"Shangqing Qionggong jade talisman, is the Taiji Shanggong four real people, by the way of the Taishang, when the heart must be sincerely cleaned, the bath to remove the five tired, the dust of filth and filth, the incorrectness of Du **, the eyes of the six essences, contemplation of the jade truth, the cigarette room, the lonely room, the accumulation of tired, and the soul of the protection, as if the five gods, the three palaces, the empty competition in the perennial, the silence to understand the person, the god of the six armor does not exceed the year and descends. If the son can refine this way, he will break the coupon and ascend to the immortal. Those who believe and follow are spiritual, and those who do not believe will be lost. The way of the Shangqing Liujia Void Reflection, the person who should be the most refined and true, can do it, do it quickly, and lead to the descent and the aura is easy to occur. Cultivate diligently for a long time, sit and die, live forever and see for a long time, change everything, and cook and pawn. ”

Recently, He Zhiyuan will copy a piece of "Lingfei Jing" by Zhong Shaojing in the Tang Dynasty every night before going to bed. This time there has been a gap of 17 years since the last copying of the Lingfei Sutra.

When he fell in love with Gui Ying, the two of them were relaxed, He Zhiyuan had a gap after finishing class and homework at school, or when he was idle after finishing housework after going home, he took out paper and pen and slowly copied it. At that time, there was no mobile phone, people's hearts were very quiet, and after copying for a few years, he saved some skills, and the leaders often thought of him when the school needed to write calligraphy. However, recently, the copying has not been smooth, the strokes are very rough, and the deconstruction is unstable, which is far less than seventeen years ago. Speaking of tonight's photo alone, there are a total of 200 words, and less than 20 words have been successfully copied. Maybe it's because I haven't observed and studied the handwriting of the "Lingfei Sutra" for a long time, maybe it's because the brush hasn't been used for more than ten years, it's as rough as a broom, maybe it's because I'm not in a good state, absent-minded, and irritable.

Before the ink dried, Zhiyuan directly crumpled up the words that took nearly two hours to finish and threw them into the trash. He sat on the shabby bed, his hands on the peeling table, and wondered why.

In the morning, He Zhiyuan ordered his favorite mapo tofu, and the young man who delivered the meal handed him the lunch box was already more than one o'clock at noon, and he opened the plastic bag and was about to eat it in a big gulp, but the chair left by the resident in the small house was unstable, and he was afraid of falling, so he sat on a plastic stool left by the resident who did not know which one. He Zhiyuan, who had been hungry for most of the day, was holding a cheap plastic box in his left hand and disposable chopsticks in his right hand.

In between chewing rice, he sat on a ten-centimeter-high plastic green flower stool, and through the shoddy iron rods and dirty and narrow windows of the rental house, he could not see the white clouds, could not wait for the fresh breeze, and all he could see was the gloomy and gloomy peasant house, and the peasant house was still outside the peasant house. The cries of children in the opposite building were as clear as in front of them, and the broken windows of the two buildings were less than a meter apart, and dozens of greasy network cables hung in between.

He couldn't eat it anymore, so he simply threw away all the boxed lunches that were full of color and flavor.

I don't know when his basic requirements for eating are not only limited to the quality of the food, but also sturdy and beautiful tableware, as well as tables, chairs and benches for dining, wide and bright windows, clean and smooth walls, and fresh and unobstructed air......

Between him and himself, there are many mountains. Vague and extended, it seems to be close, but in fact it is far away.

threw away the lunch box, He Zhiyuan lay on the bed in a daze, from one o'clock in the afternoon to four o'clock in the afternoon, until his father-in-law called him to pick up Yangyang, he washed his hair and bathed, changed clothes and shoes, and went to pick up his daughter. The meal he had with his daughter in the evening was the most appetizing and the most poignant he had since he left home.

"Dad, where have you been", "Dad, where are you sleeping", "Dad, why don't you come back", "Dad, don't you like grandpa", "Dad, when are you going home", "Dad, are you still picking me up from school tomorrow", "Dad, can you tell me a story at night", "Dad, why don't you and your mother come home", ...... Yang Yang opened his mouth and closed his mouth and kept asking, and every question was asked like a pinprick. He loved her so much, but he couldn't answer her questions.

Why didn't he go home?

He Zhiyuan asked himself.

He's negotiating with himself.

After thinking for a long time, he answered.

