Literary creation has become famous, and the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles has paid attention to him. Chairman Liu of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles once joked: "Are you willing to leave your black yarn hat and come to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" I think if you are interested in specializing in literary creation, you are destined to become everyone's. Of course, I also said casually, the future of the head office is immeasurable, who wants to come to my little land temple? ”

Chairman Liu really just talked casually, but Wang Fan was really moved. What kind of black yarn hat does my Wang Fan have? A twenty-four cadre! is to become the mayor, and he is also a seven-grade sesame official. The city has a population of more than one million, and there is only one mayor. There is no limit to the number of people who can be a poet. He took it very seriously and said to Chairman Liu, yes, yes, it is exactly what I want.

After Wang Fan decided to transfer to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he longed for a new ideal. No, this has been my ideal for a long time. He thought that after being transferred to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he would no longer be constrained by the red tape of the city government organs, and he would no longer have to be so orthodox. Maybe after posting an influential work, a girl full of fantasies will come to visit, and I must be surprised to see my unkempt appearance. It was as if he had seen the horrified and puzzled gaze of a beautiful maiden, and the scene would have been romantic.

When he was dreaming of being a poet, he was promoted to deputy section secretary. There was no news in advance, and Wang Fan himself was very sudden. He asked Sister Zhang suspiciously: "How can I, Wang Fan, be a deputy section-level secretary?" ”

Sister Zhang smiled and said, "You are mature, and the organization will naturally use you." ”

Wang Fan said: "Sister, don't be official. ”

Sister Zhang said a few words from the bottom of her heart: "You should understand that your current writing skills are recognized, and the office can't do without you." If you are not promoted, will you feel at ease? Not long ago, didn't someone report that you were in the mood and wanted to be transferred to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles? But considering that you are too young, you will be promoted to a deputy director, and if you are afraid that it will be difficult to be competent, you will be promoted to a deputy section secretary. But this is really a reuse of you, don't you see that the college students who came with you are still ordinary cadres? ”

Only then did Wang Fan know that the organization had adopted a policy of appeasement towards him.

People in government organs have always been most interested in the appointment and dismissal of cadres. As soon as everyone saw Wang Fan, they patted their shoulders and said, the young man is good, young and promising, and he will become the mayor in the future, don't forget the brothers.

Wang Fan just joked very modestly: Don't talk about it, Li Xiannian became a military commander at the age of eighteen, I am twenty-six years old this year, I am only a deputy section level, and I am not an official, the most essential meaning is to add six yuan a month, which is only enough to buy half a chicken.

Now that he has been promoted, it is inconvenient to mention the matter of transfer. Every day, people are enthusiastic and happy, and their hearts are much more at ease. Soon, because Director Ma said something, he completely dispelled the idea of transferring. It was when he was studying politics in the office, and Director Ma said that he had a middle school classmate who later became a writer, who came to Germany a few years ago, and now he is not living comfortably, and he sets up his own stall to sell the books he writes. Some people envy the life of the West, if China "evolves peacefully", the order of life will be completely chaotic, what are we going to do as cadres? Don't you sell your own books as a writer? Comrades, be firm in your convictions!

Why Director Ma's words touched Wang Fan so deeply, he himself couldn't tell.

The days passed very uneventfully. Sometimes it's all night to write material, sometimes it's days without anything to do. When people saw Wang Fan, they always asked politely: Secretary Wang, are you busy? Wang Fan replied the same way, not busy, not busy. Then he hurried away, looking non-stop. A comrade who had returned to the grassroots level asked him who Wang Fan was, but he was slightly displeased in his heart because he called him by his first name, but he did not show it. Thinking of this incident afterwards, I educated myself fiercely in my heart: Wang Fan, it's just a depravity! If anyone sees this in his heart, don't he break your backbone? Although he knew that he was not angry at that time, he was still afraid that someone would see his heart.

After dinner that day, Wang Fan took a leisurely walk by the river and sat down under the camphor tree he had sat on a few years earlier. The red sun is on the mountain, and the river is full of gold. Wang Fan was in a very good mood, and couldn't help but think back to what he had done in the past few years, and thought of many people around him, Director Ma, Sister Zhang, the old man in the communication room, and the mayors. Discoveries are all ordinary and spontaneous. People seem to be people, and there is nothing strange about it. You don't have to take anything so seriously, especially not about small things. When the water is clear, there is no fish, and when people are observed, there are no fugitives, those who should be confused are confused, those who should be ambiguous are ambiguous, and those who should be hazy are hazy, which is chic. Sister Zhang is the most chic, uncomplaining, not fighting. When I came back, I walked into the cold drink shop opposite the city office, asked for a glass of cold milk, and sat down to drink it slowly. At the entrance of the city hall, people come and go under the glorious street lamps, and it is very common. When I first came here a few years ago, I always felt that the people here were very stiff and puppet-like.

Wang Fan was still about to ask for a plate of ice cream, and suddenly thought that Director Ma asked him to play mahjong tonight, so he got up and went back.