hospital in time, and now he is out of danger, as long as he pays attention to controlling his blood pressure, he should be discharged from the hospital after a week.

Just after breakfast and lying down for a while, Lao Dai felt a little unable to lie down, so he asked his daughter-in-law who was taking care of him by the bedside to take some newspapers and magazines to show him.

Dai Jianwu usually likes literature, and he does not do much in dance and ink, and often submits articles to some tabloids in his spare time, and occasionally publishes them. Therefore, in the unit, he and Hu Jianhui and Xu Jiachang, who are also "intellectuals", have always been called "Xicheng three-pole pen". It wasn't until Lin Guorong came later that he was passable because he wrote a report, and some people flattered him that it was a "Xicheng four-pole pen", Dai Jianwu and Xu Jiachang disdained to be as famous as Lin Guorong, a person with a discerning eye who knew that he was full of grass at a glance, only Hu Jianhui could be a man, whenever he heard this kind of talk, he always laughed, and he couldn't see that she had any disgust at all.

Hmph! This Lin Guorong will die a miserable death sooner or later!

Dai Jianwu thought silently, and after a little excitement, he saw that the blood pressure monitor data next to the bed was jumping up.

He quickly took a deep breath to relax himself.

Then the blood pressure slowly dropped again, which made Lao Dai Chang breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dad, newspapers. Dai Jianwu didn't wait long, and his daughter-in-law went to the nurse's station to get a copy of Dongou Daily.

Dai Jianwu spread out the newspaper with a little difficulty, didn't read the headlines, and went straight to his favorite eighth edition.

Flip to the literary edition and put on your reading glasses.

At a glance, Dai Jianwu saw a very conspicuous title in the middle of a page.

"If you're well, it's a sunny day...... Well, that's good, it's kind of interesting......" Lao Dai smiled and nodded slightly.

Looking down at the author's name, Lao Dai's face changed in an instant.

The young woman sitting next to her was frightened when she saw this, obviously the old man was happy a second ago, why did her face suddenly turn pale?

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the young woman hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Wait a minute......" Old Dai forcibly endured the discomfort, stopped the young woman's words, and then continued to look down, skipping the text to the last paragraph.

He quickly skimmed through the past.

When he finished reading this short paragraph, Dai Jianwu didn't have time to speak, when he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, the corners of his mouth were crooked, his eyes were closed, and he was completely unconscious......

"Dad, Dad, Doctor, Come on, help——!"

There was chaos in the ward.

"Smack!" At that moment, a crisp sound rang out from the TV in the room.

I saw the storytelling master Shan Tianfang, roll up his sleeves, slap the startled wood, and use his unique mouth to read Bai with a rich expression: "The most literati two or three words, to say murder - no blood!"