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I am the chief interviewer of the head office of East China Media Company, and my name is Mr. Hu.

Actually, I'm not that old, I'm only forty-six, I can only say that I am not young, but I am not very old, at least I think so.

I thought I would never remember it again, but I met him.

Today, I interviewed a student, he has dark circles under his eyes, his height should not be short, at least taller than me, but his body is very small, and he is a little hunchbacked.

But I think it may be because of the excessive grief that he lost his parents a year ago.

He, like me, is a graduate of the Central Conservatory of Music, and he is the first in the past. He, I can't help but remind me of my story.

I have no background, I really don't have a background, I can enter the Central Conservatory of Music, all by my own efforts, that year's college entrance examination, how many points did I score?

Alas, people are old, and I can't remember clearly.

But I think it should be the first in the province.

I worked really hard, and when I look back now, I always feel that I was crazy at that time, really crazy, my background was average, but I was always able to go to a good school, because since junior high school, I got up at 4 o'clock in the morning every day and went to bed at 12 o'clock at night, and there was a poster of the Central Conservatory of Music in my room, and the poster painted the east gate of the academy, which is also the largest door.

For me, that's more glamorous than the door of the Louvre, which is the door to the temple of art.

When I was in junior high school, I set the goal of entering this art palace, so I ate vegetables and nibbled on steamed buns, saved up for living expenses, and went to an Internet café to study music theory, heh, this may be the reason why I am only 170 tall.

So I like to buy boosters, buy all kinds of boosters, that's my shortcoming, I want to cover it.

Luckily, I went to a good high school, a good high school, but the moment I stepped into the class, I saw an acquaintance who also saw me and greeted me with a smile.

He was my junior high school classmate, an all-rounder with tattoos, who could eat, drink, prostitute and sampling.

I can't believe it, because in my consciousness, how can such a person be worthy of the high school that I got up early and went to bed late!

Later I understood that he deserved it.

That's what I understood in my sophomore year of high school, from the shoes under his feet, from the shoes that I didn't know my name until high school, and from the fact that he had servants driving Maybach to and from school every day.

I used to think that the servant was his father.

The day I understood, the day I changed.

I started to be less optimistic, I closed myself off, I refused to socialize, I refused to make friends, I refused to fall in love, and the only goal that allowed me to survive was the poster at the head of the bed in a room of less than ten square meters, which was my only light in my gray world.

I'm not smart, but I know and do a saying - stupid birds fly first.

I really worked hard, in my three years of high school, I only gave myself three days of winter vacation, and during those three days, I watched the Spring Festival Gala with my parents, ate Chinese New Year's Eve had a good meal, and had a good chat...... Oh no, there's nothing left between us to talk about.

I was the most unpopular group of people in high school, my family background was not good, I was an average person, I closed myself, and I was good for nothing but grades.

I became a nerd.

But I don't care, only there will always be bumps on the road to success, and I don't care about other people's opinions.

But life is too hard.

In the second semester of my junior year of high school, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I dropped out of school to save her.

High school is good and expensive.

I had to learn on my own.

Well, I've always been self-taught anyway.

Finally, I stepped through the door to the temple of music.

Finally, my mother didn't see my acceptance certificate.

Life is really hard.

I don't know if that sentence can be used here - it will be a success.

I've given so much for my dreams, really too much.

With sadness and excitement, I had a breakdown.

One day in my freshman year, I saw the "all-rounder" in the campus toilet again, and he was following a group of "brothers" to block a classmate with glasses in a corner.

He saw me and greeted me with the tattooed hand.

"Hey, long time no see. ”

I lowered my head and walked out. Before leaving, I heard him spit and foam.

"He's a fucking nerd. ”

I didn't see what happened to the classmate who was blocked, but I felt as if I was him, but he wore glasses, and I didn't.

It turned out that I ran desperately, but I couldn't compare to him who I looked down on back then.

It turns out that some people do not need to run.

Their life is not to compete, but to watch movies, to watch us fight hard, to compete, to squeeze out other people on a single-plank bridge, like a spectator in the Roman gladiatorial arena, they only have to be responsible for cheering, the blood of the duel on the field will never be splashed in his face, they just need to scold, or jump and cheer, and when this game is over, they will go home, and when the next game begins, they will still be there.

As for me, the gladiator of the Colosseum, I don't know if I'm in a cage or buried outside the wilderness in the next fight.

Fortunately, I was good enough, I graduated first, and in my junior year, I passed the interview perfectly under the review of the examiner, and got the qualification for the internal contract, and now twenty-four years later, I am sitting in the position where I was assessed, assessing another young man, and he, as I said back then:

I, will be!

This sentence contains the pride of how many thorns have been passed!

How much he is like me!

We are all fighters who have fought a lot of battles in the gladiatorial arena, and it took us more than ten years to defeat all the competitors, so today, he stands here and I sit here. This is our pride!

We are the true all-rounders of music, let those who only rely on their parents get out of the way, we deserve to sit or stand in this position!

He also experienced how much pain and suffering, how much depression and frustration.

He also had the pain of losing a loved one, but he did better than me, and he was more filial than me.

Looking at him, I like it very much, I feel that I saw myself back then, which reminds me of myself back then.

I am the chief interviewer of the head office of East China Media Company, and my name is Mr. Hu.

Actually, I'm not that old, I'm only forty-six, I can only say that I am not young, but I am not very old, at least I think so.

But, until I met him, I realized that another me had appeared, and I, old.

Oh, patronizing the memories, I forgot that I was interviewing now.

I'm really looking forward to it, and what about his performance, I'm really looking forward to it.

Oh?

It seems to be played and sung, but the title of this song, "I Am a Little Bird"?

I haven't heard of it.

Could it be that he wrote the song himself?

Oh, it's an all-rounder.

Well, let me hear it, the song you wrote.