It was a chilly night.

The moonlight is clear and cold; It's chilling.

Outside the shade of the inky trees, in the brightness of day, a teenager walks alone on the road. There are no vehicles on the road, no pedestrians, only the moonlight and the shadows of the trees that divide the road into yin and yang.

He allowed himself to walk in the yang realm; Let a shadow of your height be your companion; Let the heart get some warmth. He hid a pair of cold hands in the pockets of his cotton trousers; Use cotton shoes to kick the stones in front of your feet; Let the pebbles make a strange "squeak"; Let yourself get some catharsis from this strange scream.

In the distance, there was a crying dog barking; He was full of anguish, but he didn't know who to talk to. He is also ashamed to tell people.

A few months ago, his sky was as clear as it was tonight, and the sun filled the sky like the moon tonight.

In school, he was the previous class president, a good student with excellent character and learning in the eyes of teachers; In the town, he is a notoriously good baby, and he does not have the bad habit of fighting, swearing, gambling and smoking of ordinary children of the same age; At home, he is an only son, a delicate baby of his parents, and a filial son; He seems to have come to this world to be a good student and a good baby.

He is too young and understands too little. No ideals, no ambitions. I think that people can read the books of one generation and not care about anything else. Ignorance and simplicity make him a happier life.

God gave him all the good things, so that he had a handsome face; a head of thick black hair; a tall figure; Fair and smooth skin. He is so likable, he likes it so much that even his mother is jealous of the aunts in the neighborhood: Sister Xiang, why are you so good at raising it!

One day, however, his sky collapsed. He was crushed to the bottom of the darkness and gasped, not understanding why this was all of a sudden.

He dropped out of school.

From this year onwards, the examination system was abolished, and the recommendation and selection system was implemented for further education. Numerous priorities excluded him from being born into a hawker family. Rights and relationships became hard currency. And his honest parents don't know anything about this.

He was too weak and always cried secretly. There are so many reasons in my mind why no one answers. He felt miserable, aggrieved, lonely, helpless, inferior, and hopeless. I even had thoughts of suicide. But he was only thirteen years old. His life has only just begun.

This world is so unfair! He gritted his teeth in his heart. Since then, he has hated injustice and privilege. He did not expect, and could not have imagined, that this hatred would sink deep into his bones, grow into a tree with his body and the world, and become the basis of his lifelong thoughts and actions.

The desire to study and go to school became a lifelong pain for him. So much so that the scenes of the class always appear in dreams. It always makes him cry from his dream to his wake.

His father brought him a bunch of old books bound in thread to read. Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. He read it in a daze, and he didn't know why. He asked his father for advice, but he asked him to teach himself.

Father should have read these books in the past. He should have at least half an idea. But he is a person who has been nurtured by old customs and old rituals, just like many parents are unable to teach their children sexual enlightenment, he can't tell his son about these things about male and female love.

Later, his father hired a private school teacher for him. The teacher is a landlord, and teaching these "four old" things makes him feel guilty. And he was only interested in comic books and novels.

Soon after, he was arranged by the town to work as a cashier and apprentice in the town's photo studio, and this short teacher-student relationship ended. Decades later, the "Chinese culture fever" came, and he didn't regret it, if he could persist in the study of ancient texts, what kind of window would it be!

In the darkest moment of his life, he had an amazing experience.

It was a sleepy noon, and he was wandering the streets boredly alone. The sun was scorching his neck with a burning pain. In order to hide from the shadow, he entered through the gate of the scrap purchase station of the supply and marketing cooperative, and prepared to come out of the small door again. I accidentally wandered into a pile of waste paper with several bundles of magazines and books. When I looked at it again, the salesperson on duty was dozing off at the table. So when he saw the wealth, he made a cameo appearance as a gentleman on the beam.

It is a stall made of wooden boards, and it is not easy to be noticed when hiding inside. He untied the straps that bound the books, and he was as happy as he had opened a box containing a treasure: so many books!

Chinese and foreign. Novels are the majority; Poetry and prose are also available; There are also some miscellaneous books. They were books that couldn't be bought with money at the time.

He flipped through this and looked at that, and the musty smell of books in the air intoxicated him.

Thanks for breaking the "four olds"!

His heart was filled with joy; But danger is always present. Do not be insatiable. Alibaba! It is impossible to take them all at once; He has to make a choice and try to pick the one he likes the most.

