Swish, swish, swish, in two or three hours, Nan Yi wrote while thinking, and almost wrote half of the book.

When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, he put down the pen, shook his slightly sore right hand, stood in front of the window sill, lit a cigarette, and let his mind empty out.

Then he returned to his seat, read through what he had written, corrected what he thought was unreasonable, read through it again, then tore up the work manual, lit it, and watched it burn in the iron trash can.

All.

Writing Nanyi is to help you think and clarify things; burning it is to keep it secret and ensure it is not leaked.

Although what Nan Yi wrote was very scattered, and it was estimated that he might not be able to understand all the Martian text in a few days, he was still unwilling to leave just a few words that he wanted to keep secret.

Carry the trash can to the bathroom, grab a handful of ashes, wrap it in toilet paper, put it in your pocket, and pour the rest into the toilet to flush away.

I returned to my office, took out another workbook from the drawer, picked up a pen and started writing a diary on it.

"July 25, 1980, the thirteenth day of the fifth lunar month

I feel very excited when I think that I have less than a year left to enter the workforce and make a modest contribution to the country.

Although I don’t know what position I will be in in the future, no matter what position I am in, it cannot change my original intention to work conscientiously.

Even if I am just a sanitation worker or a manure collector in the future, I am willing to work in my position for the rest of my life, shine and contribute my strength to the four modernizations.

Also, I read the newspaper this morning and learned that many people in Africa are hungry and trapped in dire straits. This makes me very worried and I wish I could share the joys and sorrows with them.

I decided not to eat anything other than the breakfast that was already in my stomach. I saved my money and food stamps and slowly accumulated them to help the African people in the future...

Long live the great unity of the people of the world!"

After writing the diary, Nan Yi walked out of the office, went to Ueto Masami's office to say hello, and left the club.

The bicycle was going very fast, and it didn't take long to arrive at South Street. I parked the bicycle on the side of the street, and carrying a pile of lunch boxes, I went to Liuquanju to pack lotus agarwood, hot kidney flowers, and a lotus seed.

While waiting for the food, Nan Yi did not fail, and even talked to the waiter in vain, "My grandma has suffered a lifetime of hardships, and today is her birthday. I will serve you three delicious dishes so that she can also enjoy the meal."

Alas, it’s all my fault that I, the grandson, don’t live up to expectations. I earn too little, otherwise I would have to make a table..."

Returning to the old house, it was already 7:30 in the evening. Nan Yi opened a bottle of beer, sat on the coal stove to cook rice, turned on the TV, and watched the 9:30 "Across the Motherland" on the court station: underground, 19:50

Hygiene and health: medical food, drained a bottle of beer, and then drained a few taels of rice.

Putting the pots and pans aside for now, Nan Yi lay down comfortably on the sofa and watched a Chinese-translated film called "Pigeon". The clock on the wall lazily went to half past nine.

Then study, wash, and sleep. Nan Yi was destined to be an ordinary day in extraordinary years, just like this, he was sent far away by sleep.

…

"I'm sending you outside the small village. I have something to tell you. Although the flowers are already in bloom, you should not pick the wild flowers on the roadside."

Nan Yi hummed "Don't Pick Wild Flowers on the Roadside" in his mouth, cut radish in his hand, and listened to "Go West" played on the radio.

This song was sung by the Village Band, but compared to their other songs, this song was not too popular. However, it was later covered by the Pet Shop Boys and became an instant hit, and it became a special song for the World Cup in Germany.

After cutting the radish, Nan Yi clenched his fist and shouted: "Go to the West, young man!"

After shouting, Nan Yi was not satisfied. He always felt that it did not have the inflammatory flavor of Horace Greeley.

"go west, young man!"

Nan Yi shouted again in English with a New York accent, and this time the sound was much more correct.

Nodding with satisfaction, Nan Yi scraped the radish into a bowl and brought the pot and bowl into the living room. After finishing breakfast with the radish and fermented bean curd, he hurried to work.

When we arrived at the door of the office, it was only half past seven, but the lock on the office door had already been taken off. It seemed that Masami Ueto arrived earlier than Nan Yi.

Pushing open the glass door, Nan Yi walked to the front desk, took out his time card from the wall hanging, and stuffed it into the time card machine. Squeak, the time card was eaten by the time card machine, sizzle, pop, attendance.

The card was spit out again.

Nan Yi picked up the time card, looked at the number "07:31" on it, and immediately inserted the card back into the wall hanging.

"Nan Sang, good morning."

"Yami, you don't have to be so polite next time. Remember, you are the superior and I am the subordinate." After saying that, Nan Yi bowed slightly to Masami Ueto and said, "Assistant Ueto, good morning."

"Hai!"

"Yami, do you know how much an Apple IIplus sells in Tokyo now?"

"Nansang, I don't know the price of Plus, but I know that the price of Apple II is between 260,000 yen and 520,000 yen. The price has dropped compared to last year."

"I understand. When you return to Tokyo, buy two machines. One for you and one for me. Both machines must be equipped with floppy drives. In addition, the memory will be expanded to 48kb and more floppy disks will be purchased.

By the way, if Hatoyama Shinichi arrives at the office after ten o'clock today, you will order me to teach him a lesson."

"Hai."

After saying that, the two of them went into their own offices.

The weather was a bit hot today. Nan Yi walked into the office, went to the window, turned on the window air conditioner, held the collar of his shirt, shook it off a few times, and blew it in the air outlet.

After his body and mind became cool, Nan Yi sat down on his seat, leaned down and took out a shoe box from under the table.

Open the shoe box, grab an IV tube, a pair of scissors, a pencil sharpener, and a few glass balls. Then open the drawer and take out a pencil and a sketchbook.

Sharpen the pencil to a suitable point and start drawing on the paper.

Fifteen minutes later, I tore it, tore off a page, balled it up in my hands and threw it aside, and then drew again...tear, draw, tear...

After tearing off five pictures in a row, Nan Yi gave up. His painting skills were still at the correct kindergarten level. His most glorious work was the original "Sun Wukong", and he never made any progress after that.

"Forget it, I won't do the sketch anymore, just get started."

Nan Yi refused to admit defeat and took the infusion tube, cut it, cut it open, twisted it, turned it, pulled it... and threw it away!

Pa da, light a lonely stick.

"Well, I really don't have the talent for delicate handicrafts. If it weren't for money, I probably wouldn't have learned how to knit sweaters and straw mats."
Chapter completed!