Chapter 115

"Those voices,

People who say that generations are not as good as generations should look at you;

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Learn a war method freely, enjoy a love, enjoy a novel, and travel to distant places.

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

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So,

Rush, back wave!

We are in the same surging river. "

Mu Qingmei looked at the article and couldn't put it down for a long time. She greedily read it several times like a delicacy. She didn't reluctantly let go of the article until the new candidate sitting opposite wanted to borrow the test questions.

Wonderful!

It's so exciting!

She wanted to take it down and go back to show it to the people in the white night!

Just reading the above words, Mu Qingmei seems to see a generous and respected elder. His eyes are full of expectations for the future generations, and his heart is full of envy for the future generations. His words are sincere blessings and appreciation for the future generations.

Although there is no signature of the author, Mu Qingmei believes that this must have been written by a knowledgeable old scholar!

I don't know where Jing Zhengwei came from. Mu Qingmei has read a lot of books, but she hasn't read this beautiful article. Is it the blessing of Yanjing Royal College to the freshmen? Well, it's very possible. After all, xuanzhu county and Yanjing have poor information. Then Jing Zhengwei took this article to assess us and pretended to force... Ah, he deliberately didn't write the author's name. Do you think we would be foolish enough to think that this kind of good article was written by your Jing family?

However, the examination questions were so decent that it was beyond Mu Qingmei's expectation. She thought that the examination was to screen the dog legs, but now it seems that this examination is to screen out a group of conscientious scholars who have deep expectations for the future, young people and society.

I can't understand Jing Zhengwei's operation.

wait.

Mu Qingmei thought about it. Maybe it can be operated in the opposite direction? The better you write in this exam, the more true you feel, but you won't be hired? Only those dog legs who sing praises and flatter around the corner can become the backbone of this garbage newspaper?

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

It is worthy of being Jing Zhengwei, a profiteer. This wave of reverse operation is too dirty!

In vain, I thought you might be happy, gratitude and hatred, but you can't see the good people in the slave trade!

Although she has been aware of the truth, Mu Qingmei will answer seriously. Although she is bound to enter the newspaper through the back door, she still needs to do some superficial work.

And the blood aroused by this article also makes Mu Qingmei eager to write something to express her feelings. To be honest, she usually writes small poems and essays. Everyone says that she writes as strong and powerful as her tactics~

Just as Mu Qingmei was about to write, she suddenly heard a quarrel behind her:

"Don't you have any better clothes?"

"Sorry, this is already my cleanest clothes..."

Mu Qingmei turned her head and saw a young man in coarse linen bowing down to apologize in front of the staff. His face was tanned, his hands were thick and cocooned, and he seemed to live on labor. Although there are many patches on the clothes, it can be seen that they have been carefully prepared, there are not many wrinkles, and they are washed very clean.

But he had a very strange smell, like the smell of sewer and garbage, which soon spread on the second floor. Mu Qingmei knows the source of this smell - the waste treatment plant in xuanzhu county is located in the poorest slum in the outer city. People living there naturally have a bad smell.

The staff thought it was the smell brought by the young man's clothes, so they were picky, but it was not too difficult. They handed him an application form and motioned him to the long table to answer.

When the young people came over, the smell became stronger and stronger, which made the candidates look angrily. The people who come to Jingjia newspaper to apply for jobs are short of money, but they are not poor enough to live in garbage slums. They have a little culture and even went to junior high school. They don't live on labor on weekdays. Naturally, they can't stand this smell.

Just as the young man wanted to sit down, he was stared at by the people next to him. He stood beside him at a loss. Mu Qingmei couldn't bear it. She waved and motioned him to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Everyone was answering, and the young man knew he couldn't speak. He bowed to Mu Qingmei with gratitude. Just next to Mu Qingmei is the corner. He pulls the chair to the furthest distance from Mu Qingmei, puts the top half of the paper on the table, and carefully picks up the test question with only his index finger and thumb, as if he was afraid of soiling the paper.

Mu Qingmei just wanted to answer, when she suddenly heard a strange coo. She blinked, turned her head to the red faced young man, thought about moving the chair, took out a bag of dumplings from her handbag and handed it to him.

Tuanzi was bought by her on her way to the newspaper office. She is going to go back tonight and work as a midnight snack after practicing the tactics of war.

The young man waved his hand again and again. He looked at the ball and swallowed a mouthful of saliva very hard. Whispered, "thank you, thank you, but I don't have to eat, thank you."

"You've been hungry for at least a day... Mu Qingmei is not hungry. She naturally knows how long she won't 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'll have dinner when I go back."

"That's why you haven't eaten anything today?" Mu Qingmei was slightly stunned: "why?"

