It's the eve of Teacher's Day. The Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Party Committee decided to send a letter of condolence to all teachers as usual, and Director Ma handed over the task of drafting the letter of condolence to Wang Fan. Wang Fan was really elated when he received this errand. According to his observations in the past three months, he found that if Director Ma has an opinion about you, he will never give you anything to do, and always let you rest on the side. The more I value you, the more I give you those important tasks that are difficult to do. Now drafting this letter of condolence, although it is not a very important work, but after all, it is a document of the municipal party committee and the city, and the other two new college students are not in their turn to draft, and I Wang Fan is fortunate to be on the turn. Alas, in fact, Director Ma's arms are so generous, not what I imagined. How can the party's leading cadres be regarded so badly? Wang Fan thought about this, and even regretted it a little. I'm glad I didn't tell anyone about Director Ma.

Wang Fan was a little excited, and humbly and respectfully asked Director Ma: "I have never written these things, and I have to ask you for some guidance." ”

Director Ma was polite and said: "This thing is easy to write, I will find a few condolence letters sent a few years ago, you can refer to it." After that, he took a few copies, and Wang Fan took them with both hands.

Wang Fan put the letters of condolence on the table and rubbed his hands happily. But before he could read it, Wang Fan found that the letters of condolence began with "Hello, all teachers and comrades!" Wang Fan immediately commented: "How to have 'hello'? Director Ma was even a little surprised, and asked, "Don't use 'hello', do you use 'hello'?" This is a greeting to the majority! ”

Wang Fan took out his pen and wrote on the paper very pedanticly, saying: "You can only add the plural 'we' after 'you', and you can't add ...... after 'you'."

Before Wang Fan finished speaking, Director Ma became extremely impatient, blushed, and said, "You are still a college student." 'You' means respect, 'we' means the majority, who doesn't know this truth? ”

Wang Fan still wanted to defend himself, but Director Ma sneered and said: "I have used 'you' for decades, no one has said that you have used it wrongly, your little Wang's talent is different from others." ”

Looking at Director Ma's sneering face, Wang Fan felt that he no longer had the courage to argue urgently.

Director Ma said very lovingly, "Be humble", shook his head, and left.

At this time, Sister Zhang came over and said: "Xiao Wang is really, the condolence letters in the past few years were all done by Director Ma himself, and I asked you to write them this year, which is also a trust in you, but you picked on the thorns." ”

Hearing that the condolence letters in previous years were all written by Director Ma, Wang Fan immediately felt a buzz in his ears and his face became hot. It's really fucking damned, I told myself a thousand times not to say a word more, but I talked a lot, and I inadvertently offended Director Ma again.

Wang Fan was very depressed in his heart. But he felt that he should be more relaxed. Otherwise, others will think that he has emotions for the criticism of the leader. He seemed to be intently flipping through Director Ma's masterpiece, eager to appreciate something. I have long heard that Director Ma is the first pen in the city, and he is very authoritative. But minds can't be brought together. He suspected that his brain was no longer a cerebral marrow, but a sticky mass of moldy tofu. The morning passed in a haunt. When it was almost time for lunch break, Sister Zhang walked to Wang Fan's desk with great concern and said, "That's right, you have to concentrate on learning Director Ma's things, people are generous!" ”

Wang Fan hurriedly got up, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen very respectfully, and said, "Indeed, I have studied for a long time and really understand a lot of truths. The things that come out of the hands of the old comrades are different from those of our students. ”

Only then did Wang Fan understand that the original meaning of Director Ma's reference was to learn and learn. He thought that perhaps this was the special style of speech of the cadres of the organs, and that he should really study the culture of the organs in detail.

