Chapter 20 Section 2 Difficulties will always pass

The newspaper office is far away from the urban village where I live, and I have to change buses twice a day to get to the newspaper office.After unannounced visits to counterfeit cigarettes, my identity may have been exposed. I decided to move out of the village in the city and move to a place near the newspaper office. However, the rent of the house near the newspaper office was very expensive, far exceeding my salary of 500 yuan during the internship period.Moreover, I was short of money at the time, what should I do? I have worked as a security guard, and I have an unusual affinity for security guards.The security guard in charge of our floor is from the Northwest, and I am a fellow villager.Once, I told him that I wanted to move to the newspaper office, but I wondered if it would work?He said, "Just live in quietly at night and don't let others know."

All I had was a quilt and a few books, which I packed into a cardboard box and brought into the newspaper office. Afterwards, whenever the reporters finished writing their manuscripts and went home, I would turn off the lamp, grope in the dark to open the cardboard box, take out the quilt, and spread it on the wooden sofa.At that time, the weather was already very cold, and I didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner in the office for fear of being discovered.In order to keep out the cold, I spread the quilt half and half covered, put the old newspapers under my head, dreamed about my future happy life in the dark, and soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and I often woke up from the cold, and I couldn't fall asleep again after that.I think about my future life, and I use my longing to comfort myself.At that time, I still often think of the little match girl. I think I am much happier than the little girl. I live in the room, but the little girl can only curl up on the street. The first month when I came to the newspaper office was the most difficult month in my life. My salary was not paid, and my life was in jeopardy.I remember one time when I only had a few banknotes left on me, a dime or two, and the total was only one yuan.That day I was hungry from morning to afternoon, and then I couldn't go any longer, so I went to a Lanzhou ramen restaurant near the newspaper office and bought a pancake.I walked out of the ramen restaurant with pancakes and passed a restaurant. Through the glass, I saw a lot of people sitting on the window seats in the restaurant. There were many dishes in front of everyone, exuding a tempting aroma. Can smell it too.I thought, when I have money one day, I will go to this restaurant and eat all the dishes in this restaurant.

Walking past the restaurant is the corner of the street. There are few pedestrians here. I took out the pancakes and swallowed them in two mouthfuls. I haven't tasted the pancakes yet.I remembered the second senior brother who ate ginseng fruit. At that time, I still had a briefcase, which I carried with me every day when I went out for interviews. It was so imposing, and I imagined myself as a big boss with a lot of money.There is an interview book and a book in the briefcase. I always carry a book with me. I can take it out and read it on the bus, on the subway, or while waiting for someone.

Every reporter has a carry-on bag, which contains the items needed for the interview. Such a bag is also a sign to judge the reporter's identity.I once walked into the supermarket, wanting to buy a bag that would match my journalistic status, however, standing in front of the shelf, I hesitated and finally couldn't make up my mind.Those tens of dollars a bag, I feel very expensive. However, as a reporter, you can't do without a bag with you. One night, I found a briefcase in a trash can. This briefcase is so light and thin that it can only hold a few documents in it before it becomes full.The briefcase was made of canvas and had some stains on it.But because of some stains, the owner of the bag threw it into the trash can.Such a briefcase sells for more than ten yuan in supermarkets.

I took out the briefcase from the trash can, ecstatically, washed it overnight, and dried it on the windowsill. At noon the next day, the briefcase was dry, and I put the interview book, pen, and a magazine in the bag. Tucked under his arm, he excitedly went out for an interview.This briefcase made me feel a lot more valuable.In the movies and TV shows at that time, entrepreneurs and those so-called successful people often carried such a briefcase under their armpits. After using it for about a month, the seam where the zipper of the bag is connected to the canvas is loose and needs to be re-sewed. However, in such a big city, I cannot find a sewing shop.In the past, mending clothes was called "sew poor", and it can be seen everywhere in small shops on the street. However, it is hard to find it among the high-rise buildings in the city these years.I don't know where those skilled old tailors have gone.

I have been using such a canvas bag for several months. Every time I go out for an interview, I have to tightly clamp the bag under my armpit, otherwise, things will fall out.Whenever I sit across from those high-ranking officials and wealthy people, when they open their bags and take out their pens for interviews, they will look at my bag and then look at me with a nonchalant face, pretending not to see the secret of this bag. In an alley a few hundred meters away from the newspaper office, there is a waste collection station.There are a large number of newspapers in the newspaper office every day, and each reporter sends a copy. After they look through it, they throw it aside.I thought, if I collect these newspapers and sell them at the waste collection station, they will definitely be able to pay for my meal.However, I also thought that I am an employee of the newspaper office, and I should cherish this newspaper. I can't sell this newspaper as a waste product. That would be an abuse of the newspaper office and an abuse of myself.To be honest, from the first day I joined this newspaper until now, I cherish this newspaper as much as I cherish my own reputation.

Later, I borrowed 200 yuan from a female colleague, and finally passed the days of poverty and poverty. In fact, the most painful thing at that time was not that life was unsustainable, but that I couldn't find good subjects and couldn't be quickly recognized by newspapers.If after three months, you are still unknown or unknown, then you have to pack up and leave.At that time, I really want to become a "big man selling matches".