After dinner. The colorful clouds are very beautiful today, but there is no peace and quiet in the courtyard. It is full of fragmented life. In the room, Chen Jianjun was repairing a pen by daylight, and Chen Qi was winding a ball of wool with Yu Xiuli. The three people were very quiet because the only household appliance, the radio, was playing Yuan Kuocheng's storytelling "Lin Hai Xue Yuan". The old gentleman hasn't talked about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" yet. What he's talking about is revolutionary storytelling. "When was his goddaughter born?" "It seems to be 1987, there are still 8 years left. I was 27 years old at that time, so there is a big difference! Hey, her grandfather sang Xihe Dagu. If you want to make friends with her grandfather, I will accept her as my granddaughter in the future. ?” "But speaking of it, Liu Shishi gets better and better as she gets older, especially after giving birth. She looks much better than when she was young..." Chen Qi was twisting the yarn while complaining in his mind, his thoughts jumping around for decades, and the quantum fluctuations were yes. After the storytelling, there was another health science program, and then the daytime news was replayed: "At the end of this month, the Ministry of Culture will hold an award ceremony for outstanding films and outstanding young creators at the CPPCC Auditorium. This is the second time after 1956 Awards given in the name of the government.” Hearing this, Yu Xiuli suddenly became energetic. She is a deep movie fan and said: "Liu Xiaoqing, there must be Liu Xiaoqing!"
"Tang Guoqiang must have it too!" "The films produced in the past two years are all good. Chen Chong and Li Xiuming are so beautiful!" "The Chen Peisi in "Look at This Family" is also quite funny. Hey, I heard that his father is Chen Qiang?" "No need to hear about it, that's all." "Hey, you old Chen family are full of people!" Yu Xiuli said in a strange way. Chen Qi was unhappy and said, "Mom, I hurt my self-esteem." "Oh no, no, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean you." Yu Xiuli quickly changed her story, for fear of hurting her eldest son's self-esteem in selling tea. "Is Chen Qi at home?" There was a shout from outside, and you knew it was Aunt Wang from the voice. Aunt Wang was like an NPC, coming over from time to time to talk about the progress of the mission. She walked in and said with a smile: "Hey, the three of you are doing well. I have something to do with the boy." "What's up?" "It's not a big deal. I'll tell him about the situation at the tea stall." Chen Qi followed Aunt Wang out, and when they arrived at the gate of the compound, Aunt Wang said with a bitter look on her face: "Boy, I didn't fool you. I really communicated with the plastic factory. They take it very seriously. I will give you an explanation after research." ” "Research?" "Of course we have to hold a meeting to study it. Do you think you can just punish it casually? Why can't we hold a meeting to study it? Don't be impatient. Just wait for two more days." "Okay, I'll wait a little longer, you're tired." Aunt Wang was quite surprised, why did this boy suddenly become so easy to talk to? She even tried to persuade him: "You have to be merciful and merciful. In my opinion, I can just apologize to you in private." "Uh-huh!" Chen Qi hummed hahaha, sent Aunt Wang away, and went back to the house to continue winding yarn.
………… Early in the morning. The huge capital city is still sleeping, but some people are already busy. At the entrance of the printing plant, under the illumination of a few dim lights, batches of freshly-baked newspapers were loaded onto cars and delivered to various government agencies and newspaper sales points in the city, to counties in the suburbs, and further afield. Send it to the post office and send it to other provinces. One batch was delivered to a newspaper selling point in Xicheng. Cao Yulan got up early, brought her own dry food, and went to the weaving cooperative organized by the street. They have more than 20 young women, and their job is to hand-knit sweaters. Customers provide wool and they knit. Business is very good. We received more than 60 orders in the first few days of opening, and we are simply too busy. Cao Yulan comes from an ordinary family, has an honest personality, does whatever the organization arranges, and has always had a positive work attitude. At dawn, she walked to a street corner. The newspaper sales point was already open, and the "People's Newspaper" and "Guangming Newspaper" were neatly displayed. They all went to the street to read newspapers. They usually didn't buy them, but when she glanced at them, she suddenly saw a line of big characters: "" The road of life, how should I go?" Um? Cao Yulan stopped, what is the path of life? I haven't thought about it. She went over by mistake, looked at it, and said, "Bring me a copy of China Youth Daily." "Five cents!" She took out a handkerchief, took out a banknote, handed it over, and got a newspaper. Further along the street, there is a dilapidated yard, which is the workplace that the street found for them. She is the first to come every day, opens the door, and cleans. She can earn three yuan more per month. Cao Yulan went in, sat on a broken box, and barely looked at it in the skylight. "I am 19 years old this year, and I should say I have just entered life... When I was a child, I heard people talk about "How Steel Was Tempered" and "Lei Feng's Diary"..." This seems to be a letter written by a young man. He talked about his short life experiences, including childhood, adolescence, and youth. He said that after he returned to the city, he was assigned to a cooperative and went to sell tea at the front door. He was discriminated against and ridiculed, and felt inferior and confused in his heart. "I often wonder, what is the purpose of life?" "A person should build his own spiritual home, which can illuminate his darkest places!" "I still feel that life is full of sunshine!" Cao Yulan held the newspaper in her hands, her eyes very close, reading word by word. They had never met, but what she wrote felt very familiar and connected to her, and the person who wrote the letter was so positive and uplifting. , so true, kind and beautiful, and finally said: "I hope you face the sea and the flowers bloom in spring!" "Bataaaaah!" Cao Yulan blinked, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and she fainted on the newspaper. She had never thought about it, or rather, no one had ever said this to herself, "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming!"
