After dinner.

The colorful clouds are very beautiful today, but there is no tranquility in the courtyard, only fragmentary life.

In the house, Chen Jianjun was repairing a pen by daylight, and Chen Qi was winding a ball of wool with Yu Xiuli. The three people were very quiet because the only household appliance, the radio, was playing Yuan Kuocheng's storytelling "Lin Hai Xue Yuan".

The old gentleman hasn't talked about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" yet, all he talks about is revolutionary storytelling.

"When was his goddaughter born?"

"It seems to be 1987, there are still 8 years left. I was 27 years old at that time, so there is a big difference! Hey, her grandfather sang Xihe Dagu. If you want to make friends with her grandfather, I will accept her as my granddaughter in the future.

?”

"But speaking of it, Liu Shishi gets better and better as she gets older, especially after giving birth, she looks much better than when she was young..."

Chen Qi was tying the yarn while complaining in his mind. His thoughts jumped for decades casually, and the quantum fluctuations were yes.

After the story telling, there was another health science program, and then the daytime news was replayed: "At the end of this month, the Ministry of Culture will hold an award ceremony for outstanding films and outstanding young creators at the CPPCC Auditorium. This is the second time after 1956

Awards given in the name of the government.”

Hearing this, Yu Xiuli suddenly became energetic. She is a deep movie fan and said: "Liu Xiaoqing, there must be Liu Xiaoqing!"

"Tang Guoqiang must have it too!"

"The film works in the past two years are all good. Chen Chong and Li Xiuming are so beautiful!"

"The Chen Peisi in "Look at This Family" is also quite funny. Hey, I heard that his father is Chen Qiang?"

"No need to hear about it, that's it."

"Oh, your old Chen family is full of people!" Yu Xiuli said with a strange expression.

Chen Qi was unhappy and said, "Mom, I hurt my self-esteem."

"Oh no, no, that's not what I meant. I wasn't talking about you."

Yu Xiuli quickly changed her story, for fear of hurting her eldest son's self-esteem in selling tea.

"Is Chen Qi at home?"

There was a shout from outside, and you knew it was Aunt Wang from the voice. Aunt Wang was like an NPC, coming over from time to time to talk about the progress of the mission. She walked in and said with a smile: "Hey, the three of you are doing well. I have something to do with the boy."

"What's up?"

"It's not a big deal. I'll tell him about the situation at the tea stall."

Chen Qi followed Aunt Wang out, and when they arrived at the gate of the compound, Aunt Wang said with a sad face: "Boy, I didn't fool you. I really communicated with the plastic factory. They take it very seriously. I will give you an explanation after research."

.”

"Research?"

"Of course we have to hold a meeting to study it. Do you think you can just punish it casually? Why should we not hold a meeting to study it? Don't be impatient. Just wait for two more days."

"Okay, I'll wait a little longer, you're tired."

Aunt Wang was quite surprised, why did this boy suddenly become so easy to talk to? She even tried to persuade him: "You have to be merciful and merciful. In my opinion, I can just apologize to you in private."

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Qi hummed hahaha, sent Aunt Wang away, and went back to the house to continue winding yarn.

…………

Early in the morning.

The huge capital is still sleeping, but some people are already busy.

At the entrance of the printing factory, under the illumination of a few dim lights, batches of freshly-baked newspapers were loaded onto cars and delivered to various government agencies and newspaper sales points in the city, to counties in the suburbs, and further afield.

Send it to the post office and send it to other provinces.

One batch was delivered to a newspaper sales point in Xicheng.

Cao Yulan got up early, brought her own dry food, and went to the knitting cooperative organized by the street.

They have more than 20 young women, and their job is to hand-knit sweaters. Customers provide wool and they knit. The business is very good. They received more than 60 orders in the first few days of opening, and they are simply too busy.

Cao Yulan comes from an ordinary family, has an honest personality, does whatever the organization arranges, and has always had a positive work attitude.

At dawn, she walked to a street corner.

The newspaper sales point was already open, and the "People's Daily" and "Guangming Daily" were neatly displayed. They went to the street to read the newspapers. They usually didn't buy them, but when she glanced at them, she suddenly saw a line of big characters: ""

The road of life, how should we go?"

Um?

Cao Yulan stopped. What is the path of life? She has never thought about it.

She went over by mistake, looked at it, and said, "Here's a copy of China Youth Daily."

"Five cents!"

She took out a handkerchief, took out a banknote, handed it over, and got a newspaper.

Along the street entrance, there is a dilapidated yard, which is the workplace that the street found for them. She is the first to come every day, opens the door, and cleans, and she can earn three yuan more per month.

Cao Yulan went in, sat on a broken box, and barely looked at it in the skylight.

"I am 19 years old this year, and I should say I have just entered life... When I was a child, I heard people talk about "How Steel Was Tempered" and "Lei Feng's Diary"..."

This seems to be a letter written by a young man.

He talked about his short life experiences, including childhood, adolescence, and youth.

He said that after he returned to the city, he was assigned to a cooperative and went to sell tea at the front door. He was discriminated against and ridiculed, and felt inferior and confused in his heart. "I often wonder, what is the purpose of life?"

"A person should build his own spiritual home, which can illuminate his darkest places!"

"I still feel that life is full of sunshine!"

Cao Yulan held the newspaper in both hands, her eyes were very close, and she was reading word by word. They had never met, but what she wrote felt very familiar and connected to her, and the person who wrote the letter was so positive.

, so true, kind and beautiful, and finally said:

??????????.??????

"I hope you face the sea and the flowers bloom in spring!"

"Bataaaaah!"

Cao Yulan blinked her eyes, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and she fainted on the newspaper.

She had never thought about it, or in other words, no one had ever said this to herself, "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming!"

What do people live for?

Suddenly, her heart was hit by a soft force. She studied, worked, went to the countryside, returned to the city, and continued working again. Unknowingly, it had been twenty years... It was as if she had slept for a long time.

When I woke up, I found nothing.

"Yulan, why are you crying?"

"Who bullied you?"

At this time, another friend arrived and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little touched..."

She handed over the newspaper, and her little friend started reading it without knowing why. He raised his head after a while, his eyes were red: "Yulan, why are you reading this to me, so early in the morning..."

"What are you looking at?"

The friends arrived one after another, and fell one after another. After a while, they all looked like red-eyed rabbits.

"Really, no one has ever said anything like this to us!"

"This comrade is the same age as us!"

"Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming... It's so nice. Although we have never met, he wrote it in my heart!"

The girls nodded in unison: "Yeah! It's written in our hearts!"

…

Dongcheng.

In a cooperative with seventeen people, their job is even more boring and boring, which is to paste envelopes.

They are all young people of good age, sitting here pasting envelopes every day, which consumes more people than an assembly line factory, and is lifeless on weekdays. But today, uncharacteristically, everyone gathered together, and the focus was a newspaper.

"Hey, what do you think the meaning of life is?"

"I can't tell, I haven't thought about it."

"I don't know either, but it's definitely pointless for us to paste envelopes here."

"I agree with this comrade's view. Are they better at selling tea than us? We are still young, and we don't know what the future will bring. It is important to maintain an optimistic attitude and enrich our spiritual world."

"Why?"

One person suddenly said: "How about we write a letter to this comrade and thank him for expressing our feelings."
To be continued...