Song Cheng looked at Song Wenbin standing on the podium. This guy was still wearing the wrinkled shirt and his hair was a little messy. He looked like a migrant worker who had just left the construction site.
But those students saw him as if they were seeing someone special, shouting that they didn't understand the terms at all. Song Cheng couldn't bear it, so he leaned over and asked his father Song Weimin.
"Dad...what...what's going on?"
Song Weimin's face was as dull as a faded clay sculpture, staring at the podium without saying a word.
Song Cheng didn't get an answer, so he couldn't help but turned around and asked: "What are you shouting, what are you calling, King of Hijra, what are you talking about?"
"Ah?" The student saw Song Cheng was young and asked in surprise, "Don't you watch variety shows?"
"I...I don't have time..." Song Cheng said.
"It's a pity."
The student said regretfully, and then he shouted again: "I'm disgusted!
"
Song Wenbin stood on the podium, looking at the dark head below, and he could probably understand the reason why Sutina was stuck. Although she has been to many countries, she has never experienced speaking in front of a crowd, and is still a bit thin-skinned.
Fortunately, these things are nothing to Song Wenbin. He took the microphone and said: "I don't understand why Teacher Su asked me to come. Maybe he wants to test me, is that right? Teacher Su?"
When Su Tina saw Song Wenbin go up, she immediately lost her pressure and stood beside her with a shameless smile and nodded repeatedly.
The expression on Song Wenbin's face made his teeth itch. He had no choice but to adjust himself to working condition and said with a smile: "Teacher Su really likes to test me, whether during or outside the trip, but it is a pity that as an appreciator It is really inappropriate for a postmodern deconstructionist who has experienced many cultures and appreciates cultural diversity to appear on such an occasion."
Song Wenbin's words made most of the audience laugh. Even the secretary, principal and dean looked at him curiously, thinking that this person was interesting.
Song Wenbin stopped laughing and said seriously: "Before this, I had no preparation at all. As you can see, I didn't even have a piece of manuscript paper. Fortunately, the principal gave me a head start, and I continued to add what he said. Let’s have some feelings of our own.”
Song Wenbin thought for a while and said: "I still remember that it was very painful when I couldn't find clues to the treasure in Indonesia. As you know, it was a national mission. If I couldn't complete it, my career would be over. At that time, I was hesitant and didn’t know what to do, but Brother Yu asked me to enjoy the trip, and the clues came to me.”
When Song Wenbin mentioned Huo Yu, the audience immediately burst into whistles and laughter. Song Wenbin did not stop them, but only waited for their cheers to end before saying: "Now I am stationed at Station D, where I saw a man, a man traveling with a bed on his back. A dull and not handsome man, I I saw him smiling wildly while riding a bicycle alone in the cold wind. That smile moved me so much that I even took a screenshot of it and kept it as a screen saver on my phone.”
As Song Wenbin thought of something, he unlocked his phone and chose a screenshot to give to Su Tina. Su Tina took Song Wenbin's phone and went to tinker with the projector with the host.
During this process, Song Wenbin did not speak, but stood on the podium relaxedly and calmly. The leaders and students below didn't feel impatient at all, so they just waited for half a minute. This situation is almost incomprehensible to some people. They don't speak for half a minute, but there is no jam or lag at all. They feel natural and relaxed, as if they are not in the university auditorium, but a group of people gathering together to repair motorcycles, and one of them goes to get parts. .
Half a minute later, Brother Bed's incomprehensible smile appeared on the big screen. Song Wenbin pointed to the projection behind him and said, "I like this smile very much."
Many of the college students at the scene had also seen Brother Bed. After seeing that smile, they were filled with ecstatic joy and couldn't help but start applauding.
Song Wenbin continued: "Many people are saying that riding alone in the wilderness and cold wind is unsettling and a dishonorable thing that neither creates any value nor produces any materials. The facts are It’s probably hard to even support yourself. But looking at such a smile that comes from the heart, who can deny his existence?”
Looking at the dark crowd below, Song Wenbin felt a little lonely when he thought about his own life. He said: "Please forgive me for being inappropriate, but the national football team will never be able to beat Messi. No matter how much glory there is, no matter how heavy the sense of mission is. , sense of responsibility, self-motivation can never defeat true love.
The completion of a good job is naturally altruistic, glorious, beneficial to the country and the people, and can also make a living.
But for these by-products, these illusory auras, how many people flock to them and waste their talents to get involved.
