1980 My literary era

The little Dou Ding of Beihai Kindergarten was clearly arranged by Sister Dou Bao today.

However, under the guise of treating guests, this girl secretly collected the "admission fee" from her classmates. This was so unkind. Lin Weimin felt that he had failed in educating his daughter.

"Hand over everything!" Lin Weimin said.

Xiaodoubao was very reluctant and moved slowly, trying to pass the test by being cute, hugging Lin Weimin's legs and acting coquettishly.

"Don't do this! We agreed to treat you, but now you want someone else's things. Is this how I usually educate you?" Lin Weimin lectured with a cold face.

As a daughter's slave, he was rarely so strict with his daughter. When Xiaodou Bao saw his father, he got really angry. He didn't dare to act cute anymore and took out the glass balls from his pocket in aggrieved manner.

One handful, two handfuls, three handfuls...

Good guy, the tickets for this little girl are quite expensive, and she has the potential of a black-hearted businessman.

"You asked me to tell you what to order? What is a little girl doing playing with these things?" Lin Weimin scolded.

Xiaodoubao said with a sad face: "Dad, I am not here to play with these glass balls."

"What's that for?"

She looked at Lin Weimin and stopped talking.

This little girl also learned to hide her words.

"Be honest, or I'll tell mom."

Lin Weimin's threat was indeed effective. It is the lesser of two evils. Miss Doubao has understood this truth at a young age.

"The glass ball is very useful. With it, the little boys in the kindergarten will listen to me!"

Um?

Lao Lin looked at his daughter and his expression became serious.

Okay, you have learned to use sugar-coated bullets to corrupt your classmates at such a young age.

Facing his precocious daughter, Comrade Lao Lin didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

However, it is true that this little girl is now lawless. As punishment, Lin Weimin first confiscated her glass ball, and then vented his anger on Tao Huimin. He had to take care of this girl when he got home at night.

Early the next morning, Xiaodoubao woke up with swollen eyes. When she saw her old father who was smiling at her, she turned her little face to the side.

"snort!"

Last night, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin played a mixed doubles match, which really hurt Sister Doubao's ass. She cried for her father and mother for a long time before she realized that it was her biological father and mother who had poisoned her. She quickly called her grandma and grandma again. Grandpa and Grandpa Wan, but it is a pity that several old comrades are beyond their reach.

Xiaodou Bao's butt was beaten hard, and he cried himself to sleep in the end. When he woke up in the morning and saw the face of Lin Weimin, the culprit, how could he be happy?

But Comrade Lao Lin was very unconscious and wanted to hang out in front of his daughter and shirked his responsibility.

"How could Dad be willing to hit Bean Bao? But who made you make a mistake? Mom has already said that if you make a mistake, you have to accept punishment. It's not too late for Dad to feel sorry for Bean Bao!"

Xiaodoubao was young and could not tell the tea in his father's words. After being coaxed by him for a few words, his anger subsided a little, and he finally let Lin Weimin hug him.

After breakfast, the family packed up and drove to Shi Tiesheng's house.

The National Day holiday is supposed to be a time to go out and have fun. However, in recent years, various scenic spots have been overcrowded during the National Day holiday. What was supposed to be a relaxing and leisurely holiday has immediately become unexperienced.

Therefore, it is better to eat, party and chat with a few friends.

During the National Day holiday, friends showed up at Shi Tiesheng's house with their families in tow. It was only around nine o'clock in the morning, and Shi Tiesheng's house was already buzzing with people. It had changed from the usual deserted and quiet place, and was full of life.

"Why don't you look so good lately?" Lin Weimin asked Shi Tiesheng.

Shi Tiesheng smiled and said: "Maybe it's because I don't go out to bask in the sun too much."

After hearing what he said, Lin Weimin didn't take it seriously.

While everyone was chatting, Qu Xiaowei complained that business had not been doing well recently.

Last month, Oriental Netscape adjusted its Internet access fees. Oriental Netscape was a telecommunications company established last year with the support of Yanjing Telecom, Bank of China, Shuimu University and other units to provide Internet dial-up access services to citizens in Yanjing.

This time, based on feedback from users, Oriental Netscape has adjusted its Internet access rates: the Class A monthly fee of 300 yuan for 20 hours per month has been adjusted to 75 hours, with an average of 4 yuan per hour; a 150 yuan 25-hour usage period has an average of The price is 6 yuan per hour, and the price for exceeding the limited time is also changed from 20 yuan per hour to 10 yuan per hour.

