腊月里,一过小年,转眼就是春节。纳尔特旗的新任书记巴拉斯打算走马上任了,可是他的副手怎么还没有任命呢?巴拉斯决定去找盟委书记。当他来到盟委第一书记的办公室时,不想他的老战友——盟委书记却没有一点着急的样子。他慢悠悠地瞥了巴拉斯一眼,脸上浮现出笑纹纹。未曾开言,先给老巴递过一支烟去。老巴用手一挡说:“戒了。” In the twelfth lunar month, once a small year, the twinkling of an eye is the Spring Festival. Nalte’s newly appointed secretary, Barras, plans to take office, but how his deputy has not yet been appointed? Paras decided to go to the commissioner. When he came to the office of the First Secretary of the Commission, he did not want his old comrade-in-chief to be a bit anxious. He glanced gently at Paras a glance, his face showing a smile pattern. Has not spoken, give a pass to the old Pakistani cigarette. The old bus with a hand block said: “quit.”