Chapter 7 Six, I really want to be chic

When Wang Fan was in college, he had the best poems and the longest hair.He decided to buy the collection of Pushkin's poems because of the portrait of the poet on the title page and his long, curly hair.He almost thought he would be like this in the future, except that his hair would not be curly. By mistake, he was assigned to the city government office after graduation.On the day of reporting, he took a look inside the gate of the city government compound and saw many well-dressed people with briefcases and briefcases coming and going, so he thought it was a puppet show.He couldn't help touching his shoulder-sweeping long hair, almost becoming an alien.I can only reluctantly give up and shave off this poetic temperament.When he was about to turn around and go to the barber shop, he caught a glimpse of the old man in the reception room looking at him, his eyes were bright and he was very vigilant.He couldn't help smiling.With this smile, the old man in the reception room thought he was provoking him, and his eyes immediately turned into triangles to show his righteousness.

Wang Fan straightened his haircut.After looking carefully in the mirror for a while, I found that I was beyond recognition and couldn't walk out of the barber shop.It turned out that he was very tall in the sky, covered by his hair for many years, as white as a woman's neck, compared with his face, it was black and white.This face is simply a caricature.What made him sweat the most was the back of his head, which he couldn't see.He knew that his skull base had been irregularly bumpy since he was born, and now that his hair was short, it must have revealed its original shape.I remember reading in a book that most rebels are naturally rebellious, so I touched the back of my head unconsciously, thinking that the prominent place was rebellious.Later, I grew long hair to cover up the anti-bone.It's not for fear of being considered a traitor by others, it's just for chic.Now that he has blatantly exposed his rebelliousness, and has been in the city government agency, is he trying to confront the government?He thought so humorously, he received a miraculous effect, and his whole body relaxed, so he walked out relying on this relaxation.As soon as I arrived at the door, the barber yelled: I haven't paid for the flat haircut!He reached into his pocket and asked: How much?The barber probably didn't bother to answer, and just raised his thumb and little finger.Wang Fan took out sixty cents and handed it over.I thought to myself, the morals of this world have really turned black and white, and I only charge 60 cents for such a heavy workload. In the past, I only charged 1.5 cents for a little sideburn repair.

It suddenly occurred to him that the barber had called him a crew cut just now, which was obviously a bit disrespectful.He thought that the ones with haircuts might be people with low consumption levels, and of course they would charge less.Are you polite to such people?Since ancient times, the courtesy has not been inferior to the common people.He wanted to laugh. We are at the gate of the city government compound again.The old man in the reception room asked politely: Comrade, who are you looking for?That look is very soft.Wang Fan said: I am a new college student and I will report today.The old man immediately put a smile on his face and said, "Okay, okay, let's go in."

Wang Fan thought, I, a crew-cut guy who was neglected in the barber shop, received such a warm welcome in the city hall.There are really two worlds between the city government and the outside world.He couldn't help but look at the old man again.The old man's gaze was still soft, even somewhat kind, not the original gaze that penetrated the enemy's situation at all. Wang Fan walked slowly towards the office building.I feel like I'm being reborn. Two days after work, Wang Fan immediately made a small discovery: the greetings of the municipal government are different from that of ordinary people.A common greeting among Chinese people is: Have you eaten yet?That's not only because we have kept in mind Chairman Mao's teaching that eating is the first important thing for the elderly, but also because the common people seem to have never had enough to eat for thousands of years.Officials of the municipal government often ask when they meet or call: Are you busy recently?The answer is always: neither busy nor busy.Wang Fan studied it carefully, because people are not too busy, but it is true that they should be busy.So to say that you are busy is to respect you, and to say that you are not busy is of course self-effacing.

Because I'm really not busy, I have to find something to pass the time.Colleagues sometimes joked, but when they saw Director Ma's gloomy face, the jokes disappeared immediately.Director Ma is in his fifties, with about a third of his hair gone. In Wang Fan's eyes, he looks like a leader.It wasn't long before I found out that Director Ma's beautiful wife had recently lost her life, and she was unhappy. where! Gradually, Director Ma became cheerful and began to hum "The Internationale" softly.Sister Zhang said she wanted to find a companion for Director Ma.Director Ma always waved his hands: Don't talk about this, don't talk about this.Sister Zhang never tires of explaining the truth, from young couples who stay together in old age, to how celibacy is harmful to health.Director Ma was finally moved, but he said, it's hard to find a suitable one!Of course his face is much happier.Since Wang Fan went to work, he has not formally spoken a few words with Director Ma, probably because of his leadership majesty.Now it's just a matter of using the excuse of enlightening Director Ma to chat a few words.But Sister Zhang almost exhausted all the enlightenment words. He couldn't think of new ways, so he joked: Don't be so stubborn.Is it fierce?It has been a code of ethics for women since ancient times.How can a man not have a woman by his side?Before he finished speaking, Director Ma immediately became upset, stopped humming "The Internationale", stretched his face, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and his eyeballs jumped to the top of the glasses frame, whitening Wang Fan.Wang Fan was very uncomfortable, as if there were many ants crawling on his back.The whole office is dull.

In the end, Sister Zhang had a way. She glanced at Wang Fan with a smile and said: From the look of his face, Xiao Wang is very smart, tall and full.However, Wang Fan knew that the lofty sky made him look like a half-bald man, and he lost the suaveness of a young man.But knowing that Sister Zhang was deliberately joking to adjust the atmosphere, she pretended to be casual, and explained to herself: My demeanor belongs to the 22nd century. At that time, I was old and became a high-ranking official, and my hair fell back and was combed shiny. Liang, must have a unique style.Colleagues roared with laughter.Only Director Ma still didn't smile.Wang Fan became more and more uneasy: Could it be that what he just said was wrong again?

Director Ma was not in the office that day, and a colleague asked Sister Zhang, how is the matter of finding a partner for Director Ma going?Sister Zhang cautiously looked at the door, and said: Well, I talked a few times, and when we met, I felt that Director Ma was too old. Isn't it because he started to rest early?Colleagues sighed with regret: Oh, so it is.Only Wang Fan started beating drums in his heart.No wonder Director Ma was so unhappy when he talked about old age last time. It turned out that he stepped on his corns unintentionally!Director Ma must have thought that I meant to ridicule him, this person must be offended!

