Rebirth of the courtyard, the start is 80s

Chapter 50 Come, listen to my story, it's very inspirational

After listening to Cao Zhiqiang's statement, the middle-aged policeman exchanged glances with the young policeman who was taking notes.

After seeing the young policeman nodding his head, indicating that he had written everything down, the middle-aged male policeman asked again: "So, you used to be one of them? You knew them all, right?"

"Yes!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded.

"When did you hang out with them?" the policeman asked again.

"In freshman year of high school." Cao Zhiqiang said.

"Grand one?" The middle-aged male policeman raised his eyebrows, "Since you can get into high school, you shouldn't be bad at your studies, why do you still hang out with that group of people?"

"Because..." Cao Zhiqiang was about to say his lines according to the original plan, but he caught sight of Yu Yuanyuan who was sitting on the side.

It's not that Cao Zhiqiang has any thoughts about Yuanyuan, really not.

Instead, Cao Zhiqiang suddenly remembered that he had fooled Yu Yuanyuan because he was bored before, and some of the content was different from his originally planned lines.

Now Yu Yuanyuan has not left, she is here.

If he continues to follow the original content, in case Yu Yuanyuan is a straight girl, it will be troublesome to raise objections after hearing it.

If this is the case, it is very likely that his previous efforts will fall short!
Damn, let you owe!
Thinking of this, Cao Zhiqiang lowered his eyelids, remained motionless on the surface, and his brain was running rapidly. While thinking of a new story, he temporarily changed his mind and said: "Because, because...of course it is because of love."

"What?" The middle-aged policeman was taken aback, "What the hell? Because of love?"

"That's right!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded, "The reason why I fell was very complicated, but the reason was indeed because of love."

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang sighed: "However, I don't know now whether it was considered love at the time. In short, the beginning of the matter was indeed because of a woman, or because of a failed first love."

Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhiqiang told the inspirational story he had edited.

According to Cao Zhiqiang, he was originally a child who could study well. Although he was a bit naughty, he was not bad.

However, in the first year of high school, he met a female classmate. She was so beautiful, especially those clear and beautiful eyes, which immediately poked his heart.

He wants to see her every day when he goes to school, as long as he sees her from a distance, he is very happy.

However, he didn't have the courage to confess, so he could only inquire about the other party's news.

One day, the girl left, changed schools, and never returned to school.

He was devastated, felt that the whole world was colorless, and he no longer wanted to go to school.

At that time, no one went to enlighten him, because he only had one grandmother at home, and his parents were in Nanjing at that time.

Then, because of an accident, he heard someone say bad things about his goddess, and he got into a conflict with the other party in a depressed mood, got into a fight, and injured the other party.

Because of fighting and refusing to admit his mistakes, he was expelled from the school.

After dropping out of school, he started wandering the streets all day, and then met Wei Dajun and his group by chance.

At the beginning, he fought with them, and because he couldn't fight, he joined them.

Those who experienced the same experience as him, and Jin Xiuying, who was younger than him, were all forced or tricked by Wei Dajun because they didn't know what to do or had nowhere to go.

However, after he joined the gang, he just ate, drank and played along, and then followed behind to watch the wind, not daring to do anything harmful to nature, because he was timid and couldn't do it.

He was just fooling around in the past, and he didn't know what would happen in the future, what would happen in the future, he lived in a daze every day, while accepting ridicule and contempt from the people around him.

At that time, he thought he was just like this, and he would never become a normal person again.

In this way, when he was a gangster, his grandmother left, his father left, and finally, his mother also left, leaving only a righteous sister who had no blood relationship with him.

By the way, he also has an older sister, but she went to the third line before he went to high school, so it can't help him at all.

Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang said in a low tone, lowering his head and slowly: "I still remember that the day my mother left, my memory was a little confused. It seemed that many people came, many people left, and many people said A lot of words, and it seems that nothing has been said.

I felt in a daze, and always felt that my mother was not dead, she just went away and came back after a while.

But soon, I came back to reality and knew that it was all true, and my mother died.

Then, I was in pain and sadness, and I didn't know where to go to resolve it, so I took the money and found Wei Dajun and the others, and used the condolence money that others gave my mother to eat and drink with them.

On the surface, I seemed to be nothing, but I was very happy, and said that no one would care about me in the future, and I was free.

But in fact, only I know how uncomfortable I am and what I think.

Yes, at that time, I wanted to die in the past.

Because living is uncomfortable, it is better to die, and it will be over once and for all.

After eating with those people, I found a place, put the belt of my trousers on a branch, and wanted to hang myself there.

However, it may be that I drank too much wine and failed to die a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

I vomited for a long time, I had no strength, and then lay on the ground, staring at the night sky in a daze.

I thought a lot, but I forgot what I was thinking about.

Suddenly, in the extreme discomfort, I seemed to realize it.

maybe the world is like this
Nothing will change for anyone.

I'm just a little guy on the road.

There is no amount of discomfort and pain.

No one has ever been able to tell.

In this world, I am but an insignificant speck of dust.

The world doesn't stop because of my sadness and sadness.

I have been angry, I have been sad.

I am unwilling to be cowardly and want to fight in my own way.

I thought that was right too, but who knows.

What I greeted was more ridicule and blank stares.

what can i do
I can only lower my head, look forward to the day, and accept all the ridicule and blank stares.

Only when you run against the wind can you feel that you are embracing the rainbow.

cough cough...

Well, where did this come from?

Oh, right.