He wants to find a job, and he's waiting for his own move; He wants to be the same teacher again, and he is waiting for his consent and support; He felt too stressed to return to society after many years of laziness, so he waited for himself to make a decision and take the first step...... He has many, many ideas – practical or unrealistic, stupid or feasible, naïve or possible...... He's waiting for his choice.

He Zhiyuan couldn't mobilize himself thoroughly, so he was waiting, waiting for a powerful self to appear.

This period of time away from home is not easy, even very painful - the torment of age, the torment of self-confidence, the torment of perseverance, the torment of the future or the second half of life...... He didn't do anything, but he sat on pins and needles. The brain has countless thoughts every day, but the reason gives itself a failing grade, how to describe the lack of confidence of this middle-aged person? After all, he is not a young man in his early twenties who has just entered society, who is so ambitious that he has no skills, who goes home to gnaw at the old when he can't find a job, and who really can't find a rich man to marry or take a daughter-in-law to have a baby.

Gui Ying is so busy every day, he envies her. He envies all those who have a job to be busy, a career to strive for, a mission to fulfill, and a dream to pursue. As for him, he has too many ideas, but he lacks a heart to pursue.

Life is no longer brisk, nor is it so smooth or simple. He Zhiyuan thought that he could still write the same "Lingfei Sutra" as before, but his wrist was stiff and too violent, either his hands were shaking or he was squeezing, skimming, and bending too heavily.

He thought he was okay, but in fact he was far behind. He Zhiyuan was gambling with himself, but he didn't dare to take out the things he gambled on. Before the fear of losing his family, he feared that he would lose himself first.

Do you want to write again? Forget it.

What's next? Calm down.

"Heavy is light roots, quiet is restless. It is a gentleman who does not leave the baggage all day long, although there is a view of glory, and the swallow is transcendent. But the Lord of all vehicles, and despise the world? If it is light, it will lose its roots, and if it is rash, it will lose its king. ”

He Zhiyuan turned out the Tao Te Ching, intending to recite this chapter seventeen times, and then fell asleep.

"Heavy is light roots, quiet is restless. It is a gentleman who does not leave the baggage all day long, although there is a view of glory, and the swallow is transcendent. But the Lord of all vehicles, and despise the world? If it is light, it will lose its roots, and if it is rash, it will lose its king. ”

"Heavy is light roots, quiet is restless. It is a gentleman who does not leave the baggage all day long, although there is a view of glory, and the swallow is transcendent. But the Lord of All Vehicles ......"

He memorized it every night, flipping through a chapter casually, or looking for a chapter that could calm his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't memorize it to the seventeenth time in one night. Distracting thoughts poured into his brain like boiling water, disturbing a heart that he had never used twice. During this time in the rental house, he never fell asleep before 3 a.m.

Even if I meditate alone in a small and dark grotto for three years, three months and three days, I still have a messy heart and I can't resist my desires when I leave the grotto.

"Sister Xing'er, what's wrong with you? I was stunned! At about ten o'clock in the evening, Kong Ping came into the store with a few more fruits, and after cutting them, he took them out on a plate and put them on the table in front of the store.

Bao Xiaoxing remembered that his son had returned to the farmer's market, and wondered if his son would adapt, whether he would be afraid, and how he would get along with Zhong Li, and at the same time deeply blamed himself for not having the ability to let his son live a carefree life.

"There's no one in the store right now, let's eat some fruit!" Kong Ping handed the two petals of dragon fruit to Bao Xiaoxing.

Hyosung excused herself, Kong Ping was hard stuffed, so she took it. When Brother Dou came over to eat together, she ate together.

After eating the fruit, the three of them ate melon seeds together, chatting while snorting, Dou Dongqing always looked at the door of the store, always waiting for the guests to come. Kong Ping has been a little distracted lately, and his eyes are always revolving around Hyosung. Hyosung misses Meimei and feels sorry for his studies, and when he is busy, he is busy and busy, and when he is free, his belly is full of children. At half past ten, when it was time for Hyosung to get off work, she was packing her things to leave, when suddenly Kong Ping also quickly packed up her things and came over to talk.

"Sister Xing'er, do you want me to send you?" Kong Ping, who has a round head and a round brain, smiled extremely brightly, revealing three points of handsomeness and three points of brightness in the splendor.

Hyosung picked up his bag and just finished saying hello to Holly, when he turned around and saw Kong Ping talking to her, he hurriedly shook his head: "No! No! ”

"It's November, it's getting dark early, and the business in the store is not as busy as in summer, are you going back in the middle of the night alone, aren't you afraid of accidents on the road?"

