"Are you...... Zhang Shengli! ”

Behind Wang Ziheng, there was a slightly chubby young man.

This is really unexpected!

Wang Ziheng was still in a flurry, and Zhang Shengli had rushed up to give him a bear hug. "I felt it was you just now, but I haven't seen you for more than two years, so I don't dare to confirm it; Now that I get closer, I still have the same graceful posture and familiar taste as I did at the beginning, which is really ...... Ahem, I'm too excited to speak! ”

Zhang Shengli's exaggerated expression and rich body movements when he spoke did not seem to have changed much.

Wang Ziheng punched Zhang Shengli: "Open your mouth wide, in this situation, you still don't chant a poem?" ”

Zhang Shengli was a well-known poet in the school during his college years.

"Okay, you let me brew. Well, here it is: a branch and six leaves laugh at the east wind, and the end of the world is scattered without a trace. Every year, Fang Fei opens and thanks, only for a short meeting in Pingshui. ”

"Okay, I'm still so smart!"

"Laugh and laugh! limericks, not on the table. I heard Boss Zhao say before, you haven't been in contact with the big guy for almost a year, why did you come to our Tangshan today? ”

Wang Ziheng hurriedly lied: "Oh, I came to Tangshan with a friend to do something, and he was accidentally injured, so I took him to the hospital to take a look." What about you? Are you sick too? ”

"What can I do? I'm here to visit an old artist who lives in the courtyard! By the way, this is a rare opportunity, you are a well-known talent in our class, and you must meet this artist today, and the collision sparks will come out! ”

Wang Ziheng blushed and said, "Pull it down, you big mouth!" I'm a rapeseed at best, don't use me as a cowhide to brag about. ”

Zhang Shengli was about to answer, when someone in the corridor called him, "Xiao Zhang!" ”

The two of them followed the prestige, only to see an old man wearing glasses slowly walking out of a large ward, supported by a tall young man beside him.

"Yo, Elder Ding, are you about to be discharged from the hospital?" Zhang Shengli walked over to the old man with concern, turned around and winked at Wang Ziheng, meaning you wait a minute.

Ding Lao smiled and said, "How dare you live?" This is the People's Hospital, let's not insult the word 'people' if we are bored idlers! ”

Zhang Shengli grabbed Ding Lao's other arm and asked the tall young man, "Han Jun, what's the matter?" ”

The young man named Han Jun said angrily: "Someone from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles said that Ding Lao's back injury is almost healed, and if he is still hospitalized, he will take care of his own medical expenses." ”

"Official ruffian! A bunch of official ruffians! Zhang Shengli was a little angry.

Ding Lao Wen persuaded him: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the wall has ears!" ”

The three of them walked in front of Wang Ziheng, and Zhang Shengli enthusiastically introduced everyone.

Ding Laoda, a famous poet and calligrapher and painter in the province, is currently the chairman of the Tangshan County Poetry Association and the honorary president of the University for the Elderly; Gao Ting's young man's name is Chen Hanjun, a Chinese teacher at the county No. 1 middle school, and a poetry lover.

When Zhang Shengli introduced Wang Ziheng, it was inevitable that there would be another burst of praise, which made Wang Ziheng's face red, and he said vigorously, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" ”

Ding Youwen smiled at Wang Ziheng and nodded, turned his head to Chen Hanjun and said, "Your dinner, without Xiao Wang, must be a delicious food without salt!" ”

Chen Hanjun hurriedly said: "That's nature!" Brother Ziheng, you are a victorious classmate, enjoy your face, come and have dinner with us in the afternoon. ”

"Yes, yes, Ziheng, you must participate, they are all helping like-minded poetry friends together, not a social drinking party, everyone communicates happily!" Zhang Shengli echoed.

Wang Ziheng saw that it was difficult to resist, so he had to agree.

He wanted to go to the ward to inform Tian Fusheng first, but Tian Fusheng called the nurse in at some point and borrowed someone's mobile phone to use it. While Tian Fusheng was making a phone call, he was talking nonsense with the female nurse, who played with the corners of her clothes with both hands, shyly but happily smiling.

"Where's your own phone?" The prince asked with a smile.

"Silly you! It's been a year, and our mobile phone cards are all invalid! ”

Wang Ziheng laughed twice and said that he was going out to have a meal with his old classmates. Tian Fusheng just nodded and signaled that he was going to go by himself, and there was no need to report.

The crowd took a car and drove to the Jufulou restaurant in the south of the city.

The county seat of Tangshan is built on the top of a mountain, and the urban area is old and the roads are narrow. A large county with a population of one million still eats the state's "subsistence allowance", and it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong.

In the car, Wang Ziheng learned the reason why Ding Zhangchen and the three of them were full of complaints:

The county is about to host the "Jinzhu Ancient Kingdom Academic Seminar" led by the Provincial Institute of Archaeology, and the County Federation of Literary and Art Circles instructed that Tangshan, as the host, must show the cultural heritage of Tangshan to the guests inside and outside the province, so it was specially arranged to hold a large-scale exhibition of poetry couplets and calligraphy and painting works before the seminar, and the specific matters were presided over by Ding Youwen.

If you want to talk about the background, it is like a person's appearance, brought by the mother's womb, once it is too low, no matter how hard you work the day after tomorrow, it will never be high. Ding Youwen and others know that Tangshan has lacked humanistic spirit since ancient times, and today's education has been a mess by administrative interference, how can there be a decent family background to show to outsiders?

