Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Swish, swish, for two or three hours, Nan Yi wrote while thinking, and almost wrote half of the notebook.

When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, he put down his pen, shook his slightly sore right hand, stood in front of the window sill and lit a cigarette, letting his mind go blank.

Then I went back to my seat, read through what I had written, corrected what I thought was unreasonable, read through again, then tore up the workbook, set it on fire, and watched it burn up in the trash can made of tin do.

Writing, Nanyi is to help thinking and sorting out; burning, is to keep secret and ensure that it will not be leaked.

Although the content Nan Yi wrote was very scattered, and the content he wrote might not be able to understand all of the Martian text in a few days, but he was still unwilling to leave a few words that he wanted to keep secret.

Carry the trash can to the bathroom, grab a handful of ashes, wrap them in toilet paper, put them in your pocket, and pour the rest into the toilet to flush away.

Back in my office, I took out another workbook from the drawer, picked up a pen and wrote a diary on it.

"July 25, 1980, the thirteenth day of the fifth lunar month

I was very excited when I thought that I could enter a job and make a modest contribution to the country with less than a year left.

Although, I don't know what position I will be in in the future. But no matter what the position is, it can't change my original intention of working conscientiously.

Even if I am just a sanitation worker or a manure collector in the future, I am willing to work in my position for the rest of my life to shine and contribute my strength to the Four Modernizations.

In addition, I read the newspaper this morning and learned that many people in Africa are starving and trapped in dire straits. This makes me very worried, and I wish I could share weal and woe with them.

I decided not to eat two meals at lunch or dinner except for the breakfast I had already eaten in my stomach. I saved my money and food stamps and slowly accumulated them to help the African people in the future...

Long live the great unity of the peoples of the world! "

After writing the diary, Nan Yi walked out of the office, went to Masami Ueto's office to say hello, and left the club.

The bicycle was riding fast, and it didn't take long to arrive at South Street, parked the bicycle on the side of the street, took a stack of lunch boxes, and went to Liuquanju to pack lotus jelly, hot kidney, and a lotus seed.

While waiting for the food, Nanyi didn't fail, and even worked in vain with the waiter, "My grandma has suffered all her life, and today is her birthday, so I will serve you three delicious dishes so that she can enjoy her food too.

Alas, it's all my fault for being a grandson, I earn too little, otherwise I would have to get a table..."

Back at the old bungalow, it was already 7:30 in the evening. Nanyi opened a bottle of beer, sat on the coal stove and stewed rice, turned on the TV, and watched all parts of the motherland at 9:30 on the imperial court: underground, 19:50 Hygiene and health: medical food, dry up a bottle of beer, and then dry up a few taels of rice.

Putting the pots and pans aside first, Nan Yi lay comfortably on the sofa, watching a Chinese-translated film "The Pigeon", and the clock on the wall lazily went to half past nine.

Then study, wash, and sleep, Nanyi is destined to be an ordinary day in the extraordinary years, just like this is sent far away by sleep.

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"Send you to the outside of the small village, I have something to say, even though the flowers are already in bloom, you don't pick the wild flowers on the roadside."

Nanyi was humming "Don't Pick Wild Flowers by the Roadside", cutting radishes in his hands, and listening to "Go West" played by the radio in his ears.

This song is sung by the Village Band, but compared to their other songs, this song is not too popular. However, it was later sung by the Pet Shop Boys and became popular, and then became the special song for the World Cup in Germany.

After cutting the radish, Nan Yi clenched his fist and shouted, "Go west, young man!"

After shouting, Nan Yi was not very satisfied. He always felt that he didn't have the provocative flavor of Horace Greeley.

"Go West, Young Man!"

Nanyi yelled again in English with a New York accent, and this time the taste was much more correct.

Nodding in satisfaction, Nanyi scraped the radish into a bowl, brought the lead pot and bowl into the living room, finished breakfast with radish and fermented bean curd, and hurried to work.

When we arrived at the office door, it was only half past seven, but the lock on the office door had already been removed. It seemed that Masami Uedo came here earlier than Nanyi.

Pushing open the glass door, Nanyi walked to the front desk, took out his attendance card from the wall hanging, stuffed it into the time card machine, squeak, the time card was eaten by the time card machine, sizzling, puff, attendance The card was spat out again.

Nan Yi picked up the time card, looked at the number "07:31" on it, and immediately inserted the time card back into the wall hanging.

"Nan Sang, good morning."

"Yami, don't be so polite next time. Remember, you are the superior and I am the subordinate." Nan Yi bowed slightly to Masami Ueto, "Assistant Ueto, good morning."

"Hay!"

"Yami, do you know how much an Apple IIPlus sells for in Tokyo now?"

"Nan-san, I don't know the price of Plus, but I know that the price of Apple II is between 260,000 yen and 520,000 yen, and the price has dropped compared to last year."

"Understood, when you go back to Tokyo, buy two sets, one for you to use, one for me to use, both need to be equipped with a floppy drive, and the memory is expanded to 48KB, buy more floppy disks.

By the way, and if Shinichi Hatoyama arrives at the office after ten o'clock today, you will order me to teach him a lesson. "

"Hay."

After speaking, the two went into their own offices.

Today's weather is a bit hot, Nan Yi walked into the office, went to the window, turned on the window air conditioner, pinched the collar of his shirt, shook it off a few times, and blew it on the air vent.

After his body and mind became cool, Nan Yi sat in his seat, bent down, and took out a shoe box from under the table.

He opened the shoe box and took out an infusion tube, a pair of scissors, a pencil sharpener, and a few glass balls, opened the drawer, and took out a pencil and a sketchbook.

Sharpen the pencil to a suitable point, and Nan Yi starts to draw on the paper.

Fifteen minutes later, I tore, tore off a page, rolled it up in my hand and threw it aside, and then drew again...Tear, draw, tear...

After tearing up five pictures in a row, Nan Yi gave up. His painting level was still at the correct level of the kindergarten class. His most brilliant work was the original "Monkey King", and he didn't make any progress after that.

"Forget it, I won't draw the sketches, just get started."

Unwilling to admit defeat, Nanyi took the infusion tube, cut, dissected, twisted, turned, pulled... and threw it away!

Pat, click on a lonely one.

"Well, I really don't have the talent to do delicate handicrafts. If it wasn't for the money, I probably wouldn't have learned how to make sweaters and straw mats."

Depressedly looking at the messy infusion tubes he had cut on the table, Nan Yi felt a little anxious...