"These days have been quite unrestful." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Yuan sat in the office, muttering in his mouth. On the desktop is the "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" that has just been printed out of the computer.

It was an idea he had just come up with in the last few days - to re-read the beautiful texts in his memory.

He used to memorize these beautiful texts well when he was in school, but now he can't memorize a single one, even if he barely memorizes a few paragraphs, he is still stumbling. That day, he happened to think of an article, so he downloaded it from the Internet and read it, and after reading it, he felt very familiar. So he was inspired, and he kept downloading the beautiful texts in his memory and re-reading them, and he felt that his mood had improved greatly.

In the past two days, he has re-mastered several American texts, most of which were included in his Chinese textbooks and related extracurricular reading materials when he was in middle school. He found it from the Internet from memory, printed it out on a printer, read it, and memorized it.

The reason why I memorize these old-fashioned articles is that in addition to feeling that I can adjust my mood, there is another purpose, that is, to pass the time.

In the past, he was so busy hitting the back of his head every day that he never thought he had enough time, but now he has time and doesn't know how to use it, so he needs to find a way to pass the time. From the lack of time to the need to find something to pass the time, it happened suddenly, without any transition, so he was a little unaccustomed and even a little overwhelmed.

The teacup on the table wafted out the fragrance of wild game, and Lin Yuan picked up the teacup and tasted it casually.

The tea was brought to him by Xiao Pan when he came to see him, saying that they had started growing tea in Dongshan in their hometown for the past two years, and that she had bought it from the tea factory in the village when she went back to her hometown to see her grandparents. This girl is not too young, and I don't know if she can get married this year? Her grandparents must have been seventy-five or six years old, and the poor old couple lost their son in the fire in Dongshan eight years ago, and I don't know how they are doing now.

Although it is not a famous tea, the taste is very fresh, just like the wild pine mushrooms on the East Mountain, with the fragrance of the wilderness. It's been four years since he left Shibayama, and he hasn't been to Higashiyama once in four years, and he doesn't know what the pine trees that have been replanted on Higashiyama have grown.

Alas! Lin Yuan sighed heavily.

After 20 years of busyness, I can't imagine that people will reach middle age, and finally enjoy the life of "a cup of tea, a cigarette, and a newspaper for half a day". I remember that when I was young, I often read this sentence in literary works and even in newspapers, and he, like most young people, liked to "point out the country and promote words", and he used to be very indignant at this phenomenon of people in government agencies. But later, when he also entered the government, he never enjoyed this kind of life, especially after arriving in the township, he was as busy as a spinning top every day, so that he would often unconsciously recall the relatively idle days in the company. He finally realized that it turned out that literary works and some journalists were exaggerating or hearsay, or at least generalizing, how could he not experience that kind of life all the time? But now, when he finally enjoyed this life, he felt unaccustomed. He was already busy, and once he was free, he couldn't stand it.

Therefore, he had to try to find something that interested him to pass the boring time. At the same time, it is also used to divert attention to relieve the endless depression in my heart.

Fortunately, the method he came up with to memorize beautiful texts has some effect, after all, he used to be a literati, and deep down he has a lingering affection for beautiful articles.

But Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" just finished reading the first sentence and began to be in a daze again. It's his old problem - being in a daze at every turn. Since he was transferred to the National People's Congress, he has often been in a daze, and sometimes even sits in a daze.

Of course, there is a reason why you are in a daze at every turn.

This time he was in a daze because he had a touch in his heart. The sentence at the beginning of "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" touched his heart, because during this period of time, his heart was indeed "quite unquiet", even more "unquiet" than Zhu Ziqing's back then.

What else do you not understand? He asked himself in his heart.

In the future, you no longer have to run around every day like a grandson, no longer have to be angry with some people, and no longer have to worry about being scolded by the leaders every day for attracting investment, building large projects, financial revenue, town economy, and building small towns. You're free, you're completely relaxed......

Lin Yuan kept reminding himself.

However, a bitterness continued to pour out of his heart, piercing his heart for a while......

In fact, he was expected to leave the post of party secretary, but what was unexpected was that he would be transferred to the Standing Committee of the Municipal People's Congress as a director of a committee (office). He originally thought that he would have to be sent to a middle bureau chief. After so many years, there is no merit and hard work! What's more, he is only in his forties, how can he come to the National People's Congress to retire so early?

His heart kept aching, and he forced himself not to think about it, but his heart still hurt.

He had to cover his chest with his hands.

After covering it for a while, he put away the article and switched to reading the news from the Internet. When one thing can't be done, he changes to something else, which is also the experience he summed up.

But after watching it for a while, he didn't think it was interesting. Those news are too far away from him, although it is said that "the humble does not dare to forget the country", but what about "worry"? Not in his position, not in his politics. He is just a small section-level cadre, and he wants to "worry", but does he have that qualification?

The only thing he can do is to do the job at hand and do what he is in charge of. He is no longer young, the age of "pointing out the country and inspiring words" is far away from him, and he has become mature. Managing his districts well and allowing his townships and towns to develop all social undertakings is the greatest contribution he has made to society and the country. Everything else is false, and those big things are naturally managed by a higher leader, and he doesn't need to worry about it.

Over the years, he has been working hard to do his job according to this idea. In fact, he did a good job, not only himself, but also many people. But now, these things are not allowed to be done, and he can only passively "enjoy" a cup of tea, a cigarette, and a newspaper for half a day.

Although his eyes were always staring at the computer screen, the words on the screen did not enter Lin Yuan's brain, and he began to be in a daze again.

The door of the office was pushed open, and it was Qi Zhengjie who entered.

"Minister Qi......" Lin Yuan quickly squeezed out a smile and stood up.

Although Qi Zhengjie has been reappointed as the first deputy director of the Standing Committee of the Municipal People's Congress for four years, as a veteran of the Organization Department, he is still accustomed to calling him Minister Qi.

"I'll come and see you......"

Qi Zhengjie bent his waist, and his voice was also a little sour.

Qi Zhengjie has obviously seen that he is old, his hair has begun to turn gray, and he has a problem with back pain, so he bends his waist at every turn, making him look older than his actual age.

Lin Yuan's eyes were a little sour, "Minister Qi, I'm fine......"

To be honest, he is indeed much better than he was.

The most uncomfortable time for him was when he first arrived at the National People's Congress and came to work.

When he first came to work at the National People's Congress, he was really uncomfortable when he saw Qi Zhengjie, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or wronged, or both. He only said half a sentence, "Minister Qi, I didn't do a good job, I embarrassed you......" and he couldn't speak anymore.

At that time, Qi Zhengjie patted him on the shoulder and said in an affirmative tone, "No! You've done a great job, and I always say that, no matter what people say. I don't just say this to you, I also say this to others, including Secretary Li of the Municipal Party Committee. ”

Listening to Qi Zhengjie's words, his tears almost fell out, and the grievances suffered by ten years of township work seemed to pour out of his heart all at once, and he really wanted to cry in front of Minister Qi. But he held back. He was a man, a man in his forties, how could he behave so weakly?

Although he tried his best to look strong, Qi Zhengjie could easily see his depression and loss. As his old leader, Qi Zhengjie knows him, he can't hide it from Qi Zhengjie, and he is not a person who is good at concealment.