You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

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"Those voices,

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

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Free to learn a method of warfare, enjoy a love, appreciate a book, and travel to far-flung places.

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

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So,

Run on, back on!

We are in the same rushing river. "

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

Bravo!

So excited!

She can't wait to excerpt it and go back and show it to the people in Bai Ye!

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

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

I don't know where Jing Zhengwei got it from. Mu Qingmei has read a lot of books, but she has never read this splendid article. Could it be Yanjing Royal Academy's blessing to the freshmen? Well, it's very possible. After all, Xuanzhu County and Yanjing have information gaps, and then Jing Zhengwei used this article to assess us for pretending to be coercive... Oh, and deliberately not writing the author's name, do you think we would be stupid enough to think such a good article Was it written by your Jing family?

However, the exam questions were so decent, it was beyond Mu Qingmei's expectations. She thought that the test was to screen out scumbags, but now it seems that the test 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.

etc.

Mu Qingmei thought about it, maybe this can be done in reverse? The better you write in this exam, the more sincere you will feel, but will you not be accepted? Only those **** who sing their praises and flatter themselves 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 of the candidates, and then based on their answers, find out who can really rely on the bottomless author...

As expected of the profiteer Jing Zhengwei, this wave of reverse operations is too dirty!

I used to think that you might be a good person who can't stand the slave trade with pleasure and hatred!

Although he had already sensed the truth, Mu Qingmei would still answer seriously. Although she can definitely enter the newspaper through a backdoor relationship, she still needs to work on the surface.

Moreover, the enthusiasm aroused by this article also made Mu Qingmei eager to write something to express her feelings. To be honest, she also writes small poems and prose at ordinary times. Everyone says that her writing is as powerful as her tactics~

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

"Don't you have better clothes?"

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

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

But there was a very strange smell on him, like the smell of sewage mixed with garbage dumps, and it soon spread out on the second floor. Mu Qingmei knew the source of this smell—the poorest slum in the outer city, where the garbage disposal plant in Xuanzhu County was located, and the people who lived there would naturally have a stench.

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

When the young man walked over, the peculiar smell became stronger and stronger, so that the candidates couldn't help but glared. The applicants who come to Jingjia Newspaper Office are short of money, but they are not so poor that they live in the garbage slums. They are somewhat literate and even went to middle school. They don’t make a living by labor on weekdays. .

The young man was about to sit down when he was stared at by the person next to him. He stood beside him at a loss, Mu Qing couldn't bear it in her heart, she waved her hand and motioned for him to take the vacant seat next to her.

Everyone was answering, and the young man knew that he couldn't speak, so he bowed to Mu Qingmei gratefully. It happened that there was a corner beside Mu Qingmei, 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, as if he was afraid of soiling the paper.

Just as Mu Qingmei was about to answer, she suddenly heard a strange cooing sound. She blinked, turned to look at the blushing 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 by her on the way to the newspaper office, and are going to be a late night snack after going back to practice the fighting skills tonight.

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

"You are so hungry that you are screaming... You must have been hungry for at least a day." Mu Qingmei was not never hungry, she naturally knew how long it would take for her to not eat until her stomach contracted: "Eat it, it's worthless. "It's hard for you to answer the question when you're hungry, right?"

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

"That means you haven't eaten anything today?" Mu Qing frowned slightly: "Why?"

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

Mu Qing frowned, since he said so, in order to maintain his dignity, she had no choice but to take the dumpling back.

Sitting back in her seat, Mu Qingmei picked up the test question again, but read out another indescribable feeling.

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, and travel.

Do these things have anything to do with those people who can only live at the bottom and plan carefully for survival? A person who has to save his meals until he works, is he qualified to pursue these things?

Weak people are accustomed to ridicule and denial, while those with a strong heart are never stingy with praise and encouragement.

But ordinary people, who did not stumble and suffer from countless ridicule and denial growing up? Is it 'weak' just because he has suffered a lot? 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 splendid article gradually turned into a monster that bites people in her eyes.

After all, why did her first reaction when she saw this article was joy, excitement, pride, or complacence?

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

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

It is the young people who are envied, respected, and grateful by the 'front waves',

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

Who doesn't want to become such a 'back wave'?

But is she? Does she fit?

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

She Mu Qingmei was just one of thousands of ordinary young people. She could not help herself, and had no choice. Whether it was for this land or for her eldest brother, 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 the young people whose lives are like weeds, but the future superiors who live in the deep courtyard and grow up with the golden key in their hands. They are the sons of the consuls, the daughters of the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce, and the Jing. Zhengwei.

However, this article binds young people of different classes together, and binds her and Jing Zhengwei together, calling it 'Houlang'. However, she couldn't see this at first glance, and she was swayed by the rhetoric inside. To be deceived is like a child being deceived.

This is not her problem, Mu Qingmei believes that when others see 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 talking to themselves.

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

The so-called cheating is just too much wanting.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingmei couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling a chill penetrate her bone marrow.

Is this Jing Zhengwei's true intention?

This article is not a hymn to praise virtues, nor is it a sincere blessing from seniors to juniors, but a piece of foolish music that inspires blood and gives hope. It makes people full of hope, but makes people subconsciously ignore the heavy barriers of reality; it makes people excited, but makes people actively follow the values ​​of this anachronism.

Such a cruel person.

Very 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 only made up stories that no one believed, Jing Zhengwei had already reached a higher level.

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

He's right, you can't refute him at all, 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, if things go on like this, maybe the people of Bai Ye will be deceived 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 article to counter the test. 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 emotions and stirs 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 her own responsibility.

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

In this test question, 'follow the central idea of ​​its performance, imitate a similar short essay', in her opinion, it is no less than Jing Zhengwei's ridicule - 'Ha ha ha, look at your group of sand sculptures with blood boiling, really Funny enough'.

Thinking 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 Calvin.

"That...thank you, 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 thin back and washed gray clothes, Mu Qingmei suddenly felt blessed - she knew what she should write.

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At night, Le Yu was sitting in the study, and Qing Lan was sitting across from him, carefully grading the exam paper with glasses on.

After watching for a while, Qing Lan couldn't help but took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, took a sip of coconut milk, and complained, "Young master, it's up to you to accept the editor for such an important matter, I really can't bear this responsibility. ."

"Don't be afraid, you can enroll at will, I trust your vision."

But I'm short-sighted... Qing Lan asked: "But what if my eyesight is not good? It's better for you to come..."

"Don't be afraid, if there is an emergency, the young master is your strongest backing. If something happens, I will be responsible!" Le Yu said curiously.

If Qing Lan would have been moved by these words a few days ago, but she has seen it through now - the son just doesn't want to work~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that's why he pushed all the work to her!

How could someone buy a clerk from Xiangxuehai, and then let her go to work, whether the world has changed for the better or worse... Qing Lan kept complaining in her heart, but after taking a rest for a while, she honestly continued the candidate's test paper.

At the same time, Le Yu was also taking the test.

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

""To Four Thousand Years Later"...Ah, praise the virtues, no no no."

""Soul of Burning Steel"...Ah, such a thick chicken soup, no no no."

""For a clean and blue world"...Ah, what rubbish, no."

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

The title of this paper is:

"How can we work hard for decades, how can it compare to the accumulation of your generations? 》