Street office where the wind lives

At exactly ten o'clock Beijing time, Mango Channel's Goofy Youth Love Idol Drama had just played its opening title, when the screen was suddenly cut off in the middle.

Wei Nanfeng jumped over, blocked the TV screen tightly, occupied Luan Zhou's line of sight domineeringly, snapped his fingers mysteriously, and made a movement of rubbing poker cards, and there were several extra slaps in his hand A big storybook, or a pinyin version for early childhood education...

Luan Zhou looked at his five fingers, which were twisted to the same degree as the pickled pepper and chicken claws, and the maddening look in his eyes. He was afraid that he would say in the next line: "Next, it's time to witness a miracle!"

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud from snickering with a puff.

Wei Nanfeng's black line: "Great writer, please give your imagination a break!"

Perhaps the hospital bed is a petri dish for breeding inspiration. After being hospitalized, although Luan Zhou himself was farting quickly, his writing enthusiasm, which had been dried up for a long time, suddenly revived like chicken blood!As soon as I open my eyes every day, I pick up my mobile phone and poke, post after writing, and continue writing after posting.Occasionally glance at the comments superficially, pick one or two good-looking and sweet girls to reply, don't be an unreasonable flower of Gaoling for the time being, and go down to earth to accept a little bit of earth.

Since he updated the reasoning short stories on time every day, his reading volume has been skyrocketing, and there is a new row of cute newcomers in the fan list. Among them, one with the original avatar and the id name of the mobile phone user xxxx is particularly awkward. The young little angel thought that the author was too good at Weibo when he devoted himself to writing, so he kindly sent him a private message: "Big brother, why don't you clean up the zombie fans, Zha Lang always sends inexplicable people in."

Luan Zhou always responded with a smile every time, and he didn't know whether it was "understood" or "it's none of your business". Gradually, no one mentioned this anymore. Standing firm in the formula id.

He is not so much a zombie account, but more like a fan account that Luan Zhou applied for. The entire Weibo homepage is full of likes and retweets. When Luan Zhou posts a post, the comment sofa must be him, and all the replies are the same:

Daddy, what bedtime story do you want to hear today~? (blushing and shy expression)

Luan Zhou read the comments one by one as usual, and shook his hand, almost crushing the tempered film.

"Wei Nanfeng, you are enough!"

Two-dimensional's number one brain fan broke through the dimensional wall and successfully met with the three-dimensional real body.The case has been solved, the mobile phone user xxxxx is the Weibo account that Wei Nanfeng applied for Wen Gang who is chasing Luan Zhou!

Director Xiao Wei encouraged Luan Zhou to get rid of the habit of staying up late, and recently developed a new business - the director of the sexy office reads fairy tales online.

Luan Zhou: ...

I'm so tired, please let me go.

Ever since seeing Ms. Sang Ting's shocking slap that day, Director Xiao Wei's worry has recurred, and he asked about the situation at Luan Zhou's house several times.

For example, when he was eating, he would put the meat from the fish belly into Luan Zhou's bowl with an affectionate expression on his face, and said: "When I was young, my mother and I ate fish, and she always did the same thing. Yutou also said that my mother doesn’t like tender meat. I didn’t understand until I grew up, ah—this is maternal love!” Then the conversation suddenly changed: “Little comrade, does your mother treat you like this?”

Luan Zhou has become accustomed to seeing tricks and dismissing tricks, and he is very shameless, "Oh, I don't like fish."

I work hard every day to be a qualified topic terminator.

Wei Nanfeng was not discouraged at all, and attributed all of this to the fault of the time. People's ears are the softest at three o'clock in the afternoon, and even the most stubborn people in the middle of the night can turn into monsters and lick their own wounds.It must be from time to time, the little comrade will open his heart to him one day.

So Director Xiao Wei continued his efforts and moved the time for heart-to-heart talks to before going to bed at night.

The result is the greatest contradiction in history.Between Wei Nanfeng's unshakable health-preserving sleep time and Luan Zhou's sleepiness, there was a jet lag from the United States to Russia.

In order to achieve barrier-free communication, someone must compromise. It was so worn out that Luan Zhou shook off a little bit of his childhood memories.

At that time, Ms. Sang Ting was busy with work, and she always came home very late. The other children had their parents coaxing them to tell stories. Xiao Luanzhou, who was still illiterate, could only hold a book of fairy tales and hypnotized herself. .

After hearing this, Wei Nanfeng felt sour, and immediately made up his mind to make up for the lost childhood of the little comrade little by little.

So now, Luan Zhou is listening to a bedtime story while Director Xiao Wei holds his head down. Those who don’t know it think they are doing some kind of ideological education

It was originally a touching thing, but he made it like a community to send warmth, with a unique aesthetic style of painting, and a special veteran style that even interprets fairy tales.

