Chapter 259: The Strange Dream of a "Nest" Man

The whole venue was particularly out of control, and in the end, Principal Nie Wen simply lost his temper: "Comrades, I usually tell you that our work attitude must be as hot and passionate as the sunshine in June. The people's education is run by the government, and the education is run for the people, and the people's teachers ultimately belong to the government, and the right is to do something for the government, and everyone must have a correct attitude. To tell the truth, the leaders said that the work of left-behind children is a political task, and anyone who derelicts their duties will be severely punished. Therefore, facing work correctly is sometimes a kind of protection for yourself, right? ”

Everyone's feelings eased a little, everyone is dozens of years old, and the anger is just accidental.

Deputy Director Long Wei originally wanted to say something about the relevant essentials of going into the village tomorrow to investigate the situation, but he was so out of control that he only made a faint concluding remarks: "The work of left-behind children, the whole town and even the whole county, is still groping. At the core meeting at noon, County Magistrate Wang said that because of the left-behind child murder case in Huahai City, it attracted the attention of the central government, and then the text was issued layer by layer, after more than two months, the left-behind work still had to be fully rolled out, and the leaders were afraid that the cadres would not understand, so they put the prime minister's order in the first place, and then sorted it out layer by layer. Okay, tomorrow morning, the three team leaders will ask me to take out a qiē registration form card book, and if there are any doubts after entering the village, call me and then make plans! I also have to listen to the arrangements of my superiors at any time, because everyone is still crossing the river by feeling the stones when they stay behind."

The meeting ended hastily, but it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

All the teachers shouted to go home and rest, Zhang Kun's movements were a little sluggish, and Principal Nie Wen, who left last, handed him a list of personnel assigned by the government, and said: "Zhang Kun, you are the team leader, don't be negative, otherwise, your group will be very negative." Everyone likes to look up to the leader, don't you say? ”

"Huh, leader?" Zhang Kun shook his head, the government inexplicably let himself be a team leader, what kind of leader is this?

"Who's to say it's not? By the way, go home early to rest, you have been having an awkward relationship with your wife recently, in my opinion, don't make trouble, husband and wife, quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, that thing is an emotional lubricant, hehe! Nie Wen finally played a trick on Zhang Kun's shoulder, and said again: "Drink less wine, it will hurt your body." Do more of that, melt your feelings. ”

Zhang Kun just smiled slightly: "Principal, you should go back early to melt your feelings, I'll think about it first, and then go home!" ”

Back in his office, sitting down in front of the computer, looking at the standby screen of the computer, Zhang Kun suddenly felt a sadness in his heart.

It's the seventh night.

Since the quarrel with his wife, Zhang Kun didn't want to go home, drank with colleagues and friends all day long, and quietly returned to his office at night.

Staying in the office, playing games, reading novels, not to mention, sometimes I feel like I am detached from the world, but I also feel clean. However, for seven nights, half lying on this soft chair for a nap, the longest sleep time did not exceed two hours, either the feet were numb, or the neck was sore, and after waking up, he changed his movements, and then continued to sleep

Tonight, it's going to be another sleepless night.

At noon, they began to drink with Chen Laosan, because they were very anxious, so that at about three o'clock in the afternoon, he was too strong to drink, and went back to the office to take a nap, when Nie Wen called himself, the whole person was not awake at all, it was dark, I felt that there was something in my heart, and I looked at my phone in a daze, many missed calls and unread text messages, all of which were sent by the principal Nie Wen, all about the work of left-behind children. Zhang Kun stumbled to the government conference room.

At this moment, Zhang Kun, who was bored, opened the town's education exchange group, downloaded the relevant form card album for left-behind children, and scanned it back and forth, and before he knew it, it was midnight.

A burst of sleepiness hit his heart, Zhang Kun's eyes closed, and his head gently leaned on the soft chair.

In the confusion, Zhang Kun felt that the soft chair he was sitting on was constantly rising, rising, and rising. The soft chair supported him all the way up, and Zhang Kun was surprised to find that where was he? All around is a blue sky and a snow-white haze! Lifted off?

Just when Zhang Kun was puzzled, a white-bearded old man suddenly appeared in the snow-white mist, the old man was kind and kind-eyed, holding a handful of dust, and smiled at Zhang Kun, and his mouth made a heavenly sound:

"Zhang Kun, for the sake of your relationship with this soft chair, I have given this soft chair divine power, and he will accompany you on your journey to the top, cherish it! Do everything well with your integrity."

"Who are you? Does this chair have divine powers? Zhang Kun frowned and asked.

However, the soft chair had gradually descended, the mist had gradually disappeared, and the white-bearded old man had also disappeared in an instant

Zhang Kun clearly felt that the soft chair that was descending was getting faster and faster, and the whole person actually had a feeling of weightlessness. When the soft chair suddenly stopped falling, Zhang Kun woke up with a thrill.

Opening his somewhat swollen eyes, Zhang Kun found that the sky was already slightly bright.

After recalling the dream he had just now, Zhang Kun felt that it was really inexplicable, alas, he finally completed a week of semi-lying sleep, this time, it was a record-breaking.

After quarreling with his wife before, Zhang Kun didn't want to stay in the house full of gunsmoke, so he came out and hid in the office by himself, and stayed for two days. Every time, and at most two days, Zhang Kun reconciled with his wife. However, this time, it's different.

This time, Zhang Kun stayed in the office for seven days. And it's not just seven days.

After the quarrel, he ran away from home and hid in the office, although he was a bit cowardly and even cowardly. But unexpectedly, in this kind of leisure time taken away from reality, Zhang Kun not only cultivated an interest, but also secretly began to create.

Writing, sometimes allows you to live completely in your own story, and it is a great pleasure to wander. At least, live in your own story, and never have to see the bitter face of your wife Yang Xiujuan again.

What kind of woman is like this, you say you can't stand it, labor and management as a man should be a Transformer to do everything? I said I still have work to be busy, open a small supermarket, I can occasionally help that, the special Xinyuan bamboo art company express delivery list has increased, you can't let me run day and night?

Forget it, Zhang Kun shook his head helplessly, and scolded in his heart, okay, you Yang Xiujuan, didn't you say that you were ruthless? Usually I have done so much for the family, but now it's been seven days, and I don't do anything at home, have you survived any of them? You're the only one who is against me!

Zhang Kun rubbed his eyes, stood up and stretched, stretched out his hand, bent over and kicked his legs, this is considered a morning exercise after getting up.

Syllable!

The soft chair behind Zhang Kun fell down with a thud.

After completing the so-called morning exercise in the past few days, Zhang Kun yawned, and then prepared to help the soft chair up.

Hey? Why is there a big envelope on the ground?