"Humph! This is Shenzhen! Hyosung smiled coldly, his smile filled with surprise.

"I've moved to a place in the village in Beitou, and I just happened to be on the way with you!" Kong Ping lied.

"I rode back, and when I got out of the village, I got to the bicycle and left first, it was too late, and it took time to walk." Hyosung evasion.

"Nacheng, let's find you a car together!" Kong Ping cheekily followed Bao Xiaoxing to find the car.

After finding the car, he saw Hyosung leave, and Kong Ping returned to the Malatang shop. How could he move, living on the roof of his cousin's shop every night, not to save money, but to show Holly the store.

When Kong Ping stepped into the door of the store, Dou Dongqing glanced at his cousin meaningfully, shook his head helplessly, and smiled.

Since giving birth to this thought, Kong has been thinking about it every day. Hyosung has a house, a family and children in Shenzhen, but what about himself? Nothing. If you want Sister Xing'er to be interesting to him, you must have your own serious things to do. Continuing to stay in my cousin's shop to mess around, hide and heal his emotional injuries is not a long-term solution. Time is running out, and if you want to get the woman you like, you first need to gain a foothold in Shenzhen.

At this time, Kong Ping is no longer the previous Kong Ping.

Kong Ping didn't tell his cousin about his feelings for Hyosung, he knew that his cousin had already seen the eyebrows coming, and he also knew his cousin's attitude. After closing the store tonight, he plans to tell his cousin that he has decided on a big idea that he has been thinking about for a long time - to open a hardware store in Shenzhen. The layout doesn't need to be too big, the location doesn't need to be too good, as long as my cousin sponsors a little start-up fee, plus his original savings, and then borrows a little from relatives at home, the idea of opening a hardware store is not ethereal. Doing the hardware business is the only thing he can do and achieve a little bit since he was a child, and Kong Ping regards this as his business. If there is a store, slowly calculate, carefully operate, and strive to accumulate customers, sooner or later it will take root in Shenzhen. At that time, if you open your mouth to Hyosung again, the ending will definitely not be too bad.

The only problem is to be fast, the soldiers are fast, don't wait for Hyosung to move before he speaks, isn't it too late? If you miss the lover in front of you, I am afraid that you will regret it for life. The impetuous Kong Ping has unconsciously begun to look for shops to open in the surrounding area recently.

In the evening, Ma Guiying invited five account managers to dinner, and after the meal, she sent two people back to the hotel from afar, and it was already half past ten after sending them off. Today is an important day for Zheng Xiaoshan's surgery, and she couldn't get over it, so she rushed to the hospital in the city center from Nanshan at 11 o'clock in the evening. After the operation, Zheng Xiaoshan was still under anesthesia, and when Lao Zheng saw Gui Ying coming, he explained the results of today's operation in a few words.

"The surgery was not very successful, the trauma was repaired, and the retina could not be repaired. The doctor said that the right eye can be sensitive, and he can see things later...... I'm afraid I won't be ......" Lao Zheng ticked and talked a lot, and the depression on his face was bottomless.

Gui Ying didn't know how to answer, so she sat on the edge of Xiao Zheng's bed with Lao Zheng, sitting dryly, and taking a breath here, resting, and quiet. After a day of running in the exhibition hall today, my calves and feet were swollen early, my knees felt a little stiff due to excessive wear, my clothes were wet with sweat several times, my voice was hoarse, my phone was hot from phone calls, I had stomach cramps from drinking alcohol, and my face was sore from laughing...... It's good to sit here quietly at the moment.

"Xiaoshan's family is not easy, he raises his daughter-in-law and baby alone, and there is an old lady on it!" Lao Zheng opened his mouth without a match.

"Oh? I haven't heard of it, but I only know his wife and children. Gui Ying replied.

"It's not a kiss! His father originally married one and gave birth to him, but his own mother left when she was confined. Later, he married the current one, who is a few years older than his father. ”

"Now the hill is raised...... Is he a stepmother? ”

"Oh yes! The old lady is a good person, kind-hearted, believes in Buddhism, and recites scriptures in the house every day. Hard-working man, married three times! All three old men are dead! People call her Kefu. ”

"Oh!"

"Fortunately, that person is good to Xiaoshan, after his father left, the mother-in-law farmed the land alone to feed Xiaoshan, and after raising it to high school, it was not easy for the people in the village to look at it."

