Die For Life

"Those who keep talking,

People who say that one generation is inferior to one generation should look at you;

Like me, I look at you with envy.

Huiyao has accumulated two thousand years of wealth,

All knowledge, insight, wisdom and art,

Like a gift specially prepared for you;

Science and technology are prosperous, culture is prosperous, and the city is prosperous,

The fruits of civilization are opened up layer by layer, and you can enjoy them to your heart's content;

Free to learn a tactic, enjoy a love, appreciate a novel, travel to distant places.

Many people, you have been free to explore your own interests since childhood;

Many people have entered the age of confidence in childhood;

Don't be confused about what you like and what you don't like.

The barriers between people are broken,

You just rely on the same hobby,

Can make thousands of friends worth a toast,

You have the right we dreamed of-the right to choose

What you love is your life, you are fortunate enough to meet such an era,

But the times are more fortunate to meet you like this.

I look at you with respect.

Salute to your confidence.

Weak people are used to ridicule and denial;

People with strong hearts never give up praise and encouragement.

Salute to your atmosphere,

The villain is in harmony but not in harmony, the gentleman is beautiful, but in harmony but not in harmony.

A younger body is more tolerant of diverse cultural aesthetics and values.

One day I finally found out,

It’s not just how we are teaching you life,

You are also inspiring us how to live a better life.

Those who complain that one generation is inferior to one generation should look at you;

Just like me, I look at you with gratitude;

Because of the best scenery in a city,

It's the young people in this city.

Because of you,

The youth expressed in the novels, music, and dramas of this world

It is no longer sad and confused, but kind, brave, selfless, and fearless.

There is fire in my heart and light in my eyes.

Don’t have to live what we imagined,

The imagination of our generation is not enough to imagine your future;

If you still need our blessings,

So,

Rush, after the wave!

We are in the same rushing river. "

Mu Qingmei looked at the article, unable to let it go for a long time, and read it several times greedily like a delicacy. She reluctantly let go of the article until the new applicant sitting opposite wanted to borrow the test questions.

Bravo!

It's so exciting!

She couldn't wait to copy it down, and then go back and show it to the people of Bai Ye!

Just reading the text above, Mu Qingmei seemed to see a respectable and generous elder. His eyes were full of expectations for the younger generation, and his heart was full of envy for the younger generation. His words are all Sincere blessings and appreciation to the younger generations.

Although there is no author's signature, Mu Qingmei believes that this must be written by an old scholar with a lot of knowledge!

I don't know where Jing Zhengwei got it, and Mu Qingmei has read a lot of books, but he has never read this beautiful article. Could it be Yanjing Royal Academy's blessing to the freshmen? Well, it is very possible. After all, Xuanzhu County and Yanjing have information gaps, and then Jing Zhengwei used this article to test us to pretend to be... He, deliberately not to write the author's name, do you think we would be so stupid to think that this kind of good article Did your Jing family write it?

However, the examination questions were so decent, it was beyond Mu Qingmei's expectations. She thought that the exam was to filter out dogs, but now it seems that the question is to select a group of conscientious literati who have deep expectations for the future, for young people, and for society.

This Jing Zhengwei's operation is incomprehensible.

and many more.

Mu Qing turned to think about it, maybe this can be done in reverse? The better you write in this exam, the more sincere you will be, but you won’t be hired? Only those praising and flattering doglegs can become the backbone of this **** newspaper?

Although there is no evidence, Mu Qingmei believes that this is the truth: first use a beautiful article to arouse the enthusiasm of the candidates, and then based on their answers, find out who can really rely on bottomless authors...

Worthy of being a profiteer Jing Zhengwei, this wave of reverse operations is too dirty!

In vain, I used to think that you might be a good person who can't see the slave trade with pleasure and enmity!

Although the truth has been sensed, Mu Qingmei will still answer seriously. Although she can certainly enter the newspaper through the backdoor relationship, she still has to do superficial work.

Moreover, the enthusiasm aroused by this article also made Mu Qing eagerly want to write something to express her feelings. To be honest, she usually writes poems and proses. Everyone says that she writes as strong and powerful as her tactics~

Just when Mu Qingmei was about to start writing, she suddenly heard a quarrel from behind:

"Don't you have any better clothes?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is already my cleanest clothes..."

