It's been 11 years since I graduated from college, and it's time to look back and pay tribute to those lost times. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few days ago, I posted a set of pictures on WeChat Moments, which is a manuscript of a martial arts novel written by me, with 1.41 million words and 13 centimeters thick. My classmates and friends were shocked when they saw it, and I hope I can post it online as soon as possible to share it with you. In fact, this novel was completed when I was in college, and I never had time to code it out, and to this day I can only show you pictures, which can be regarded as a show.

When I was in high school, I had the idea of writing a martial arts character, and I arranged the troops to construct a story with a few simple names and nouns, which is too simple to think about now. When I was in college, I read a series of books such as the Complete Works of Jin Yong, the Complete Works of Gu Long, the Collected Works of Fangping Shan Tian, the Mao Dun Literature Award and the Nobel Prize in Literature. I couldn't resist the urge to create, so I decided to write a martial arts novel that was as awesome as Jin Yong.

The beginning was very difficult and lazy, and I wrote 500 words for a whole day, but as I wrote, I had a kind of perseverance and determination, and a character was written into a huge martial arts system. This is a kind of inertial driving force, and I still vividly remember that when others were working or playing in the mountains and rivers during the summer, I would lie on the sewing machine in my hometown, endure the irritable cicadas on the yard books, and sweat to make up stories on the paper. When I was really upset, I hit the bamboo pole on the tree, all of which were in vain, because those who flew away would come back, and some even lay on the top of the tree, and I didn't know that I had a tree at home.

When I was in school, the situation was much better, with no worries about food and clothing, and a comfortable environment. When my classmates went to the Internet café to fight monsters, I took paper and pen to the quiet empty classroom to write hard. It was a kind of insistence from morning to night, because the writing was relatively slow, from 9 o'clock in the morning to 10 o'clock in the evening, and I could only write about 8,000 words, and I used up fifteen or sixteen pages with a refill, which felt really expensive, but I spent 3 years counting books and refills like this. At that time, the cost of living was only 300 yuan a month, an average of 10 yuan a day, I counted the money to buy food, the most impressive thing was the clear soup beef ramen in the faculty canteen, plus garlic, the taste was really good, although the amount was a little less, but always sitting still can save a lot of energy, so that I was 120 pounds when I entered the school, and there was no increase or decrease when I left school. When I was about to graduate, I finally finished the manuscript, and looking at the thick manuscript paper, I felt that nothing could stump me anymore, so I couldn't help but impulsively spend another two weeks writing a 90,000-word novel. Put away the pen, there are only 7 days left after graduating from college.

Looking back now, society is cruel, a bit pretentious, but it is indeed cruel. The first time I applied for a job and was accepted to a film and television company, I was admitted as a graduate student, and we were the winner of 13 contenders. 11 years ago, the salary of 1,000 yuan was not bad in Xi'an, but I didn't keep this job after all, I was too inexperienced, and there was still too much to learn. Fortunately, my relatives still have some connections, and they found me a newspaper and a declining provincial media. This is a bad experience, I worked for a month, and I put 6 yuan and 8 cents in my account, I really can't afford to lose this person, so I went straight back to my hometown in a rage.

Soon, I went to another advertising agency, which was an interesting and hard time, I worked as a screenwriter in the company's film and television department, revised the scripts sent by others, and wrote the scripts myself. The kind of script for urban broken scenes, 8,000 words can be filmed for 30 minutes, I can write one in a day, and I wrote 21 books in half a year, and they are still filming some books after I left. 500 yuan a month, although I know that there is no future, but I still fight to do it, sometimes think about people in a difficult situation, like a drowning person wants to grab everything that floats around him, no matter where it will take you. There was a bucktooth girl from Gansu who went earlier than me, but in a competition, I wrote a script by hand one night, and someone was beaten out in the early morning to start filming, and she lost because she couldn't write well, and since then she has established a writing team led by me, and now in retrospect, it really doesn't make sense. In addition to the script, we also went out to film, holding a lamp in the middle of the night to lift the manhole cover on the street, going to Bailuyuan to eat sticky noodles, acting as an indispensable extra, and those low-level technical work, lifting the microphone, lighting up, reeling spools, supporting reflectors, and almost becoming a director, it was really joyful. The chubby boss didn't know if it was a workaholic or a yellow-faced woman who didn't want to go home to see him, and he always stayed in the office day and night, especially like to keep people working overtime, so that all of us seemed to be undedicated. One of the things he often does is to take the bath coupons mortgaged by advertising and invite everyone to take a bath in the middle of the night, and he doesn't have to go home at night, and sleeps directly in the free area of the bathhouse. In the end, because the Chinese New Year holiday was too late, I quit my job and went home.

