"Those who keep talking,

Those who say that one generation is not as good as the one should look at you;

Like me, I look at you with envy.

Radiance has accumulated two thousand years of wealth,

All knowledge, insight, wisdom and art,

Like a gift for you;

Science and technology are prosperous, culture is flourishing, and cities are prosperous,

The fruits of civilization are opened layer by layer and can be enjoyed to the fullest;

Freely learn a tactic, enjoy a love, appreciate a one, and travel to faraway places.

Many of you, since you were a child, have been freely exploring your interests;

Many people enter the age of confusion in childhood;

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

The barriers between people are broken,

You have only the same hobby,

can make thousands of friends worthy of a toast,

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

What you love is your life, and you are fortunate enough to meet such times,

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

I look at you with respect.

Hats off to your confidence.

Weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial;

People who are strong at heart never hesitate to praise and encourage.

Salute to your atmosphere,

The villain is the same but not harmonious, the gentleman is beautiful and beautiful, harmonious but different.

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

One day I finally found out,

It's not just how we teach you how to live,

You are also inspiring us on how to live better.

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

Like me, I look at you with gratitude;

Because of the best scenery in a city,

It's the young people of the city.

Because of you,

The youth expressed in music and drama in this world

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

It is a fire in the heart and a light in the eyes.

We don't have to live the way we imagined,

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

If you still need our blessings,

so

Rush, back waves!

We are in the same rushing river."

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

It's so exciting!

It's so exciting!

She can't wait to take it and go back to show it to the people of the White Night!

Just reading the above words, Mu Qingmei seems to see a virtuous and generous elder, his eyes are full of expectations for his juniors, his heart is full of envy for his juniors, and his every word is a sincere blessing and appreciation for his juniors.

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

I don't know where Jing Zhengwei found it, Mu Qingmei has read a lot of books, but she hasn't read this splendid article either. Could it be the blessing of the Yanjing Royal Academy to the new students? Well, it's very likely, after all, Xuanzhu County and Yanjing have poor information, and then Jing Zhengwei used this article to assess us and pretend to be ...... Heh, you deliberately don't write the name of the writer, do you think we will be stupid enough to think that this kind of good article was written by your Jing family?

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

I can't understand Jing Zhengwei's operation.

Wait a minute.

Mu Qingmei thought about it, maybe this can be reversed? The better you write in this exam, the more sincere your feelings are, but will you not be hired? Only those dogs who sing praises and pat their feet can become the backbone of this garbage newspaper?

Although there is no evidence, Mu Qingmei believes that this is the truth: first use a splendid article to arouse the enthusiasm in the hearts of applicants, and then according to their answers, find out the bottomless authors who can really be relied on......

is worthy of the profiteer Jing Zhengwei, this wave of reverse operation is too dirty!

In vain, I used to think that you might be a good person who was happy and hated the slave trade!

Although she has already sensed the truth, Mu Qingmei will still answer seriously. Although she will inevitably enter the newspaper through a backdoor connection, she still needs to do superficial work.

And the enthusiasm aroused by this article also made Mu Qingmei can't wait to write something to express her feelings. To tell the truth, she usually writes small poems and prose, and everyone says that she writes as strong as her tactics~

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

"Don't you have any better clothes?"

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

Mu Qingmei turned her head and saw a young man in a coarse linen dress bowing his head and bending down to apologize in front of the staff. His face was tanned, his hands were thick and calloused, and he looked like he was laboring for a living. Although the clothes on the body have many patches, it can be seen that they have been carefully prepared, there are not many wrinkles, and they are very clean.

But he had a strange smell on him, like the stench of sewers and garbage heaps, which soon spread on the second floor. Mu Qingmei knew the source of this smell - the poorest slum in the outer city, the garbage treatment plant in Xuanzhu County was inside, and the people who lived there naturally had a stench on their bodies.

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

When the young man walked over, the smell of innocence became stronger, and the applicants couldn't help but stare angrily. The people who come to Jingjia Newspaper to apply for jobs, although they are short of money, but they are not so poor that they live in the garbage slums, they are somewhat educated and even have gone to middle school, and they do not live by labor on weekdays, so it is naturally difficult to bear this 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, beckoned, and motioned for him to sit in the vacant seat next to him.

Everyone was answering, and the young man knew that he couldn't speak, so he bowed to Mu Qingmei gratefully and thanked him. It happened that next to Mu Qingmei was in the corner, he pulled the chair to the farthest distance from Mu Qingmei, put the top half of the paper on the table, and carefully picked up the test questions with only his index finger and thumb to read, as if he was afraid of staining the paper.

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

The dumplings were bought on her way to the newspaper office, and she was going to have a supper after going back tonight to practice the tactics of war.

The young man waved his hand repeatedly, he glanced at the gnocchi and swallowed his saliva very hard. "Thank you, thank you, but I don't have to eat, thank you." ”

"You're screaming with hunger...... I've been hungry for at least a day. Mu Qingmei is not without hunger, she naturally knows how long it will take to be hungry until her stomach contractes: "Eat, it's worthless, it's hard for you to answer questions when you're hungry, right?" ”

The young man still shook his head: "No, it doesn't take much effort to answer the questions, and I'll eat when I get back." ”

"So you haven't eaten until now?" Mu Qing's eyebrows were slightly stunned: "Why?" ”

"It's fine." The young man whispered: "I came to the newspaper office today to apply for a job, and I don't have to work in the morning or noon, and I can eat or not...... I'm sorry, I'm not afraid of your jokes. ”

Mu Qingmei blinked, since he said so, in order to maintain his dignity, she had no choice but to take the ball back.

