"Dressed in the country!"

In the office of the Department of Journalism of the Graduate School of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, Shen Tiejun was quietly holding a glass of boiled water, and the teacher next to him raised his head after hearing it, Professor Xu nodded with a thin letterhead, and chuckled: "Poetry is not my strong point, I feel that your poem is still good, but it is difficult to publish it in people's daily newspapers." ”

With a slight sinking heart, Shen Tiejun smiled to himself: "So I want to find you to investigate, now that the country has just opened, people only see some superficial surfaces, a huge gap in food, clothing, housing and transportation, a gap that can be described as a ravine, the toilet paper used in Gong is exquisite, and the disposable plastic cups are even more unheard of, but this is all material, we should have our spiritual connotation——"

"Tie Jun, you're pouring cold water on the good situation. ”

Professor Xu tapped the letterhead with his fingers, his old eyes were clear under a pair of gray eyebrows, perhaps he felt that he was talking too much, and then said: "Your concern is right, but the place is not right, people will never pass the daily newspaper, but if you just remind people to pay attention to this, then you can completely change the direction, such as internal reference materials, of course, this poem will not be used." ”

The teaching location of the Graduate School of Journalism is in the People's Daily, hearing the old man say so resolutely, Shen Tiejun was not too disappointed, this is what he thought of before he came, and now the process of reform is moving forward in ups and downs, just judging from the content of this poem, it is singing the opposite tune - or he, the poet with the main theme, is singing!

However, to write internal references, that requires qualifications -

Shen Tiejun said goodbye to Professor Xu with a smile, he didn't want the old man to go straight to the door, looked around and saw that there was no one around, and said: "Tiejun, don't take your mind too seriously, some things will only attract people's attention if they hurt and hurt, and remember, before the incident happened, it would be considered unfounded, go back and see the seventy-second chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms." ”

Returning home with a question mark, Shen Tiejun first went to the kitchen to take a look, Old Man Li was looking at a bottle, and found that there was movement behind him, glanced at him, took off his reading glasses and said, "Something?"

"No~"

Shen Tiejun wanted to ask Wang Le if he came, and when he thought that Old Man Li was reading when he was fine, he said, "I want to ask Wang Le if there is a book on the Romance of the Three Kingdoms——"

Old man Li didn't reply: "If you want to ask, you can say that the day before yesterday I also received the Ming version, and Old Man Zhao is waiting in the back." ”

Shen Tiejun didn't expect that there was one at home, or the Ming version: "It's just what's going on in the seventy-second episode?"

"Seventy-second, who let you watch it?"

Old man Li almost didn't throw away the bottle in his hand, and turned around with a straight face: "Yang Xiu didn't give Cao Jili face, so he caused a murderous disaster, this class hasn't been in class for two days, what are you causing trouble with?"

"Ahem—it's okay, it's just a poem. ”

Shen Tiejun naturally knew about Yang Xiu's death, but he didn't expect Professor Xu to use this goods to beat him, who was Cao A to hide: "Cao Jili? Cao Cao is still called this?"

"How rare is that? You're not going to be anti-poetry, are you?"

Old man Li turned around and entered the house as he spoke, sat back in front of the bottle and continued to pick up his busy work, and said: "Cao Cao's real name is Jili, the word Mengde, and the nickname Apu, others can be opposed, but you can't be reversed - the person who eats dry and cleans the table and scolds his mother never ends well." ”

Beaten one after another, Shen Tiejun completely accepted the idea of sending out the poems, love it, it is not comfortable to be comfortable after Sunday, returned to the house and poured tons of tea for himself, turned on the TV recorder to play songs, sat on the chair and picked up "The C Programming Language" next to it, the Chinese name is C language.

Since meditating in the office, Shen Tiejun has read all the documents that can be read, and all the materials that can be read have also been filtered, but what he can do is not nothing, but too much, and he can't do it because he can't do it, just like his poem today, so every day and checking the newspaper, I also remembered this thing.

The subject of the Chinese character of the operating system was handed over to Deng Bin, and he didn't go back for the Chinese New Year this year, so he nested in the school to learn the cone and thorn strand strands, and after hearing it, Shen Tiejun breathed a sigh of relief, if this person doesn't pay attention to him, he will find someone else - what kind of Hanka in the future, maybe, probably, maybe it's going to come out?

I didn't let go of the mistake, this is the positioning that Shen Tiejun gave himself, sitting in front of the Fruit 2 computer with an all-English tutorial and groping, I don't know how long I learned, a voice came from outside: "Hey, is there anyone at home?"

Wang Le went out to wave, Shen Tiejun took the book to the door of the hall, glanced at the kitchen as if there was no movement, then saw a person after the shadow wall, the weather was getting warmer, the person who came was wearing a two-tendon vest, with a big bald head, a big pants and black slippers underneath, if it weren't for the dark face, it would be like him a few years ago, a scar on his brow, and when he saw him, he immediately looked flattering and bowed his head: "That, hello, I'm a friend of Cui Heche——"

"Choi and Che?"

Shen Tiejun's face was full of question marks, this was a name he had never heard before, and his face was full of curiosity: "Who is he and what is he doing?"

"Hehe, he-"

The bald head smiled, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth, scratching his head with his black fingernails, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his small eyes looked at the yard with dripping eyes, and said: "He sold something to the people in this yard a few years ago, and made tens of thousands of dollars and ran away——"

“？？？”

Shen Tiejun's face changed slightly, his hand holding the book tightened, and then he said, "What did you sell?"

"Hehe, we don't talk in secret—"

The bald head has been paying attention to Shen Tiejun's expression, and when he saw this, he smiled and lowered his face: "He sold things that shouldn't be sold, I think you don't understand, what about your adult?"

Shen Tiejun was wearing a two-piece suit of vest and suspenders, and he also pinched a book in his hand, in the cognition of the bald head, this should be a child in this yard, hearing this, Shen Tiejun couldn't help but be curious: "My adult is not at home, what do you want to do, just say it, don't be such a mother-in-law, or I will call the police." ”

"Call the police?"

The bald black face flashed with scruples, nodded and said: "It's a big seal of the government, Cui Heche took our money and sold things privately, and now the money is spent by him, saying that the things are sold to your family, our boss is very generous, and is willing to pay twice as much as you buy to collect this, please tell your family, I will come again tomorrow." ”

The bald head's words were full of unambiguous energy, Shen Tiejun's first thought was the little devil he saw in Fangshan Restaurant, and the second thought was that the guy who sold the gold seal fell into the hands of these people, and he confessed to him, of course, this matter can't be admitted even if he is killed.

While Shen Tiejun was pondering, Old Man Li turned out of the corridor, wiping his hands with a rag in his hand, he had also heard the end from the beginning before, and said, "It seems that the kid's name is Cui Heche-"

Shen Tiejun nodded: "It's still in the hands of others." ”

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