"That'...... Doesn't she have any other children? Gui Ying asked.

"Yes! People don't want her anymore! When her parents and children bought a house in a big city, they thought she didn't pay for it, and then her son gave birth to a baby, and called her to go into the city to take the child, she said that Xiaoshan had no one to raise, and she offended that side! The daughter-in-law there also thought she was old and dirty, and the old woman went to the city a few times, but the two of them didn't want to see her! It's almost seventy now, and you know how big the hill is—more than twenty! That mother-in-law is more than ten years older than Xiaoshan's father! Odd! The relationship between the two is fine, but it's a pity that his father died after an accident! ”

"Oh!" Gui Ying sighed lightly.

"It's better now. Xiaoshan's daughter-in-law is working outside, Xiaoshan and his baby are brought to his mother, the old woman is seventy years old, and her body is very neat, and there is no problem with the baby. I called that day and said that something had happened to Xiaoshan, and the old woman was crying so much, ......" Lao Zheng shook his head.

After listening to Lao Zheng for a while, he finally didn't speak, and it was too late, Lao Zheng yawned frequently, so Gui Ying propped up his weak body and said goodbye to Lao Zheng. drove all the way back, fighting hard spirits, and when I got home, the whole person had already collapsed. Without removing makeup or undressing, the woman fell on the bed panting, hoping to fall asleep for three seconds, but she couldn't sleep at all.

Each person is a thread – a thread of destiny that runs through the lives of countless individuals, weaving themselves and others into a big net. By extension, the world seems so fortuitous that it is like a hill being smashed by a headlight. The Creator randomly sprinkled the earth with a handful of various seeds, gave it all kinds of conditions to grow, and then sat back and watched it grow into what it looked like. Perhaps, human beings are the creator of an experiment with the theme of chance and necessity, and the results of the experiment are both expected and unexpected. Thinking about her accidental acquaintance with Xiaoshan, and the indirect acquaintance with Xiaoshan's wife, son, and stepmother, Gui Ying believes that fate looks more like an accidental collision, and no one can influence anything.

Lao Ma talked about the first day of development, Gui Ying must have been busy, waited for her to come back last night, and waited until half past eleven and didn't see anyone, the old man who was napping patted his leg and thought about it, and went back to his room to sleep. As soon as he woke up this morning, Lao Ma put on his coat, didn't have time to wash his face, brush his teeth, change his vest, smoke and wake up, tear up the yellow calendar, wear long pants and a belt, comb his gray hair, and quietly went out to buy breakfast with a cloth bag after getting up, just to save Gui Ying some time to rest and relax.

After going out, the old man forgot to change his shoes, and strode along the way with his slippers, where can he take care of the glorious image of his old village chief. A black jacket with a white vest, blue sports shorts on the lower body, a pair of black slippers underneath, a red cloth bag wrapped around his hand, white hair fluttering in the wind, and the open jacket has no time to zip up...... Who would have imagined that Comrade Ma Jianguo, who has been self-righteous for 70 years, loves face, pays attention to external image, and dresses closely to keep up with the latest fashion in the county, will one day be so hasty?

Pinching the time, forty minutes back and forth, the old man crept back with a large bag of breakfast, and when he got home, the vest in his jacket was already wet. After opening the door, the boy got up, and Gui Ying hadn't woken up yet. Lao Ma took the dishes, plates, and chopsticks, and carefully arranged the breakfast into four portions as Gui Ying did yesterday. After being busy, the buns, porridge, and fried noodles on the table are still hot.

"Oh my God! What's going on today? More grand than yesterday? After brushing his teeth, he came out to take a look, stopped suddenly, and exclaimed.

"Don't shout, your mother sleeps! She didn't sleep all night before, I don't know what time I came back last night, it's another thing to sleep or not, you eat yours silently, and leave quickly after eating! The old horse frowned and whispered.

"Whew—so direct! When did my mother's status in your heart rise to such a high level? Grandpa, don't worry, I'm very interesting, I will flash people immediately after eating, and it will definitely not hinder your eyes! Tsai finished his mouth in a whisper, and then picked his favorite food in the hearty breakfast on a large table. After eating, he really left without saying a word, and he didn't say hello, leaving only a grimace and a smile.