I have seen some people with excellent grades in high school and college, very talented young people, but after they came out, they had no voice. Some of the better ones became university professors, while others became investment bank managers.
And the smartest person I know wears two hats. But if you ask him about any breakthrough creative experiments that have emerged in his professional field, he doesn't know.
Now, I don’t know whether this smart man is happy or not. I only know that what he shares with us most during holidays is how much money he has made this year. If he makes more money, he will come back and brag. If you lose money, you might as well not come back, so why bother. "
Among the crowd in the dark auditorium, Song Cheng's forehead had several veins popping out, and he was trembling while breathing. I just felt like I had been stripped naked, thrown on the snow and humiliated so hard that my teeth were chattering.
"People are used to blaming, praising, evaluating, constantly evaluating, evaluating themselves, letting others evaluate, analyze, and compare. Compare with family members, students, and colleagues. Then create one evaluation after another. system, and then projected his spirit into that strict hierarchical system, unable to extricate himself. In the end, he was bruised and bruised by this system."
After a pause, Song Wenbin said: "Family members, what would you choose? Should you carry forward those external things that have nothing to do with you, move forward with a heavy burden, and be moved by yourself? Or should you stay with the things you love and be lighthearted? Flying, if I could choose, I think I would choose the latter.
I sincerely hope that everyone here can always have peace of mind, enjoy happiness, pain, struggle, and lie down without caring about other people's eyes and comments. "
Saying that, Song Wenbin looked at Su Tina aside.
Su Tina looked at Song Wenbin, her eyes so bright that there seemed to be little stars in them.
Seeing that she was no longer nervous, Song Wenbin changed his expression and said, "My ability is limited, stop talking nonsense, and leave the rest to Teacher Su."
Then, he put the microphone back and performed in public the style of a national first-class retreat master. He stepped down from the podium with great agility and couldn't wait to leave.
But the young people who listened to his words all stood up and began to applaud.
While applauding, they also shouted: “Yea!
"
“King of Hijra!
"
“King of Hijra!
"
"king!
"
"king!
"
"king!
"
The shouts contained less of the heckling and joking when he took the stage before, and more sincerity and emotion.
There is no doubt that this kind of applause sounds much more enthusiastic than the kind of applause after the principal finished speaking.
"You don't see many young people like this nowadays."
Secretary Ke Qingquan looked at Cao Jiayi while applauding and said: "This is really a good supplement."
"Yes...yes." Cao Jiayi also clapped, his smile somewhat forced.
Su Tina finally forgot her words. She picked up the microphone left by Song Wenbin and said enthusiastically: "Well, thank you, Teacher Yan, for your care for us. As the representative of the graduates, I represent all the graduates at this solemn graduation ceremony today." I am deeply honored to be speaking here. First of all, on behalf of all the students, I would like to say to all the teachers in the college: You have worked hard! I would like to say thank you to the brothers and sisters who get along day and night, and keep up the hard work! The few years of college have passed by in a blink of an eye. Passed away. In the blink of an eye, we have been reborn from thirsting for knowledge..."
…
Ten minutes later, the long and boring graduation ceremony finally ended. A large group of people couldn't wait to gather around Song Wenbin and Huo Yu, noisily asking for photos, autographs, asking questions, asking them which country they were going to next, and asking questions. Which country is their favorite? Ask them if they have any ideas about linking it with other variety shows.
Song Wenbin felt regretful, and he swore that this would be the last time he would sacrifice his time after get off work to do these inexplicable and strange things.
After an unknown amount of time, the two of them broke free from the heavy crowd of fans.
Huo Yu seemed to have had enough. She gasped, stretched, and said, "Let's go, let's go. It's really scary. I'm going to find a track to practice driving on, will you go?"
Before Song Wenbin could say anything, Su Tina, who was wearing a bachelor's uniform in the distance, jumped up and waved to them, shouting: "Huo Yu, Brother Song!
"
Huo Yu spread his hands helplessly, "Looks like he's still busy."
The two came to Sutina, and Sutina happily dragged them to the lounge, cheering excitedly: "That's great! Brother Song!"
"Are you fucking crazy?"
But Song Wenbin couldn't help but shake off Su Tina and asked: "Why do you think that one thing is the same thing?"
Sutina looked at him and smiled.
"You still have the nerve to smile, aren't you afraid of misleading others?" Song Wenbin said with disdain.
"What are you doing! I think what you said is very good." Sutina pouted and twisted around coquettishly: "Those words of mine were copied from Baidu Library. After I finished speaking, I forgot about it myself. Brother Song’s speech is very pleasant to listen to.”