Wang Fan quickly confirmed his guess: he really offended Director Ma.At the meeting of all cadres in the office, Director Ma specifically talked about strengthening the education of young cadres.From the weakening and desalination of political and ideological work in colleges and universities in the past few years, to the various bad performances of new college students in institutions.Although Wang Fan's name was not called once, and although Wang Fan was not the only new college student, he felt that every word and every word was a criticism of himself.He was uneasy for the whole afternoon, and then warned himself sternly: don't say another word.

Three blink of an eye to the eve of Teacher's Day.The municipal party committee and the municipal government decided to send a condolence letter to all teachers as usual, and Director Ma entrusted Wang Fan with the task of drafting the condolence letter.Wang Fan was really elated when he took this job.According to his observation in the past three months, he found that if Director Ma had any opinion on you, he would never give you anything to do, and would always let you rest on the sidelines.The more important you are, the more difficult and important tasks are entrusted to you.Although drafting this condolence letter is not a very important task, it is a document of the municipal party committee and the municipal government after all. The other two new college students did not have the time to draft it. I, Wang Fan, was lucky enough to be drafted.Alas, in fact, Director Ma's mind is so magnanimous, which is not what I imagined.How can the leading cadres of the party be viewed so badly?Thinking of this, Wang Fan even regretted it.And I'm glad I didn't tell anyone about Director Ma.

Wang Fan was a little excited, and asked Director Ma humbly and respectfully: I have never written these things, so please give me some pointers. Director Ma showed everyone's demeanor and said: This thing is easy to write, I will find some condolence letters sent a few years ago, you can refer to it.After all, he took a few copies, and Wang Fan took them with both hands. Wang Fan put the condolence letters on the table and rubbed his hands happily.But before he had time to read on, Wang Fan discovered that the beginning of the letters of sympathy were all teachers and comrades, hello!Wang Fan immediately commented: How can I use you?Director Ma was even a little surprised, and asked: How about using you if I don’t need you?This is to say hello to the majority!

Wang Fan took out his pen and wrote on the paper pedantically, saying: You can only add s after you, not after you. Before Wang Fan could finish speaking, Director Ma became very impatient, blushed, and said: You are still a college student.You show respect, we show the majority, who doesn't know this truth? Wang Fan still wanted to argue, but Director Ma laughed and said, I have used you for decades, and no one said that I used them wrongly. Your Xiao Wang's talents are so profound that they are different from others. Looking at Director Ma's smirking face, Wang Fan felt that he didn't have the courage to argue anymore. Director Ma said lovingly to be humble, shook his head and left. At this time, Sister Zhang came over and said: "Xiao Wang is really true. The condolence letters in the past few years were all written by Director Ma himself. This year, I asked you to write them because of my trust in you, but you are here to criticize." Hearing that the condolence letters in the past few years were all written by Director Ma, Wang Fan immediately felt his ears buzzing and his face became hot.Damn it, he told himself not to say a word more than a thousand times, but he talked too much, and offended Director Ma unintentionally. Wang Fan was very depressed.But he felt he should be more relaxed.Otherwise, others will think that he is emotional about the leadership's criticism.He seemed to be intently flipping through Director Ma's masterpiece, eager to figure out something.It has long been heard that Director Ma is the first pen in this city, and he is very authoritative.But the mind cannot gather.He suspected that his brain was no longer the brain, but a sticky mass of moldy tofu.A morning passed in such a dazed way.When it was almost lunch break, Sister Zhang walked to Wang Fan's desk with great concern, and said: That's right, I have to concentrate on studying Director Ma's stuff, he is a great writer! Wang Fan got up quickly, put his hands on his lower abdomen respectfully, and said: "It's true, I studied it for a long time, and I really understood a lot of truths."What the old comrades put out is completely different from our student accent. It was only then that Wang Fan realized that Director Ma's original intention of the reference was to learn.He thought that maybe this was the special style of speech of the cadres of the government, and he really should study the culture of the government carefully. During the lunch break, Wang Fan came to the river and sat down under a camphor tree.The cool wind blew, and my body was refreshed a lot, and my brain seemed to have aura slowly.He decided to use all his writing and ink skills to write this condolence letter.Let Director Ma change his opinion.It seems that I have an inspiration, my brain is as clear as a river, and words are rushing in.What human soul engineer candle spirit selfless dedication blah blah blah.Director Ma must be very