In the week after the Olympiad competition, Lin Miao was busy learning the remaining sixth-grade Olympiad math routines, and at the same time, she also worked hard to get the first draft of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" out as soon as possible. He brushed up the questions in the morning, made up the class after class, and wrote in the evening, so regularly that he finally completed the first round of all the Olympiad questions that he could contact in elementary school on Saturday afternoon, and the chapters of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" were also intermittently and piecemeal.

On Saturday night, Lin Miao read the two articles from beginning to end, and then planned to choose an auspicious day for the zodiac and rewrite them. The quality of the text is not up to par, and Secretary Lin said that he would resolutely not do this kind of thing of smashing the signboard.

As soon as I slept until dawn and woke up the next day, it was another weekend.

Lin Miao got up from the bed and saw Lin Guorong standing on the balcony smoking, he was still insomnia as a father, put on his clothes and walked outside, and asked Lao Lin: "Dad, why are you getting up so early today?"

"Go to work. Lao Lin said with a natural expression.

Lin Miao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned the corner again.

Sub-district offices need to be manned on weekends, and typically, each staff member is rotated at least once a month. However, Lin Miao has been reborn for almost 2 months, and today I saw Lin Guorong on duty for the first time. And in other words, as a moonlight clan with a family, you don't even want overtime pay from the unit for nothing, isn't this way of living a little too chic?

Lin Miao smelled the familiar smell of second-hand smoke, silently complained, coughed twice, and turned back to the house.

After a while, when Lin Miao finished washing, and with great perseverance and extraordinary courage, pinched his nose on the dung bucket that had not been processed for almost a week to solve the historical problem of the intestines, Lin Guorong finally came down from upstairs.

The smell of smoke all over the body neutralized the strong smell of the countryside in the house.

Lin Guorong frowned, and his heart was actually very awkward.

Why is it time to empty the manure bucket tonight, why is the manure pit so far away from home?

Lin Guorong thought so, bent down to put on his leather shoes, and then walked to the mirror, looked at his straight suit in the mirror, and thought extremely narcissistically in his heart, Zhou Yanfa is at this level.

He straightened his tie, and when he turned his head, he saw Lin Miao carrying a schoolbag, and he also looked like he was going out.

Lin Guorong couldn't help asking: "It's so early, who are you going to go to play?"

Lin Miao replied, "Go to school." ”

"Didn't you say that there was no make-up class on Sunday?" Lin Guorong wondered. Teacher Shan greeted him, and Lin Miao will not make up classes on Sunday for the time being. When the coach in the district is in place this week, there will be a follow-up intensive course at the Children's Palace. Maybe it's a Sunday make-up class, or maybe it's a Saturday – because the more advanced schools like Plaza Elementary School don't have classes every Saturday afternoon.

Lin Miao said: "I went to a fellow student and made an appointment to wait at the school gate." ”

"Oh......" Lin Guorong nodded and said, "Then Dad will send you there, there are not many steps anyway." ”

Lin Miao thought about it, so he agreed.

Lin Guorong pulled Lin Miao, held hands with big hands, and went out together.

Out of the alley, along the straight Lianjiang Road to the T-junction, across the road, there is a clean noodle restaurant without any traces of decoration.

The father and son crossed the road directly, came to the noodle restaurant, and asked for two bowls of fish and fish ball noodles.

This shop only sells this kind of noodles. The noodle maker is an old aunt in her early fifties who is very skilled, so even if the price of noodles is not cheap, the daily business is still quite good.

After a short wait, two steaming bowls of fish ball noodles were served.

Lin Miao took out the cleanly washed bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick tube, picked up a fish ball with a strong fish smell that he refused to eat even if he died, swallowed saliva and put it in his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the fine goods that had only been eaten in these years with more fish than flour, and the long-lost but familiar taste almost made him cry. Lin Miao ate the noodles in the fresh original soup of the fish balls, and after a while, she had a large bowl of noodles and even the soup and water clean.

The old aunt is not only the noodle cook, but also the waitress in the store. Seeing that the father and son finished eating, they came over with a smile and took away the empty bowl, and said to Lin Miao very strangely: "I really ate fast and clean today, why don't you give the fish balls to your father?"

Lin Miao burped and replied expressionlessly: "I was so stupid before, I was sorry for those fish balls......"

This serious cold humor is basically a nuclear bomb-level cross talk burden in '94.

The old aunt sprayed directly, put down the bowl and laughed wildly.

And Lin Guorong, who was smoking a cigarette on the side, heard it and almost choked to death by a puff of cigarette.

After laughing for a long time, Lin Guorong finally relieved, he rubbed Lin Miao's head wordlessly, then took out a ten-yuan bill and two steel hammers, and put them on the table without distress.

A breakfast costs 12 yuan, and the purchasing power is about 40 or 50 yuan in 20 years.

This is Lin Miao's beautiful life when she was a child.

After eating and drinking, Lin Guorong led Lin Miao out of the noodle shop, and in less than ten minutes, he arrived at the gate of Bailifang Primary School.

Lin Miao looked at her watch, it was now early 7:40 in the morning, the door of the school was naturally closed, and there seemed to be no one in the communication room, so she could only stand and wait for Xu Fengfan while blowing a cold wind.

"Go home early at noon, your mother is still waiting for you to go back to eat." Lin Guorong said a word before leaving.

Lin Miao nodded, stretched out his hand very directly, and said, "Dad, give me some money." ”

Lin Guorong didn't even ask Lin Miao what he was doing with money, and simply took out a handful of gross tickets from his pocket. First, he took out 3 pieces of one dollar, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that his son would not spend enough, so he put it back, directly took out a piece of 5 yuan, and handed it to Lin Miao.

Lin Miao collected the money ruthlessly, immediately waved goodbye to her father, and then watched Section Chief Lin cross the road and turn into a small alley across the road.

But in fact, it is useless for him to take money, the main thing is that he has food in his pocket and is not panicked.

After Lin Guorong walked away, Xu Fengfan did not come for a long time.

Lin Miao waited at the school gate for nearly an hour like a pen, and waited until about half past eight before he saw the slender guy who looked like a big bamboo pole, pedaling a brand-new bicycle and smirking in front of him.

"Big brother, what about 8 o'clock?" Lin Miao shook her watch dissatisfiedly.

Xu Fengfan said helplessly: "I can't help it, my mother insists that I come to pick you up after breakfast, she is slow, and I am about to die, for fear that you will be angry and leave!"

"Let's go. Lin Miao didn't talk nonsense, climbed directly into the back seat of the bicycle, and then asked, "Is your dad at home?"

"Of course at home, he's not going to work today. Xu Fengfan replied without any scheming, "Why are you asking my dad why?"

Lin Miao perfunctorily said: "You said your mother, I asked your father, the battle is neat, and the performance level is high." ”

Xu Fengfan cut it, if it weren't for the action of the middle finger that hadn't been transmitted to Dongou City, he would definitely be riding a bicycle with one hand.