The old horse was amused by the grimace of the boy, and after laughing, he let out a long sigh, lit the hookah, and waited for Gui Ying. When it was almost seven o'clock, Gui Ying woke up, and when she saw a table of breakfast, she was very surprised, and she couldn't believe it, and her white eyes lit up for several minutes.

"What time did you come back last night?"

"Hurry up."

"When did you fall asleep?"

"I don't know! Huh! I've had insomnia for a long time in the past few years, and I have an experience that is, don't look at your watch if you have insomnia! I couldn't sleep even more when I looked at my watch. As long as you don't look at your watch, no matter what time you fall asleep, you still feel like you're sleeping well! Gui Ying said while eating, and after speaking, a middle-aged man's helplessness laughed from his nose.

The more Gui Ying didn't care, the more distressed Lao Ma became, and he was speechless for a while, as if he had rarely lost sleep in the past seventy years. In this way, his life is easier than Gui Ying's, simple, and manageable.

"Oh yes, yesterday the customer gave a lot of gifts, I put it on the corner coffee table, you like you keep it, you want to give it to someone to pick a few pieces to give away, things are good, give people not off the price!" After Gui Ying finished speaking, she stuffed half a bun into her mouth, and then got up and left. Hurriedly showered, put on makeup, and left before eight o'clock.

Lao Ma waited for her to leave, and his heart fell steadily, so he began to make up the table, asked Yangyang to get up, ate with Yangyang, and then sent Yangyang to school.

"How did you sleep last night? Are you dreaming? At about six o'clock in the morning, after Bao Xiaoxing picked up his son at the gate of the market, he took his son's hand and chatted with him.

"Hmm."

"What did you dream about?" Hyosung asked with a smile.

"Uh...... I forgot! Zhong Xuecheng licked his lips and coquettishly.

"It's okay! Do you remember what you ate last night? ”

"Hmm...... Remember. Dumplings, fried buns, broad beans, quail eggs...... That's a lot! The child snapped his fingers to show off.

"Did you eat with Grandpa?" Hyosung inquired.

"Hmm."

"Two people, huh? Your grandfather prepared so much! Look how much grandpa hurts you! ”

"Hey...... the child grabbed his mother's hand and jumped proudly.

"It's good to sleep with grandpa during this time, isn't it?"

"Hmm."

"When you go to middle school and live in college, you leave Guangdong like a sister, then grandpa won't have a chance to live with you! Grandpa loves you so much, he treats you 10,000 times better than his sister! During the time you lived in Fuchun Community, Grandpa was worried about you and called you every day to ask you! Now that I've lived in the past, it's just so that you can spend more time with your grandfather over there. Grandpa likes to stay with you when he's old. ”

"Hmm." The child nodded solemnly, as if in promise.

After breakfast, the mother and son rushed to school hand in hand.

At half past eight, when Ma Guiying went to the news center to sign in, Wang Fuyi unexpectedly appeared. said that today he invited an exhibitor to visit his company and factory, by the way, to talk about cooperation, invite people to eat, and visit Shenzhen, but he carried two things in both hands, one to eat and one to drink, all of which were brought to Gui Ying. Gui Ying couldn't shirk it, took something to express her gratitude, and then hurriedly took the three account managers to participate in one of today's biggest forums. In order to ensure the quality and height of this forum, Lao Qian who attended the forum always required the salesmen to attend the meeting.

At nine o'clock, the forum officially opened. After the host warmed up with a smile, Lao Qian always came to the stage with a stack of manuscript paper.

"The topic of today's forum is about security technology, but I would like to take this opportunity to talk about our media business. When I say media, I mean media in the field of public safety. Old people may know that the earliest use of large newspapers in our Anke industry to exchange information and publish advertisements was open. At the beginning, I sold a newspaper for two yuan, and it was densely packed with famous companies in the industry, product introductions, and various transaction prices. Look at you! As soon as I said this, Lao Guan laughed! Lao Guan had already published an entire page of advertisements in my big newspaper! ”

Mr. Qian pointed to Mr. Guan who was attending the meeting, smiled meaningfully on his fat and greasy face, and then held the microphone and continued: "What about this, probably ...... It's 1997. Since the beginning of the new millennium, magazines have become popular in society. Our team of 20 people planned to start a magazine, but I didn't expect the prospect of the magazine to be very good - very profitable! Not only the people in the Anke industry, but also some laymen in large enterprises and teachers from science and technology schools who study safety technology are also subscribing, and after three or five years of hard work, our Nan'an Media magazine has been recognized by the society at once, and the scale of the company has doubled and doubled. When the media of a subdivided industry is developed, it shows that the subdivided industry is gradually getting bigger and the market is getting better. At that time, there were so many people who asked me to advertise and inquire about my opponents! ”

When Mr. Qian said this, he deliberately naughtily pointed to a few bosses in the audience, and suddenly a burst of laughter broke out in the venue, and the laughter was followed by a long applause.

