(After waiting for six days, I finally received a book review from the China Literature Review Group yesterday, I thought it would attract the "poisonous tongue" of the book reviewers, but I didn't expect it to be a very gentle opinion, first of all, I would like to thank the book reviewer Tian Zhi for his opinion.) A few words in the comments - "down-to-earth", "spiritual" and "lifelike", Xiaolu really dare not take it.

However, there are several shortcomings in this book, and Xiaolu feels that this is the author's shortcoming. Whether it is the spiritual sublimation of the article or the spiritual shaping of the protagonist, it is far from the reader's expectations. In this case, we can no longer make use of our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, but we must express what literary works need and what the majority of readers need, and strive to dedicate a work that is "reasonable".

The preparation time for this article is limited, and the article will be revised after the completion of the book, and I hope to get the support of friends as always. ）

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In Guangsha, there is no difference between winter and spring. Before the Spring Festival, the city is already full of flowers!

The construction site of the electronics building has been suspended, and most of the workers from Tiannan and Haibei have also embarked on the journey back.

Fu Shun's heart was entangled, and he didn't know whether he should go back to Yangjiawan to have a look. He missed that place, but he was afraid to go back to it.

This fear may have started from the day he went to Yangjiawan. For many years, I wanted to escape but couldn't, I wanted to take root but couldn't settle down. Maybe this has nothing to do with Yang Jiawan, even if he is in the muddy ditch, he will not be satisfied with the status quo, and he will also have the idea of going to the world.

Sometimes, he felt that reading letters from home would satisfy his little bit of homesickness. As for the future of Yangjiawan and even Shiqiao, he has thought about it, but he feels that that qiē has nothing to do with him, even a hundred years later, Shiqiao is as developed as Haixi, and at that time, he has already been buried in the soil. There won't even be a sacrificial person.

He still remembers the last time he met his eldest brother, and he also believed that his eldest brother would take the rich family to the mud ditch during the New Year's festival and burn a stack of money paper for his father and mother. Daddy's appearance is so blurry that I can't remember it at all. But my father's grave, and the grass and trees at the grave have always been vivid—he kowtowed to the deceased in his dreams countless times.

In addition to the grave, he also has the family in Yangjiawan in his memory. That kind family, creating a miracle of life in the midst of suffering. He felt guilty about his parting, and made amends by sending money to Guò. He would look forward to every letter from home. I feel like I am the owner of that home, and I look forward to a new improvement tomorrow.

- Then don't go back! Didn't "Tie Guan Li" strongly keep him here to accompany him for the New Year--I didn't expect the reason not to go home to be so hasty!

The book of life will always turn a new page, and new words will be written on each page. In Fushun's book, there are still complex compositions and formulas, and his mind is enough to fit a magnificent city.

No one knows where he got so much energy? He is familiar with all the large and small buildings built in Guangsha in the past ten years, and the design concept, composition ideas, and architectural structures of each building have been included in his book. And he's read an astonishing number of books. Ma Ziang's writings, as long as they can be bought in the market, he has read them no less than twice.

He still kept in correspondence with several people. One is Yang Jiawan's family, the second is Jiang Yun's Liu Yonghan family, and the third is Zheng Yunxia, his most grateful teacher. Occasionally, he would write a letter to his eldest brother and the rich family.

He found out later. Zheng Yunxia and Ma Ziang were college classmates. The magical intersection of life makes this genius feel incredible. In the letter, Mr. Zheng praised Ma Ziang, saying that his immortal attainments in architecture made Fushun humbly ask for advice and learn from him seriously.

On the other hand, she told Ma Ziang that Fushun had the talent of "architectural wizard". Ma Ziang didn't care about this unemployed secondary school student at first, this young man who was a few mountains away from him at the management level, if it weren't for those two accidents, he might never have said three words to him.

But now, old classmates say he's an "architectural wizard"! He also asked him to "take special care".