"It's all right." the young man whispered, "I came to the newspaper today to apply for a job. I don't have to work at noon in the morning. I can eat or not... Sorry, I'm not afraid of your jokes."

Mu Qingmei blinked. Since he said so, in order to protect his dignity, she had to take the dumpling back.

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

The right to choose.

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

Learn knowledge, enjoy love, enjoy novels and travel.

Do these things have anything to do with those who can only live at the bottom and budget carefully for survival? People who have to keep their meals until before work are qualified to pursue these things?

Weak people are used to ridicule and negation. Strong people never stingy praise and encouragement.

But ordinary people, who didn't grow up stumbling and suffering countless ridicules and negations? Just because he suffered a lot, is he 'weak'? What kind of people are those who live in praise and encouragement?

The more she studies, the more she tastes different. This exciting and beautiful article gradually became a monster biting people's hearts in her eyes.

In the final analysis, why did she see this article with the right to choose, enjoy and cultivate her preferences,

They are young people who are admired, respected and appreciated by the "wave leaders",

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

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

But is she? Does she deserve it?

She's not. She doesn't deserve it.

She Mu Qingmei is just one of thousands of ordinary young people. She had no choice but to overthrow the tyranny of the silver blood society and smash the fortress built by the "front waves" for their brutal rule, whether it was for this land or for her brother's water.

Those who have the future are not those young people whose lives are like weeds, but those who live in the boudoir courtyard and grow up with the golden key. They are the son 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 to Jing Zhengwei, and calls it "back wave". However, young people who can't live well will feel that this article is talking to themselves; Young people who have a bad life will also feel that they are talking to themselves.

At a young age, who is willing to admit that he has no choice and has a bleak future?

The so-called being cheated is just too much.

Thinking through this, Mu Qingmei couldn't help taking a breath and felt a cold permeating the bone marrow.

Is this Jing Zhengwei's real intention?

This article is not a hymn for praising merit and virtue, nor the sincere blessing of predecessors to future generations, but a fool's movement that arouses blood and gives hope. It makes people full of hope, but it makes people subconsciously ignore the thick barriers of reality; It makes people excited, but it makes people actively follow the wrong values of this era.

What a cruel man.

What a poisonous text.

At this time, Mu Qingmei finally realized that Jing Zhengwei's position was completely different from that of other newspapers - Jing Zhengwei had reached a higher level when other newspapers would only make up stories that no one believed.

A fooling and righteous level.

He's right. You can't refute him at all. You're even willing to believe him.

Mu Qingmei thought so far, and Mu Qingmei began to think about how to answer.

Although she is bound to be hired, she still hopes that she can come up with a wonderful article to counterattack the examination question. I don't know who wrote this article, but whoever it is, it means that Jing Zhengwei has an author who has insight into people's hearts and incites emotions.

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

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

In her opinion, "according to the central idea of its performance, write a similar essay" is no less than Jing Zhengwei's ridicule -- "hahaha, it's funny to see your group of sand sculptures boiling with blood.".

She thought about it for an hour. Everyone else has written it and submitted it. She's still holding it. She looks like Calvin.

"Well... Thank you. Bye."

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

Looking at his emaciated back and washed gray clothes, Mu Qingmei suddenly blessed her heart - she knew what to write.

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At night, Yue Yu sat in his study, and Qinglan sat opposite him, reading the test paper carefully and correcting it with glasses.

After watching it for a while, Qinglan couldn't help taking off her glasses, rubbing her eyes, drinking a mouthful of coconut milk and complaining, "childe, it's still important for you to admit editors. I really can't afford this responsibility."

"I'm not afraid. You can accept it at will. I believe in your vision."

But I'm short-sighted... Qinglan asked, "but what if my eyes are bad? You'd better come..."

"I'm not afraid. If anything happens, the childe is your strongest backing. I'll be responsible for anything!" Yue Yu said curiously.

If a few days ago, Qinglan would have been moved by these words, but now she has seen through - the childe just didn't want to work, so she just pushed all the work to her!

How did someone buy Qingguan from xiangxuehai and let her go to work? Has the world changed for the better or worse... Qinglan kept complaining, but after a break, she honestly continued to read the candidate's test paper.

At the same time, Yue Yu is also reading the test paper.

He wanted to see if anyone could see the truth of the test question.

"To four thousand years later"... Oh, sing praises, No

"The soul of burning steel"... Gee, what a thick hot-blooded chicken soup, No

"For the blue and clean world"... Gee, what rubbish, no more. "

Until Yue Yu took out a test paper, he raised his eyebrows and showed a strange expression.

The title of this paper is:

We have worked hard for decades. How can we compare with the accumulation of your generations