"The past ten years of magazine scenery are also the golden period for the development of the Anke industry. Later, the exhibition rose, we began to do exhibitions, and the Anke industry also needed such a professional, grand, display or competition technology platform. The development of the exhibition until today, it seems to be more suitable for the publicity needs of enterprises. Twenty years ago, we brought magazines to exhibitions, and twenty years later, we brought magazines to exhibitions. Ay...... It's a pity, and to be honest, in the past five years, our magazine "China 1 Security Technology" has been losing money. This time, the loss of the magazine no longer means the decline of the industry, but the carrier of information transmission and bearing has changed! Unexpected! As an old man in the industry, I never thought that the magazine that was once so beautiful would suddenly be depressed! In 2004, the monthly subscription volume of our magazine exceeded 1 million, a single monthly magazine was not enough for us to open two copies in a month, one magazine was not enough for us to open a few smaller areas and open five magazines at the same time, and the manpower of the editorial department increased again and again in the past ten years! Oops......"

The old man, who had experienced several ups and downs, suddenly took off his glasses, pinched his eye sockets, and then put on his glasses and continued to speak, babbling speechlessly when he spoke.

The venue of hundreds of people was silent for a moment. After the silence, a flood of applause erupted.

Mr. Qian sighed, swallowed his saliva, took a blank piece of paper from the side, held the white paper and continued: "At the beginning of 2005, domestic newspapers began to decline. Our four-open newspaper was free for more than a year, but it was overwhelmed and ceased publication. In 2008, the wave of newspaper closures began, and the next two years intensified, and for the next five or six years, more than a dozen newspapers and periodicals each year ushered in the end - those are the popular print media that are well-known throughout the country! Even some major mainstream and official newspapers have not been spared from the wave of closures and closures. Oriental Morning Post, Beijing Times, Xinbao, Morning Post Weekly, Today's Morning Post, Shanghai One Weekly, The Bund Pictorial, Metropolis Weekly, Jiujiang Morning Post, One Reading, Fashion Bride, Bazaar Art, ...... In the context of the recession of the entire paper media industry, in the past ten years, the news of newspapers and magazines has never stopped. ”

Lao Qian took off his glasses, put the blank paper far away, and continued to read: "Since the end of 2017 alone, the official print media that have announced the suspension or suspension of publication include but are not limited to: "Global Military", "Beijing Morning Post", "Beijing Entertainment News", "Bohai Morning Post", "Fan Daily", "100 Days of Holiday", "Caifeng Daily", "Chutian Jinbao", "Chongqing Morning News, Yongchuan Reader", "Ganxi Evening News", "Dabie Mountain Morning Magazine", "Xuancheng Daily, Wannan Morning Magazine", "Xiaoxiang Morning News, Morning Post Weekly", Shantou Special Economic Zone Evening News, Shantou Metropolis Daily, Taizhou Business Daily, Wuxi Business Daily, Xiliang Evening News, Baiyin Evening News, Western Development News, Beibu Gulf Morning News, Shanghai Translation Daily, ...... You can go to the World Wide Books and Periodicals website, and there are more than 2,000 kinds of magazines marked as discontinued. These two thousand magazines have led the times and witnessed the times. ”

Looking at the hundreds of people in the dark, Lao Qian was stunned for a moment, and continued to read the speech he personally wrote the night before: "The wave of suspension of publications first appeared abroad. On October 30, 2008, Yomiuri Weekly, a subsidiary of the Yomiuri Shimbun, one of Japan's largest daily newspapers, announced that it would suspend publication due to a sharp drop in circulation, and the predecessor of the magazine was Yomiuri Monthly, which was founded in 1943 and changed to Yomiuri Weekly in 1952. Who can imagine that a journal founded in World War II, survived the Soviet-American Cold War, pluralistic thought, and rapid economic development, but did not survive the tide of science and technology after the new millennium. ”