satisfied after reading it, and the teachers must be very excited after reading it.He was so excited that he could barely sit still.At this time, he thought very poetically, this noon may be the turning point of his life, and this place must be very memorable.Can't help but solemnly 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 here to serve as a warning to future generations. Impatient, as if about to accomplish a great undertaking, he hurried to his office.In the flow of people walking on the street, you can't feel the usual crowded and noisy like fish in water.Forty minutes before work, he began to write furiously.Soon, a condolence letter of more than 3,000 words was written.That feeling is many times better than writing a poem that I am satisfied with in the past.He seemed to realize that he was born to write government documents. The work bell rang, and Sister Zhang was the first to enter the office, and said, "I don't rest at noon."Wang Fan thought, this is roughly equivalent to the good day that foreigners say.At this time, Director Ma came in, and Sister Zhang wanted to let Director Ma hear it, and said loudly: "Xiao Wang is really good, and he also works overtime at noon."Young people are full of energy. Wang Fan smiled and said: Wherever the task ends, we must buy time to complete it.His ears were pricked up, wanting to hear Director Ma's reaction. Director Ma responded indifferently, and only said: At this age, I often work overnight shifts. How could there be so many people in the office at that time! Wang Fan immediately responded: Yes, our generation should really learn from the style of old comrades. Just when he was about to hand in the manuscript, Wang Fan thought of Director Ma's earnest teaching to comrades, that the work attitude should be rigorous and responsible.So I buried my head in careful scrutiny.After pondering over and over again, I feel that it is perfect, and it is simply not easy to say.Then he copied it neatly, leaned over and handed it to Director Ma, and said: The ink in my stomach has been squeezed out, and I feel very dissatisfied with myself. Please correct me carefully. Director Ma was reviewing the documents, without raising his head, he just said: put it here. Seeing Director Ma's disapproval, Wang Fan's self-confidence began to waver again.Even a little nervous.He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and it was two hours before he got off work, so he dug out some documents and pretended to read them, but he looked at Director Ma from the corner of his eyes, and he never saw Director Ma move that thing.Before getting off work, I saw Director Ma put the masterpiece drafted by Wang Fan into his briefcase.Looks like I'll have to watch it tonight.Wang Fan suddenly felt very tired.It turned out that he had to rest at noon, otherwise he would have dozed off in the afternoon.Today it is all because of the nervousness that I don't feel sleepy, otherwise I will definitely be listless, and Director Ma will blame him for not being serious about work.Alas, dialectics is really great. Although I was nervous and uncomfortable in the afternoon, it relieved my tiredness. Otherwise, wouldn't it be worse in Director Ma's impression? As soon as he went to work the next day, Director Ma called Wang Fan: I read it last night and revised it, please correct it. Wang Fan took a look and saw that his proud work had been corrected by Director Ma so that only all the teachers and comrades were left, and sweat broke out on his forehead.He sat down and copied carefully, his hands trembling slightly.Seeing that Director Ma didn't read anyone, didn't hum the "Internationale", but just buried his head in reviewing the documents silently, he must be in a bad mood again. It must be because I, Wang Fan, drafted something unsatisfactory and kept him up late.Wang Fan felt very uncomfortable.While transcribing, he was extremely picky about grammatical and logical errors, found two typos and four typos, and deliberately copied them correctly.After transcribing and correcting, I still respectfully handed it over to Director Ma, and said very modestly: I learned a lot after reading your revisions. I will keep the draft and compare it with what I wrote. The progress will be faster. Director Ma smiled with satisfaction and said: Let's learn from each other.It's easy for you young people to be smarter and make progress. Wang Fan secretly thought carefully: Keeping that waste paper and making literary creation materials is at least a good joke. Four days later, Wang Fan was very proud.Director Ma often handed in some materials for him to write.Sister Zhang always encourages me, I want to live up to my expectations, and don't disappoint Director Ma's painstaking efforts.He also listed that many city leaders were born with pens, and they worked hard and were promising.Wang Fan was very grateful and excited, and felt that the clouds were steaming and rosy in front of him, resplendent and resplendent.But there was not a piece of material that Director Ma could not modify beyond recognition.Over time, Wang Fan seemed to understand that his writing skills were not as good as Director Ma's, and he was extremely dissatisfied with his poems and prose.Borrowing Jia Baoyu's words, he blamed himself and said, "What a waste!"I vowed not to subscribe to literary journals anymore, and I am no longer interested in browsing the literary supplements in newspapers.Occasionally, some