The editor-in-chief's surname is Zheng, and he has worked diligently and conscientiously in the government for half his life, and finally only became a deputy director. Although on occasions big and small, everyone will call him Zheng Ju, but how awkward he listens.

In line with the country's call for mass entrepreneurship, the government provides entrepreneurs with a two-year leave of absence without pay. Deputy Director Zheng finally couldn't suppress the turmoil of literary and artistic middle-aged anymore, and temporarily came out of the system to start a magazine.

Because after all, he has been deeply involved in the government for many years, even if he has not done a regular job, but people still know some people, so many things are done smoothly.

After the two-year leave without pay, the editor-in-chief must be faced with a choice. Government officials are not allowed to do business, so the editor-in-chief can only choose one of the two.

In the end, the editor-in-chief chose "Dong'an Lakeside".

The editor-in-chief talked about this paragraph when he was chatting and bragging with us, and we asked him, is that within the system, but it is an iron rice bowl. How many people squeeze their heads and can't get in if they want to.

"There are a lot of people who can't come up with it." The editor-in-chief's smile was very calm, without any reluctance or unwillingness, "This is a besieged city, believe that where you are, where is the best scenery." ”

This is what we said when we were sober, and it can be regarded as a kind of calming people's hearts, warning us not to look at the mountain high, the most beautiful scenery is here. This is "Dong'an Lakeside".

When the editor-in-chief is drunk, he will give us another explanation, "My surname is Zheng, but I have been the deputy director all my life." In the past, others called me Director Zheng, how awkward I listened. Now you call me Editor-in-Chief Zheng, how can I listen to it and feel at ease. ”

The organization does not give a regular, but transfers itself. At this point, I admire the courage and strength of the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief is actually quite good, except for the strict requirements for the quality of the manuscript and everything else, it is not strict in other aspects. treats us more as children than as subordinates, so no matter how angry he is, we don't take it to heart.

When I got out of the editor-in-chief's office, I went straight back to my office. I don't dare to linger and stop in the corridor, and I don't want to face the schadenfreude or boo of my colleagues.

The editor-in-chief picked up the printed manuscript of "Jiang Chen" and asked me to write an example, I know that I have passed the manuscript of this issue. Although it is not a good manuscript, I believe that the editor-in-chief is as satisfied with the story told in this "Jiang Chen" as I am.

Didn't he always emphasize that the content is the most important thing, as for whether the author is Maize obedient or Xie Xiaoqiu, it doesn't matter that much, I comforted myself.

Although I comfort myself in this way, I also know that Xie Xiaoqiu and Maize obediently cannot be equated, even if the content is even better, it takes time for readers to recognize and accept.

Of course, the editor-in-chief gave me a step, and I also want to show the editor-in-chief a gesture of resignation.

I turned on my computer and wrote an editor's note to the editor-in-chief.

The general content is that letting go is not the same as giving up, and letting go is an expression of open-mindedness and a higher realm of struggle. Only when we let go of the obsession in our hearts can we travel lightly and achieve greater success.

The literati are like this, and their greatest ability is to come as soon as they open their mouths and talk nonsense casually. Say the square is round, and the round is square.

In the afternoon, my editor sent me a WeChat message.

"Is the editor-in-chief training you in the direction of a son-in-law? It's too pampering for you. ”

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I know that Xie Xiaoqiu's article and my editor's note will be the whole of this edition of Urban Life.

I sent Xie Xiaoqiu an email back, roughly thanking her for her love for "Dong'an Lakeside" and her persistence in writing, and congratulating her (his) "Jiang Chen" on being published in this issue of Urban Life. At the same time, I also left Xie Xiaoqiu my WeChat ID, saying that if you want, you can add WeChat to communicate.

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Compared with the current diversified and abundant channels for communication and information acquisition, the channels for obtaining information in our junior high school are single and lagging behind.

One afternoon, the homeroom teacher suddenly ran into the classroom and announced that the school was closed because of SARS and the students were not allowed to go home. The school has notified parents through the government to send supplies.

We have heard about SARS. Whether it was going home to watch the news on the weekend before or from the teacher's request to report a fever as soon as possible, we had all heard about it, but we didn't expect it to be so severe that the school would be closed.

The TV set was sent by the math teacher for repair and never returned, so the news broadcast was not visible, and we were suddenly full of panic about everything in the outside world.

Sijie asked me, Ermao, are you afraid of death?

I said, of course, I'm afraid.

The four precepts said, so I treat you as a friend.

What kind of logic is this? Do you take people who are afraid of death as friends? This is not in keeping with the mainstream thinking of our ideological and political education!

I said that it is the heroes who are not afraid of death, and the cowards who are afraid of death, and we should worship the heroes.

The four precepts say that you may not be a hero, but you are honest. I didn't say you were an idol when you were a friend.

When I was young, I always thought that not being afraid of death was a kind of bravery, until Sijie died because I was not afraid of death, I knew that not being afraid of death was not necessarily brave, it could be reckless and willful.

I am afraid that the SARS epidemic has not yet spread and will be replaced by the happiness and joy brought by a series of benefits such as everyone being able to spend weekends at school together, parents will also increase their pocket money, and do not have to go home to do farm work.

We started to learn to do our own laundry. Before, the teacher forbade us to play in the river, but now because of the laundry, it has changed from a ban to a safety hazard.

The girls wouldn't let us do the laundry with them.

I told Sijie that they must be afraid that we would ask them for help.

Sijie smiled, touched my head and said, Ermao, sometimes I really don't know how you can get the first place in the class, you obviously have a problem with your IQ!

I smacked him and asked him, "Why do you say so?"

Sijie replied that they just didn't want you to see their underwear.

I blushed a little bit, and the whole person buried himself in washing his clothes seriously, only Sijie stared at the river flowing eastward, and threw a series of water drifts with stones, telling me that the world's martial arts are only fast and not broken.

I said you can pull it down, if you don't hurry up and do the laundry, I'll have to finish the laundry and go back to school.

I don't know if the girls are afraid that the boys will see their underwear, but I did see the second girl drying their clothes.

Erya didn't dry out the bra, even if it was the steamed buns in the canteen, it was just a small vest.

Pure white with two thin bands.

I was staring at Erya from afar and drying up the camisole, and said to Sijie beside me, the strap is so thin, aren't you afraid of breaking?

Sijie replied to me, "Why don't you go and ask Erya?"

No matter how low my EQ is, I know that Sijie is digging a pit and a trap for me, and I have a blank look at Sijie, hooligan!

In addition to watching Erya's camisoles from a distance, I also took a closer look at Sijie's underwear.

"Sijie, your underwear hasn't been cleaned, you see there are still yellow spots here."

I said it while the four rings were drying clothes.

Sijie didn't say anything, and directly gave me a brain meltdown. "If you're smart, if you're clean, if you wear white panties, you'll have it too."

I stared at the black panties that were about to be dried in my hands, and I didn't know what Sijie's words meant, but I just felt that it was obviously not cleaned, so why did I use the color of the panties to justify.

When I was in junior high school, I always knew more about the four precepts than I did.