Chapter 7 seven

Anjiang made a speech. "My name is An Jiang. An from Ping An, Xinjiang from Xinjiang. My name was changed later. It was changed by my wife. We got married in Xinjiang. I'm in a rest house. I'm alone." An Jiang's voice was very loud. Weak, but unambiguous. "Then what was your previous name?" Ying Chuncao asked.She doesn't like her name, she thinks it sounds like a laid-off female worker.Therefore, I am interested in other people's names, especially the names that have been changed later. "This... let's not talk about it." Anjiang refused.

"Very modest?" Zhou Yunruo said. "What does petty bourgeoisie taste like?" The old man was ignorant and ignorant of the buzzwords in the retirement home. "For example, Xiaoxiao or Lina." Zhou Yunruo said. "Yun Ruo counts too." Chu Qiang interjected. Zhou Yunruo quickly countered: "It doesn't count. Yunruo has a martial arts style." The old lady Anjiang said, "No." "Then what is your nickname?" Zhou Yunruo asked. "This...only the political commissar knows..." Anjiang was in a dilemma.That was her and the political commissar's secret.

Next is Hua Lan's self-introduction. "Hua Lan. It's not a flower basket full of flowers, it's the wind from the bottom of the mountain. I work in a bank and deal with money all day long. I'm a passing God of Wealth. However, it's good that the unit has money, and the cost of medicine is not a problem." Everyone cast envious colors.Cancer is a bottomless pit, and many units with good benefits said at the beginning: Rest assured, take care of the disease, and don't worry about the cost of medicine.Facing the surging medical bills, he quickly changed his face. In the end, he either set a maximum limit or delayed reporting, which made everyone panic.

"In my whole life, except for paying a deposit for hospitalization, I have never touched more than 10,000 yuan. The first time I touched so much money, it was worse than when I couldn't touch it. It hurts to feed it through the small window. Really. I can't figure out that there is money in the sleeves and shoes in the sky and the ground, what's it like?" Ying Chuncao said. Hua Lan had the opportunity to talk about her work and felt a sense of accomplishment.She said: "The smell of money is very unpleasant. Putting a pile of money together is like taking off your old shoes and smelly socks and covering them for three days. Counting the money every day is like a cleaner sweeping the leaves of a tree. I don't feel it. I insist that there is." What kind of feeling, that is, no matter how much money there is in this world, it is not your own, and it is useless to worry about it. It is better not to look at it."

Ying Chuncao was dazed when she heard that, and said sincerely: "Only a person who has passed thousands of dollars can say such a thing." The atmosphere was a little stiff.When Chu Qiang saw that something was wrong and the dispute was caused by himself, the way to settle the matter was to quickly introduce himself: "I am Chu Qiang. Male..." Everyone laughed exaggeratedly, and Chu Qiang won a lottery. "It seems like no one knows that you are a man. According to your introduction, each of us has to add: gender—female." Hua Lan said. Chu Qiang said anxiously: "I also have low self-esteem."

Hua Lan said: "It's strange! It's always women who have lower self-esteem than men. You are a young man, why do you feel inferior?" Chu Qiang said: "In society, women have lower self-esteem than men. But our group is upside down. You are all women, and I am a minority. Just now the group leader said that she has low self-esteem because she is not a patient, so I am neither a patient. , not a woman, even more inferior." I am a graduate of the Department of Psychology, and I work in the General Department of Junyong Biological Company.Teacher Cheng's assistant. "Added another sentence at the end:" Unmarried. "

Everyone laughed: "Good addition." Zhou Yunruo said: "Mine is also simple. Both the undergraduate and postgraduate studies are in Chinese. Due to illness, I haven't finished my studies. I count it as a repeater." Now, the only ones who didn't introduce themselves were Bu Zhenqi and Cheng Mumei.Looking at each other, Cheng Mumei said, "You go first." Bu Zhenqi said: "My name is Bu Zhenqi. I am a cadre and a widow." mpanel(1); Simple, crisp, with a kind of refusal to reject people thousands of miles away.Cheng Mumei coughed dryly, as if she was having a hard time introducing herself.Since it was the last time, she couldn't shirk it, so she hesitated and said, "Cheng Mumei. She works in an agency. She's unmarried."

Cheng Yuanqing looked at his watch. This action was contagious. Everyone looked at their watches involuntarily. There was not much time left for the first group activity.Cheng Yuanqing said: "There is an old saying in China that one hundred years of cultivation can be done by the same boat. The group is a small boat sailing to the harbor of each soul. When everyone comes together, it is fate and even more blessing. Now, everyone signs a contract." After finishing speaking, Cheng Yuanqing took out a stack of papers, gave it to Cheng Mumei who was beside him, and motioned to pass it on to everyone.Everyone was given a piece and looked at it in a hurry.

group contract 1 I voluntarily join the group for the growth of myself and my peers. 2 I strive to be frank and honest, sharing with others the experience of my life. 3 I will keep the group a secret. 4 I abide by the discipline and system of the group.Don't be late, don't leave early.In case of illness and other special circumstances, please ask the team leader for leave in advance.If you are unable to participate in the activities of the group twice, it is considered as quitting the group. 5 During the group process, the body and mind may be disturbed, and I have the necessary understanding and preparation for this.

Signatory: "It's like joining an underground party." Lu Lu fanned his face with the signing paper like a fan.The paper is soft, bowed like an arch bridge, and the crackling sound is a bit harsh. "Have you ever joined the underground party?" Anjiang old man asked calmly but with great weight. "No. How old am I, how can I compare with you!" Lu Lu pretended to be respectful and obviously superior. "The real underground party doesn't keep any paper," An Jiang said. Zhou Yunruo said: "I don't understand. Since I asked for leave, why can't I participate again if I don't come twice? No one did it on purpose."

Everyone said, "Don't be so strict. Three times." Cheng Yuanqing said: "The activities of the group have a lot of continuity. If you don't come once, you don't know a lot of information. If you don't come twice, you will lose more opportunities. The group members seem to be the same people, but the pace of their hearts is not the same. Similarly, there will be estrangement, and I will not be responsible for the group and myself. Therefore, it is limited to two times, and there will be no extension.” After finishing speaking, Cheng Yuanqing took out a very old iron box, round and flat like a tambourine, with rough patterns printed on the surface, red flowers and willows, and it was hard to tell whether it was "hundred bird feathers" or "a thousand purples and reds".