Lu Yiwei sat in front of the computer and pondered for more than an hour, but he still couldn't figure out what to do. Bao Shuming had already called him twice to ask about the progress of the speech, but he hadn't written a word.
He smoked seven or eight cigarettes, and his fingers were resting on the keyboard. He typed a few lines and then deleted them all. Time passed, and his heart was burning with anxiety and anxiety.
He pushed all the speech scripts to the side, got up and stood in front of the window, thinking. If it went on like this, he wouldn't be able to finish it by tomorrow morning. At this critical moment, his brain seemed to stop working, and all his original thoughts were disrupted.
This was an impossible task.
He didn't expect to be appreciated by Secretary Zhang, but he would be grateful as long as he could complete the task. After calming down and thinking for a long time, he couldn't just sit there. He turned around and saw Rongzhai's Essays on the table, and suddenly thought of Zhou Hengshan. Yes, he was also a writer, and he was a great writer. If he could give him some advice, it might have an unexpected effect. Thinking about it, he immediately dialed Zhou Hengshan's number.
After hearing it, Zhou Hengshan said after a long time, "Yiwei, I can help you with other things, but I can't do anything about this. I only know a little about corporate relocation, and it's too late to understand it now. When it's done, I can help you with the words, but I really can't do anything about it. "
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, and Lu Yiwei felt a little desperate. It was as if he had walked into a dead end, and he couldn't find the exit.
Winter nights in Xijiang Province came early, and the sky was already dark after five o 'clock. At half past five, it was completely dark. The northwest wind was whistling outside the window, and the cypress trees in the courtyard made a strange sound, which made people tremble. There was frost on the glass, and it was in various shapes and colors. The room was warm, and the power of the heater was enough to make people sleepy.
Bao Shuming pushed the door open and saw Lu Yiwei sitting in front of the computer in a daze. He walked over to have a look, and his expression suddenly changed. He said, "Yiwei, you haven't written it yet?"
Lu Yiwei looked at him with his messy hair and murmured, "Secretary-General Bao, I'm afraid I can't complete it."
Bao Shuming flew into a rage. He slammed the table and angrily said, "Yiwei, it's not only you who dares to shirk your responsibility at this critical moment. Secretary Bai and I will also be implicated. I don't care. There are less than four hours until 10 o 'clock. If I don't see the script by 9 o' clock, you can explain it to Secretary Bai yourself. Humph! "After that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Lu Yiwei slammed his head on the table, feeling an unprecedented pressure. It wasn't that he didn't want to write, but he didn't know where to start. This matter could be considered big or small. If it was escalated to a political level, he would be going against the organization and openly challenging the authority. Making Zhang Bingtong lose face in front of the people of the province. Needless to say, he had the urge to kill someone.
What was wrong with him today? Usually, writing material was no problem at all, but after an entire afternoon, he still couldn't squeeze out a single word. He went into the lounge and lay on the bed. He closed his eyes and thought, but the more he thought, the more confused he became. As he thought, he jumped to other things.
Fan Chunfang called, and Lu Yiwei picked it up weakly.
"Yiwei, I made you pork ribs soup. When are you coming back?"
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't go back tonight. I still have to write the script."
Fan Chunfang was quite disappointed, but she still supported her man's work. She said, "Do you want me to send it to you later?"
"No, I can't care about it now."
"Oh, just now Lang Lang was talking to me about dad bringing him to the aquarium tomorrow. He was very happy …"
When his son was mentioned, Lu Yiwei felt extremely uncomfortable. After a long time, he said, "Tell Lang Lang that dad will bring him there tomorrow no matter how late it is."
"Go ahead with your work. If you can't do it, I will bring him there."
"It's okay. I will find time to go back."
"Okay, will you come back tonight?"
"Depends on the situation. If it's early, I will go back."
"Okay, take care of your body. Don't tire yourself out."
After hanging up, the phone naturally slipped from his ear. His empty eyes stared at the ceiling. The light was a little dazzling. His eyes seemed to have countless bugs flying around. All these years, he had neglected his family because of his work. He also had some responsibility for his relationship with Fan Chunfang to this day. But what could he do? His career was like this. Weekends were extravagant hopes for him. He worked almost 365 days a year. He did not even have time to accompany his child. Sometimes he thought about it. Why did he work so hard? Was it his future or the value of his life? If it was for his family, he did not lack money now. He could let his family live a prosperous life. If it was for his future, he seemed to have lost his original passion. Day after day, he repeated the monotonous and boring work. Even so, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.
After another round of random thoughts, his thoughts returned to the script of his speech. He felt a burning pain in his heart. What should I do? What should I do?
He sat up from the bed and paced back and forth. On the tenth round, he suddenly stopped. He seemed to have thought of something. Pork ribs soup. Yes, it was pork ribs soup!
He immediately went out and put on his coat. He called Hu Peng and rushed downstairs with his laptop. He thought the elevator was slow, so he took the stairs. When he arrived downstairs, he did not have time to greet his colleagues. He rushed to the car and opened the door. He panted and said, "Hurry, to Xijiang University."
Hu Peng judged the priority from his tone. He slammed on the accelerator and shuttled through the night like a cheetah.
When he arrived at the Xijiang University Family Quarters, Lu Yiwei looked up and saw that the lights on the third floor were on. He breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, and went upstairs.
He knocked on the door. After waiting for a long time, the door opened. Cai Runnian took off his presbyopic glasses and looked through the gap in his eyes. When he saw that it was Lu Yiwei, his face instantly bloomed with a smile. He said excitedly, "It's Yiwei. Come in. Wife, Yiwei is here. Hurry up and add a pair of chopsticks. "
Cai Runnian's wife walked out of the kitchen with an apron. She said happily, "Yiwei, you came at the right time. Your wife just made your favorite pork ribs soup. Hurry up and sit down. I'll get you some rice."
Lu Yiwei's arrival made the old couple busy in an instant. They were happier than when their son came back. In the past few years, Lu Yiwei would visit almost every festival. Even if he could not come because of something, he would find a way to send his regards. Last year, Cai Runnian was hospitalized because of a heart attack. Not only did he bear all the medical expenses, but he also took care of Cai Runnian for half a month. However, his son only came back for two days before leaving.
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