As autumn approaches, it gets dark earlier and earlier.

Recently, I rarely go to the house on Beizheng Street, you know, seeing things and thinking about people. Besides, now that I go occasionally, I run into Zhang Xun and Han Routong here, and I feel that I have become a guest instead, which is a bit redundant and embarrassing.

I got off work late today, and I couldn't catch dinner when I went back to my parents' house on the other side of Huaqiao, and when Zhang Xun came home early, he asked me to go back here to gather, saying that I hadn't seen him for some days. Although Brother Xun said that he was ready at home and was already cooking, I was embarrassed to go to the vegetable market to take a turn and bring a few vegetables to the house, and when I came out, the lights were lit in the kitchens of every house.

The street lamps on both sides of the alley are some years old, and the rusty yellow light flows down through the sparse sycamore branches and leaves, and scatters all over the ground, and the withered yellow leaves are piled up all over the ground, giving birth to a dignified and depressed one. The dim light seemed to make the people returning home more anxious, and the steps under their feet involuntarily moved faster.

There was a loud "bang" that frightened my heart almost rushed to my mouth; Stopped, and quickly touched his heart a few times. I soon smelled a familiar fragrance in my nose, followed the direction of the smell, walked a few steps forward, and turned a corner to see three or four people in a circle, and inside was an old man and his suit.

Oh, beating ginseng rice.

Now it is rare to see a man beating ginseng rice in the city. The blackened iron cans, the long cloth bags with old tires as openings, and the smoking coal stoves are also unsightly; It is definitely not visible on the street now, but occasionally appears in the more remote streets and alleys when the chengguan gets off work.

A long time ago, when I was a small boy, it used to be a very happy thing to watch ginseng rice.

At that time, there were no snacks to eat, and when the old man who beat ginseng rice parked his cart on the mouth of the alley, the little guys in the alley were very happy. Running around telling each other, begging their parents to let them get a shot.

Because for just a dime, most parents will say yes. Scooping a tube of rice from the rice bowl, holding a dime, running all the way to the world, thinking that it was early, but often the line was long and long.

It's also quite fun to queue, everyone is an acquaintance, while queuing, while flirting, I heard the old man who beat ginseng rice shouting: "Bang Da." Bang. Frightened, the "little butts" were all silent, quickly stopped their mouths, covered their ears, covered their ears for a long time, their ears hurt, but they didn't hear the sound, curiously let go of their ears, stretched out their necks to see, it happened to step on the point but sounded. The noise was so loud that it shook the roots of the ears and numb, but everyone laughed as if it was a holiday.

I glanced at the old man, who, as I remembered, was still wearing an old cotton jacket, and looked thin and thin; In stark contrast to the white, swollen ginseng rice he made.

A measuring cylinder made of bamboo, measuring a tube of rice, put it in the big-bellied iron jar, and put the lid on it, and after a while he shook the bellows with his left hand and the jar with his right hand, and the fire in the hearth was bright and dark, reflecting his face, and it was red and red.

From time to time, the wind blew in from the mouth of the alley, blowing coldly, and I didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurried home. Just as I was about to enter the house, I heard the familiar "bang" from a distance, and I seemed to smell the smell of incense again, and a trace of warmth rose in my heart.

As soon as he entered the house, he found that the dishes had already been served, and Brother Xun took the initiative to buy wine. I guess there must be something, I asked him, and he said that he has been depressed lately, and he has offended a leader.

The story goes like this, one day I saw a new jade sculpture on the desk of his second boss, that is, their vice president, and a monkey crawled on a horse, and he was neither a horse nor a monkey.

Zhang Xun was a little curious, so he asked his boss: "What does this handicraft mean?" ”

The boss was in a good mood and said to Zhang Xun: "Guess! So Brother Xun thought for a long time and said, "Oh! I know, the Year of the Monkey! ”

Anyway, I never saw that thing on the boss's desk again, Zhang Xun asked his colleague, that thing should mean "immediately seal the marquis......

After that, Zhang Xun felt that he was working hard more and more, and the leader also said that he would train him more.

Their company is engaged in medical devices, and they supply more orthopedic materials. He once woke him up in the middle of the night and flew to Shanghai, urgently brought a few key small parts similar to screws back to Star City, and then sent them directly to the operating table of Star City Hospital.

Something like torturous and untechnical stuff became his daily routine; He said that he was aggrieved when he thought about it, "Lao Tzu simply quit, too lazy to be angry here."

He drank a large glass of Liuyang River, and then chattered:

Anyway, this company is not a good bird company, and there is nothing worth keeping.

I came to this company just after graduating from university, and when I joined the company, my boss said to me seriously, Xiao Zhang, now you are a newcomer, although the salary is not much, but you can get rapid growth with us, which is the most important thing for young people.

Now more than 3 years have passed, and the boss really didn't lie to me, although I still get the average salary of a person in my 20s, but my mother said that I already look like a 30-year-old.

I can't say much, it's too common in the workplace. I can only listen to him more, express understanding and sympathy, and let him say it all may feel better.

The more Brother Xun talked about it, the more angry he became, and he talked about why the female colleagues in their department were taken care of by the boss? All the men are used for livestock......

There is no point in reasoning about this kind of thing, and in order to explain him, I said that it was not easy to laugh, and then I told him a story:

The little donkey asked the old donkey, why do we eat hay every day, and the cow eats concentrate feed, and the old donkey sighs: We can't compare, we rely on errands to eat, and people rely on their breasts to eat!

Hehe, come and drink and drink, you have your troubles, and I have my troubles. In the final analysis, there are only people in the world who can't figure it out, and there is no road that can't be taken.

It's just for the time being, we haven't figured it out yet, or we haven't reached the age where we can figure it out, so it's not the year of confusion.

Later, he talked to me about Lin Zi again, and I said that I haven't contacted her much now, so let's leave it at that.

Brother Xun got drunk relatively quickly today, and he couldn't hold it until 10 o'clock in the evening, leaving Han Routong to clean up the mess, and we went back to our rooms to rest.

There is a "Bosom Friend" magazine on the bedside table, which may have been put by Xiao Han. I couldn't sleep, I flipped it up, I hadn't seen it with my eyes before, but today I read a few stories carefully, and it's still a little interesting.

In life, don't always compare your parents, income, and happiness with others. In other words, don't just look up, in this world, you will be psychologically comforted if you compare yourself with others.

"Bosom Friend" is such a good psychological counseling book, which has a certain psychological healing function. Why does "Bosom Friend" have such a broad mass base? When readers see that other people's lives are so unbearable, and the lives of celebrities are full of past holes, they will feel that "my life is still acceptable." ”

In fact, there are many similar TV programs across the country, and our local famous ones include political and legal reports, bitter memories, and emotional 9 o'clock.

These are all programs that expose the emotional contradictions of ordinary families, and basically every episode you can hear some noisy and noisy cousins, most of which are frivolous trivial matters such as extramarital affairs.

In an interview with a reporter from Southern Weekly, a famous intellectual female anchor of a channel in Star City said, "The competition for our programs at the same time is very fierce, and we have to compete with prime-time TV dramas and similar programs...... I still have to fight for ratings! d

AMA (drama) is always put first. ”

Exactly for d

AMA, the column hunts and even creates some dark sides of emotion and ethics at the bottom of society to win ratings, and the audience sees from the show the dark side of society where men and women are thieves and prostitutes, and morality is lost, entangled in selfishness, vulgarity, and violence...... To tell the truth, it has a very negative impact on young children and adolescents to establish a correct outlook on life, morality, and marriage and family. These are things to ponder for journalists who claim to be morally responsible.