In short, I realized at that time that if I continue like this, sooner or later I will become like the group of Wei Dajun, continue to sink, become a real scum and scum, and gain happiness by hurting others. to ease my pain.

Until one day, my mother left me.

I was at a loss and didn't know the way forward.

In the boundless darkness.

The light of dawn suddenly cut through the darkness, lit up my heart, and broke all my fears.

Only then did I realize that I am still young, I still have a future, I still have a younger sister, and I am different from them.

My sister is so young, she is still in primary school, and even she is doing better than me. As an adult, what can I complain about, what can I complain and give up?
What's more, my sister doesn't have any ability to make money. If I leave too, what will she do?
Could it be that he was sent to an orphanage and was adopted again?

I can't do this, I have to cheer up, I have to change my way of life!
So I no longer want to die.

So, after a night of epiphany, I got up and went home, cheered up again the next day, went to the place where my parents worked, and begged the factory manager to take me in as a worker.

Only by doing this, can I be a decent person, and still have an income to support me and my sister.

In addition, it may be a change of enlightenment. I have a lot of things in my heart, and I always have a desire to confide in them.

No one said what to do?
I just write novels, write poetry, and then contribute to magazines.

Then, they all published my article and gave me a lot of royalties.

In particular, the publication of a collection of poems has brought me both fame and fortune.

Relying on the manuscript fee for that collection of poems, I got more than 9 yuan in one jump. Adding the previous manuscript fee, I have become a household of 10 yuan.

And this is just the beginning, I will be richer in the future.

That's right, this might just be another village.

Instead of dying, I became a literati, a poet.

Since then, I no longer have to worry about money and life.

So, I want to love this world well, care about my family, and never want to go the way I used to. "

After hearing Cao Zhiqiang's provocative words, except for Yang Ping'an and the middle-aged male policeman, the other two were very moved.

Especially Yu Yuanyuan's eyes were reddened, and Cao Zhiqiang's eyes were more gentle, obviously overflowing with sympathy.

After a while, the middle-aged male policeman asked: "That is to say, you used to be with them, and then you left alone and went to work in the factory by yourself. Then, the money they robbed you is all It’s the royalties you earn for writing articles, isn’t that right?”

"That's right." Cao Zhiqiang nodded, but he was a little wary.

I didn't expect him to tell so many sensational and inspirational stories. The middle-aged policeman was not affected at all. He grasped the point so quickly and was not brainwashed at all.

Sure enough, it is a last resort for people in middle age, can't inspirational stories be fooled?
"Is there any evidence?" The middle-aged male policeman asked, "I mean, how do you prove that you made the money by writing articles?"

"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang took out a document bag that he had prepared long ago.

"Then, Comrade Police, the contents here are the replies from those magazines.

There was a remittance slip in the reply letter, but I basically took out the money, so the remittance slip is gone, but there is a payment receipt from the post office. If you go to the post office and ask, you will know that many of them know me.

In addition, there are my passbooks and a real estate certificate in it.

If you go to the bank and ask, you will know that I made an appointment with them yesterday, and I just went to raise [-] yuan today, with the purpose of buying a house and other uses.

This real estate certificate is new. It was just issued today. You can go to the Housing Management Bureau and ask to know whether it is true or not.

Of course, this only proves that I have a lot of money.

And it is also very simple to prove that I obtained the money legally.

You can call one by one according to the address of the magazine on the envelope.

But that's all small money, all added up, at best, it's only ten thousand yuan.

The source of the real big money is still a book.

In this way, when you look back, you can go directly to the capital headquarters of the Poetry Magazine, find their editor-in-chief, and ask them if they have recently published a collection of personal poems for a person named Cao Zhiqiang, and they have just given him a sum of money. A check for 6000 yuan will do. "

"6000 yuan?" The middle-aged policeman who was opening the file bag stopped his hand, and said in surprise, "How can there be so much money? It can't be that you earned it from publishing poetry books, right?"

"Of course it is, otherwise what is it?" Cao Zhiqiang said, "Besides, this is only half a month's income from my poetry collection. In the future, there will be more. Preliminary estimates, if the second batch sells well , at least another two to three million yuan.

According to the current situation, it is estimated that the second batch of books will be sold out in less than a month.

That is to say, in another month, I can earn at least another 30 to [-] yuan by relying on this book. "

"This, this..." The middle-aged policeman was stunned.

"how is this possible?

No matter how high the manuscript fee is, even if it is one hundred or even two hundred words per thousand words, one book can't earn that much, right?

Let alone a collection of poems?
A collection of poems earns nearly 10 yuan, and another 30 to [-] yuan later, I have never heard of it.

Even old Mr. Ba Jin, his book is not as profitable as you. "

"Well, the issue of remuneration is a commercial secret." Cao Zhiqiang smiled, "I signed a non-disclosure agreement with the Writer's Publishing House, so I can't talk about it. Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask them."

"We will." The middle-aged policeman nodded seriously, "However, what is the name of your poetry collection? Can you tell me?"

"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang smiled calmly, "The name of that collection of poems is "The Farthest Distance in the World."

"what?"

The middle-aged policeman hadn't said anything yet, but the young policeman who had been taking notes and hadn't spoken much couldn't help but speak out at this moment.

""The longest distance in the world"?
That book of poetry was written by you?

So, "Seeing and Not Seeing" is also written by you?
You, are you Qiangzi?Are you that poet Qiangzi? "

Cao Zhiqiang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded at the young policeman: "That's right, Qiangzi is me, and I am Qiangzi, as if it were fake."

(End of this chapter)