Although the eleventh long holiday is good, it is a pity that no one accompanies it. After Father Li and Lao Wang came out of the morning tea shop, Lao Wang couldn't help complaining: "This National Day is much longer than the Mid-Autumn Festival, why didn't your daughter come back?" Father Li: "Busy! Attend a music festival too. Lao Wang: "What about Jiangyang?" He's not busy, a son-in-law and half a son, can't he come back to fulfill his filial piety? "Father Li looked at him,

"What about your son-in-law" Lao Wang: "I can't do that half." "In the same game of chess, a person who is absent-minded, his attention is not on the chess, and he has no sense of accomplishment when he wins on a mobile phone that can ring at any time; The other is to go all out, with eyes like a dragon, a bow left and right, momentum like a rainbow, although always losing, but the winner is very cool!

They unknowingly walked out onto the road. Wang: "How did you get here?" Father Li: "Take a walk!" Lao Wang: "I won't go back to accompany your wife." "I used to have morning tea, and in addition to buying vegetables, Li's father had to run home, and the two of them were like glue.

Father Li: "She has a performance at night, a rehearsal during the day, a National Day gift concert, I will take you to see it?" Tickets are not easy to buy, and I, as a family member, can take you to see the world for free. Father Li looked proud.

Lao Wang is most disgusted with his proudness, isn't it because he has a wife and a daughter who are arrogant here.

"Go!" Lao Wang adheres to the principle of being cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, so he agreed very simply. Of course. And because it's so boring to stay at home.

Unconsciously, they slipped into the bookstore, and Li's father was surprised: "I don't wear reading glasses, what is written on this poster?" Lao Wang glanced at it and felt that Father Li was too undisciplined.

"Jiang Yang's new book!" Then again. This pictorial is designed to be a crime. Although Lao Wang didn't want Father Li to succeed, he had to say that as a professor who studied criminal psychology, he was really curious.

After the two of them went in and turned around a little, they bought "The Long Night" and came out. When I got home. Lao Wang made a pot of tea, moved a chair and sat in the courtyard, and read a book.

He also had to thank Father Li. Otherwise, I don't know how to spend this holiday. He opened the book and read a few chapters,

"Now young people have heavy tastes, and they have written themselves to death, and this Zhang Chao-" Lao Wang remembered, this was Li's father's student.

Father Li made a special call to explain to Zhang Chao, saying that Jiang Yang had written him in the book. From this point of view, this book is inseparable from Li's father.

Who did this Lao Li help cross the road in his last life? At this time, he heard outside: "Professor Li, there is your courier." Wang looked up.

Father Li came out of the house, walked through the small courtyard, and signed for the courier at the door.

"Thank you." Father Li sent the courier brother away, and when he was about to go home with the courier, he saw Lao Wang Yaxing in the yard: "It's okay, Lao Wang, it's enough to enjoy." My son-in-law's book goes with your tea, right? Lao Wang took a sip of tea: "It's okay, make do." Father Li asked Lao Wang to bring him a drink.

Lao Wang refused very decisively: "Find your son-in-law!" ”

"Okay-" Father Li unpacks the package,

"My son-in-law has sent me something good, too, you—" He paused. He glanced at Lao Wang, and then took out a box of tea leaves from the courier, which was exactly what Father Li wanted to rub Lao Wang's tea leaves.

"I really found it." Father Li didn't expect such a coincidence. The tea in Lao Wang's hand will not be fragrant immediately, and this tea is still fragrant when he drinks gifts from others.

This Yu editor-in-chief! He asked Lao Yu to build a good relationship with Jiangyang, he was good, and the tea was sent to Jiangyang.

He's so saving! I'm not afraid that young people don't like tea. There is also a package, which was also sent by Jiangyang.

Father Li opened it, it was Parma ham, a local specialty, which Lao Wang ate when he was on a business trip.

"This was sent to him by the director who worked with Jiang Yang, one for his father and one for me." Father Li looked at it and asked Lao Wang to come over at noon to eat,

"We're not stingy people." The tea leaves in Lao Wang's hands are even less fragrant. But he went to eat a meal at noon, and this ham does have a unique flavor.

Afternoon. Lao Wang is reading. As an old lawyer, a person who delves into criminal psychology, this book is a bit pediatric for Lao Wang.

It can only be said that the pastime is okay, but if it is too touched, it will be gone. The cases he has studied, as well as more than 40 years of legal experience, have long allowed him to see it thoroughly.

Just when he watched Jiang Yang look for his wallet with ease, and took a sip of delicious catechu, Lao Yu came.

He brought the script of "Twelve Angry Men" with him. At the beginning, it was said that Lao Wang would be the legal adviser, and by the way, he would write a preface to the script.

Lao Yu's abacus played very loudly. After all, this is a script, and the book is too short, so I have to add Lao Wang's preface, and then ask a few teachers to write a few articles to express relevant views on the legal issues in this script - this book has both face and lining, high and hard, and Editor-in-Chief Yu has already seen that awards for both bestsellers and professional books in the industry are beckoning to him.

Lao Wang hurriedly took over the script, a little excited. Finally saw it. Father Li praised this script in front of him every day, and his ears were calloused.

He's going to see how good the book is now. Lao Wang looked at it carefully, and he was so quickly engrossed that when Lao Yu left, he didn't even notice it.

He didn't even bother to drink tea. When Father Li beckoned him to clean up and prepare to go to the show, he only vaguely responded.

"What are you looking at?" Lao Li walked into the small courtyard. The old king woke up,

"Oh, the script." Father Li glanced at it,

"Lao Yu sent it?" Lao Wang nodded. He asked Father Li to start the car first, and he still had the last few pages left.

"Okay!" Father Li is still patient with this situation. Wait a while. Lao Wang opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

Father Li was still waiting for his feelings after reading, but who knew that Lao Wang would sit there and not speak. When he saw that Li's father didn't start the car, he asked, "Drive." ”

"Oh, oh." When Li's father started the car, he muttered in his heart, whether this is good or bad.

After a while. Lao Wang finally couldn't help but say: "Lao Li, remember to call me next time you save the earth." "It's different, this script bumped into Lao Wang's major.

Of course, there are many flaws in this script, and any student who has studied law can find fault with this script.

But. As a drama for the public, this book can be said to have captured the essence of law popularization, whether it is in the script lines, for the special linguistic phenomenon in the judicial field of verbal evidence, or the display of legal thinking in the drama, it has been done in simple terms.

Lao Wang has been busy with law popularization work recently, and the books published some time ago are law popularization books. He knows too well how difficult it is to turn abstract thinking, language and behavior into a language that the public can understand, and if this script appears early, he will inevitably quote more, and he doesn't know how many brain cells will be saved.

Just this script, whether it is made into a drama or a film and television drama, the impact will definitely not be small in the future. And then - when they know the story behind the play, look it up,

"Inspired by Lao Li", whether in the legal industry or the influence of the law outside the industry, Lao Li's name is engraved on the honor list.

Lao Wang's envious liver pain.