Ma Ziang will be skeptical. For the first time, I visited the "staff dormitory" shared by temporary workers on several construction sites, nominally to comfort the workers who did not go home during the Spring Festival, mainly to talk to Liu Fushun.

The temporary dormitory has a total of three floors, and it is a rented old house from the sixties and seventies. Because it was already a holiday two days ago. The noisy and crowded building has become much more deserted. In addition to his assistant, there was also Manager Fat Hu.

Manager Hu had already arranged for someone to greet him in the dormitory, and he personally checked the cleanliness and hygiene, after all, the leader of the head office had never done anything to comfort the temporary workers of a project.

Fushun was excited. This kind of humanistic care from the top is an invisible benefit for employees, but this spiritual comfort is only effective for a small number of people. Most temporary workers don't care what kind of chief engineer or chief economist you are, it's your director. That's it for him!

Fushun and "Tie Guan Li" definitely belong to a small group of people. It's just that their purpose is different, Fushun is with the worship of idols; Lao Li wanted to take this opportunity to show himself in front of the big leaders, hoping to leave a good impression on Mr. Ma.

Mr. Ma inspected several bedrooms, and the spiritual comfort was finally sublimated into a material reward, and the assistant Xiao Chen sent the condolences to everyone, and the temporary workers cheered, feeling the harvest outside of labor for the first time, and the inspiring sense of belonging filled their faces, and they expressed their determination to "live as a person in three bureaus, and die as a ghost in three bureaus".

"Haha, I know these two, Li Guolin and Liu Fushun!"

Li Guolin straightened his back, and his excited little heart was about to jump out. He would never have dreamed that Ma would always call out his name. "Li Guolin"? Right! I am Li Guolin! He has long forgotten his name, for a long time, "Tie Guan Li" is the code name, a strange and friendly name, for the first time it has become so valuable! The two legs, one long and one short, also slipped together, standing upright! Waiting for the chief's review!

Fushun also specially prepared, changed into clean clothes, and the bedroom was also cleaned to a clean layer. The books that were scattered everywhere yesterday were also neatly arranged by him today, stuffed with cabinets, bedboards, and several large wooden boxes. He politely extended his right hand - a greeting he had long since learned in Western manners.

"Hello, Mr. Ma!" Fushun's greeting was neither humble nor arrogant, but his eyes were already full of tears. This time, it is different from meeting before, this is the concern of the leader for the employee, and the respect of the employee for the leader. At this moment, no one owes anyone, and no one hurts anyone!

"Hello, why don't you go home for the New Year?" Mr. Ma asked.

"This is our home, here we are warmer!" Li Guolin thinks that his answer is simply ingenious, which not only expresses his love for the company, but also makes a pun - Guangsha is indeed much warmer than Jianan.

"Yes, where there is a home, there is warmth. Liu Fushun, what about you? ”

"I ...... I don't want to go home! Fushun's answer was straightforward.

While greeting each other, Ma Ziang focused his attention on the books that only college students and even graduate students could understand. He picked up a copy of "Western Architectural Design" and flipped through it, with dense marks and notes on it, "Liu Fushun, is this your book?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Ma, I'll take a look when I'm fine!"

"Is it difficult?"

"It's okay, I can basically understand ......"

"Hehe, do you still read my book?" Ma Ziang changed a copy of "Landscape Pastoral and High-rise Buildings", which he wrote five years ago.

"Look, horse...... Professor," Fu Shun suddenly changed his title, "I've read almost all of your books!" ”

"Haha, tell me, what is my philosophy in architectural design?"

"You are the designer in China who has successfully integrated natural curves with architectural design, creating a third unique site in which the architecture and site are connected with a new flow and fusion of topography and the blurring of boundaries! You probably have a special affection for China's rice terraces, right? ”

Ma Ziang listened very attentively, he didn't expect that this temporary worker who worked with mud bricks all day could summarize his design concept in such a short language, and spoke to his heart...... (To be continued.) )