Sitting back in her position, Mu Qingmei picked up the test questions again and read them again, but she read another indescribable 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, appreciate, go on a trip.

Does these things have anything to do with those who can only live at the bottom and make careful calculations in order to survive? Is a man who has to leave his meals until before work, is he qualified to pursue these things?

Weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial, and people who are strong in their hearts never hesitate to praise and encourage.

But ordinary people, who hasn't grown up stumbling and suffering countless ridicule and denial? Is it because of so much suffering that it is 'weak'? And what kind of people are those who live in praise and encouragement with a strong heart?

The more she delved, the more she tasted a different taste. This exciting and splendid article gradually turned into a biting monster in her eyes.

After all, why did her first reaction when she saw this article be joy, excitement, honor, and complacency?

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

The right to choose, the right to enjoy, the right to cultivate preferences,

It is a young man who is envied, respected, and appreciated by the 'former waves',

It is a new generation of young people with an infinite future.

Who wouldn't want to be such a 'back wave' themselves?

But is she?

She's not.

She Mu Qingmei is just one of thousands of ordinary young people. She has no choice but to overthrow the tyranny of the Silver Blood Society and shatter the fortress that the Former Waves have built for their brutal rule, whether it is for the sake of this land or for the sake of her eldest brother.

It is not these young people whose lives are like weeds that have a future, but those who live in the deep boudoir compound and grow up with a golden key in their mouths, the sons of the consuls, the daughters of the owners of the Chamber of Commerce, and Jing Zhengwei.

But this article binds young people of different classes together, binds her to Jing Zhengwei, and calls it 'Hou Lang', but she can't see through this at first glance, and is deceived by the rhetoric inside, just like a child being coaxed.

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

Young people who are doing well will feel that this article is talking to them; Young people who are not doing well will also feel that this is a dialogue with themselves.

At a young age, who wants to admit that they are dry bones in a grave with no choice and a bleak future?

The so-called being deceived is just wanting too much.

Thinking through this, Mu Qingmei couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill penetrate the bone marrow.

Is this Jing Zhengwei's true intention?

This article is not a hymn to merit and virtue, nor is it a sincere blessing from the predecessors to the younger generations, but a foolish movement that stirs up blood and gives hope. It makes people full of hope, but it makes people subconsciously ignore the thick barriers of reality; It makes people's blood boil, but it makes people actively follow the wrong values of this era.

What a ruthless person.

What a poisonous text.

At this time, Mu Qingmei finally realized that Jing Zhengwei's rank was not at the same level as other newspapers - when other newspapers would only make up some stories that no one believed, Jing Zhengwei had already reached a higher level.

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

He's right, you can't contradict him at all, and you're even willing to believe him.

For the first time, Mu Qingmei felt that it was great that she could come to this newspaper. Otherwise, maybe the people of the White Night will also be bewitched by the articles of this newspaper.

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

Although she was bound to be hired, she still hoped that she could come up with a brilliant essay to counter the exam 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 use public opinion to fight back, although it is not without literati in the white night, Mu Qingmei subconsciously feels that this should be his responsibility.

Moreover, she also wants to avenge that she was fooled.

In this test, 'according to the central idea of the performance, imitate a similar short essay', in her opinion, it is no less than Jing Zhengwei's ridicule - 'Hahaha look at your group of sand sculptures boiling with blood, it's really funny'.

Thinking about it like this, she thought about it for a full hour. Everyone else has written and submitted it, and she is still holding back, looking like a cardin.

"That...... Thank you and goodbye. ”

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

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

……

……

At night, Leyu sat in the study, and Qinglan sat opposite him, wearing glasses and reading the test papers carefully for correction.

After looking at it for a while, Qinglan couldn't help but take off her glasses and rub her eyes, took a sip of coconut milk, and complained: "Childe, it's such an important matter as admitting editors, it's better for you to come, I really can't afford this responsibility." ”

"Don't be afraid, you can admit casually, I believe in your vision."

But I'm short-sighted...... Qinglan asked, "But what if I have a bad eye?" It's still Childe, come on......"

"Don't be afraid, if there is a case, Childe is your strongest backing, if something happens, I will be responsible!" Le Yu said curiously.

If a few days ago, Qinglan would still be moved by these words, but now she has seen through it - Childe just doesn't want to work, so he just pushed all the work to her!

How could someone buy a clear person from Xiang Xuehai and then let her go to work, has this world changed for the better or worse...... Qinglan kept complaining in her heart, but after taking a break for a while, she honestly continued to read the candidate's test papers.

At the same time, Leyu is also reading the test papers.

He wanted to see if anyone could get the truth out of the questions.

"To 4,000 Years Later...... Oh, sing praises to virtue, no, no. ”

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

"For a Blue and Clear World...... Wow, what garbage, no. ”

It wasn't until Le Yu pulled out a test paper that he raised his eyebrows and showed a strange expression.

The essay title for this paper is:

"We've worked hard for decades, how can we compare to the efforts of your generations?" 》