" Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely looking at the southern mountain." Tao Yuanming, who was far away from fame and fortune, far away from officialdom and not bending his waist for five buckets of rice, seemed to have a good mentality. Xiao Bing did not have this mentality." To build a house in the human realm, without the noise of horses and carriages " In ancient times, one could indulge themselves and imagine themselves to be an expert hidden in the streets. Today, there was not even the sound of a taxi at the courtyard door. For a man who desired power and money, it was extremely shabby. At the very least, it meant that he didn't even have the courage to hail a taxi.
Xiao Bing spent the next ten days living a simple life. While adapting to the environment, he was also thinking about his future. He understood the principle of being a cow and a horse for the Buddha, Dragon, and Elephant. One had to climb up step by step. One could not expect to become rich in one bite. Most of the people in the upper class who drank expensive red wine, drove world-famous cars, and raised purebred horses climbed up from the streets.
However, Xiao Bing, who believed that he was born with talent, had flipped through more than ten issues of the recruitment page of the Northern News, but his future was still bleak. The recruitment positions on the page were extremely harsh for people who had not graduated from junior high school, neither had a CET-4 certificate nor a university diploma. A few companies had lower requirements for academic qualifications, but they wanted work experience.
Xiao Bing had experience playing with guns, surviving in the harshest environments, and killing people. The only thing he didn't have was work experience. Could it be that the elites from " Old A " could only go to construction sites to show off their skills?
Xiao Bing threw the newspaper in his hand onto the round table and brought the imitation mahogany chair he bought at a low price from the second-hand furniture market a few days ago to the courtyard. He sat down with a frown and lit a cigarette. He smoked silently. With his skills, he was more than enough to be a full-time driver, bodyguard, or even a thug for rich people, but these few paths were not very promising.
After smoking a cigarette, Xiao Bing left home and went to the newspaper stand that he had been frequenting for the past few days. The newspaper stand was on the easternmost side of the alley, facing a street that wasn't wide but was very chaotic. An old man in his sixties with gray hair ran the small newspaper stand. Xiao Bing had known this old man who had been running the newspaper stand for nearly twenty years when he was a child. He used to call the old man " Grandpa Sun." When he was in primary school, he came here almost every day to read comics. In his second year of junior high, he read martial arts novels and never paid a single cent.
He once heard from his grandfather that Grandpa Sun was an intellectual back then. He seemed to have been a professor in a university. During the ten years of turmoil, he was beaten into a capitalist roadster and lost his professor status. His wife was implicated and died unjustly. His children drew a clear line with the elderly and did not interact with them. The knowledgeable professor eventually ended up running a newspaper stand on the streets to make a living.
"Xiao Bing, are you here to buy newspapers again?" Grandpa Sun was sorting out the old books he bought from the waste station. He only smiled and glanced at Xiao Bing before burying himself in the pile of books. In the eyes of others, these old books were trash, but in Grandpa Sun's eyes, they were " treasures." In the past decade, the old man had sorted out nearly 100,000 books and donated them to children in the mountains.
When Grandpa Sun picked out a few university textbooks with new leather covers from the hundreds of books, he shook his head and sighed. He said to Xiao Bing,""Children nowadays don't know how to cherish their lives. They have good food, warm clothes, and books to study. They have such good days, but they waste their time. They even throw away their textbooks. When I was in university, our country was suffering from famine. The food in the canteen was rationed. One cornbread…A small plate of salted vegetables…After drinking a bowl of millet porridge that was similar to plain water, he went to the library and sat there for an entire day.”
Xiao Bing nodded. The old man was disappointed that he did not live up to his expectations. In the army, he understood that only adversity could sharpen talents. Only when he was in a desperate situation did he realize how beautiful life was. Therefore, the series of blows over the years had stung Xiao Bing, but it was not enough to crush him, who was extremely strong. Even if his first love chose to betray him when he needed it most and threw herself into the arms of another man, he would still face it with his head held high.
He had never been afraid of death when he was in a desperate situation. Why would he be afraid of a woman's betrayal?
"Adversity can sharpen a person's temperament, which means that one can only become a better person if they suffer hardship. Most of the people of the post-80s generation have a smooth life. After leaving school and entering society, it's inevitable that they will encounter a lot of trouble.”Xiao Bing was also born in the 1980s, but his experiences were unimaginable to his peers. The steel gun he had held tightly, the blood he had shed, and the corpses he had fallen at his feet had given him a maturity that far exceeded his peers.
He smiled and squatted down to help Grandpa Sun organize the old books. Literature, economics, and journals were clearly divided. Every day, he would come over as free labor, talk to the old man, and talk about his glory and misfortune in the army. It was also a form of entertainment. These days, Grandpa Sun had given him a lot of books, most of which were inspirational books. He was probably afraid that he would be depressed after a series of setbacks.
"This is today's Northern News. After you're done reading it, just put it on the shelf inside. It's useless for you to buy this newspaper every day.”Grandpa Sun walked into the newspaper stand and handed a newspaper to Xiao Bing. Xiao Bing had never been polite to Grandpa Sun. He took it and naturally flipped to the recruitment page. He frowned and read it. He had gradually lost interest in the recruitment advertisements in the newspaper for more than ten days. He continued to read it because he was hoping to get lucky.
"Xiao Bing, people have to start from small things. Only by doing small things well will there be a chance to do big things. Just as the old saying goes... Don't set your sights too high. I've been friends with your grandfather for nearly 30 years. I've watched you grow up. If you work hard, you'll definitely stand out one day.”Grandpa Sun pushed up his black-rimmed presbyopic glasses and smiled kindly. Grandpa Sun had never thought of himself as an expert with great wisdom. He believed that his old eyes could not tell that a young man with extraordinary bones was not someone ordinary in a vast sea of people. He dared to say that Xiao Bing would one day stand out because he had understood this child's character for many years.
"Grandpa Sun, I know. I will remember your teachings.”Xiao Bing nodded with a smile, warmth surging in his heart. The only elder who cared about him from the bottom of his heart was Grandpa Sun.
Xiao Bing helped Grandpa Sun tidy up the old books and listened to the old man talk about some things during the Cultural Revolution. Two hours passed before he knew it. The sun was setting. He greeted the old man and went back to the rented courtyard. At this time, Ning Xiu 'er had already finished her business and helped him tidy up the house while Xiao Bing was away.
For more than ten days, this girl would come back every night to tidy up Xiao Bing's house, no matter how clean it was. It was not that she was infatuated by Xiao Bing's mighty body or was infatuated with him. She had her own thoughts, which included 70% gratitude and 30% of the natural diligence of a mountain girl.
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