Chapter Eighty-Eight: Front Page
"Actually, it's good to cry, but it doesn't hurt to cry. ”
Lin Miao poured He Shengming a glass of cheap boiled water.
Because the thermos is too heavy, he doesn't dare to touch it now, so don't think about drinking tea.
Moving over the small bench, Lin Miao looked at and talked to He Shengming who was sitting on the sofa across the coffee table. But He Shengming's mental state was quite poor, and he just listened to Lin Miao talking there alone, and he didn't have the spirit that a young reporter should have.
"Crying is actually a conditioned reflex, part of the body's self-protection mechanism, and there is no benefit at all in holding on. When a person is crying, the cerebral cortex stimulates the hypothalamus to secrete a pain suppressant, which can reduce pain on the one hand, and indirectly accelerate the secretion of dopamine on the other hand, making people feel happy. There is also the discharge of tears, which also helps to adjust blood pressure and avoid strong constriction of blood vessels caused by strong external stimulation, which has a bad impact on various organs of the human body, especially cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels. So crying out is a good thing, both physically and psychologically, and it's good for the body. There is a way that it is not a sin for a man to cry, and no matter how strong a person is, he has the right to cry......"
He Shengming was finally resurrected by Lin Miao, and couldn't help asking, "Is that the case?"
"Huh? No. Lin Miao shook her head very shamefully, and replied without restraint, "These are all made up by me, you see that I am very sincere, in order to coax you not to cry, I even betrayed the spirit of science." ”
He Shengming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking very painful.
Lin Miao didn't rush to kill everything, and after waiting for a long time, He Shengming finally relieved himself and said in a deep voice: "Children, let's talk about your Olympiad gold medal." ”
"Nothing to talk about. Lin Miao said lightly, "It's not a world champion, and it's also at the elementary school level, this championship actually has no weight, that is, it's just stained with my light." ”
He Shengming's eyebrows and feet were jumping.
How does that sound so poor, but—
It's logically fine......
If it weren't for the fact that the person who won the jackpot was Lin Miao, what would be the difference between this year's Dongou Primary School Olympiad and previous years?
Isn't it because the first place winner is a 7-year-old child, so there is such a big reaction in society?
From this point of view, it is indeed correct to say that the award of the city's primary school Olympiad champion is stained with the light of the winners......
He Shengming was once again told by Lin Miao that his interview thinking collapsed, but although his thinking collapsed, his spirit was no longer so fragile.
He maintained his sanity strongly, and looked at Lin Miao for half a minute, and finally another train of thought popped up in his mind, and asked: "I heard that you rejected the invitation of the junior class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, is it true?"
"It's not a refusal. Lin Miao admitted this matter in disguise, and explained, "I think this should be called the most beneficial choice for myself, the junior class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is of course a very cutting-edge place, but I don't think I have the conditions to study there before." ”
He Shengming finally heard a human word, couldn't help but show a smile, and asked: "But the professors of the juvenile class have come to you from the capital to find you, and he has personally visited you, and you still say that your conditions are not enough, is it a bit ...... It's too hypocritical?"
"Oh?" Lin Miao smiled slightly, laughing so much that He Shengming's heart trembled, and then replied eloquently, "If you say no, but your body is very honest, it's called hypocrisy." But I just said no, and I didn't want my body, which is called Leiluo. In fact, the most difficult thing to be a human being is to be self-aware. If you think of yourself as high, you are not good, you are easy to be arrogant, you are easy to be arrogant, and you are easy to fail; if you look down on yourself, you are not good, you are easy to set limits on yourself, you are easy to be self-satisfied, and you are easy to give up. If a person can't recognize his own ability, he will definitely not be able to figure out his position in society, and a person who can't even figure out what position he is in, his life plan, his goal line, and his way of working hard will definitely not be right. In our society, such people abound, but I am not. I know very well what I can do, what I can't do, what I can do, I will do my best to do my best, what I can't do, even if you hold me up to heaven, I will not touch it. Lao He, I don't go to the juvenile class, not because of hypocrisy, not because of fear, but because I have self-knowledge. ”
He Shengming was shouted by Lin Miao's "Old He" so much that his eyelids were jumping.
He even got goosebumps all over his body, and was a little skeptical that under Lin Miao's skin, there was something that science couldn't explain. In this room with only two people, He Shengming, who began to make up for his brain automatically, was a little afraid that the child in front of him would suddenly jump up, and then open his bloody mouth and swallow him in one gulp.
This kid is a monster at all!
"Self-knowledge......" He Shengming was silent for a long time, and then muttered softly, as if asking himself, and as if asking Lin Miao, "I doubt now that I can be a good reporter......
"Look at what you think, who are you competing with!" Lin Miao didn't give He Shengming time to examine himself, and immediately replied with a smile, "If you compare yourself with the world's top journalists and plan to have a Pulitzer Prize or something like that, you are definitely not suitable now." But if you just want to eat and treat a journalist as an ordinary job, to be honest, as long as you are literate, as long as you are not deaf and dumb, who can't do this job as a journalist?"
"Do you look down on reporters like that?" He Shengming said with a wry smile.
Lin Miao replied with a relaxed attitude: "It's not that I look down on reporters, at most I look down on some people who are engaged in this industry and live by this job, but they don't work hard to make themselves improve when they do a bad job." To put it simply, every industry has industry garbage, and every industry garbage should be despised. But you're okay, you're quite serious, because the real garbage will definitely not question yourself like you. Lao He, I think it's good for you to do this, you have to believe in yourself. ”
He Shengming smiled.
Encouraged by a 7-year-old child, it feels like a real nyima complex......
It's really, really embarrassing......