I looked for three jobs in half a year, but in the end I was still a jobless vagrant, and I don't know if the school counted me when it calculated the employment rate that year.

Years after year is a long process of finding a job. My brother-in-law and cousin and I huddled together in an adobe house that was about to collapse, and every week we ran job fairs from the Chinese Business Daily, failing again and again, it was simply desperate. At that time, I was with a friend who came out of Sanqin Metropolis Daily, although the relationship was not very close, we walked together inexplicably. We always walked into a career fair with hope and then returned disappointed, and we built a strong friendship in the midst of a hard life together. I remember the worst time, when I invited him to my adobe house for dinner, and the gas canister was completely empty after half cooking, so we continued to cook it with a brick pot and a lit newspaper, and then ate it half-baked. And his cousin turned out to be a reporter stationed in the central media, and some press conferences didn't want to go, so I sent him back to get the materials, and then I followed him on the bus to most of the city to have a meal. This is a stingy guy, and his ultimate gift to me was to introduce a particularly short-tempered daughter-in-law.

Eventually, I ran out of ammunition and food, and even the adobe house I was sheltering in had to be demolished, and I returned to my hometown. My family thought it was really ugly, so I went to the construction site to move bricks, okay, I went, I did it for three days, and my foot was nailed, but fortunately, it was just a little broken. At the bottom of my life, my uncle helped me again, brought me back to Xi'an from the construction site, and helped with the contact work, and I joined the TV station as a reporter in less than a month. I really appreciate the kindness of him and his aunt, it's unforgettable. It's really time to go, the two scripts cast a few months ago were actually adopted by a crew, and they got a 1,000 yuan manuscript fee, and immediately rented a house in an urban village and moved out. To be honest, my uncle's house is very good, and it is a luxury for me, a rural bun, but it is precisely because of this that I feel more and more uncomfortable everywhere, so I ran away and left.

Living alone in a dark house, the loneliness makes you cry from time to time. It's been a year since I graduated, and I'm still poor. In the year and a half I was at TV, I got a girlfriend, broke up, then another one, and moved. Although I ran around the streets and alleys all day long, listening to others arguing about right and wrong, my life was still relatively fulfilling, but I still left and went to a media company, because the leader said that I was not suitable to be a reporter, and I also felt that I was not suitable.

Half a year later, I went to my current unit and worked for 8 years. Here, we did a vigorous event, the entire North City turned upside down, more than 100,000 people were rescued from our shacks and settled in high-rise buildings, buried more than a thousand years of cultural relics were excavated by us and placed on more than 5,000 acres of land for display, national leaders saw several, cultural celebrities at home and abroad came wave after wave like a duck, Liu Xiaoqing, who was wearing shorts and buttoned toad glasses, asked me to take pictures of her, okay, Lian Zhan, I won't go into too much detail about Sha Zukang and others, but their reports were all written by me. After so many years of honing, my writing ability is comparable to only a handful of units of nearly 1,000 people. Getting married, having children, buying a house, and completing most of the important tasks in my life, but looking back, the height of my life does not seem to have changed.

The reason why people are in a desperate situation is because they can't help themselves, and I can now come up with many ways to make a living, but at that time, I was forced by life to hide my undergraduate diploma and go to the construction site to move bricks to make a living. Why are some people difficult to turn over in their lives, because they don't know how to turn over, it's not that you are smart, you can work hard, you are born in the south for oranges and the north is oranges, and the vision and circumstances limit the future of a person's life. My predecessor has three famous sayings, which are still thunderous: "Change is the only constant", "Changing people is like changing knives", and "This world is full of talented poor people".

I moved several times, the manuscript of the novel was turned out and put back in, pressed in the bedside for a year and year, I was too busy with work to take care of it, and I almost forgot about it, until one day I thought of a serious problem, if the house accidentally caught fire, then my three years of hard work would be wiped out in an instant, I could buy furniture, and the house could be redecorated, but I couldn't rewrite the novel again, I couldn't afford it. This manuscript has no real value for me now, but it embodies my past dreams and hopes, and it is also a commanding height of my life. Although my current writing ability and insight into things are far from comparable to those of the past, I may not be able to write a decent work anymore because I am tired of life, and it is not yet known when I will be able to surpass the height of 13 centimeters he shows again.

After thinking about it, I finally decided to take pictures of it page by page with my camera, save it on my computer, and then find someone to help me code it out and hang it on the Internet when I have money and time. It took me two whole days for this simple task alone, and my arm was so sore that I could barely lift it.

That's it, life goes on, new dreams, new desires, new circumstances, and tomorrow we have to move on. However, when we look back, the past time, bitter and sweet, is worth remembering forever.