Volume 1 Chapter 0100 A Serious Person Who Writes a Diary
Swish, swish, swish. In two or three hours, Nan Yi wrote while thinking, and finished almost half of the notebook.
At almost five o'clock in the afternoon , he put down his pen, shook his slightly sore right hand, stood in front of the window sill, lit a cigarette, and cleared his mind.
Then he returned to his seat, read through what he had written, revised the parts that he thought were unreasonable , read through it again, then tore up the work manual, set it on fire, and watched it burn to ashes in the tin trash can.
Writing is to help Nan Yi think and sort out things; burning is to keep it confidential and ensure it is not leaked.
Even though what Nan Yi wrote was very scattered, and it was written in Martian language, which he probably wouldn't be able to fully understand even after some time, he was still unwilling to leave behind even a single word that he wanted to keep secret.
Carry the trash can to the bathroom, grab a handful of ashes, wrap them in toilet paper and put them in your pocket, then pour the rest into the toilet and flush it away.
He returned to his office, took out another work manual from the drawer, picked up a pen and started writing in his diary.
"July 25, 1980, the 13th day of the fifth lunar month
I get very excited when I think that I only have less than a year left before I can start working and make a small contribution to my country.
Although I don’t know what position I will be in in the future, no matter what position it is, it will not change my original intention to work diligently.
Even if I am just a sanitation worker or a night soil collector in the future, I am willing to work in my position for the rest of my life, make contributions and contribute my strength to the four modernizations.
Also, I read in the newspaper this morning that many people in Africa are starving and suffering. This makes me very worried, and I wish I could share their sufferings.
I decided not to eat anything except breakfast, and save the money and food coupons, so that I could use 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 company.
I pedaled my bike very fast and soon arrived at South Street. I parked my bike on the side of the street, picked up a pile of lunch boxes and went to Liuquanju to pack some lotus bird's nest, stir-fried pork kidney, and a piece of candied lotus seeds.
While waiting for the food, Nan Yi did not miss out and chatted with the waiter, "My grandma has suffered all her life. Today is her 60th birthday. I'll pack three delicious dishes for her so she can enjoy it.
Alas, it’s all my fault as a grandson. I earn too little, otherwise I would have to prepare a table…”
When he returned to the old villa, it was already 7:30 in the evening. Nan Yi opened a bottle of beer, cooked some rice on the coal stove, turned on the TV, and watched the 9:30 program "Across the Motherland: Underground Travel" and the 19:50 program "Health and Wellness: Medical Food" on Chaoting Channel. He finished the bottle of beer and then ate a few pounds of rice.
Throwing the pots and pans aside, Nan Yi lay comfortably on the sofa and watched a Chinese-dubbed film "The Dove". The clock on the wall lazily walked to half past nine.
Then he studied, washed, and went to sleep. Nan Yi was destined to have an ordinary day in his extraordinary years, and he was sent far away by his dreams.
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"I'll take you to the outskirts of the village. I have something to tell you. Even though all the flowers are in bloom, please don't pick the wild flowers on the roadside."
Nan Yi was humming " Don't Pick Wild Flowers by the Roadside" while cutting radishes in his hands and listening to "Go West" playing on the tape recorder.
This song was sung by the Village People, but compared to their other songs, this song was not very popular. However, it was later covered by the Pet Shop Boys and became a hit, and then became the exclusive song for the World Cup in Germany.
After cutting the radish, Nan Yi clenched his fist and shouted, "Go west, young man!"
After shouting, Nan Yi was not very satisfied. He always felt that it lacked the inflammatory flavor of Horace Greeley.
"Go West, Young Man!"
Nan Yi shouted it again in New York-accented English, and this time it tasted much more authentic.
Nodding with satisfaction, Nan Yi scraped the water radish into a bowl, carried the lead pot and bowl into the living room, had breakfast with the water radish and fermented bean curd, got dressed and hurried to work.
When I arrived at the office door, it was only half past seven, but the lock on the door had been taken off. It seemed that Ueto Masami had arrived earlier than Nan Yi.
Pushing open the glass door, Nan Yi walked to the front desk, took out his attendance card from the wall hanging, and stuffed it into the time clock. With a squeak, the time card was eaten by the time clock. With a sizzle, the time card was spit out again.
Nan Yi picked up the attendance card, looked at the number "07:31" on it, and then inserted the attendance card back into the wall mount.
"Good morning, Nan-san."
"Yami, don't be so polite next time. Remember, you are the superior and I am the subordinate." Nan Yi bowed slightly to Ueto Yami, "Assistant Ueto, good morning."
"Hayi!"
"Yami, do you know how much an Apple II Plus sells for in Tokyo right now?"
"Minami, I don't know the price of the Plus, but I know that the price of the Apple II is between 260,000 yen and 520,000 yen, which is lower than last year."
"I understand. When you return to Tokyo, buy two machines, one for you and one for me. Both machines need to be equipped with floppy drives. Also, expand the memory to 48KB, and buy more floppy disks.
Oh, and if Shinichi Hatoyama arrives at the office after 10 o'clock today, you will order me to teach him a lesson later."
"Hayi."
After that, they both went into their respective offices.
The weather was a bit hot today. Nan Yi walked into the office and went to the window. He turned on the window air conditioner, pinched the collar of his shirt, shook it a few times, and leaned in to the air vent to blow.
After his body and mind had cooled down, Nan Yi sat down in his seat, bent down, and took out a shoe box from under the table.
He opened the shoe box and took out an IV tube, a pair of scissors, a pencil sharpener, and some glass balls. He then opened the drawer and took out a pencil and a sketchbook.
After sharpening the pencil to the appropriate point, Nan Yi started drawing on the paper.
Fifteen minutes later, he tore off a page , crumpled it in his hands and threw it aside, then started to draw again… tear, draw, tear…
After tearing up five pieces in a row, Nan Yi gave up. His painting skills were still at the level of a senior kindergartener. His most brilliant work was the one he painted called "Sun Wukong", and he made no further progress after that.
"Forget it, I won't sketch it out, I'll just get started."
Nan Yi took the infusion tube unwillingly, cut, dissected, twisted, turned, pulled... and threw it away!
Click, light a cigarette of loneliness.
"Alas, I really don't have the talent for delicate handicrafts. If it weren't for the money, I probably wouldn't have learned how to knit sweaters and straw mats."
Looking at the mess of IV tubes cut by him on the table with depression, Nan Yi felt a little anxious...