Mu Qing turned her eyebrows and saw a young man dressed in coarse linen, bowed his head and apologized in front of the staff. His face is very tanned, his hands are thick and calloused, and he makes a living from hard work. Although there are many patches on the clothes on his body, it can be seen that they have been carefully prepared, there are not many wrinkles, and they are very clean.

But there was a strange smell on him, like the smell of a mixture of sewers and garbage dumps, and it spread out on the second floor in a short while. Mu Qingmei knew the source of this smell-the poorest slum in the outer city, the garbage disposal plant in Xuanzhu County was inside, and the people who lived there would naturally have a smell.

The staff thought it was the smell of young people's clothes, so they were picky, but they didn't feel too embarrassed. They handed him a registration form and asked him to go to the long table to answer.

When the young people walked over, the odor became stronger, and the applicants couldn't help glaring at him. People who come to the Jingjia Newspaper Office are short of money, but they are not so poor that they live in the garbage slums. They have a little bit of culture and even went to middle schools. They don’t make a living by labor, so they can hardly bear the smell. .

As soon as the young man wanted to sit down, he was glared at by the person next to him. He stood beside him a little at a loss, Mu Qing couldn't bear it, and beckoned, motioning him to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Everyone was answering, and the young man knew that he could not speak, and bowed his eyebrows to Mu Qing gratefully. It happened to be in the corner next to Mu Qing's eyebrows. He pulled the chair to the farthest distance from Mu Qing's eyebrows, placed the top half of the paper on the table, and carefully picked up the test questions with his index finger and thumb to read it, as if he was afraid of staining the paper. .

Just as Mu Qingmei was about to answer, she suddenly heard a strange grunt. She blinked, turned her head to look at the red-faced young man, thought about moving the chair over, took out a packet of dumplings from her handbag and handed it over.

She bought the dumplings on the way to the newspaper office. She plans to go back tonight and serve as a supper after she finishes her tactics.

The young man waved his hands again and again. He glanced at the dumpling and swallowed hard. He whispered: "Thank you, thank you, but I don't have to eat, thank you."

"You are so hungry that you cried out...this is at least one day hungry." Mu Qingmei has not been hungry, she naturally knows how long she will not eat before she will be hungry until her stomach shrinks: "Eat, it's worthless. , It’s hard for you to answer when you’re hungry?"

The young man still shook his head: "No, it doesn't take much effort to answer the questions, and I will have dinner when I go back."

"Then you haven't eaten anything today?" Mu Qing's eyebrows were slightly startled: "Why?"

"It's okay." The young man whispered, "I came to the newspaper office today to apply. I don't have to work at noon in the morning. You can eat or not... I'm sorry, I'm not afraid of you making a joke."

Mu Qing blinked her eyebrows. Since he had said so, in order to maintain his dignity, she had no choice but to take the dumplings back.

Sitting back in her position, Mu Qingmei picked up the test question and read it again, but she read another unspeakable taste.

The right to choose.

But do young people in this land of silver and blood really have the right to choose?

Learn knowledge, enjoy love, appreciate novels, and travel.

Do these things have anything to do with those who can only live at the bottom and plan carefully for survival? Is he qualified to pursue these things if he even has to leave his meals before work?

Only weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial, and those with strong hearts are never stingy with praise and encouragement.

But ordinary people, who didn't stumble and suffer countless ridicules and denials and grew up? Is it ‘weak’ just because of a lot of suffering? And what kind of people are those ‘strong-hearted people’ who live in praise and encouragement?

The more she delved into it, the more different she tasted. This exciting and beautiful article gradually turned into a monster that bites people's hearts in her eyes.

After all, why did her first reaction to this article be joy, excitement, honour, complacency?

That's because she feels that she is the "back wave" mentioned in this article——

Have the right to choose, have the right to enjoy, have the right to cultivate preferences,

A young man who is admired, respected, and grateful by the ‘front waves’,

It is a new generation of youth with an infinite future.

Who doesn't want to be such a "back wave" by himself?

But is she?

she is not.

She Mu Qingmei is just one of thousands of ordinary young people. She couldn't help but had no choice. Whether it was for this land or for her eldest brother to sail the boat, she would overthrow the tyranny of the Silver Blood Society and smash the fortress built by the ‘front waves’ for their brutal rule.