"Don't come here, you won't be the same next time." Song Wenbin warned. To be honest, when he came off the stage, his back was covered in cold sweat, as if he had walked on the edge of a cliff.
"If you mislead others, I don't know how many people you have misled." Huo Yu sneered from the side: "I have already forgotten the mobilization of the national team coach. It is just a graduation speech, not as important as you think."
As he said that, he looked at Sutina: "It's you, I just came back from India and I thought you finally had a hard time, but I didn't expect you to pull it off in the blink of an eye. You're such a coward, you can't even say anything."
"A little bit."
Sutina stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.
"I did it on purpose, you bit me."
The three of them were bickering when a large number of people came in loudly outside the lounge. There were some familiar faces, such as Sutina's family, and some unfamiliar faces. It seems that he should be someone like a school leader.
The leader walked up to Song Wenbin and stretched out his hand: "Hello."
"This is Secretary Ke of our school." Su Tina quickly reminded Song Wenbin.
"Oh, hello, hello." Song Wenbin shook hands with the other party.
"The speech is right. China needs young people like you who are active in thinking and dare to do."
"Don't dare."
Song Wenbin agreed repeatedly. I couldn't help but lament in my heart, when will this event end? He couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go home and lie down. He couldn't stand having to socialize in such a tiring way after get off work.
Secretary Ke talked to Song Wenbin about some precautions and words of encouragement for him when going abroad. Those words should have some profound meaning and be sincere. But Song Wenbin couldn't quite understand it, as it was too official and too reserved.
After finally waiting for Secretary Ke to finish chatting with him, another slim figure walked slowly away from the crowd and stood in front of Song Wenbin.
This is a woman with long black waterfall-like hair. She is wearing high heels and looks as tall as him. She is holding a black handbag with pearls on her slender fingers. She is wearing black sunglasses and is just like walking on the Balenciaga catwalk. Same as the model that came down.
Then, the black-haired woman extended her hand to Song Wenbin expressionlessly.
"You are..." Song Wenbin didn't recognize her.
Ke Qingquan introduced: "This is the investor of the project planned for the new campus of the National People's University of China. Ms. Shen, I heard that she is also a loyal viewer of your program."
Hearing this, Song Wenbin quickly stretched out his hand to shake her hand. As soon as his hands touched, Song Wenbin couldn't help but shiver. He had never held such a cold hand before, as if it was a corpse with no temperature at all. Look at that The face under the sunglasses was so pale that there was not much blood.
"Teacher Yan's palms are very warm and full of energy."
The brunette praised, her voice sounding strange and a little ethereal.
Song Wenbin:......
"I like your program very much, Teacher Yan."
The black-haired woman didn't seem to want to be polite to him, and asked: "My life is quite boring. I live between three o'clock and one line every day. When will you take me on a trip?"
"ah??"
Song Wenbin was stunned. He didn't know how to answer this guy's words.
"Oh, I'm just kidding." The brunette smiled, "I like your speech very much, but I have a question.
"You said." Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Teacher Yan said you should live for your love. So, do you live for yourself? Do you do it from the bottom of your heart? Don't you like women?"
The surroundings fell silent, Huo Yu and Su Tina were bickering, Secretary Ke and even Su Tina's family members all stopped chattering and turned to look at Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin broke out in sweat. He felt that the other party's words were extremely heartbreaking, and he pressed forward step by step. The question almost left him breathless.
The black-haired woman held his hand and looked at him. The few short breaths they looked at each other seemed as long as a century. The eyes under the sunglasses were as deep as a bottomless pool, with something unfathomable brewing in them. .
“Give way….Give way….”
Groans came from the periphery, breaking the brief silence.
It turned out to be his uncle Song Weimin. He squeezed into the lounge sideways, almost couldn't wait to walk to Song Wenbin, put his arm around his shoulders, and said with a fuss and intimacy: "Binbin, you are doing this wrong, you can't even say hello." Leave without a fight and go back with Uncle later, our family hasn’t gotten together for a long time.”
The black-haired woman looked at Song Wenbin expressionlessly, let go of her hand, backed away and disappeared into the crowd.
Song Wenbin still felt frightened.
The uncle could not see anything unusual about Song Wenbin. He put his arm around Song Wenbin's shoulders, looked at the leaders around him and said with a smile: "Secretary, you see, this is my brother's son, my nephew, my own son." It’s the same.”
