Dong Xiaowan held a paintbrush in her hand and stared at a strange man covered in scars with a sneer.

The strange man assumed all sorts of extremely indecent poses, with messy, jet-black hair and slightly disheveled and uninhibited eyes. The jeans are almost pulled up to the crotch, and they look no different from those second-rate people with yellow hair and pierced ears on the street?

This is all the pictures that come into view when Dong's mother enters the door.

How can she not be angry, how can she not despair?

She gave birth to Dong Xiaowan at the age of twenty-eight, and she worked hard for her all her life, isn't it just to give her a stable and happy living environment? Isn't it just for her not to lose to other children at the starting line?

can't give her the most luxurious life, but Dong's mother is trying to give her the happiest living environment. Could it be that in this way, she still can't understand the hard work of being a parent?

Even if he was wronged in the unit, he didn't dare to go against the leader, he only dared to leave angrily and cry all the way home. To this day, my eyes are red and swollen, and my heart is full of gloom.

But even so, Dong's mother was still thinking about her daughter coming back at night, what to do to make her relax.

But--that's how she repaid herself?

Bringing a different surname home during class time?

Paint him naked?

Is this the result that she hoped to get by spending a lot of money to hire an artist to teach her how to draw?

Frustration at work, blow to family. At this moment, Dong's mother was physically and mentally exhausted, disheartened, and even the courage to live was about to be lost.

She stared at the man and woman in the room with a dead face, a look of intense despair in her eyes.

"Mom—not what you think." Dong Xiaowan was so anxious that she burst into tears and explained. "Lin Ze is my classmate, in the same class as me."

"Really?" Dong's mother's face was hard to see to the extreme, I don't know if it was despair for her daughter or mockery of her failed life, she said lukewarmly. "This one covered in scars, so skillful in smoking posture, and a shirt that belongs to him that is thrown on the sofa and stained with blood, is the student of the third year class, your classmate?"

"Could it be that the dignified purple gold flower is a school that specializes in producing this kind of social dross!?" Mother Dong almost yelled out.

Dong Xiaowan was frightened.

In her memory, her gentle mother had never been so angry. How could she have known that Dong's mother was not only disheartened by her stimulation today, but also attacked by the leaders of the unit with sinister intentions and vicious words.

At this moment, the world is full of gloom.

Lin Ze saw that the mother and daughter were facing each other, but he had the illusion of being left out of the matter. Xin said: "Auntie, what you said is not bad at all, I am indeed the dregs of society." But--will I admit it? ”

Without waiting for Dong Xiaowan to explain anything, Lin Ze grabbed it with one hand, wanting to put on Dong Xiaowan's father's clothes. But his mother has returned, and it is inconvenient for him to wear it again. put on the bloodstained tattered shirt, and smiled at Dong Xiaowan's mother: "Auntie, I am really Xiaowan's classmate." ”

"Xiaowan, your name?" Mother Dong said angrily.

She was desperate. What is the surname? What suave? She doesn't care about any intellectuals.

"I'm not what you think, I'm not the scum of society. On the contrary, I am also a cultural intellectual. Lin Ze said with a serious face.

"Cultural intellectuals?" Mother Dong sneered and looked at Lin Ze with a mocking look. "I've never seen a cultural intellectual covered in scars! Are you giving a culture lesson to the big brother in those gang halls? ”

Lin Ze smiled dumbly, this Aunt Dong is really funny. couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head: "That's not either." ”

"I've been working in the Education Bureau for 20 years, can't I see who is a cultural person and who is the scum of society?" Dong's mother looked desperate.

What kind of education bureau, what kind of cultural person, Dong's mother is physically and mentally tired now, and she really doesn't have the mood or ability to think about that.

She didn't give Lin Ze a chance to say anything more, waved her hand frustratedly, and said indifferently: "You go, you are not welcome in our family." ”

Dong Xiaowan saw her mother showing such a look, and she was afraid that she was really desperate for herself. My heart was also extremely desolate, and tears came out again.

"Auntie, since you are a cultural person, you shouldn't mind if I borrow your bathroom, right?" Lin Ze saw that he was not interested in talking to him anymore, so he made an abrupt request.

Mother Dong frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Use it and go quickly." ”

After that, he sat on the sofa weakly, and he didn't even feel the mood to look at Dong Xiaowan.

"Okay." Lin Ze glanced at Dong Xiaowan, who was at a loss, with some distress, and secretly wondered. "Your mother has fallen into a state of madness, and simple reassurance and explanation will not help. Let's see if my approach works. ”

The first thing Lin Ze did when he entered the bathroom was to turn on his mobile phone. There were immediately a few text messages sent by Dong Xiaowan in the morning, and I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, feeling that this girl was really worried about herself. But then she thought of her situation outside the living room and quickly dialed a number.

"Hey." Lin Ze sat on the toilet and slowly lit a cigarette.

"Who?" An overbearing voice came from the microphone, which sounded particularly harsh.

"Lin Ze." Lin Ze coldly spit out his name.

"Kara-" The sound of falling from the desk came from the microphone, and three seconds later, the voice came again. "Brother Xiaolin?"

"Hmm." Lin Ze condensed his eyebrows and puffed out a puff of smoke.