Think about the brother counties in the same area, there must be Mrs. Shunde, there is Ding Gongbao in Pingyuan, and the ruins of the Golden Bamboo Kingdom in Wusa are known all over the world. When it was Tangshan's turn, he could only lead others to look at the moon and count the stars.

But in any case, if the guests are coming, the house still has to be cleaned and cleaned, and it is rare for the leader to see it, and he will do his best to do it. Fortunately, there is a group of half-hungry literature and art lovers in Tangshan, who organized a small circle to entertain themselves and make it lively. Now in this emergency situation, the county naturally thinks of them.

Who knew that after the county Federation of Literary and Art Circles handed a red-headed document to Ding Youwen, it neither contributed effort nor money, and Ding Youwen watched and handled it. Although Ding Youwen had an opinion, he thought that this was a good thing to promote Tangshan after all, and it was related to the interests of the whole county, so he didn't care, and he took a group of fellow poets in the association to volunteer for labor.

In the exhibition hall layout two days ago, Ding Youwen, who was seventy years old, climbed the stairs to personally command, but accidentally fell down and twisted his waist and needed to be hospitalized. The county Federation of Literary and Art Circles ignored it at first, and a group of poets from all walks of life couldn't stand it anymore, so they found the county government office together to make a fuss, and finally the county government was forced to make a decision under the pressure of public opinion: Ding Youwen's situation was calculated according to the work-related injury, and the hospitalization expenses were paid by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

After staying in the hospital for two days, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles sent someone to urge: the hospital is not a palace of recuperation, and you have to leave when the disease is cured. Ding Youwen, who originally had to stay in the hospital for observation, had to leave quickly, and the pitiful pen fee and manuscript remuneration in his own pocket could not cope with the high hospitalization fee.

Wang Ziheng listened to it, and he also understood that the so-called "Poetry Couplet Association" and "University for the Elderly" are both non-governmental in nature, although they are affiliated with the County Federation of Literary and Art Circles, but there is no funding, and there is no staffing, all relying on poetry lovers to organize themselves and fend for themselves.

In Zhang Shengli's words, it is really difficult for Ding Youwen and these people, regardless of personal gains and losses, all with their love for art, to support a civilized sky for Tangshan.

In fact, this situation is all over the country. In the eyes of many dignitaries, except for GDP, everything else is fart.

And what made Ding Youwen, Zhang Shengli, and Chen Hanjun most indignant was that in the theatrical performance before the seminar, in order to invite a few third-rate stars, the county generously allocated a special fund of 3 million! You know, Tangshan is a well-known poor county in the country.

A few people arrived at Jufu Building, and Chen Hanjun said that there were more than a dozen poetry friends to come, so everyone had to wait first.

Zhang Shengli said: "Lao Chen, start the meal on time at four o'clock, I won't be able to catch the shuttle back to Sheephorn when it's late!" ”

Chen Hanjun said: "Don't worry, you will never miss your morning class tomorrow." ”

When Wang Ziheng heard this, he was puzzled: "Open your mouth wide, I remember that your job in the exam was to be a teacher in Tangshan No. 1 Middle School, why did you have to go to the horns of the sheep to take classes?" We came from Sheephorn at noon, isn't that a township? ”

Zhang Shengli smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't mention it, I'm exiled to the frontier!" ”

It turned out that Zhang Shengli did teach at Tangshan No. 1 Middle School before, but half a year ago, he was dealt with for making "inappropriate remarks" in the school's WeChat group and transferred to a remote township to teach.

The most interesting thing is that the so-called "inappropriate remarks" are nothing more than the words of fighting for teachers' benefits and salaries that are not lower than those of civil servants, and as a result, all teachers who participated in the discussion were transferred from their posts directly under the county government, and at least publicly apologized to the people of the county on the county television station......

"Isn't this a literal hell?" Wang Ziheng felt incredible, "What age is it?" I've always thought that you people who eat public meals are so happy! Besides, teachers can't be paid less than civil servants, isn't that what the law stipulates? ”

Zhang Shengli sneered: "I said that I was a ruffian!" What laws do they know, what education do they know? The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, what will these people do besides playing official power? As the so-called temple demon is windy, the king of the shallow pool is more than ......"

Chen Hanjun trembled with fright, hurriedly grabbed Zhang Shengli, and persuaded repeatedly: "Why don't you have a long memory?" Dare to say nonsense, be careful that you can't even keep your job! ”

When Chen Hanjun spoke, his eyes and ears were in a state of high alert, for fear that someone around him would make audio and video recordings.

Ding Youwen also persuaded: "Eat a trench and grow a wisdom!" In these days, it is not easy to find a job to make a living. You are not as old as me, you are young, and your responsibilities and responsibilities do not allow you to do as you want. ”

Wang Ziheng patted Zhang Shengli on the shoulder: "It's okay, learn from your idol Su Dongpo!" People were driven to Hainan Island, can't they still write open-minded poems of 'reporting the beauty of Mr. Spring Sleep, and Taoist beating the five watch bells'? ”

But I thought in my heart: If you live such a life, won't you get it if you don't have this teacher? Open your mouth wide, open your mouth wide, your mouth is in trouble after all!

Thinking of the past, Wang Ziheng's face was faintly covered with a layer of dark clouds.

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