Early the next morning, Chen Qi skipped work again.
Starting from Menzhang Hutong, we went north along the central axis, passing the Forbidden City, Beihai, Shichahai, and finally reached the HD area. There was thunder and lightning again, and passersby felt distressed when they saw him pedaling on the 28th big bar. Whose bicycle would be willing to do this?
ride?
Chen Qi snorted coldly! I stood up and pedaled the car that others couldn’t bear to part with!
Not only do I stand up, I also dig my crotch!
What is crotch-picking? Children ride bicycles, and people with short calves should ride with crotch-picking.
The distance is not close, about 12 kilometers in total, and you reach Jimen Bridge on the North Third Ring Road, where Nortel and Beijing Film Studio are located. This area is also a gathering place for universities, including Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, Beijing Normal University, and Beihang University. Beyond it is Zhichun
Here we go, eh, 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 staying here...
He parked the car, walked to the reception room at the door, knocked on the window, and called: "Hello, uncle!"
"Who are you looking for?" the old man asked.
"I'm here to submit an article. My home is in Nancheng. I think it can be faster if I deliver it myself, so don't bother the postman."
"..."
The old man took the brown paper bag and looked at it with no expression. This kind of thing is very common. He was just about to put it down, but the boy handed over half a box of cigarettes and said with a playful smile: "Uncle, you smoke, please excuse me!"
"Well, leave it alone!"
This cigarette is called Daqianmen, and it costs 3 cents per box. It was his father Chen Jianjun’s private collection and was stolen by him.
Daqianmen is considered a mid-range cigarette. At this time, Chinese cigarettes are divided into different sizes. Big China cigarettes cost 7 cents per box and Little China cigarettes cost 6 cents per box. They are generally used for special supply. There is also a brand in Tianjin called Evergrande. Yes, Evergrande.
, also 3 cents per box.
The old man is very economical and uses cigarettes to do errands.
He raised his hand and pulled over a small blackboard, and wrote a line of words on his head: There are submissions for the "Film Creation" of the Literature Department!
"Thank you!"
Chen Qi jumped into the car and dodged people, and then ran to the "China Youth Daily" newspaper office and submitted the article "The Road of Life". He did not submit it to the "People's Daily", and the "People's Daily" may not publish this kind of article
The article will definitely be published in Youth Daily because it is relevant.
"China Youth Daily" currently has a circulation of 2 million copies, making it the largest circulation newspaper in China.
In short, he spent the whole morning delivering manuscripts, and he finished at almost noon. He slowly rode back along the central axis and stopped in front of the Faculty Memorial Hall.
On September 9, 1977, the memorial hall was completed and opened to the public.
He came to Beijing for the first time in his previous life in 1998, and he remembers it so clearly because it coincided with the World Cup. At that time, he came with his family and visited the memorial hall. He knew the layout inside:
In the front hall is the seated statue of the teacher, and in the back hall is the crystal coffin.
There seems to be a long queue here all the time. Many people come to the memorial hall for the first time on business trips. They look sad and wear black clothes - after all, he has only been away for three years.
"..."
Chen Qi looked outside for a while but 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, but no one took him seriously. He had already become famous yesterday.
There is no news from Aunt Wang. I don’t know whether it is a real communication or a fake communication, or whether it is still being studied. Anyway, his manuscript has been submitted.
…………
China Youth Daily.
The newspaper was founded in 1951, was suspended for a time, and resumed publication in 1978. It is the organ of the Communist Youth League Central Committee, with young people as its main readers, and the registration of topics given by teachers is very influential.
The whole newspaper has been filled with joy recently.
Because they had the vision and courage to find a "banned book" called "The Second Handshake" during the flood of humanity, they reduced it to 60,000 words and serialized it in a quarter of a page every day.
For a time, paper was so expensive in Luoyang that people from various units eagerly waited for it every day. There were long queues at newspaper sales points, and crazy readers even broke the glass of a post office in Shanghai.
This novel writes about leaders, intellectuals, love, and overseas relations. It was taboo in that era. The author was once sentenced to death. Fortunately, he was lucky. Before the execution, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was held.
Later, the novel was published as a book and sold more than 4 million copies, a record that stood for many years.
"Xiao Li, what did you get?"
"Letters from readers!"
"Another sack?"
"More than that!"
In the editorial office, the young editor put a sack full of letters on the ground, wiped himself out, and brought in two more sacks. He panted and said, "I don't want to do this anymore. I am the editor, not Liba!"
“It shows that our readers are enthusiastic!”
"That's right, even the circulation of newspapers has increased a lot."
When it comes to this, everyone is very proud. Who can be dissatisfied with the number one 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."
"It can be done, but I have read many articles that are too dry. Don't make them look like government materials. People like to read vivid and sincere things."
"I have one here..."
An old editor suddenly stood up, holding a letter in his hand, and said: "I sent it today, please circulate it."
"Let me see!"
The young editor took it first and took a look at the title "The road of life, why does it get narrower and narrower".
"Yo, lyrical essay!"
He got excited. How could he dare to openly express his emotions in an age of great turmoil? So everyone held it in for a long time, and finally got a chance to let it out. They vented themselves, and also liked to watch others vent.
"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 still couldn't fully understand them, the heroic deeds were so exciting 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 my diary.
The first page of.
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 have a longing for truth, goodness and beauty, but I am 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 workers in the plastic factory for no reason, saying that we were blind immigrants and came from prison.
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 are increasing every day, making it unbearable for us.
I often wonder, what is the purpose of life?
For lofty beliefs? 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 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 yourself.
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, it is the sunshine that shines on me.
Comrade editor, I wrote this letter to you, not because I intend to get any good medicine from you. But I want to let the young people across the country see it. I believe that our hearts are connected.
I hope to encourage countless young people who are confused and confused, and hope that 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 emotion is deep. It expresses the author's homesickness, ah! It expresses the author's confused state of mind and the power to move forward.
The writing is very sincere, well, sincere.
"How about it?"
"Okay, it will definitely resonate."
"Aren't you talking about setting up a tea stall at the front door... Hey, tell the reporter and hurry up and do the interview! I want to see the newspaper tomorrow!!"
(Thanks to Hua Biju, the leader of Yuxian Qitian...)
Chapter completed!