The Class B billing system has also been adjusted based on the opinions of the majority of users. Since most users use the Internet from 19:00 in the evening to 1:00 in the next morning, the original 15 yuan per hour can no longer adapt to the market. demand, so this time it is adjusted to 12 yuan per hour.

At the same time, in order to facilitate the vast number of users to open accounts and pay fees, Netscape Oriental will also set up business counters in many shopping malls such as Yansha, Landao, Chengxiang, Xidan, etc., and 28 post offices in the city will collect fees as agents.

To sum up Eastern Netscape’s network tariff adjustment this time, the average charge for Class A has reached 5.75 yuan per hour, and the charge for Class B has reached 9 yuan per hour.

Compared with the 40 yuan/hour when the Internet dial-up access service was first launched in early 1995, the decline and speed of network tariffs today are huge.

This is of course good news for the common people, but for Qu Xiaowei, a profiteer with evil intentions, it is not so good.

The cost of Internet access is getting lower and lower, the threshold is getting lower and lower, and the business competition in Internet cafes is becoming more and more fierce. Business is not as easy as before.

"Just be content. It's not like I'm not making money now, so don't cry about poverty here." Lin Weimin teased.

Yu Hua said: "The current Internet cost has indeed dropped significantly. It was 40 yuan last year, 20 yuan last year, and less than 10 yuan this year. Do you think it can be reduced to 1 yuan in the future?"

Qu Xiaowei said disdainfully: "Is it free for you to get access to the Internet? No matter how low the price is, there must be a limit. I'm not saying this because I open an Internet cafe myself. Telecoms and operators also have costs and operating expenses, okay? ?”

Zheng Guo shook his head and said: "The cost of telecommunications will continue to decrease with the expansion of user scale. There are only hundreds of thousands of Internet users in the country now. If it expands to tens of millions, it might be possible."

"Tens of millions of users? In what year? Hasn't it only grown to hundreds of thousands in two years?"

"You can't look at it this way. The popularity of the Internet must be accelerating. Now there are hundreds of thousands of people in the past two years. It does not mean that it will be the same in the future. You should all have paid attention to the content in the newspapers in the past two years. The birth of the Internet in China alone How many computer companies are there!" Zheng Guo said.

Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo are in the Internet cafe business, and both of them are aware of the booming domestic computer market.

Qu Xiaowei said: "That's true. Computers are now cheaper. You can buy one for a few thousand yuan. However, the price is still expensive. Ordinary working-class people can barely buy one without food or drink for a year's salary. What's more, Forget about the Internet charges.”

In the years before the turn of the millennium, the Internet and computers have been one of the most reported contents in the media. As a result, many people are also very concerned about this field. Everyone chatted and thought about the impact that the Internet will have in the future. What changes has it brought to everyone’s lives?

After a while, Lin Weimin went to Shi Tiesheng's study to catch the bean buns that were rummaging through the cabinets.

"Don't make trouble for your uncle. Look at the things you turned over. Aunt Simi will have to rearrange them later."

Lin Weimin stopped Xiaodou Bao's actions and put everything she had dug out back to its original place.

Suddenly, a hospital inspection report came into view. He frowned as he looked at the contents of the report.

He couldn't understand the contents of a stack of examination reports, but he could understand the final conclusion: early uremia.

Lin Weimin came to the living room with a report in hand, "Tiesheng, what's going on?"

Shi Tiesheng was a little surprised when he saw the report, "Why did you dig this thing out?"

"The bean bag was turned over." Lin Weimin replied, and then said: "Don't interrupt me yet, why does this mean you have uremia? Wasn't it fine in the past few months?"

Shi Tiesheng's face was calm, but the people around him were not calm after hearing this. The heated atmosphere just now condensed instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Weimin, full of concern.

"For the people, what kind of uremia?"

Lin Weimin shook the list in his hand, "Ask him!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Shi Tiesheng again, and he gave a bitter smile, "Oh, I can't die. I have been in a wheelchair for so many years. These are all sequelae. I am lucky that I have not had this disease until now!"

After Shi Tiesheng finished speaking, coupled with what Lin Weimin had just said, everyone present had a rough understanding.