During the lunch break, Wang Fan came to the river and sat down under a camphor tree. The cool breeze blew, the body was much refreshed, and the brain seemed to slowly have aura. He decided to devote all his body to writing this letter of condolence. Let Director Ma change his opinion. It seems that there is an inspiration, and the brain melon seeds are as clear as this river, and the words are gushing. What the engineer of the human soul, the candle spirit, the selfless devotion and so on and so forth. Director Ma must be very satisfied with it, and the teachers must be very excited to read it. He was so excited that he could barely sit still. At this time, he thought very poetically that this noon might be a turning point in his life, and this place must be very memorable. I can't help but look at this camphor tree. If I, Wang Fan, achieve any great cause in the future, this camphor tree will be sacred, and maybe I can build some pavilions and pavilions here to warn future generations.

He was impatient, and seemed to be about to finish a great business, and hurried to the office. Walking through the flow of people on the street, you can still swim in the water, and you generally don't feel the crowding and noise on weekdays. With forty minutes to go to work, he began to write. Soon, a condolence letter of more than 3,000 words was written. I don't know how many times better that feeling than writing a poem that I was satisfied with in the past. He seems to have found that he was born to write official documents.

When the bell rang, Sister Zhang was the first to enter the office and said, "I won't rest at noon." Wang Fan thought, this is about the same as the "good day" spoken by foreigners. At this time, Director Ma came in, and Sister Zhang deliberately let Director Ma hear it, and said loudly: "Xiao Wang is really good, and he also works overtime at noon." Young people are energetic. ”

Wang Fan smiled and said: "Wherever and where, the task must always be completed in time." His ears were pricked up, wanting to hear Director Ma's reaction.

Director Ma reacted coldly, and only said: "At this age, I often work overnight, how could there be so many people in the office at that time!" ”

Wang Fan immediately responded: "Yes, our generation should indeed learn from the style of old comrades. ”

Just about to deliver the manuscript, Wang Fan thought of Director Ma's earnest teaching to the comrades on weekdays, and his work attitude should be rigorous and responsible. So he buried himself in careful consideration. After pondering it repeatedly, I felt that it was very perfect, and it was not easy to say a word. Then he corrected it neatly, leaned over and handed it to Director Ma, and said, "The ink in my stomach has been completely squeezed dry, and I feel very dissatisfied. ”

Director Ma was reviewing the documents, and he didn't raise his head, but just said, "Put it here." ”

Seeing Director Ma so disapproving, Wang Fan's self-confidence began to shake again. Even a little nervous. Raising his wrist to look at his watch, he was still two hours away from work, so he turned out some information and pretended to look at it, but his eyes were glancing at Director Ma. I never saw Director Ma touch that thing. Before getting off work, I saw Director Ma put the masterpiece drafted by Wang Fan into his briefcase. Looks like I'm going to see it again in the evening. Wang Fan suddenly felt very tired at this time. It turned out that he had to rest at noon, otherwise he would have dozed off in the afternoon. Today, I didn't feel sleepy because of that nervousness, otherwise I would definitely be listless, and Director Ma would blame him for not taking work seriously. Alas, the dialectic is really great, although the afternoon was unbearably nervous, but the fatigue was eliminated, otherwise wouldn't it be even worse in Director Ma's impression?

As soon as he got to work the next day, Director Ma called Wang Fan: "I read it last night and revised it, so you can correct it." ”

Wang Fan took it and took a look, and saw that his proud work was corrected by Director Ma, and only "Hello all teachers and comrades" remained, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He sat down and carefully transcribed, his hands trembling slightly. Seeing that Director Ma didn't read anyone, nor did he hum "The Internationale", he just buried his head in silently reviewing the documents, and he must be in a bad mood again, definitely because the things drafted by my Wang Fan were not satisfactory, so he stayed up late. Wang Fan felt very uncomfortable. While transcribing, he was extremely cunning at the grammatical and logical errors, found two typos and four typos, and deliberately copied the mistakes correctly. After transcribing it, he still handed it over to Director Ma very respectfully, and said very modestly: "After reading what you have revised, I have realized a lot of things, and I will keep the manuscript and compare it with what I wrote, and the progress will be faster." ”

Director Ma smiled with satisfaction and said, "Learn from each other." You young people have more brains, and it is easy to make progress. ”

Wang Fan secretly thought to himself: Keeping that waste paper, engaging in literary creation is a material, at least a first-class joke.