The last winter rain of the new year, formed by the convergence of warm and moist air from the ocean and cold air from the north and south, came to an abrupt end after 10 a.m. The sky in Oucheng District cleared again, and the warm sunshine immediately sprinkled from the sky. People who lie in bed get up a little later may not even know that this precipitation has occurred in the morning. Only puddles accumulated on the road surface can provide a little hard evidence.

In the office building of Xicheng Street, Jiang Ping, who had not been in bed for a long time, moved a chair, sat leisurely by the window of the office, and lazily basked in the sun. On the desk not far from her, there is a glass plate with a strong New Year's flavor, divided into three plates, containing watermelon seeds, dried peanuts and banana slices, and some melon seed shells are sprinkled on the table.

After coming to the street for more than two months and being completely familiar with the work in the office and the colleagues in the building, Jiang Ping's current work state is simply not too comfortable. It takes up to two hours a day to finish the work, and the rest of the time is to eat melon seeds, drink tea, and gossip with a group of middle-aged ladies who are almost boring like her.

In view of the fact that Lao Lin has dominated the party and government office, not to mention ordinary workers at the moment, even if he is a leader in the street, when he sees Jiang Ping, the wife of a preparatory leader and a well-known writer, he has to smile at each other, so every day Jiang Ping chats with others, the other party can always follow Jiang Ping's meaning, scratch Jiang Ping's itch, and coax her to be happy, so that Jiang Ping feels that there are still many good people in the society......

Today's office is a lot busier than usual.

There is only less than a week left before the New Year, the work in the street is basically done, the big and small meetings that should be held are all opened, the files that should be packed are basically locked in the filing cabinets, the leaders are busy eating everywhere and condolences to the various poor households in the jurisdiction, the people in the building are at least half, there is no main thing to watch, and on the day of returning to school, those parents who have children at home come to the office in groups to chat.

Even Director Dong, the second-in-command in the street, came over to join in the fun.

Director Dong grabbed a handful of melon seeds, stood beside Jiang Ping, surrounded by more than a dozen old ladies, and said with a smile: "Ah Ping, your son made a phone call, and my car made your Lao Lin drive away." Your old forest is everything else, but it's too big, what souvenirs are so many, and you have to drive a special car to transport ......"

Before Jiang Ping could answer, the wife of Yan Xiaohai, director of the Urban Construction Office next to her, immediately retorted and said: "Director Dong, the current primary school is different from ours at that time, and the current primary school is rich! Lao Xu's son, isn't he also in the same school as Ah Ping's son? I watched Lao Xu's son last year, and when he came back on the final school day, he went home with a lot of awards and souvenirs.

Director Dong smiled.

Jiang Ping pretended to be polite, but the smile on her face couldn't be hidden, and she replied pretending to be deadly: "It's just ordinary, how can you say it so well." That is, mathematics and Chinese are slightly better, let him learn piano, and he didn't learn a fart for a few months, wasting so much tuition in vain......"

"Chinese and mathematics are not enough? Aren't these two subjects the same in elementary school? Your son has scored 100 points in both exams, and he can even write a perfect score in composition, what do you want?" Yan Xiaohai's wife shouted, "I asked my son how much he took the exam yesterday, and he didn't even dare to say it. ”

Director Dong continued: "What, if you don't pass the test, you will beat him to death?

Yan Xiaohai's wife rolled her eyes and said, "Lao Lin and Ah Ping both dare to beat such a precious son to the hospital, what can't I do?"

Jiang Ping listened a little weakly, and suddenly saw a car driving downstairs, and hurriedly shouted: "I'm back!"

Yan Xiaohai's wife looked over and saw Lin Guorong get out of the driver's seat, and couldn't help but be surprised: "When will Lao Lin drive......?

Director Dong was stunned when he heard this, and quickly looked downstairs, and found that Lao Lin really drove the car out by himself, and suddenly his nose was crooked, and he jumped to his feet and said: "Why is this Lao Lin so messy, it's the car on the street that has an accident, and I have to bear the responsibility!"

Lao Lin downstairs couldn't hear the complaints upstairs.

Walking out of the car, Lao Lin immediately called the two security guards, and asked them to move the pile of souvenirs of Lin Miao and Xu Fengfan to the office on the top floor like a house slave, but he only carried the lightest plastic bag, followed the two security guards with a red face, and walked up briskly.