After a pause, Mr. Qian continued: "A few years ago, the Beijing Times published a "To Readers: We Just Turn Around - We Will Not Leave" Suspension Speech, which wrote that 'Tomorrow, "Beijing Times" will become the first metropolitan newspaper in Beijing to stop printing in print version, and the comprehensive transformation of new media will have the same unique significance as the establishment fifteen years ago', and there is another sentence that I read with special feelings, and even very sad, and the words of the suspension of publication are written like this - 'The tide of change is mighty, follow the trend, and transform as soon as possible, It's a wise move'. "Global Military" wrote in its discontinued words, "The Rose Without Flowers": "She has gloriously completed her historical mission, resolutely obeyed the overall situation of the 22nd Revolution, and fixed the gorgeous back" and "Memory is a rose without flowers, which will never fall", and it also wrote in a traditional way: "Move your fingers, the way of reading changes, and the wonderful remains the same." ”

After reading it, Lao Qian always put down the manuscript paper, put on his glasses, looked at the familiar faces below, and said emotionally: "To be honest, in the past few years, whenever our magazine can't hold on, I often read the words of the suspension of these popular newspapers and periodicals over and over again - transformation or staying, this is a question. As someone who has a deep affection for print media and has spent nearly half of my life in it, I am personally obsessed with it. I don't think the 10,000 electronic copies of "The Golden Plum Bottle" are as good as the original hand-drawn book and the paper version of "The Golden Plum Bottle" placed at the bedside. ”

The thoughts of the hundreds of people below had already been taken away by Mr. Qian's deep speech, and after hearing the last sentence, the men laughed embarrassedly, leaning forward and backwards, and the laughter was loose and lasting. After the laughter, Lao Qian always continued.

"At the beginning of the 2000 years, the salary of media practitioners was relatively high in various fields, and in 2005, the average monthly salary of a reporter was 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Twenty years on, the wages of media workers have not risen, but have fallen. For a professional content producer, the news is desperate. What better way to give feedback on the rise or fall of an industry than employee salaries? In recent years, whether it is entertainment, sports, news, regional genre or other audiences, various subdivisions or authoritative print media have become a thing of the past. Our Medium · · The magazine "National Security Science and Technology" won the whole industry, but lost to the general trend. ”

"The media is an overhead industry, it is like a lookout glass, collecting information and selling information! It does not produce products, but it produces useful information. Right now? The media is deconstructed! People's cognitive level is accelerating, and the source of news dissemination is diversified, personalized, and personalized. Survival pushes us forward, even if we are an old, stubborn generation! It's not that media professionals can't accept new ways of communication, we are just grieving for the print media that has had a huge impact over the past few centuries! Or that the paper media people are silently mourning for the passing of the paper media era! You must know that the first paper medium of mankind is the Bible, the Five Ox Diagrams, and the Thousand Character Texts printed on paper! And what was the predecessor of the paper medium? It's a fresco, it's a church, it's a stone monument! ”

Removed the microphone and let out a long sigh. Mr. Qian quickly adjusted his attitude, turned his face and said happily: "The Internet and intelligent terminals have disintegrated the paper media, they are the enemies of the paper media, and they are also the next stop for the development of the paper media. Paper media is going to be outdated, the way of communication is going to change, but Nan'an Media Group has not changed, no matter when, no matter what kind of face Nan'an Group will become in the future, what kind of business will be focused on, we will not forget that we were a magazine! And always be proud that we were a magazine! As for the suspension of publication - "Medium·· I have thought about the suspension of the magazine "National Security Science and Technology" a lot, and I have always been reluctant to stop. We will continue to work with the theme of "Medium... National Security Science and Technology" produces electronic journals, however, in the future, paper journals will no longer be printed! In other words, the exhibition journal is our paper version of "Zhong··· The last issue of National Security Science and Technology! It is true that the company still has to be opened, the business has to be done, the content has to be produced, and the money has to be earned! However, we at Nan'an Media Group will not mail paper magazines to you in the future! Uh......"

With a long sigh and a long bow, when Lao Qian raised his head again, he only said one sentence: "This is what I want to talk about today." He then handed the microphone to the moderator, and the forum moved on to the predetermined topic.

After sitting in the first row of the audience, Mr. Qian listened to the speeches of the college professors above, and squinted at the people around him, before and after. People's minds quickly shifted from his out-of-publication speech to the expert's cutting-edge technology.

The sentimentality of the passing of the paper media may belong only to those who have feelings for the paper media. Lao Qian always felt sad in his heart.

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