The next morning, Chen Qi skipped work again. Starting from Menkuang Hutong, he headed north along the central axis, passing the Forbidden City, Beihai, Shichahai, and ran all the way to the HD area. There were lightning and thunder again, and passers-by felt sorry for him when they saw him pedaling a 28-bar bicycle. Who would be willing to ride like this? Chen Qi snorted coldly! I stand up and pedal the bicycles that others are reluctant to ride! Not only do I stand up, I also dig my crotch! What is digging my crotch? Children ride bicycles, their calves are short, and they ride with their crotch digged. The journey is not short, about 12 kilometers in total, and you will reach Jimen Bridge on the North Third Ring Road. Beijing Film Academy and Beijing Film Studio are both in this area. This area is also a gathering place for colleges and universities. Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, Beijing Normal University, and Beijing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics are all nearby. Beyond that is Zhichun Road, hey, the place where Commander Yao fought! This is the third site of Beijing Film Studio, and it is also the most familiar one. The buildings are all in Soviet style, and there is a factory logo statue at the door - three workers, peasants and soldiers. In another 20 years, there will be a guy named Wang Baoqiang squatting here... He parked the car, walked to the message room at the door, knocked on the window, and called out: "Hello, uncle!" "Who are you looking for?" the old man asked.
"I'm here to submit an article. My home is in the south city. I think it's faster to deliver it myself, so don't bother the postman." "..." The old man took the brown paper bag and looked at it. He didn't show any expression. This kind of thing is very common. He was about to put it down, but the guy handed over half a box of cigarettes and said with a smirk: "Uncle, please smoke, please!" "Well, leave it here!" This cigarette is called Daqianmen, 32 cents a box, which was his father Chen Jianjun's private collection, and he stole it. Daqianmen is considered a mid-range cigarette. At this time, Zhonghua cigarettes are divided into large and small, Da Zhonghua 72 cents a box, and Xiao Zhonghua 62 cents a box, which are generally used for special supplies. Tianjin also has a brand called Evergrande, yes, Evergrande, also 32 cents a box. The old man was very practical, and he did things for cigarettes. He raised his hand and pulled over a small blackboard, and wrote a line of words on it: The Literature Department's "Film Creation" has submissions! "Thank you!" Chen Qi got on his bike and left, and then ran to the "China Youth Daily" newspaper office and submitted the article "The Road of Life". He didn't give it to the "People's x Daily". The "People's x Daily" might not publish such articles, but the Youth Daily would definitely publish them because they were the counterparts. The "China Youth Daily" now has a circulation of 2 million copies, making it the largest newspaper in China. In short, he was delivering manuscripts all morning, and he finished his work at almost noon. He rode back slowly along the central axis and stopped in front of the Teachers' Memorial Hall. On September 9, 1977, the memorial hall was completed and opened to the public. In his previous life, he came to Beijing for the first time in 1998, and he remembered it so clearly because it was the World Cup. At that time, he came with his family to play and visited the memorial hall. He knew the layout inside: The front hall is the teacher's seated statue, and the back hall is the crystal coffin. It seems that there are long queues here all the time. Many people are on business trips and come to the memorial hall for the first time. They look sad and wear black clothes - after all, he has only been gone for 3 years. "..." Chen Qi looked outside for a while and did not go in. Then he returned to the tea stall and apologized to everyone with a playful smile, saying that he had a stomachache and so on. No one took it seriously. He had already become famous yesterday.