When I went up to the fourth floor, as soon as I walked up the stairs, Director Dong jumped out and complained to Lin Guorong with a depressed face: "Lao Lin, you don't even have a driver's license, what should I do if the traffic police catch me on the road like this?" I lent you the car kindly, you can't hurt me like this, if something goes wrong, I will also be responsible......

"What can happen, it's not the first time I've opened it. Lin Guorong didn't take it seriously at all, walked past Director Dong with a grin, walked into the party and government office, walked straight to Jiang Ping, who was surrounded by a group of people, and put the bag in his hand on Jiang Ping's table, which was full of sundries.

Jiang Ping saw that although there were a lot of things in the plastic bag, she still felt that it was lower than her psychological expectations, and asked unsatisfied: "That's it?"

"Where are your eyes? There are still over there!" Lao Lin turned and pointed to the two security guards who walked in with half-human-height souvenirs.

A dozen old ladies in the office turned around and looked, and immediately let out an incredible cry.

"Oh my god! How many awards have you won?"

"Ah Ping, I think your son won't have to do anything in the future, just study hard, and get a scholarship is enough to live. ”

"What nonsense! Do you think my son is like you, my son is going to do great things in the future!" After Lao Lin became famous, he had completely liberated his nature in the streets, and he left no room for stirring up people.

The middle-aged woman who was scolded usually saw Lin Guorong's virtue a lot, but she was not used to it, she almost had no temper, she just frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, your son is the best, let your son do some big business in the future, if my son can't find a job, he will ask your son for food, so you are satisfied?"

Lao Lin smiled when he heard this, and boasted unashamedly: "Come though, come just come, when my son grows up, isn't it as easy as eating to find something for your son?"

Director Dong sighed as he listened, and thought very contradictory in his heart that if there was a vacant position in the street team next year, should Lao Lin be filled. Let him rise up, I'm sorry for my conscience, don't let him come up, with Lao Lin's current social influence, it's really going to make trouble, but it's going to be a big mess......

Jiang Ping was too lazy to take care of Lao Lin's daily operations, took the plastic bag on the table, rummaged through the contents inside, and was soon pleasantly surprised to find Lin Miao's report card against the sky.

Jiang Ping opened it and saw that the motherland above was red, so he hurriedly handed over the report card to the people around him.

Then there was a burst of exclamations in the office.

"It's so lively today?" Hu Jianhui had nothing to do and went upstairs.

Then as soon as he walked into the party and government office, someone handed over Lin Miao's anti-sky report card and shouted excitedly, "Director Hu, look at this, Ah Ping and her son have full marks in every subject!"

Hu Jianhui took the report card, glanced at it casually, and was shocked by the domineering list of results on the spot.

After looking at it for a long time with a shocked face, he suddenly said, "Give me a copy, and I'll take it back to look good." ”

As soon as Hu Jianhui said this, a group of people on the side immediately followed suit and clamored to print a copy.

So the photocopier, which was supposed to be used again after the year, soon creaked and started.

Director Dong saw that the resources of the street were wasted like this, his eyelids jumped wildly, he simply couldn't see it, walked out of the office depressedly, and took a copy of Lin Miao's report card, planning to take it home and let his unsuccessful son see how other people's children learned.

Dozens of report cards were divided up by the people on the street in a short time.

A few minutes later, the news that Lin Guorong's son got a perfect score in the final exam was transmitted to other places through the phone in Xicheng Street.

At lunchtime, in the editorial room of the educational edition of Dongou Daily, He Shengming was thinking that it was finally the end of the year, and he finally didn't have to run around, and he was thinking about what New Year's goods to buy for the New Year, when the fax machine in the office suddenly creaked and slipped out a piece of paper. The editor-in-chief took the first step, walked over and picked up the piece of paper, glanced at it, couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, turned his head and shouted at He Shengming: "Xiao He!

He Shengming was stunned: "It's all back to school today, what other tasks do you have?"

The editor-in-chief said with a smile: "Young man, don't always think about being lazy! ”

He Shengming took the piece of paper and looked at the contents on it.

After a long silence, he was in a desperate mood, silently shed tears in his heart, and nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll go." ”