However, what made He Shengming even more devastated was that Lin Miao's goods were endless, and the more he talked, the more energetic he became: "It is normal for a person to feel confused at work, and people who are not confused are already standing at the top of the industry." Those people have long been thinking not about individual work, but about the development of the entire industry. In fact, all industries in the world are about qualifications, professional education level, working time, work experience, work achievement awards, each point can make you a little behind others, or a little ahead of others. So don't be in a hurry, you don't have to doubt yourself, you just have to know that you are in a similar position to your peers, which means that you are not lagging behind. If the individual with your contemporaneity fails to keep up with you, it is equivalent to you leading them, who can go to the end, who will go the farthest, career is a long-distance race, it doesn't matter if you are one step faster or one step slower, the key is that your own pace can not stop. Wise people only compare themselves to themselves, and those who declare war on the whole world are all bad pens. ”
"Smart people, only compare ...... with yourself" He Shengming, who had already been ridiculed by Lin Miao, involuntarily repeated this sentence, as if he was enlightened, and silently thought in his heart: Yes, what am I uncomfortable with? What is the comparison between me and this child? He is him, I am me, he is a prodigy, but I He Shengming is no worse than others......
Half a bowl of chicken soup takes people's money, and two tons of chicken soup takes people's IQ.
The power of chicken soup, which is far beyond what people in this era can bear, unconsciously entered He Shengming's heart in Lin Miao's casual swaying. Looking at the gushing Lin Miao, He Shengming, who was already cold in his heart, gradually brightened his eyes.
He vaguely felt that he was transparent, let go, and even had an epiphany.
Then, at a certain moment, the knot in my heart was suddenly untied.
"Classmate Lin Miao!" He Shengming shouted, slowly stood up with a solemn expression, and bowed deeply to Lin Miao.
Damn! I'm scared to death! Why do you use this kind of funeral action on your father?!
Lin Miao was taken aback by He Shengming's behavior as if possessed by a ghost, and shouted in his heart three times in a panic to dodge, and asked sharply: "What do you want to do?!"
He Shengming completely ignored Lin Miao's foul language, he straightened his waist and replied with a straight face: "Classmate Lin Miao, thank you very much for saying these words to me today, I will keep it in my heart!"
What did I say...... I just seemed to be just a random......
Lin Miao was surprised that He Shengming had already packed his briefcase, and then nodded heavily at Lin Miao, his eyes were evil, his expression was wild, and he walked out of the door of Lin Miao's house with his head held high.
Lin Miao looked at his back and muttered softly: "How much drama has this product added to himself, it's too exaggerated, okay......"
……
He Shengming's heart was churning like boiling water.
He went downstairs, walked to the side of the road, and took a taxi back to the newspaper office.
Walking back to his desk in a hurry, He Shengming put down his briefcase, took out a pen and paper, and wrote: "I didn't believe that there was a prodigy in this world, but when the facts were in front of me, all doubts disappeared......
Forty minutes later, an emotionally charged comment from Mr. Ho was swept away.
He did not make revisions or review the manuscript, but when he was done, he stood up and hurried to today's duty room.
Pushing the door in, Ding Shaoyi was chatting with today's duty director in the room.
He Shengming handed over the manuscript, and the head on duty took it and read it quickly, and after reading it, he patted his leg and asked in shock: "This kid refused the invitation of the Chinese Academy of Sciences?"
He Shengming nodded.
The duty director turned his head and asked Ding Shaoyi: "Director Ding, what do you think?"
Ding Shaoyi laughed and said: "Needless to say, it must be on the front page!"
"Xiao He, I sent you this article, the young man did a good job. ”
The duty director patted He Shengming on the shoulder and strode out.
He Shengming looked excited, and shouted wildly in his heart: "I can do it!
……
Ten minutes later, the Admissions Office of the University of the Chinese Academy of Sciences received a call from Dongou City.
After some communication, a person in charge at the other end said in a very firm tone: "For a good seedling like Lin Miao, we will not give up easily." Just because your child doesn't want to come now doesn't mean he doesn't want to come in the future. We will pay close attention to the children's learning and growth, and we will definitely let the children come to us to study whenever they have the opportunity. Please ask the relevant departments and media friends of Dongou City to convey their sincerity and greetings to Lin Miao on behalf of our school. ”
These words were recorded by the duty director on this day.
The next Sunday morning, the Dongou Daily was freshly released.
On the front page headline, the title "Our city's primary school Olympiad champion declined the invitation to the juvenile class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences" was written, and it was also accompanied by Lin Miao's award-winning photo at the city's sports activity center.
On the same day, almost all the newspaper kiosks in Dongou City were out of stock.
Also in the early morning of this day, Qin Wanqiu came back from buying vegetables from the vegetable market in the morning and picked up the newspaper that was thrown on the ground in front of his house.
She pushed the door and entered the house, where the daughter had already combed her hair obediently and was sitting at the dining table writing her homework.
Qin Wanqiu smiled slightly, stepped forward, put down breakfast and newspaper together, patted her daughter's little head gently, and said softly, "Eat first." ”
"Hmm. Luo Li obediently put down his pen, then curiously picked up the newspaper that he didn't understand most of the words, then took a closer look, and suddenly pointed to the photo on the front page and shouted: "Mom! Mom! I know this little friend!"
Qin Wanqiu poked her head strangely, and saw her daughter said excitedly: "It's this little friend, he is learning the piano in the Children's Palace, and it is also the piano I used before!
"Hmm, show it to your mother...... declined the invitation of the juvenile class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Lin Miao, 7 years old, the city's Olympiad champion, and his father is Lin Guorong, a writer in our city...... It's really this kid......" Qin Wanqiu took the newspaper and read it quickly, and after reading it, she couldn't help but smile, she touched her daughter's head, and sighed lightly, "Dongou City is really small, this can make you meet ......"