There is no news from Aunt Wang. I don’t know whether it is real communication or fake communication, or whether it is still under study. Anyway, his manuscript has been submitted. ………… China Youth Daily. The newspaper was founded in 1951, suspended for a time, and resumed in 1978. It is the official newspaper of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League. The main readers are young people. The registration of the teacher’s topic is very influential. Recently, the whole newspaper is full of joy. Because they had vision and courage to find a "banned book" during the humanitarian flood, called "The Second Handshake", and shortened it to 60,000 words, serializing it every day with a quarter of the page. For a time, the book was in great demand, and people from various units were eagerly waiting for it every day. There was a long queue at the newspaper sales point, and crazy readers even broke the glass of a post office in Shanghai. This novel wrote about leaders, intellectuals, love, and overseas relations, which were taboos in that era. The author was once sentenced to death, but fortunately he was lucky. Before the execution, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee was held. Later, the novel was printed and published as a book, and sold more than 4 million copies. This record was maintained for many years. "Xiao Li, what are you holding?" "Letters from readers!" "Another sack?" "More than that!" In the editorial office, the young editor put a sack full of letters on the ground, walked out, and carried in two more sacks, panting: "I'm not going to do this anymore, I'm an editor, not a liba!" "It shows that our readers are enthusiastic!" "That's right, even the circulation of the newspaper has increased a lot." When it comes to this, everyone is very proud. Who wouldn't accept the first circulation in the country? "But "The Second Handshake" will be serialized soon. Is there any new focus?" "How about the educated youth cooperative? The hottest topic now." "You can do it, but I've read a lot of articles. They are too dry. Don't make it like government information. Everyone likes to read vivid and sincere things." "I have one here..." An old editor suddenly stood up, holding a letter in his hand, and said: "It was sent today, you can pass it around." "Let me see!" The young editor took it first and saw the title "The road of life, why is it getting narrower and narrower." "Oh, lyrical article!" He got excited. How could he dare to openly express his emotions in an era of great turmoil? So everyone has been holding it in for a long time, and finally got a chance to let it out naturally. He lets it out himself, and also likes to watch others vent it out. "I am 19 years old this year, and I should say I have just entered life, but I feel extremely tired and it seems that I have reached the end. When I was a child, I heard people talk about "How Steel Was Tempered" and "Lei Feng's Diary". Although I couldn't fully understand them, I was so excited by the heroic deeds that I couldn't sleep all night long.
I also copied Paul's famous words about the meaning of life: "When looking back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being inactive..." Gonggong neatly copied it in the diary. of the first page. After finishing the diary, I copied it into the second notebook. How much encouragement this passage gave me! Later, humanity flooded, omitting... After returning to the city, I was assigned to a street collective cooperative. Together with twelve companions, I set up a tea stall at the front door, sold tea, and began to live a life of self-reliance. I longed for truth, goodness and beauty, but I was disappointed. Social prejudice made it difficult for our small tea stall. On the first day we opened, we endured the shyness and unfamiliarity and worked hard, but we were ridiculed and ridiculed by some plastic factory employees for no reason. We sing 'Abalagu'... A girl was angry and crying, but there was nothing she could do. We actually know that what they say is true, and we also feel inferior in our hearts. We are not as good as those state-owned units, and we don’t ask for generous treatment. We are very satisfied with being able to live by working. But the pain and confusion from our hearts is increasing every day, making it unbearable for us. I often wonder, what do people live for? For a noble belief? To realize self-worth? Those seem so far away from me. Some people say that the times are moving forward, but I cannot touch its strong arms. Why does the road of life seem to be getting narrower and narrower? But I still have the strength to go on... I may not be able to tell you what the meaning of life is right now? But based on my own experience, I think it is very important to build an inner spiritual home. It can shine like the sun and illuminate the darkest places in oneself. It can be literature, painting, poetry, music, or even carpentry, tailoring, fishing, etc. As long as it is a world that is unique to us and we completely love it, it will give us strength. I have loved literature since I was a child, and it is the sunshine that shines on me. Comrade editor, I wrote this letter to you, not with the intention of getting any good medicine from you. But I am willing to let young people across the country see that I believe our hearts are connected. I hope to encourage countless young people who are confused and confused. I hope everyone can break away from the temporary adversity and face the sea with spring flowers blooming! " "..." This letter was circulated in the editorial office, and everyone sighed softly after reading it. The writing style is simple and the emotions are deep, expressing the author's homesickness, ah! It expresses the author's confusion and strength to move forward. It's written very sincerely, well, sincerely. "How about it?" "Okay, it definitely resonates." "Aren't you talking about setting up a tea stall at the front door... Hey, tell the reporter and go for the interview quickly! I want to see the newspaper tomorrow!!" (Thanks to Hua Bicheng and Yuxian Qitian, the alliance leaders...)