There is another award on the wall of Liu Lang's house, this award certificate is the same as the previous life, but the photo that has not been washed out is different from the previous life, in this life, the photo is Liu Lang and Hong Yu, in Liu Lang's heart, this is the "love photo" of the two.

The following days returned to calm, but Liu Lang usually saw that the newspaper was no longer available recently.

In his previous life, Liu Lang had to go online every day to obtain a lot of information, and in this era, information is very closed, Liu Lang's mind is like a snail sealed in a jar, which makes him too painful, so he can only get some information by reading some real-time newspapers every day, but in this era, even if you read a newspaper every day, it is not an easy thing, individuals will not order newspapers, only state-owned enterprises have, but the newspapers of state-owned enterprises are "state-owned assets", and it is necessary to take "state-owned assets" back to personal homes. of course, this kind of thing is not a big deal, but once someone wants to report it, that small punishment is inevitable.

Fortunately, the doorman of Liu Lang's father's factory had a very good relationship with Liu Lang's father, and few people would read those newspapers when they were placed in the doorman, so the doorman secretly left the expired newspapers for Liu Lang's father, and was secretly taken home after work.

"The old man who was the janitor retired a few days ago, and the factory found a new doorman, about twenty years old, very energetic, but unfortunately he is a disabled person, I am not familiar with him, so I didn't dare to ask for it, son, you wait first, and then I will get you the newspaper when I am familiar with this person." ”

Liu Lang's father explained to his son.

"Dad, I'll go with you when I go to work tomorrow, it's not far anyway, I'll go inside to see, and save others from making irresponsible comments." ”

Liu Lang's father's work unit is very close to home, less than 50 meters out of the alley, Liu Lang is now gradually growing up, in addition to being too small, life can basically take care of himself, and there are no such people as human traffickers in this era, there is absolutely no problem with safety.

"Well, that's .........!"

Liu Lang's father nodded.

The next day, Liu Lang's father took his son to work together, and when he entered the factory, he took Liu Lang to the doorman.

Liu Lang's father's factory is a large factory that produces bearings, there are more than 300 workers, workers go to work on time at eight o'clock every day, the door of the factory will be locked after eight o'clock, only at noon break and at night when the end of work will be opened, there is a small gatehouse next to the door, the door is written "mailroom" three words.

There is the only telephone in the "mailroom", and the doorman in it has many "rights", receiving newspapers, answering the phone, part-time security guards, etc., it seems that the rights are great, but the doorman's work salary is the lowest, only sixteen or seventeen yuan per month, which is basically twice as bad as the worker, so the doorman is generally an old worker who is about to retire and has no ability to work.

"Brother Liu is early!"

There was a man about twenty-two or three years old sitting inside, and he saw Liu Lang's father who pushed the door in and said hello.

"Xiao Li, this is my son, no one at home is watching today, let him stay with you for half a day. ”

"Watching the kids?"

The young man looked at Liu Lang, who was less than a meter tall, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Uncle Li, you don't have to worry about me, I'll just read the newspaper, and I'll go home when I'm done. ”

Liu Lang said.

"Huh?"

The young man looked surprised.

"Brother Liu, your son doesn't seem to be two years old!"

The other party asked.

"Less than two years old. ”

"How well can you speak so well before you are two years old?"

"Hehe, my son has been a good talker since he was a child, and he is very sensible, you don't have to worry about him, he went home after reading the newspaper by himself. ”

"Okay, okay, then he's here with me!"

The other party nodded, and after Liu Lang's father finished speaking, he got on the car and entered the factory and started the day's work.

The new doorman was named Li Tie, who was white and clean, and his body looked very strong, but his left leg was amputated below the knee and he could only walk on crutches.

"Uncle Li, I'm just here to read the newspaper, you're busy with yours!"

Liu Lang found a bench and put it in a corner, then took down a stack of newspapers from the table and read it.

This mailroom is not large, but there are two rooms, inside and outside, the inner room has a fire kang on which the salute is placed, and the outer room has a stove and a table with a few notebooks and a telephone on the table.

This Li Tie was a little introverted, and he didn't say anything, just stood at the door and watched the workers at work, and when it was eight o'clock, an electric bell rang at the door, and he closed the door with crutches, and then locked it firmly with an iron chain.

When he returned to the house, he first took the kettle to the water room more than 100 meters away to fetch water, and when he came back, he made a cup of hot water, and then cleaned up the whole house, and even the dust on the stove was swept away.

Li Tie sat down at the table after cleaning, and Liu Lang sat aside for a while to finish reading yesterday's newspaper, and today's newspaper had not yet arrived, so he picked up the newspaper he had left a few days ago.

"Kid, can you read these newspapers?"

Li Tie, who was idle on the side, suddenly asked.

"Understand!"

Liu Lang replied.

"It seems that your father is also a cultural person, and a cultural person is good! Even children can know how to read! Unlike me, a rough man!"

Li Tie sighed.

"Uncle Li, you are also very young, why don't you study?

"Hehe, go to college? I'm just a cripple, how can I get into college? Can the school want me?"

Li Tie shook his head.

"It's the brain that learns, there are many people in this world who are not disabled, you look at this report, isn't it just people like you?"

Liu Lang handed a newspaper to Li Tie.

Li Tie took the newspaper, and there was a blurry photo in the newspaper, a recent photo of a woman in a wheelchair, this woman did not look very old, it seemed that she was only twenty-five or sixteen years old.

Her name was ......... Sea...... What?"

Li Tie looked at the newspaper, but he couldn't even read the other party's name.

This newspaper advertised a person named Heidi, who had been severely disabled since he was a child, but later taught himself acupuncture and moxibustion to see people for free, and cured many people, and later taught himself elementary and high school courses, and now he is still learning English and German, and after the reform and opening up, he began to write again, and spent more than two years writing a novel, which is to inspire those with disabilities to be indignant and become a useful person to society and the country.

Liu Lang knew that this person known as "Sister Heidi", a severely paralyzed disabled person who was self-taught by her perseverance, and her deeds in her previous life almost influenced a generation, obviously, her road to national fame began in this era.

Liu Lang told Li Tie about this person's deeds, and Li Tie only shook his head lightly after listening to it.

"Alas, it's different, it's different, I don't know a single word until now, and it's useless to learn no matter how much I learn. ”

"Uncle Li, I'm only a little over a year old now, how long can I study? But don't I also read books and newspapers now? Now that the state attaches importance to intellectuals, as long as I have knowledge, I can contribute to the country in the future!"

"Hmph, yes, they all attach importance to intellectuals, why doesn't the country pay attention to those who have really contributed to the country?"

Hearing Liu Lang's words, Li Tie suddenly stood up, with a trace of anger on his face.