He mainly takes novels because he likes to read novels. Chinese books include "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Dream of the Red Chamber"; Foreign books include "How Steel is Made", "My University", "Red and Black" and so on. I took it back to find out that in which "John. Christopher's complete set should be four volumes, and only two copies of 1 and 2 volumes were available.

But he also took two other books, one was "Explanation of Philosophical Terms" and the other was "Fundamentals of Policy Economics (Volume I)" (Capitalism). He didn't know why he had brought these two books with him, probably driven by a sense of novelty in the unknown. It was this stumble that he pushed open two other windows to peek into the world.

In the Underworld - There is an invisible hand in the Underworld.

He took off his coat and wrapped a pile of books inside. He looked over and saw that the salesman was still dozing, just in a different position. He moved the jacket to the side, supported the pile of waste paper with both hands, pressed his belly against the railing of the stall, and crawled out of the stall with a bow. The spine bones pressed against the tanned skin behind him. The leg is a little weak when the foot hits the ground.

All in all, good luck.

The next day he returned to the scrapyard again to try his luck again. Unlike last time, this time he came with a thief's heart; It looks like a thief's head and a thief's brain.

The salesman obviously raised his vigilance, and shouted at him from afar: Get out! The thunderous roar terrified him. He didn't reply. He didn't dare to reply at all.

Obviously, yesterday's events have been revealed. He slipped away and didn't dare to come back.

A willow leaf fell and landed on his face. Cold, soggy. It's clearly the tears of the moon. He looked at the sky, and there were no stars in the sky, no clouds, only the moon guarding the loneliness.

And me. He said to it. I couldn't help but burst into tears. He wiped away his tears and searched the night sky. Behind the moon, he found a star, faint and distant, hiding at the end of the sky.

Is there an end to the sky? Where is the end of the day? Where am I from? Suddenly, a series of questions burst into his head.

Did this world exist before I was born? Even if it existed, it would be nothing more than a blank or dark presence to me. It's like it doesn't exist. Oh – the world depends on my perception for its existence. After I die, the world returns to a dark and empty existence, as it was when I was alive. It wasn't until I gained another new perception that the world could be re-revealed.

He suddenly realized that the manifestation was all around him. He is the subject of perception, at the center of this being; It is the same as being at the center of the world. He was amazed by this sudden whim, like deciphering a wordless book from heaven. The book gave him too many hints, including reasons to live in despair.

One day, half a year later, a young student wearing glasses came to the town. On the side of the road at dusk, he stood on a half-man-high cement culvert with a red armband pinned to the sleeve of his grass-green military uniform. He was speaking to a crowd of passers-by.

He was also standing in the crowd of onlookers. There were many things he didn't quite understand yet, but opposition to privilege and corruption struck a strong chord with him.

His speech made him no longer at peace, and he believed that the hearts of the leader and the people were connected, and that his ideas were a powerful weapon against privilege and corruption.

Overnight, many organizations sprang up in the town. One day, he shouted slogans in the procession of adults, and was found by his father, who found him without saying a word, and slapped him on the back of the head.

This was the first time his father had beaten him. And the only time.

This public humiliation made him feel ashamed. His face flushed, and he couldn't hold back his tears. His father grabbed him by the collar and walked back, and he twisted and broke free, and he quickened his pace home.

The father followed closely behind him with his hands behind his back.

When he returned home, his father handed him over to his mother and asked her to take care of him. He threatened not to do anything like this again, or he would be beaten even to his mother.

His exact words were: If this happens again, you two and I will fight together!

For as long as he can remember, his mother has been in charge of everything in the family, and his father has never made up his mind. However, this time, the father showed the majesty of a man.

The mother was very cooperative, pretending to be afraid, and whispered to her son not to provoke his father again.

A few years later, he joined the work, and because of his good performance, he has been nurtured and valued by the unit. But then he met Liu Fugui.

Liu Fugui was the head of the company's business group at the time and was his immediate boss. It turned out that he had worked in the army as a political worker. Liu used the method of inducement to discuss some hot issues at that time, and used the small leather notebook he carried with him to privately record his inappropriate remarks and take them to the company's study meeting for criticism. caused him to write reviews repeatedly, and was determined to be unable to pass.

Liu also criticized the life meeting of the company's party branch, criticizing the company's leadership for being right-leaning and harboring and conniving at him. He was asked to be transferred to the county study class.