literary friends and poets would ask about creation, and Mr. Warwick said with a general smile, "I'm too busy, too busy, how can I have time to write?"In my heart, I expressed great contempt: Still doing that thing, pediatrics!I was so naive a few years ago, what kind of creations did I do!He became more humble in front of Director Ma, and carefully studied the materials revised by the boss.Later, a bold idea with revolutionary significance came up: to work hard for more than ten years, and strive to write a monograph on official documents of the government.It turned out that he found that the survey reports, empirical materials and other articles commonly used by agencies today, no matter in terms of genre or style, were never learned from elementary school to university. What Xinhua Bookstore can see is "Chinese Applied Style" Daquan" and the like, Daquan's fart, many of the popular styles of the agency did not discuss it, and completely ignored the principle of linking theory with practice.This is the principle of Marxism!I'm afraid that there is no monograph in developed countries.Socialism has been around for thousands of years, and it is okay if no one studies the popular style of this party and government organization?The task of researching this topic is now historically falling on my shoulders, Wang Fan.I must fill in the gaps in this field of social science research.Thinking of this, Wang Fan felt a sense of sublime martyrdom, that a small person like himself would accomplish a great cause. He hesitated: should he report this bold idea to Director Ma?If Director Ma knew his grand ambition, he would definitely look at him with admiration and value him even more.Then I thought, will it be seen as arrogant and conceited?A person who has never passed elementary school mathematics also wants to attack Goldbach's conjecture? Finally unable to restrain himself, he talked about this lofty ideal at a democratic life meeting in the whole room, and explained it for a full fifteen minutes.Sure enough, all four were shocked. When Director Ma made a summary, he focused on praising Wang Fan: Comrade Wang Fan's ideas are very meaningful.Young people should learn from him, the key is to learn his reform spirit, pioneering spirit, enterprising spirit and innovative spirit.Comrade Wang Fan... Wang Fan was so excited that he could hardly control himself, but his expression was calm.This is not only because Director Ma highly praised his various spirits, but also because it was the first time he called himself Wang Fan instead of Xiao Wang on such a serious occasion.He felt worth a lot more.I remember that during the opening ceremony of the first semester of the university, the principal said that he called comrades instead of classmates, and he immediately became excited.After joining the work, he became Xiao Wang, and he felt very kind.But the title of this junior is usually called by others condescendingly. Now that you have been promoted to Comrade Wang Fan, is there any reason not to be excited? Director Ma's praise does seem to change his status in the office.Colleagues certainly do not refer to comrades in an official way in informal occasions, but it seems disrespectful to call Xiao Wang again, and most of them call him brother Wang, which is even a bit flattering.Director Ma still called him Xiao Wang, and he was very kind to him.Although he has never been in love, he feels that it must be the same feeling when he hears his lover nickname him. Wang Fan has 120,000 percent confidence to work in the agency.He felt that he should also shape his mature image in an all-round way, so that others would look like a real Comrade Wang Fan instead of Xiao Wang.After careful reflection, he carefully designed himself.Words and deeds should be more mature and capable, and the appearance needs to be revolutionized once again. Of course, the crew cut must be retained, and the yellow canvas satchel must be removed and replaced with a black briefcase.At first I thought that carrying the pale yellow satchel was very chic and easy, even Li Xiangnan carried it, but now that I think about it, it is simply the tail of a sour poetic temperament, and it must be like Ah Q said: Kacha! So Wang Fan bought a black briefcase for 15 yuan and 60 cents, put it under his left armpit, and shook his right hand very dryly.No one seems to care about his satchel revolution, let alone understand the far-reaching significance of this revolution.On the contrary, Wang Fan was happy, because it showed that his evolution from poetic temperament to cadre demeanor was a smooth transition.The best effect pursued by reform and opening up is a smooth transition!Otherwise, what if prices fluctuate, people's hearts fluctuate, and society shakes? Occasionally, the satchel revolution made him understand some truths.That day, a colleague said that his briefcase was very unique and asked where it came from.When it comes to this floating word, Wang Fan often listens to government cadres on weekdays, and vaguely understands its meaning, but he doesn't go deep into it.Today, I saw my colleagues associate themselves with Piaozi. I couldn’t help but do a little research. It turns out that the meaning is very rich, but it’s from Erya to Shuowenjiezi to Kangxi Dictionary to Cihai and even the universe of foreign words. Neither was explained.Wang Fan also couldn't give an accurate definition of the word "Piao", which