For example, the little match girl told us a reason - if you don't study hard, you will not be able to make a living in the society.Another example is Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs——Director Wei deduces that the water quality in their village may have problems, otherwise how could seven brothers suffer from dwarfism at the same time, which does not conform to the probability of genetic diseases.

After listening to several times, Luan Zhou couldn't stand it any longer. It was like ruining the childhood series. He wondered what would Wei Nanfeng tell him when he had a child of his own?Socialist core values?

After making up his mind and making himself laugh again, Wei Nanfeng looked at him puzzled, seemingly dissatisfied with his lack of seriousness.

In the next second, a book hit Luan Zhou's head, "Comrade, did the teacher ever tell you to concentrate on listening?"

It's over, I want to laugh even more.

The days passed quietly with gags day by day, the incision on Luan Zhou's abdomen began to scab, and it would be a waste of national resources to stay in the hospital any longer.The police station did not find clues about Wu Mian for a long time, and they all began to suspect that the original guess was just an oolong, and finally charged the crown prince with 15 days of ideological education on the charge of "intentionally hurting others". will be released soon.

The things that need to be solved in the office are like dominoes, pushed one by one without breathing, Luan Zhou became a convulsive spinning top on the first day back to work.

Fortunately, I ate the long-lost roast duck for lunch, and the little comrade felt that he could persevere. Thinking about what to eat after get off work every day is the source of motivation for the day, and he is also a veteran foodie.

……

The chirping cicadas did not survive this summer, and died collectively in the cool wind of early autumn. There are empty shells lying quietly everywhere on the treetops. It is the only moment in their life that can be called beautiful.

"It's getting cold..."

This year's summer ended extraordinarily early, and it was a bit chilly in August. Luan Zhou walked out of the entrance of the building, and went back very timidly to put on a coat.

I don't know if it's because of the sudden change of weather. The air pressure in the office is surprisingly low today. The employees who usually jump up and down like monkeys are all buried in front of the case, one by one, as if they want to drown themselves in the pile of documents.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding came to Luan Zhou's heart, he tightened his coat quickly and warned himself not to think too much.

However, a quarter of an hour later, the mobile phone memo reminder and the landline on the table rang at the same time, and this uneasy feeling was instantly maximized.

"Hello, Wuyi Road Sub-district Office is here to serve you wholeheartedly." Wei Nanfeng's voice was a little hoarse.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the receiver, and after that, there was a long silence, maybe only 1 minute, but Luan Zhou felt as long as a century.

"Understood, I'll go over right now." By the time Wei Nanfeng put down the phone, his palms were already in cold sweat.

The reminder of the memo will pop up by itself every few minutes. Today is the day of the square dance competition.

"Luan Zhou," Wei Nanfeng seldom calls him by his real name, because it seems too unfamiliar, but when necessary, it has an irresistible force, just like Liu Bei's "Kong Ming" before Tuogu in Baidi City , just two words, but it carries half a lifetime of hard work.

Those who should come will always come, "Captain Nie from the police force called just now," Wei Nanfeng paused, and when he looked up again, the confusion in his eyes had disappeared, and he continued,

"Grandma Huo was found dead at home this morning."

At that moment, Luan Zhou heard a bang, something was broken, and all the worries from all over the world, all the longings from all corners of the world turned into a morning bell that hit his heart heavily.

It turned out that the fate had already been answered in the dark, and on the hospital side, it became a farewell.

Why!Why didn't you force her to see a doctor?Why didn't I go to see her again after leaving the hospital!Why before she stood on stage!Why is it today...why...

Luan Zhou wanted to shout, to vent hysterically, to cut through the fog in front of him to find the truth, but in the end, all his unwillingness and anger melted into Wei Nanfeng's firm and deep eyes.

Yes, there are not so many reasons to talk about in this world. Not everything that happens can be asked why.The man in front of him is the saddest, but he can't even express his sadness. He must restrain all his emotions in the shortest possible time and stand as the backbone of the Wuyi Road Office. Who asks why?

At this moment, a thought broke out in Luan Zhou's heart, he wanted to hug him.

A hug that belongs to friends without any charm, because he ran too fast, the scattered debris on the table knocked over the ground, Luan Zhou didn't care about it, just rushed over without thinking, He hugged Wei Nanfeng tightly, his heart beating like a drum.

Wei Nanfeng caught him in a hurry, stunned for a moment, and then, Luan Zhou felt a pair of arms firmly hug him back, and patted his back with generous palms.

"Little comrade, I'll take a look at Grandma Huo. You stay and watch the place and wait for me to come back."

"No, let's go together!"

"Alas~", a soft sigh came from next to my ear, followed by Wei Nanfeng's warm voice as usual:

"it is good."

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