But most of the people in the branch believe that he is active and willing to work, which is the mainstream. His problem lies in his ideological understanding. People's thinking can be changed, and their understanding can be improved.

In order to cope with Liu Fugui's criticism and to protect him, the company conducted an internal quarantine review on him. It was guarded by his colleague Fang Yugang, and Zhang Zewen was in charge of sorting out the materials. These two people have a very good relationship with him, so they naturally open up to each other.

Today, this small peeled notebook that can be carried around has reappeared, it is like a ghost, with the imprint of an era.

Liu Fugui took his black-edged presbyopia, rolled it, and watched. I have another question to ask Xiao Li, at a certain time, somewhere, is someone calling you Manager Li?

Li Fei remembered that the only time Sun Ping, the head of the supply and marketing section of Hanhua Brewery, called him Manager Li. Usually he calls him Director Li or Xiao Li.

On that day, the factory held a supply meeting at the Donghu Hotel in Wuchang, and he went with Huang Jiaxiao. He introduced Huang Jiaxiao to Sun Ping and said that this is Director Huang of our Xiangzhou shopping mall. Sun Ping nodded lightly, ignored Director Huang, only talked to Li Fei, and called him Manager Li. This embarrassed Huang Jiaxiao and made Li Fei awkward.

After that, Huang Jiaxiao was still indignant: How amazing is he? He's big, Lao Tzu is bigger than him!

Li Fei persuaded and explained that Sun Ping was such a person, and others always asked him for help and spoiled him. There is no need to bother with him.

Li Fei was very strange, how did this kind of laughing thing get to Liu Fugui?

He glanced at Huang Jiaxiao, and Huang Tianxiao was also glancing at him, and when their eyes met, they were all a little embarrassed.

Huang Jiaxiao said this to Niu Renzhi at the wine table, and he didn't mean anything other than jealousy and teasing. Who knew that the old ghost had a long mouth and spread out. Now Liu Fugui has put this on the table, and I don't know what he wants to do.

Does someone call you Manager Li? Liu Fugui asked reluctantly, if there is, do you want people to call you, or do people themselves want to call you that? If someone wants to call you that, you should remind them that there is only one manager in our company, and his surname is Lu, and his name is Lu Shiping. You're just a deputy director, not even a director.

Speaking of this, Liu Fugui glanced at Lu Shiping, and saw Lu Shiping's solemn expression, thinking that Lu Shiping was unhappy with Li Fei, and his heart became more and more proud.

If you want people to call it that, then there is something wrong with your ideology. I think that your eagerness for quick success and great success on the issue of beer contracts this time is the general outburst of your extreme individualistic ideas of fame and fortune.

After Liu Fugui finished speaking, the venue was silent.

Lu Shiping believes that the two things Liu Fugui mentioned earlier and what Yan and Niu talked about are both issues of thinking about business work. The two sides are scrambling, and the ideas are getting clearer and clearer, which is also interesting. And this last one is a side matter that is not enough to worry about. No matter what the truth of this matter is, Liu Fugui should not take this kind of thing and make a big fuss about it on such an occasion.

Li Fei stared at Liu Fugui, his eyes full of disdain. In the past, Liu Fugui rectified him, others defended him, and he himself defended himself. But he had to admit in his heart that Liu Fugui's opinion of him was accurate, even three points. And today Liu Fugui took such a trivial matter on the line, and he really felt sad for him.

The era of a whole person is over, but the relics of such a whole person are left. He didn't want to bother with such boring questions. And Liu Fugui was still staring, looking like he wouldn't let him pass without explaining clearly.

Someone called me Manager Li. Li Fei said frankly that it was on a specific occasion. Regardless of what others think, I understand that this is not for me personally, but for our company. Personally, I don't want to say that I don't have the idea of being a company manager, even if I do, it's not a bad thing. As the saying goes, a soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. I don't understand, what does it mean for Team Leader Li to single out this kind of thing on such an occasion?

Liu Fugui wanted to refute, but was stopped by Lu Shiping. Liu Fugui was unwilling, took off his black-rimmed reading glasses, and put away his small peeled notebook.

After the meeting ended, Lu Shiping left Huang Jiaxiao and Li Fei alone and made a final ruling. It was agreed to be implemented according to Li Fei's opinion, and Huang Jiaxiao's opinion was reserved. Regarding the title, Lu Shiping said that in order to facilitate the operation, in the future, he will still be called director internally, and he can be called manager externally.