probably means that people at the grassroots level didn't spend money on eating, smoking, and getting things.It's absolutely true that it didn't cost money anyway.One thing seems to be certain, that is, sitting at home and receiving tribute from others are two different things.Sitting at home with your legs crossed, full of majesty, accepting tribute from others, that and that method, to put it bluntly, is simply accepting bribes!And it's natural to drift up at work.After careful consideration, Wang Fan also found that the cadres' use of this floating character not only made the subsection issue clear from the corruption issue, but also made the language style obscure and unrestrained.Wang Fan even thought that the expressive ability of literature and art is really too limited. How can novels express such a highly artistic language?How does film and television perform?This floating word is simply profound and profound! The words go back to the front.The colleague asked Wang Fan where did his briefcase come from?He said, where and where, he bought it with his own money.The words are indeed true, but the expression is noncommittal.He didn't want to deny that the briefcase had come floating.Because he also found that his colleagues seem to be like this, never frankly admitting that they are good-looking, nor denying that they are not good-looking.It turns out that people have a tacit awareness that a person who can't get away with it outside is definitely a waste and will be looked down upon by others.But this is pretty, even though it doesn't hinder integrity, there is always something about it. Since Wang Fan had a deep understanding of the meaning of Piao, he sometimes deliberately took the opportunity to establish Piao's image.But do it sparingly.Because after all, I am a person who has studied Marxist philosophy and understands the relationship between quantitative change and qualitative change very well. Wouldn’t it be greedy to drift too much?To be honest, Wang Fan's qualifications are too low, and he has no position and no authority, so there is almost no chance of drifting.I bought a new pair of leather shoes that day. When a colleague saw that they were made by Luyao Leather Shoes Factory in this city, he asked if they were from Piao.Wang Fan quickly shook his head, yes, he bought it himself, and it cost forty-eight yuan.The expression was ten times more noncommittal.The colleague became more and more disbelieving that he bought it, swore and swore, and finally gave in, saying that he at least bought it at the ex-factory price.Wang Fan had no choice but to nod, and said, to tell you the truth, it is indeed only the ex-factory price, thirty-six yuan.Unexpectedly, the colleague was also moved and insisted on taking advantage of Wang Fan's face to buy a pair for him.Wang Fan had no choice but to generously promise that it was easy to talk about it, and I will find time to go there at noon tomorrow.At noon the next day, I had to deposit twelve yuan to buy a pair for my colleagues.Damn it, the food expenses for ten days are too much. Wu Wangfan suddenly realized that he was already very unlucky.At noon that day, he went to get a haircut at the barber shop where he had his crew cut for the first time.While he was getting his haircut, the customer in the other seat had nothing to say to chat with the master, asking if the master had a professional title.The master spoke disdainfully from the title to the diploma. What's the use of talking about the title?What is a diploma?In the end, an example was given, which made Wang Fan feel like a thunderbolt.Director Ma, who came back to the municipal office, came here for a haircut. Do you know Director Ma?He is a celebrity around the mayor, a great scholar, and he is just a high school student.Director Ma said that there is a new college student assigned to his office this year, and he is still an undergraduate student who can't even write your two words.You do not believe?It's a dog to lie to you.Director Ma is not a person I have dealt with for a day, and I never talk nonsense, it is true.Director Ma really knows how to punish people. He keeps asking that college student to write materials, but what he writes is nonsense. Director Ma rewrites everything, just to punish him.That kid is still full of leather, saying that he wants to write a book.It's even more funny when you listen to what Director Ma said. Wang Fan felt the burning pain on his head was unbearable, it was not a haircut, but a craniotomy.After finally getting through the haircut, he hurriedly paid the money and ran back as if fleeing. He broke into his humble room and lay heavily on the bed, his chest heaving sharply.He touched the back of his head angrily, and thought viciously, I, Wang Fan, am rebellious by nature, and I want to rebel!He secretly used the most vicious language to curse Director Ma, and what entered his thinking language was not the title of Director Ma, but the useless horse of cattle, horses and animals.This horse can't find a mare anymore, and it doesn't know how to toss about in bed at night, 100% staring at the picture of a female movie star and masturbating, 100% wants to get Jia Rui's treasured treasure! The work bell rang, and Wang Fan didn't want to get up. He vowed to be passive and slow down at work, and see what you, an old rascal, do to me.But after hesitating for a moment, he still got up and went to work.A small leak will sink a great ship.Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Walking into the office, Director Ma was already sitting at the desk, humming "The Internationale" leisurely, in a great mood.Wang Fan couldn't help burning with anger.Stop yourself immediately, don't be reckless.Director Ma glanced at Wang Fan and said, Xiao Wang is here?After a haircut, I feel more refreshed.Damn it, when the haircut was mentioned, Wang Fan immediately thought of what the barber said, and was furious, but seeing Director Ma's kind eyes, he could only respectfully apologize. Wang Fan sat down at his desk, took out a splint and acted prudishly.A stomach full of revenge is fermenting.This old thing, when he has opinions on people, his usual method is to keep you idle and make you feel bored.Why does it happen to me?Presumably a special law within a general law?Fortunately, I have studied the philosophy of Marxism-Leninism, otherwise I would be puzzled.It seems that he wants to use this method to rectify me, to see whether it is better for you or better for you. At this time, Director Ma said: Xiao Wang, I have something for you to copy.Wang Fan took it carefully and copied it meticulously. While copying, he criticized Director Ma's words with contempt in his heart.That character was extremely disorganized, jumbled and jumbled, with many more whiskers than other people's characters, and more shrimp whiskers than old man Baishi's, so he secretly called the old rascal's calligraphy shrimp body.As soon as this invention was born, I couldn't help laughing out loud.Director Ma hurriedly asked what's the matter, probably asking if he saw some joke.Wang Fan immediately explained that the more he read Director Ma's writing, the more he felt childish and ridiculous.Director Ma didn't give up any educational opportunity, looked at Wang Fan and said seriously, don't give up on yourself, your progress is also fast. Director Ma took over the materials that Wang Fan had copied, and showed his self-knowledge for the first time. He praised Wang Fan's handwriting for its beauty, which could be called calligraphy, and lamented that his own handwriting was hopeless.However, Wang Fan said that Director Ma's handwriting has a unique style and is self-contained. Besides, the most important thing in writing work is good writing. Confucius didn't think his handwriting was ugly.Director Ma smiled generously. Liu Wangfan cursed Director Ma every day, thinking of taking revenge every day, but after all, he did not create any explosive news that caused a sensation in the city government.That day I heard from Sister Zhang that she had already found a partner for Director Ma, who was eleven years and five months younger than Director Ma, with delicate features.Wang Fan was very interested, asked her name and work unit, and came up with a very insidious idea to write an anonymous letter to that woman, accusing the old man of being old and weak and impotent.Write with your left hand.But I just thought about it excitedly, and didn't write it.On the day of Director Ma's wedding tea party, Wang Fan looked at the happy couple and was very glad that he didn't write such a wicked letter. He regretted how he had such an idea at that time. He is a modest gentleman!Then I thought, well, who doesn't have a dark mind?This was what Floyd said, so he calmed down again, chewing Director Ma's wedding candy, and cursed secretly: You pious old bastard, I am worthy of you!If I wrote that letter, would you like to have today?Thinking about it this way, it seems that my contribution to this marriage is greater than that of Sister Zhang.When the bride and groom lit cigarettes for the guests, Wang Fan looked as if he had worked hard and felt at ease. But by coincidence, Wang Fan accidentally teased Director Ma.To be honest, he has absolutely no intention of revenge, the original intention is just a joke, who told him to be humorous by nature?It was during the year-end evaluation, Director Ma was rated as a great meritorious service, and he needed to report a copy of his advanced deeds to the municipal party committee and government.Although Director Ma is a big writer, he can't write it himself. Is that decent?Although Wang Fan made progress, he had only been in the office for half a year, so he didn't know the details, so he asked Sister Zhang to write.Sister Zhang wrote for three days and three nights, and finally finished the manuscript. She summed up many outstanding deeds of Director Ma, and it could be published in the "People's Daily" to call on the people of the whole country to learn from it.But Sister Zhang was still dissatisfied, so she asked Wang Fan to study together.Sister Zhang thinks that Director Ma should have some kind of disease to be more advanced.Wang Fan retorted that everything is dialectical. Today, in order to make Director Ma taller, he is said to be seriously ill. If he is to be promoted tomorrow, the organization will consider that he is in poor health and unable to do the job. Wouldn't it be over?Sister Zhang agreed with Wang Fan's opinion in principle, but still insisted that Director Ma should be ill. In the end, the two came to a compromise and wrote about a small illness, which can not only set off the advanced nature, but also not affect the important responsibilities in the future.But after thinking about it repeatedly, I found that Director Ma was fine except for his poor eyesight.In the end, it was the vision