"You called, did you have any orders?" The voice on the microphone was full of horror and unease. I was afraid that I would say something wrong or do something wrong and anger Lin Ze. The words are respectful and cautious, and unbelievable.

"Do you know Ms. Du, the surname of your unit? He is about forty or fifty years old. Lin Ze asked calmly.

"Du Qinghua?" The male voice came from the microphone.

"I don't know the exact name." Lin Ze shook his head. "Tell me her details so I can confirm them."

After the three-minute data report, after Lin Ze confirmed that it was Dong Xiaowan's mother, he flicked the cigarette ash, his words were full of coldness, and he said indifferently: "Is she angry in the unit today?" ”

Cheng Ying was stupid.

Do you want to be so discerning? I've been scolding her for less than two hours, how can you get the message?

"I don't want a next time." Lin Ze said indifferently and ruthlessly.

Cheng Ying nodded yes hurriedly.

Lin Ze couldn't afford to provoke him, and he didn't dare to offend. is not only afraid that he will retaliate against his son, but also worried that as his cousin Cheng Ziqiang said, offending him will suffer a huge disaster. No matter what, Cheng Ying planned to be a man with his tail between his legs in front of Lin Ze.

Face, dignity? Is it important to have a small life, but is the future important? No kidding!

"As the director of the Office of the Education Bureau, you probably know what her husband does, right?" Lin Ze diverted the topic and asked.

At first, he only got the information that Du Qinghua worked in the Education Bureau, so since this was the case, he could start with Cheng Ying. And when he mentioned it himself, he easily answered the name. The two must be very familiar with each other. That's why Lin Ze warned coldly, and hoped to get more information through Cheng Ying.

"Her husband should be from the Cultural Affairs Bureau." Cheng Ying wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said.

"Got it. In five minutes, you call me again. It doesn't matter what you say, but to-"

"Brother Xiaolin, don't worry, I know what to do." Cheng Ying knew that what Lin Ze said next might be a little blatant and hurtful to his self-esteem, so Cheng Ying immediately took over the conversation and didn't let Lin Ze say those words that made him lose face.

"First."

Lin Ze hung up the phone very calmly, and then dialed a special number.

As soon as the phone was connected, Lin Ze said indifferently: "Help me connect to the special line of the director of the Huaxin City Cultural Bureau." ”

"Wait a minute."

Doodle. There was a relay of electronic sounds from the other side.

It's an internal phone.

It can even be said that this is one of Lin Ze's permissions when performing tasks. Or rather, ordinary agents don't have that privilege. Lin Ze has it, because he is familiar with the old director. The old man opened the back door for him.

Secondly, some of the things Lin Ze did were always particularly dangerous and complicated. The old director was taken by Lin Ze, and his embarrassing identity couldn't help him much. But this kind of simple and effortless back door, he will still open it for Lin Ze.

A loyal soldier who shed his blood for the country, and won such a small favor, in the eyes of the old director, it is not too much at all.

The phone was finally connected, and a deep male voice with a slight literary atmosphere came from the other side, judging from the old age of the voice, it would not be less than fifty years old.

"Hello? Who is it? "Huo Cheng, director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, is a little baffled. This number is very strange, there is no caller ID, but it directly expresses a signal to Huo Cheng, and the person who makes this call is not simple. As long as it doesn't go too far against his principles and work philosophy, he will try to satisfy the other party.

The Secretary for Cultural Affairs may not seem so respectable, but he is a department with a lot of oil and water. Huo Cheng has been sitting in this seat for more than ten years, so he is naturally very clear.

"Director, I want to ask you to promise me one thing." Lin Ze puffed out thick smoke and said calmly.

"Say it." Huo Cheng said very understandingly.

It is not easy for someone to make this call, and Huo Cheng is an old man who has been immersed in silver in officialdom for many years. is also too lazy to bother, as long as it does not hurt cultural development too much, Huo Cheng is not easy to refuse.

If the demands put forward are too outrageous, Huo Cheng will fight to offend some high-ranking officials, and he will also swear to resist.

This is the reason why he can't climb any further, and it's the reason why he can sit in this position.

Hurting the interests of some people, but it can be of great help to the development of the whole culture. Some people hate him to the core, but others admire his style and respect his character.

Where there is light, there must be darkness. There is black, and there must be white. It's all light, and the world is too hypocritical. It's all darkness, and the world is too hopeless.

Huo Cheng is an existence sandwiched between black and white.

"I think you'll take the time to treat me to a meal, Director." Lin Ze said very calmly, not like a joke at all.

Huo Cheng was a little stunned.

Just such a simple request?

The young man on the other side of the phone called to make such a simple and strange request?

Huo Cheng was a little puzzled. But he still said calmly: "Yes." When? ”

"You arrange." Lin Ze said.

"Why don't you just go at eight o'clock tonight?" Huo Cheng said.

"At eight o'clock, I'm still studying at night." Lin Ze said.

Huo Cheng's aging heart twitched and said euphemistically. "Half past nine?"

"Hmm. I was out of school at that time, and I could be there in about half an hour. ”

"Nacheng, I'll wait for you at half past nine." Huo Cheng pondered for a moment and asked. "Do you want to bring anyone to the appointment?"

"The surname is Dong. He is about fifty years old, and his wife's name is Du Qinghua. ”

"No problem."

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