Those who have the future are not their young people who live like weeds, but those who live in the boudoir compound and grow up with the golden key in the future. They are the sons of the consul, the daughter of the boss of the Chamber of Commerce, and Jing Zhengwei.

However, this article binds young people of different classes together, binds her and Jing Zhengwei together, and calls it the "Hou Lang". However, she was unable to see this through at first glance, and was caught by the rhetoric inside. Being deceived is like a child being deceived.

This is not her problem. Mu Qingmei believes that when other people read this article, they will most likely think that they are the "back waves" in it.

Young people who live well will feel that this article is talking to themselves; young people who have a bad life will also feel that this is a dialogue with themselves.

At a young age, who wants to admit that he is a dead bone in a bleak mound with no choice?

The so-called being deceived is just too much to want.

After thinking about this, Mu Qingmei couldn't help taking a breath, feeling a chill penetrate the bone marrow.

Is this Jing Zhengwei's true intention?

This article is not a song of praise for meritorious deeds, nor is it a sincere blessing from predecessors to younger generations, but a foolish movement that arouses enthusiasm and gives hope. It makes people full of hope, but it makes people subconsciously ignore the heavy barriers of reality; it makes people excited, but it makes people proactively follow the values ​​of this anachronism.

Such a cruel person.

Poisonous text.

At this time, Mu Qingmei finally realized that Jing Zhengwei's rank was not at the same level as other newspapers—while other newspapers only made up stories that no one believed, Jing Zhengwei had reached a higher level.

A level that fools people's hearts and is awe-inspiring.

What he said is right, you can't refute him at all, you are even willing to believe him.

For the first time, Mu Qingmei felt that it was great that she could come to this newspaper. Otherwise, if things go on like this, people in White Nights might also be deceived by this newspaper's articles.

After thinking about this, Mu Qingmei also began to think about how to answer.

Although she will inevitably be hired, she still hopes that she can come up with a wonderful article to counter this test question. I don't know who wrote this article, but no matter who it is, it means that Jing Zhengwei has an author who understands people's hearts and incites emotions.

Public opinion can only fight back with public opinion. Although there are no literati in the white night, Mu Qingmei subconsciously feels that this should be his responsibility.

Moreover, she also wanted to avenge herself for being fooled.

In this test question,'Imitate a similar short essay based on the central idea of ​​its performance', in her opinion, is no less than Jing Zhengwei's mockery——'Hahaha, look at the blood of your sand sculptures, it's true Funny enough'.

Thinking about it this way, she thought about it for a full hour. The others have finished writing and submitting it, and she is still holding back, looking like Cavan.

"That...thank you, goodbye."

Mu Qing turned her eyebrows and found that the young man had finished writing, so she smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Looking at his thin back and his gray-washed clothes, Mu Qing's eyebrows were suddenly blessed to her heart-she knew what she should write.

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At night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Leyu sat in the study, Qing Lan sat opposite him, reading the test papers with glasses to make corrections.

After watching it for a long time, Qing Lan couldn't help taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes, drank a sip of coconut milk, and complained: "My son, it's up to you to recruit an editor. I really can't bear this responsibility. ."

"Don't be afraid, you just enroll, I believe in your vision."

But I'm short-sighted... Qing Lan asked, "But what if my vision is bad? It's your son, come on..."

"Don't be afraid, if anything happens, the son will be your strongest backing, what happens, I will be responsible!" Le Yu said curiously.

If Qing Lan would still be touched by these words a few days ago, but she has seen it through now-the son just didn't want to work, so he would give her all the work!

How did someone buy a stubborn woman from Xiangxuehai and let her go to work? Has this world changed for the better or worse... Qing Lan kept complaining in her heart, but she still honestly continued to read the candidate's test paper after taking a rest for a while .

At the same time, Leyu was reading the test papers.

He wanted to see if anyone could gain insight into the truth of the test questions.

""To Four Thousand Years Later"...Hey, sing praises, no, no, no."

""The Soul of Burning Steel"...Hey, it's such a thick hot-blooded chicken soup, no good, no good."

"For the Blue and Pure World"... Hey, what kind of rubbish, no."

It wasn't until Leyu pulled out a test paper that he raised his eyebrows and showed a weird expression.

The title of this test paper is:

"We have worked hard for decades, how can we compare to the accumulation of your generations? 》