problem that inspired Sister Zhang.She vaguely remembered that one evening last summer, Director Ma accidentally stepped into the gutter behind the dormitory and sprained his foot.It is said that he suffered from dick eye and paroxysmal blindness.This dick eye is the dialect of this city, and it is called night blindness in medicine.But in this place, only ENT doctors call it night blindness, and almost everyone else calls it dick eye.Sister Zhang also only knows about dick eyes, so she wrote very touchingly that Director Ma suffers from severe dick eyes and so on.Wang Fan knew that dick eyes were a thing, so it was okay to talk about it, but writing in black and white was a big joke.But for some reason, he didn't give enlightenment.At the moment when he tried his best not to laugh, he thought of Lixue's idiot's drinking order, Daughter Le, poke a dick in it.He wrote the word ×× on the paper, and said to Sister Zhang that the word dick was written like this.When Sister Zhang heard that it was in the book, she thought it was very authoritative, so she changed it modestly. This is how the deeds are written.Send it to Director Ma for review.Director Ma said that writing my own materials is inconvenient for review, as long as I seek truth from facts, I should not exaggerate. So it was printed, but ×× was hidden, and the characters were hidden, and the four-way typewriter couldn't type it, so I had to write it with a ballpoint pen, so it was very eye-catching after printing, and it really stood out on the paper. The office kept three copies of this set of materials neatly, and reported three copies in a proper manner. Wang Fan kept it secret from others, and after a few days of humor alone, he suddenly became worried, and later turned out to be afraid.Goodness, such a joke is taken too far, and it is going to cause trouble, not a normal joke!Very very disturbed.Should we discuss it with Sister Zhang and withdraw it and start it again?No, that would be admitting that he was making trouble on purpose, even worse!How to do it?All kinds of thinking, left and right are not the solution.The days are very sad. I feel lost during the day and toss and turn at night.Anxious for a few days, did not hear any movement.what happened?Wang Fan was lucky enough to think that no one must see the joke, and those two words might not be recognized by those reviewing the materials.So he calmed down and secretly laughed at the ignorance of those idiots.Immediately scolding yourself slyly, so what if you know?The more knowledge, the more reactionary! Just as Wang Fan was relieved, something happened.Lao Liu, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee in charge of the party and masses, ran to the municipal government office in a fit of rage.What ×× is not ××?What do you eat? What is ××?Write it on the materials reported to the organization majestically?joke?Intentional?What is the intention?He blushed and had a thick neck when he scolded.Deputy Secretary Liu is from the north, and he only knows that that thing is that thing, and there is no other meaning at all.What's more, yelling those two words in that pure Beijing accent sounded very harsh. Deputy Secretary Liu yelled for a long time, but Director Ma still didn't know what he was yelling, and just looked around at the subordinates present, trying to find out who did the wrong thing.It wasn't until Deputy Secretary Liu slammed the materials on the table and walked away in a dignified manner that Director Ma didn't know the whole story.He looked at Sister Zhang with a certain attitude, his mouth trembling, and he couldn't say a word.Sister Zhang's face was already ashen, she looked at Director Ma in awe, and then at Wang Fan in great annoyance.Beads of sweat were already on Wang Fan's forehead. Director Qima didn't record the great merit.Of course, it's not entirely because of any principle issues with those two words, but also because it's too late to reorganize the materials, and besides, Director Ma himself insists on not allowing it to be reported again. Sister Zhang is really kind, and she really blamed Wang Fan in her heart, but she didn't blame him for it, and took the responsibility by herself.Director Ma didn't criticize too much afterwards, he only said things in words, and he should be more rigorous.Colleagues also used this as a joke behind their backs, but it was enough.Wang Fan felt very guilty.Sister Zhang is a good person, she cares about herself very much and takes good care of her.She doesn't have much ink in her stomach, but she is also a heroine in the agency. Now that this ridiculous thing happened, where should she put her face? 汪凡那天下班后专程到张大姐家登门拜访，道歉，说不是故意的，确实以为是那么写的，确实是因为缺乏医学知识。 张大姐一边拖地板一边说，不要紧的，马主任那个人也不会计较这些的，再说我们女同志又不想往上爬，印象好不好有什么关系呢？张大姐不停地拖地板，汪凡的立足之地不停地转移，这样子很不是味道，就告辞了。 回来的路上，一直想着张大姐的崇高。这不就是一个普通共产党员的闪光点吗？忍辱负重！相形之下，自己竟显得卑劣。为什么不向马主任坦白自己，澄清事实？明明是故意制造的恶作剧，弄得张大姐难堪，却在她面前混说不是故意的。最后决定明天上班一定向马主任深刻检讨。 次日上班，办公室气氛依旧很平和。同事们各司其职，汪凡想，还是算了，事情已过，何必再节外生枝？从此对张大姐更加有礼有节，在马主任面前更加谨小慎微。 很平静地过了几个月，办公室岗位作了小调整。张大姐不再从事文字工作，改作档案员。马主任很体贴地说，这是照顾她爱人经常在外，一个人带着小孩很辛苦，管档案清闲些。汪凡知道，在机关干部的观念中，文字工作虽然很累，却很体面，这是有一点层次的人才干得了的。张大姐很愉快地接受了任务。但她那种失落感，汪凡隐约察觉出来了，很有愧。他真想宽慰她几句，但又怕伤别人的自尊心。 马主任依然把平和与严肃处理得很有度。一般情况下都是温和的，属员有缺点，同样不留情面地批评，却不让人感到是在责难自己，而是在爱护自己。 张大姐从此一丝不苟地整理着文书档案。没事就坐在档案室里看杂志，或望着窗外的夹竹桃。原来快嘴快舌的，现在话语也不多了。汪凡见了，很伤感，担心她长此以往，整个大活人也会变成档案的。难道是马主任有意整她吗？但又不像，一来并没有就那件事批评过她，二来调换岗位的理由也是很堂皇的，三是事后几个月才变动工作。也许这就是马主任老谋深算之处？若这样，也太忘恩负义了，没有张大姐，你还能有这么个小妻子？汪凡左思右想，认为马主任确实是照顾张大姐。