Then my father accompanied the leader on a business trip to Beijing. At that time, his father was still a literary youth. A friend there said to him one day that he was introduced to you by Liu Zhenyun. My father said, why do you know him? His general idea at the time was that the vast north and Beijing are places where the soil is scumbags, and the places where the soil scumbags can see the people who write literature. The really fashionable place is the large area of Guangdong.
After returning to the Northeast from a business trip in Beijing, Hainan sent a telegram saying that the Hainan TV station was full and could not go.
But my father left the Northeast resolutely and resolutely. First, he went to Tianjin. On the train that was going, his father kept looking out the window. His mind was full of scenes of his father and fellow villagers seeing him farewell when he was parting. He didn't want to see him again in his life. They are too embarrassing. After my father arrived in Tianjin, he slept all night on the steps outside a Tianjin newspaper office. Then he went to Beijing to help people cook and clean the yard at a friend’s house. He submitted his resume and his novel to a newspaper office. Of course, there was no reply. In those years, there were no high-tech products such as photocopiers and typewriters, and writing was done by hand, so my father practiced good handwriting.
At that time, my father could stay in the movie theater as a projectionist. Of course, he had no face to stay in the Northeast. He had to go out. The environment in which he grew up was the time when he was advancing with cheerful steps. Every day is sunrise in the East. , A good time illuminating the earth, but after a few steps forward, his legs and feet are sluggish, which looks cheerful, but in fact it is extremely heavy.
Then my father started to learn photography, working in a small photo studio by himself, and later returned to the northeast to marry his mother.
A few days ago, my father’s friend was 49 years old on his birthday. My father has forgotten which year he celebrated his 50th birthday. One day I saw him sitting in a chair. He told me about the years in Beijing: "One day, I saw a pack of peanuts scattered in front of a store. There were some leftovers in the plastic bags, most of which were scattered on the ground. I wanted to pick them up. I wanted to eat them too much. But I was embarrassed to bend over. I was about to endure After two minutes—that’s almost as long as two hours—finally bent down, quickly drew them together, held them, and ran away. I walked into the store and made a few bends, like The spies got rid of the followers and made sure that no one was paying attention to me, so he straightened up and went back to the guest house. "For
example, when I started to live independently for the so-called ideal in Beijing, in fact, I think there is a kind of relationship between my present and my father's past. Symptom is the lack of courage to live. Father needs to find a good position in the system to dare to venture. And I must use the word ideal to plate a layer of gold to make myself courageous, but in the final analysis these are all false , Mottled marks have begun to appear in the washing of time.
My father and I are the same. When I was young, I was eager to find some kind of organizational identity to accommodate ourselves, but basically people like us can only live on our own, to win over the same people. We can’t even find criminal organizations. I used to I thought about it, but my character is not good, they don't accept me.
Man is more like his time than his father.
When I first went to a crew in Beijing, I served tea and poured water to the deputy director. Then I stood aside. The sun stung my eyes. At that time, I had been working for 8 hours without eating. I covered my eyes with my sleeves. It seems that after my father heard that “Hainan’s quota is full” that year, he also covered his eyes with his sleeves. He was 24 years old that year with a young face. Then the tears slowly flowed down, and then he ushered in the long life of his life. Thought dark night.
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