They eagerly came to Lin Weimin and looked at the pile of inspection reports in his hand.

After reading it, everyone was silent.

"It's not a fatal disease. With your expressions, I'm a bit stressed!" Shi Tiesheng said, pretending to be relaxed.

"Why isn't it a fatal disease? This is uremia!" Liu Haiyan looked a little sad.

Shi Tiesheng shook his head, "You only know one, but not the other. Uremia is a serious disease, but now there is a way to deal with it, and that is dialysis. Dialysis is very effective. I have experienced it."

Qu Xiaowei complained: "Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"

"What kind of big deal is this? I'm sick for more than a day or two. If I have a headache or a fever, I'm going to do all the trouble. If you don't bother me, I should be bothered myself."

Everyone's face looked gloomy, with a bit of sadness. The more he said this, the more uncomfortable everyone felt.

Fate has been hard on this optimistic and strong man for too long, and now it has dealt a heavy blow to his already unfortunate life.

If it had happened to others, he would have been weeping and looking for life. But if it had happened to Shi Tiesheng, he would have just regarded it as an ordinary thing.

In the silence, the food had been prepared over there, and the atmosphere was still dull as everyone went to the table to eat.

While eating, Lin Weimin suddenly said: "I will take you to the United States next month."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Lin Weimin, and Qu Xiaowei agreed: "Yes, the medical technology in the United States is much more advanced than that in China. Maybe we can find a way to go to the United States."

Shi Tiesheng shook his head and said: "Don't bother me. Lizhe asked me for help. There is no good solution for my illness."

Lizhe's surname was Sun, Shi Tiesheng's junior high school classmate. They both joined the ranks in Shaanxi as educated youths. Later, they were admitted to university and studied medicine. Later, he went to the United States, where he did business for several years and became somewhat wealthy.

During the Spring Festival two years ago, when everyone came to Shi Tiesheng's house to pay New Year's greetings, they all met Sun Lizhe, who also came to pay New Year's greetings.

Hearing what Shi Tiesheng said, the atmosphere at the table dropped again.

Zheng Guo sighed: "What's the point of living in this life? What's the point of our human lives?"

The meaning of living, or the meaning of life, is the ultimate human question. The expressions on everyone's faces tightened again.

Shi Tiesheng smiled and said, "Didn't you say everything? 'What' means it!"

Qu Xiaowei took over the words naturally, "So, what is that what we humans live for?"

"Yeah, just for that." Shi Tiesheng's expression was a bit narrow and he winked.

"That what" has a broad and profound semantic meaning in Chinese, and it can bring countless associations to people at once, and they are usually less positive and less positive associations.

Everyone's tense faces couldn't help but show a bit of relief when they heard this.

Lin Weimin said sternly: "There is nothing in the world, no one bothers with it. Meaning is something that we humans have created by force, just to find some nice tunes for the monotonous and boring life."

"You can't say that." Shi Tiesheng said slowly: "Life is indeed meaningless, but because of 'I', life has meaning. 'I' makes life meaningful, that is to say, 'I' and life are not The same thing, life is greater than 'I'. Existential survival without mental activity is also called life, such as a vegetative state, so life can only refer to the physical body. But what is the meaning of that pile of rotten flesh? It is obviously unrealistic. .So meaning obviously cannot be discussed apart from the flesh.”

"Why can't we talk about it apart from the body? Human thoughts can be immortal. The immortality of those great philosophers, thinkers, and artists is the meaning of life." Zheng Guo said.

Shi Tiesheng waved his hand, "You are talking about the results, but can the process of pursuing meaning be realized by the spirit alone, separated from the body?"

The topic on the table changed due to Zheng Guo's unintentional sigh, and everyone who was still immersed in Shi Tiesheng's misfortune just now fell into a discussion of grand topics.

In front of these grand propositions, personal birth, old age, illness and death, love, hate, and hatred all become insignificant and not worth mentioning.

When Shi Tiesheng was immersed in such discussions, his originally gloomy face became full of life, and he became energetic when he spoke.

For him, life and misfortune are two sides of the same coin and inseparable. Whenever he dissects them with his wise thoughts, his pain seems to be a little lighter.

You can think of this as a kind of self-anesthesia, or you can think of this as a kind of self-salvation.

Who knows?

Anyway, such iron students are still alive like weeds on the roadside.