What do people live for? Suddenly, her heart was hit by a soft force. She studied, worked, went to the countryside, returned to the city, and continued working again. Unknowingly, it had been twenty years... It was as if she had slept for a long time. When I woke up, I found nothing. "Yulan, why are you crying?" "Who bullied you?" At this time, another friend arrived and asked with concern. "I'm fine, just a little touched..." She handed over the newspaper, and her little friend started reading it without knowing why. He raised his head after a while, his eyes were red: "Yu Lan, why are you reading this to me, so early in the morning..." "What are you looking at?" The friends arrived one after another, and fell one after another. After a while, they all looked like red-eyed rabbits. "Really, no one has ever said anything like that to us!" "This comrade is the same age as us!" "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming... It's so nice. Although we have never met, he wrote it in my heart!" The girls nodded in unison: "Yeah! It's written in our hearts!" … East City. In a cooperative with 17 people, their job is even more boring and boring, which is to paste envelopes. They are all young people of good age. Sitting here pasting envelopes every day is more consuming than an assembly line factory, and it is also lifeless on weekdays. But today, uncharacteristically, everyone gathered together and the focus was a newspaper. "Hey, what do you think the meaning of life is?" "I can't tell, I haven't thought about it." "I don't know either, but it's definitely pointless for us to paste envelopes here." "I agree with this comrade's view. Are they better at selling tea than us? We are still young, and we don't know what the future will bring. It is important to maintain an optimistic attitude and enrich our spiritual world." "Why?" One person suddenly said: "How about we write a letter to this comrade and thank him for expressing our feelings." "Okay, okay, that's a good idea!" "Get the pen quickly!" … The China Youth Daily is a broadsheet that must be read by government agencies every day. In the office of a small unit in Haidian, a young man was silent after reading the newspaper and the interview script. After a long time, he spread out the letter paper and couldn't help but pick up the pen and write:
"Hello, Comrade Chen Qi: I read your news in the newspaper and I was deeply moved. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my choice. When I have the opportunity to succeed my parents, I don’t have the courage like you..." "I heard that your cooperative is near the front door. I really wanted to visit you, but I was afraid that I would be reckless, so I wrote this letter to the newspaper first, hoping that you could read it. If there is a chance, we can meet and talk freely. There must be many common topics. looking forward to your reply! " … Dahua Radio Instrument Factory, Beijing. Zheng Yuanjie is 24 years old this year. She relied on her skills in repairing aircraft in the army. After being discharged from the army, she was assigned here. Her daily job is to adjust the water pump: one water pump and two buttons. Press green to turn on the water at work; press red to turn off the water after get off work. 40 yuan a month. He met someone in the factory and he really liked the girl. However, the girl looked down on his elementary school diploma and wanted him to go to college and become a cultural person. Zheng Yuanjie thought about it carefully and felt that taking the college entrance examination was a self-inflicted humiliation. Zheng Yuanjie felt that she was not an educated person and that she even had no right to choose a spouse, so she thought about how she could become an educated person without relying on a diploma. There is only one answer, writing! At this moment, he was also looking at today's China Youth Daily and reading this article. Although he was not interested in the lyricism in it, he was equally deeply touched by the description of confusion and confusion. Every generation has its own confusions, and they all resonate. Chen Qi! Zheng Yuanjie remembered the name and continued to fish, writing his own fairy tale "Heihei on Honesty Island". … Anhui, Gaohe Town. In Gaohe Middle School, 15-year-old Zha Haisheng suddenly shivered and felt that his luck had been taken away for no reason. He shook his head and continued reading to prepare for the college entrance examination in July. That's right, he was about to take the college entrance examination at the age of 15 and was admitted to the law department of Peking University. … China Youth Daily has a nationwide circulation of 2 million, with Beijing and its surrounding areas being the main market. On this day, at least hundreds of thousands of people saw this letter and the interview. Everyone has been suppressed for too long and is in urgent need of a breakthrough. Although this breakthrough is only a little open now, they are still enthusiastic, circulating, discussing, and even actively seeking for it. It is like a sweet piece of bread that attracts hungry people. I don’t know how many people took up pens to write letters to newspapers, writing their opinions about life, and eagerly hoped that this author of the same age would respond. Except for the second plastic factory. The leader of the No. 2 Plastics Factory was also holding a newspaper, and his face was already green!
(Thanks to Gao Yangzi for his cuteness, no more...)