Rebirth started from educated youth in 1977

Chapter 101 The Serious Man Who Writes a Diary

Swish, [-] or [-] hours, Nan Yi thought and wrote, almost half a book.

When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, he put down the pen, shook his slightly sore right hand, stood in front of the windowsill and lit a cigarette to let his mind clear.

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

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

Although Nan Yi's writing is very scattered, and it is estimated that he may not be able to understand all the Martian texts he wrote in a few days, he is still reluctant to leave only a few words that he wants to keep secret.

Carry the trash can to the bathroom, grab a handful of ash, wrap it in toilet paper, put it in your pocket, and flush the rest down the toilet.

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

"July 1980, 7, the thirteenth day of the fifth lunar month
The thought of being able to enter the workforce and make a modest contribution to the country with less than a year left makes me very emotional.

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

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

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

I decided to stop eating lunch and dinner except for the breakfast that I had already eaten in my stomach, save the money and food stamps, and gradually accumulate the small amount 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 Kamido's office, said hello, and left the club.

The bicycle was riding fast, and it didn't take long for it to come to South Street. After stopping the bicycle on the street, carrying a stack of lunch boxes, I went to Liuquanju to pack lotus agar-agar, hot waist flowers, and a lotus seed.

While waiting for the dishes, Nan Yi was not in vain, and worked with the waiter in vain, "My grandmother has suffered all her life, and today is her [-]th birthday, I will serve you three good dishes, so that she can also enjoy the food.

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

Back at the old bungalow, it was already 07:30 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 court one: 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 09:30.

Then study, wash, sleep, Nan Yi is destined to be an ordinary day in the extraordinary years, so he is sent far away by sleep.

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"Send you to the outside of the small village. I have something to explain. Although the flowers are already in bloom, you should not pick the wildflowers on the roadside."

Nan Yi hummed "Don't Pick Wild Flowers on the Road", cut radishes in his hand, and listened to "Go West" played by the tape recorder in his ears.

This song is sung by the villagers band, but compared to their other songs, this song is not too popular.However, it was later sung by the pet shop boy and became a hit, and then became a special song for the German World Cup.

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

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

"Go West, Young Man!"

Nanyi shouted again in English in a New York accent, and this time the taste was much better.

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

When we arrived at the office door, it was only 07:30, 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, Nan Yi walked to the front desk, took out his time card from the wall hanging on the wall, put it into the punch card machine, squeak, the time card was eaten by the punch card machine, sizzle, puff, attendance The card was spit 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 a superior, and I am a subordinate." Nan Yi bowed slightly to Shangto Yami, "Assistant Shangdo, good morning."

"Hay!"

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

"Nan Sang, I don't know the price of the Plus, but I know that the price of the Apple II is between 26 yen and 52 yen, and the price has dropped compared to last year."

"Understood, when you go back to Tokyo, buy two, one for you and one for me. Both must be equipped with a floppy drive, and the memory will be expanded to 48KB, so buy more floppy disks.

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

"Hay."

After speaking, the two entered their own offices.

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

When the body and mind became cool, Nan Yi sat down on his seat, leaned down, and took out a shoebox from under the table.

Open the shoe box, grab an infusion tube, a pair of scissors, a pencil sharpener, and a few glass balls, open the drawer again, and take out a pencil and a sketchbook.

Sharpen the pencil to a suitable sharpness, and Nan Yi draws it on the paper.

After 15 minutes, I tore it, tore off a page, rolled it up in my hand and threw it aside, and then drew it again...Tear it, draw it, tear it...

After tearing off five sheets in a row, Nan Yi gave up, and his painting level remained at the correct level of the kindergarten class.

"Forget it, I won't draw the sketch, just start working."

Nan Yi refused to admit defeat and took the infusion tube, cut, cut, twisted, turned, pulled... throw it away!

Click, click on a loneliness.

"Hey, I still don't have the talent to do delicate handwork. If it wasn't for money, I probably wouldn't have learned to make sweaters and straw mats."

Looking depressedly at the messy infusion tubes he cut on the table, Nan Yi felt a little anxious...

(End of this chapter)