这样一想，汪凡自己也轻松了些。人家张大姐可是豁达的人哪，现在不多讲话了，只是因为档案室只有她一人，同谁讲去？于是，有回见到张大姐又呆坐窗前，汪凡就调侃道：张大姐好雅兴，宁静致远呀？张大姐莞尔一笑：我哪有那么深刻的思想？看到张大姐的情绪真的很安静，汪凡放心了。 八汪凡越来越成熟了，他写的材料马主任再也不用动大手术了，只是作个别字句的修改。后来竟经常发现马主任有些地方改动得不太妥。这说明自己已站在一个新的台阶上，可以居高临下地审视马主任的功夫了。汪凡感到很快意。但也不申辩。应维护领导的权威，这是职业道德的要求。曾经有一阵子，若发现马主任改得不太得当，口上不说，却变着法儿纠正过来。办法通常是谎称某某市长或副市长改的。只要说是某某市领导旨意，马主任绝对服从，这是他的优良品德；有几位副市长年纪都在马主任之下，但马主任对他们同样敬之又敬，似乎自己成了小字辈。汪凡对此感慨极深：这是难得的政治品质呀！当时汪凡之所以把马主任不太贴切的修改看得那么认真，不是因为固执己见，也不是为了显示自己，更不是对工作高度负责，百分之百的原因是怕人见笑。后来发现从来没有人对本室的文墨功夫挑剔过。汪凡知道不是自己和同事们真理一般地正确。原来这文件、简报之类的太多了，人们早已视如儿戏，根本没有人认认真真地看。再说，谁有闲心像语文教师那样去推三敲四呢？于是，汪凡写起材料来少了许多的拘谨，更加挥洒自如，文字更得老成稳健。自从市长有回在闲谈中对汪凡的文章做了充分肯定之后，马主任修改他的材料便更加客气了。后来马主任竟干脆说，不要我看算了。汪凡心想，这样也好，减少了办事程序，可以提高工作效率。于是以自己名义写的材料自己定稿，为市长起草的讲话直接呈送市长审阅。市长也十分习惯汪凡的文风，每次起草大会讲话稿之前，都直接找汪凡商量提纲，而以往都是马主任听取市长指示之后再传达给汪凡的。汪凡有了市长的亲口旨意，更能做到心领神会，讲话稿的质量市长越来越满意。汪凡觉得自己已到了最佳竞技状态。学习中央和省里领导的讲话时，他的主要精力不是领会其精神实质，而是非常得意地把那些文献同自己写的东西进行比较研究。研究的结果通常是：中央和省里办公厅的那些人，智商并不比自己高，我汪凡若是坐在他们的办公桌上，照样同志们的写出大块头文章来。 有天马主任很超然地对汪凡说：全靠你顶了上来，我轻松多了。年轻人成长起来，我就放心了。 汪凡条件反射，答道：还不是主任的栽培？替您分担些担子，也是应该的。 他俩进行这番对话时，张大姐在场，她正给马主任送资料来。 过了几天，汪凡从档案室门口经过，张大姐叫住他。大姐有什么吩咐？汪凡笑道。张大姐表情平静，却压低了声音，说：你写的材料还得给马主任看看，信大姐的话有益无害。 汪凡嬉笑道：不信呢？那就是有害无益了？ 张大姐哂笑之，不作答。 汪凡以为张大姐还不知道自己的文字功夫，仍要他虚心向马主任学习。大姐也是一片好心哪，但她的鉴赏水平只有那么高，也怪不得她。内心当然很感激张大姐的关心，却认为不一定采纳她的建议。 不久就发生了一件意外事情，汪凡后悔不迭：若听张大姐的话就好了。 原来市二百货公司多年来坚持两个文明一起抓，两个文明双丰收，市委、市政府决定把这个公司树为全市商业系统的明星企业，汪凡受命写了个典型经验材料，下发各商业企业。但因数据审核不慎，将实现利润多写了二百万元。同行生嫉妒，有些知晓底细的公司负责人就拿这个把柄告二百货公司谎报战绩，邀功请赏，弄得市委、市政府很被动。 市长严肃批评了汪凡，并责令马主任开个全室干部会，让大家吸取教训，发扬认真负责的工作作风。 马主任在会议上似乎很客观地说明了这件事的来龙去脉，看上去似乎为汪凡开脱。最后很温和地对汪凡讲：以后像类似的重要材料，我们可以商量商量。 会后，张大姐对汪凡说：你吴大哥今天回来了，我做了些菜，到我家吃饭去，陪大哥喝杯酒，你们单身汉，也清苦的。 原来张大姐见汪凡今天挨了批评，肯定有情绪，想尽个做大姐的责任，让他调适一下心理，也想交代一些办公室里不便讲的话。 张大姐的爱人吴大哥也很够朋友，视汪凡如兄弟，热情地劝酒劝菜。 见汪凡心情好些了，张大姐便拉上了想说的话题： 小汪呀，我看你本质不坏，才跟你讲。有些话是不能讲明的，可你懵懵懂懂。你写东西不给马主任看，他心里舒服吗？他原来是权威，你现在材料不给他看了，他到哪里体现权威高。噢，他叫你不要给他看你就不给他看了？你以为人人都像你这样肠子是直的？马主任叫你今后写的材料要同他商量商量你明白吗？这商量是什么意思？上级同下级有没有商量的道理？只能是指挥和服从！就说今天发生的事，若让他看了，他也不一定看得出数字多了还是少了。但至少封了他的嘴巴，他想讲也讲不出了。我也奇怪今天开会他怎么那么平心静气，没有骂你一句。确实，既然市长已骂了，他何必再得罪人呢？你学问深些，大姐我文化不高，讲的话听不听由你。 张大姐讲了许多，都入情入理。汪凡多喝了几杯酒，激动起来，涕泪横流，哽咽道： 小弟我到这个地方工作，举目无亲，全得大哥大姐照应。大哥大姐，是世上最好的人，我汪凡一辈子忘不了的。我汪凡不是人，做了那件蠢事，让老驽马他妈的来整你。 张大姐不愿提及这件事，忙止住汪凡，不要那么讲，马主任也是个好同志，我干档案工作，还轻松些。 汪凡回到宿舍，精疲力竭了，衣服也不想脱，就上床睡了。反复问自己，张大姐讲你的本质不坏，到底坏不坏？ 九事情糟透了。不久前发生的二百风波使汪凡的形象大为失色。似乎所有的领导都冷淡他了。那天在厕所碰到市长，市长正在系裤带，双手不空，口里咬着一本《求是》。汪凡很尊重地喊了市长，市长微微点了点头。汪凡明知厕所不是热情寒暄的地方，也分明看见市长嘴巴被《求是》占着，但总以为市长对他不如以前那么满意了。那次大便足足用了三十分钟，若有所失地走出厕所后，仍有便意，很不舒服。 真是祸不单行，工作上偏又出了个差错。向省政府打了个请求解决资金的报告，汪凡校对的，报省政府误作了打省政府。市长拍着桌子，叫道：今天打省政府，明天还要打国务院！真荒唐！ 完了完了，彻底完了。汪凡真想大哭一场。 偏偏这时，一位大学同学寄了一本散文集来，曰《夏之梦》。这更勾起了他的无限烦恼。这些同学，在学校都是一块儿玩创作的，人家现在出的出散文集了，出的出诗集了，有几个同学的小说也出了多人合集。What about yourself?正儿八经地当了几年御用文人，成就在哪里？居然也那么鄙视过这些搞创作的朋友。 简直无法给寄来散文集的同学回信！他提起笔来，脑子里像钻进了许多蚊子，嗡嗡乱叫。好不容易静下心来，写上几句，又捏作纸团丢了。他吃惊地发现，自己写了几年衙门文章，现在连写封稍稍儒雅些的书信都不能了。语言已丧尽了灵气，十分刻板。 一连几天，他有空就翻同学的散文集。这位老兄的散文清丽、空灵、舒展，汪凡看了几天，便满脑子的白云、山泉、翠柳，如丝如缕的温馨。 这本散文集似乎是一剂灵丹妙药，让他心静如水。兴致好了，便翻出自己前些年创作的诗和散文，有发表过的，有一直沉睡在抽屉里的。缪斯的光环似乎又辉映在他的头顶了。摊在案头的件件作品在他的眼里成了游动的精灵。原来我汪凡天生就应躲进小楼成一统搞创作的，干什么要到这个地方来呢？此念一出，便感到自己虚度了这几年，很懊丧。 以后的日子里，他工作上勉强应付，倾注全部精力写诗。那些古板的机关材料在他的眼里一下子成了狗屁不如的东西。他感到自己很可笑，好像死心塌地迷恋过的美人儿，最后发现竟是一个丑八怪。这几年自己居然也写这样的文章，居然也为了成为大手笔孜孜不倦，简直辱没了仓颉。那些东西，千篇一律地在什么什么领导下，什么什么支持下，什么什么配合下。一个材料，开篇至少三下，三下五除二，算啥玩意儿？ 汪凡潜心创作了一首诗，曰《痛苦的方式》。写得很绝，把自己感动得在郊外转悠了一个星期天。他想，这样的诗作如果不发表，中国没有诗了。 果然发表了，在本市的文学圈子里引起了轰动。汪凡为了扬眉吐气，很方法地把自己发表诗作的事在同事们中间张扬了。同事们敬而仰之，他很快意。 一天，马主任很严肃地找汪凡谈了话。听说你写了个诗，叫什么痛苦。业余搞创作，我看是可以的，只要不影响工作。但格调应高一些。领导很器重你，同事们也很关心你，有什么痛苦的？领导批评你，也是为你好，要正确对待。有人说你星期天经常在外独自散步，有什么想法，可以向组织反映嘛。唉，现在文学界也不讲方向性了，什么东西都可以发表，自由化怎么能不泛滥成灾？ 汪凡解释说，我那诗作，并没有政治问题。痛苦嘛，在有些时候，是一种很高尚、很纯洁、很美丽的情绪。 没等汪凡讲完，马主任莫名惊诧了，什么什么？痛苦也美丽？ 汪凡突然发现自己笨拙，怎么同这些人谈文学的审美情趣！为了尽快收场，汪凡立即表态，一定接受领导的意见，有时间的话，创作一些健康的有益的作品，热情讴歌社会主义两个文明建设。 那就对了。马主任满意了。 汪凡果然才气不凡，一发不可收拾，经常有诗作和散文发表。 张大姐有天提醒他，最好用笔名发作品，不然影响不好，会有人嫉妒你，讲你不务正业。汪凡不听，心想，就是要扬扬名，让那些王八蛋不再小觑自己。果然有同事递了消息，说某某领导对你搞创作有看法了。汪凡也并不在意，俨然傲骨铮铮。你当你的官，我写我的诗，互不干涉。当官有什么了不起的？李鸿章讲天下最容易的事莫过于当官，你那个官我当不像？我来当的话，肯定比你出色，可我的诗你写写看！我搞创作，充其量也就是晚上不打麻将。你们天天晚上玩麻将，那才是玩物丧志！ 汪凡感到自己很潇洒。人哪，就该这么潇洒。不以物喜，不以己悲，何必庸人自扰？ 十文学创作有了名气，市文联关注他了。文联刘主席有回开玩笑说：愿意丢下乌纱帽到文联来吗？我看你若有兴趣，专门从事文学创作，注定要成大家的。当然，我也是随便讲的，首脑机关前途无量，谁愿到我那小小土地庙来呢？ 刘主席确实只是随便讲讲，但汪凡真的动了心。我汪凡有什么乌纱帽？一个二十四级干部！就是当了市长，也是个七品芝麻官，全市人口一百多万，市长只有一个。当诗人可是没有名额限制的。他很当做一回事，对刘主席讲，可以可以，正合我的心意。 汪凡决定调文联后，成天憧憬着新的理想。不，这早就是我的理想了。他想，调到文联之后，再也不受市府机关繁文缛节的拘束，也不须那么正统了，可以关起门来神游八极，须发变成马克思那样也无人干涉。说不定发了有影响的作品之后，会有满脑子幻想的女孩子登门拜访的，见了自己蓬头垢面的样子一定很吃惊。他仿佛已看到一个美丽的少女的惊骇而疑惑的目光，那场面会很浪漫的。 当他正做着诗人梦的时候，被提拔了，任副科级秘书。事先没有任何消息，汪凡自己也很感突然。他疑惑地问张大姐：我汪凡何德何能，也当个副科级秘书？ 张大姐笑着说：你成熟了嘛，组织上自然要用你。 汪凡说：大姐你就别打官腔了。 张大姐这才说了几句推心置腹的话：你自己应明白，你现在的文字功夫已是公认的，办公室缺你不行。不提拔你，你会安心吗？前不久不是有人反映你有情绪，想调到文联去吗？但又考虑到你太年轻，提个副主任，怕难胜任，就提个副科级秘书。不过这也确实是重用你，你看同你一道分来的那几个大学生，不都还是一般干部吗？ 汪凡这才知道组织上对他采取的是安抚政策。 机关里的人们对干部的任免问题一向是最感兴趣的。大家一见汪凡，就拍着肩膀说，小伙子不错呀，年轻有为，以后当了市长，可别忘了兄弟们啦。 汪凡只是极谦虚地玩笑道：别那么讲，李先念十八岁就当军长了，我今年二十六了，才是个副科级，也不是什么官，最本质的意义是每月加六块钱，只够买半只鸡。 既然被提拔了，就不便再提调动的事。天天有人热情地道喜，心也安了许多。不久，因为马主任讲到一件事，他彻底打消了调动的念头。那是办公室政治学习时，马主任讲，他有位中学同学，后来当了作家，前几年到了德国，现在生活得并不自在，自己写的书自己摆摊子销。有人羡慕西方生活，中国如果和平演变了，生活的秩序就全乱了，我们当干部的干什么去？当作家的不也自己卖书去？同志们，要坚定信念哪！ 马主任的这番话为什么如此深刻地触动了汪凡，他自己也说不清。 日子很平淡地过着，有时通宵达旦写材料，有时一连几天无事可干。人们见了汪凡总很客气地问：汪秘书，忙吗？汪凡照样回道，不忙不忙。然后匆匆走开，一副马不停蹄的样子。有回基层来的同志找他办事，问汪凡是哪一位，因为直呼其名，他内心竟微微不悦，但没有表露出来。事后想到这件事，在心里狠狠教育了自己：汪凡，简直是堕落哪！若有人看出这一心迹，不要戳断你的脊梁骨吗？尽管明知当时不愠不怒，但仍惟恐有人洞悉他的内心。 那天晚饭后，汪凡很悠哉悠哉地到河边散步，在几年前坐过的那棵樟树下坐下来。红日衔山，河面流金溢彩。汪凡心情极佳，不禁回想起几年来做过的事情，想起周围的许多人，马主任，张大姐，传达室老头，市长们。发现都是平常的自自然然的人。人似乎就是人，任何奇怪的东西都没有。自己也不必把什么事看得那么认真，特别是不能计较小节。水至清则无鱼，人至察则无徒，该糊涂的就糊涂，该含混的就含混，该朦胧的就朦胧，这才是潇洒。张大姐就最潇洒，无怨无尤，不争不斗。回来时，走进市府机关对门的冷饮店，要了一杯冰牛奶，坐下慢慢地喝。市府门口，辉煌的路灯下人们进进出出，都很平常。几年前刚来时，不知为什么总觉得这里面的人很生硬，木偶一般。 汪凡还准备要一盘冰淇淋，忽然想到今晚马主任约他打麻将，就起身回去了。