Drip drip, drip drip......

Lin Miao opened her eyes, stretched out her hand from the quilt, turned off the alarm clock placed at the head of the bed, and then lifted the quilt in a daze and climbed down from Li Xiao's bed - because the wound on her left hand has not been removed, it is inconvenient for Lin Miao to climb up and down these days, so she sleeps with Li Xiao every day, and after a few days, she is actually a little used to it.

Pushing open the door, it is close to April in Dongou City, and the room temperature has risen significantly. At least I walked around the house in broad daylight without a coat and didn't feel cold at all. Lin Miao walked into the bathroom slowly, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and after washing, the brain spirit that was lost at the bedside finally returned to its place. He walked out of the bathroom and looked up at the clock on the wall, it was only 6:22, which was a good time to lie back and squint for a while and wake up the next time to be surprised to find that he was late for work.

"It's a pity that I don't have to go to work, it's a pity......" Lin Miao muttered to herself, but there was no regret on her face at all.

Today is an even-numbered week and school is closed in the morning.

Of course, even if there is a class, Lin Miao can escape openly - because Lao Lin has a new book launch this morning, so as the son of the famous writer Lin Guorong, is there a problem with taking half a day off to see his father?

Lin Miao turned her head to look at Lao Lin and Jiang Ping's bedroom, the door was closed, silent, obviously both of them were still asleep, according to their latest routine, it seemed that they would never get up before 7 o'clock.

Lin Miao sighed in her heart why she didn't have this kind of life that she could live well, and shook her head and walked to the coffee table, where there was a small wooden box. Lin Miao picked up the box and opened it, and there were two ten-dollar tickets inside.

He and Li Xiao have ten yuan per person, which is regarded as a daily allowance plus extra food expenses.

This is a new rule in the family, the cause and effect, roughly like this-

After Jiang Ping came back from Lin Miao's grandmother's house, she decisively confessed to Lao Lin, and then handed over her salary card to show her sincerity, saying that from now on, the family's financial power will be handed over to Lao Lin. Although Lao Lin didn't look down on Jiang Ping's salary at all, he was still very satisfied with Jiang Ping's soft attitude, so with a wave of his hand, he exchanged the money for Lin Miao and Li Xiao's living allowance.

Although there is no logical relationship between these two things, no matter what, the family is finally stable.

Because of Jiang Ping's timely return, Lao Lin lost the excuse of sending Li Xiao to learn the piano at night, and also lost the opportunity to have frequent contact with Qin Wanqiu.

Lin Miao couldn't guess whether Jiang Ping really thought of this and ended the cold war with Lao Lin so quickly, or was she purely worried that she would be expelled from the street if she didn't go to work for too long, or she was afraid that if she was not on the street for a long time, Lao Lin would get involved with the new female college students on the street......

In short, it's good to be back......

With the huge sum of ten yuan that he actually had no chance to spend every day, Lin Miao went downstairs alone.

Out of the community, cross the road, and come to the gate of the Xicheng sub-district office.

The old man who was guarding the door was playing Tai Chi in the yard, Lin Miao called out to Ah Gong good morning very sweetly, and then walked into the building familiarly, climbed to the sixth floor, and came to the final destination of the trip-the street canteen.

There are fewer people going to work on Saturday mornings on the streets, and there aren't as many people queuing up to eat as usual.

Lin Miao walked into the cafeteria, and when he looked around, there were no street leaders in it, all of them were hard-working staff who had to come to work honestly on the weekend. When a group of clerks and aunts saw Director Lin's son coming, they didn't even give him the right to queue, and the uncle who was the first in line directly gave Lin Miao the bowl of freshly filled noodles in his hand, and then his eyebrows fluttered, and he asked in a very obscene tone: "Why do your parents always let you come over alone for breakfast, and they sleep so late every night?"

Lin Miao was too lazy to take care of it, he smiled, even saved a thank you, and sat down to eat directly.

Then there were excited shouts from the aunts behind him, and they all reprimanded the greasy middle-aged man in his forties for opening up his yellow tone to an innocent and pure child like Lin Miao, and his behavior was simply obscene. The greasy middle-aged clerk retorted loudly, retorting that it was obviously the aunts' own filthy thoughts that would lead to so many associations about the next three roads.

The two sides argued happily, but without anger at all.

There was a cheerful atmosphere in the air.

Lin Miao knew that this was just a kind of venting.

Lao Lin's inexplicable and rapid rise in life trajectory is bound to make many people feel unhappy, and it is indeed a good psychological adjustment method to tease him in front of Lin Guorong's son early in the morning.

So in the face of all this, Lin Miao could only bear it. Although Lin Miao has not really experienced and experienced the price required to become famous, the psychological construction that should be done has already been fully prepared.

Lin Miao was eating noodles with a snort, and the uncles and aunts had almost discussed the topic of Lin Miao and Jiang Ping's sleeping, and finally someone couldn't help but ask him about Lao Lin's signing meeting.

Lin Miao has nothing to be pretentious, she knows everything, she says everything, and answers truthfully while eating noodles: "I originally wanted to go to Shanghai to do it, but after looking at the time, the leaders of Dongou Daily Publishing House and the leaders of the Municipal Cultural Bureau are not available, and my dad is busy with his own work, so he simply put it in Dongou City, which is close and convenient."

At first, several Xinhua bookstores in the city wanted my dad to go to them to get this book signing, but I heard that there was a fight, but fortunately, an uncle of the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee thought of a way, saying that this morning I would go to the Xinhua bookstore in the college to hold a book signing meeting, and then in the afternoon I would change places and hold a readers' tea party, and then in the evening, I would change places again and hold a press conference, and tomorrow I would change places again and hold a literary research meeting , the one that sold to the fourth place in the country last month.

But my dad may not have that much time, maybe he won't go by himself, and said to let Ding Shaoyi go for him. Ding Shaoyi, you haven't heard of it? He is the vice president of Dongou Newspaper Publishing House and a professor of the Department of Journalism of Dongou University. My dad was going to the city by himself, and there was a secretary and uncle in the city who said that he wanted to discuss things with him, and the people from the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles were also waiting for him to hold a meeting, saying that he was going to change his term, and he had to find my dad to be the vice chairman, and my dad said it was not interesting......

Two minutes later, the uncles and aunts who were still listening with their ears pricked up retreated. Only the one who asked the question was powerless, and could only endure the regret and support Lin Miao's daily moves.

The damage goes deep into the soul......