My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 32 You Are Still By My Side

They just conducted a closed-door interview; people outside don't know what happened inside.

So when Xu Qingfan and the others came out, everyone's face was filled with curiosity.

What's going on?

Wasn't this an interview?

Why do everyone's eyes look so uncomfortable?

Song Youcai was the most nervous, both hoping that Xu Qingfan would perform exceptionally well during the interview and fearing that he might say something wrong that would implicate the school.

However, Xu Qingfan clearly didn't have time to comfort him. After coming out, he first hugged Lin Jing, and then hugged Zhang Chunxue.

"Godmother, Aunt Zhang! What brings you here?"

"What's wrong, Xiao Fan? Don't you welcome Auntie?" Zhang Chunxue patted his head and joked.

"How could that be? It's such a pleasant surprise! I'm so lucky to see you at school!" Xu Qingfan said with a grin.

Zhang Chunxue gave him a reproachful look and introduced him, "Xiao Fan, this is Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen works at the provincial TV station and will be doing an interview with you later."

"Hello, Aunt Chen! You're the sixth beautiful aunt I've ever seen!" Xu Qingfan held up five fingers, then held up one more.

Chen Wenjing giggled and couldn't help but pinch his cheek: "Xiao Fan, you have such a sweet tongue. Auntie has known about you for a long time."

"Hello, Ms. Lin Jing. May I do a brief interview with you as a supplement to our interview with student Xu?" A CCTV staff member approached and asked.

"Of course!" Lin Jing was extremely honored.

The interview with Lin Jing was a very simple one, and there was no attempt to avoid people.

"What kind of child do you think Xiaofan is?"

"Xiao Fan..." Lin Jing closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them again, "Smart, sensible, polite, filial, I think all the words that express good character can be applied to Xiao Fan."

"But these are not the Xiao Fan I see. The Xiao Fan I see is someone who can bring joy to others. It's like having him around makes you feel comfortable without having to do anything."

"Wow, that's a very high compliment!"

"When Xiao Fan was interviewed just now, he said that he owes most of his success to you, and he praised you for your great character."

He said you often taught him that patience is the key to life.

Lin Jing was very happy to hear this. Although these were her exact words, the fact that Xiao Fan remembered her during his CCTV interview was enough to prove that her education had not failed.

"As a teacher, I often come into contact with all kinds of parents. As a mirror, many children's personalities can often be found in their parents."

"This experience inspired me, so in my family, I'm always willing to show my children the best side of myself."

"Ms. Lin is not only a competent teacher, but also a competent mother. Just now, during the interview, Xu wrote a poem on the spot, which contains what she wanted to say to you. I believe you will be deeply moved after hearing it."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

The interview with Lin Jing ended quickly, and the CCTV reporter continued to interview others with his camera.

Xu Qingfan also began accepting interviews from the provincial television station.

"Hello Qingfan, you've written so many poems, I'm sure you've read even more. Could you share which poet is your favorite?"

The provincial TV station even used Mandarin for the interview, instead of Cantonese.

Xu Qingfan was only slightly surprised before immediately replying, "My favorite poet is only one, and that is Chairman Mao!"

"Oh?" Chen Wenjing seemed surprised and pressed for an explanation, "Could you tell me why?"

"I have read the works of many poets, Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi... Qu Yuan threw himself into the Miluo River with a heart full of passion, Li Bai wrote that he was born to be useful, but he was never given an important position in his life. Du Fu wrote that he was a guest in the autumn of a thousand miles away, and Su Shi wrote that he was a man in a straw raincoat and let life take its course. They were all writing about themselves."

"When I read their poems, I feel a kind of spinelessness, because they never work, they are not appreciated by a wise ruler, so they write about their unfulfilled talents. When faced with the destruction of the country and the loss of their families, they can only write a few self-pitying poems as a last resort."

"They will always be bystanders in history, not participants!"

"But Chairman Mao was different. He was the only person in the five thousand years of Chinese history who both wrote poetry and rewrote history."

"You can feel it when you read his poems; none of them were written, they were created through action!"

"He wrote, 'Who will determine the fate of this vast land?' And then we learned that in just twenty-eight years, Chairman Mao gave the answer: 'The wheat has ripened thousands of times, but for the first time, it's 'Long live the people!'"

"He wrote about a million men crossing the Yangtze River, and that really meant a million people crossing the Yangtze River under his command!"

"besides......"

Chen Wenjing was clearly amazed by Xu Qingfan's answer. Instead of interrupting Xu Qingfan's answer, which was obviously going off-topic, she used her eyes to signal to the photographer to give her a close-up!

Quickly, give him a close-up of his tearful eyes!

"Li Bai could not change the court, Du Fu could not save the people, Su Shi could not control fate, and Xin Qiji could not wait for the Northern Expedition. All their talents bowed down in the face of the words 'powerlessness'."

"But Chairman Mao is different. There is no sense of powerlessness in his poems, not even a little bit. For the sake of the people, we have many lofty aspirations. We dare to change the world. To see who are the great men of today, we must look to the present!"

Chairman Mao used his many fine poems to record the birth of a new China. There have never been poets like him before, and there never will be again!

Xu Qingfan finished saying what he wanted to say in one breath. Even though he was in an air-conditioned room, his back was covered in sweat.

"I never expected Xiao Fan to have such insight. You've taught us all a lesson!" Chen Wenjing gave a thumbs up in front of the camera.

It's unlikely that anyone who heard what she just said would think that she shouldn't have given that thumbs up.

"No, no, many of the viewpoints here were taught to me by my godmother, maternal grandfather, and uncle. My maternal grandfather and uncle were both soldiers, and my paternal grandfather was also a soldier."

"Wow, so Xiao Fan comes from a military family. No wonder he can say such righteous things!"

Was Xiao Fan's poetry influenced by great figures?

"That's partly true, but the bigger reason is that my godmother loves poetry and literature, and she always reads to us at home."

"Did Xiao Fan write any poems today? Could you show them to the camera?" Getting back to the main topic, Chen Wenjing still invited him to write a poem.

Xu Qingfan has already impressed everyone enough; he wouldn't mind impressing everyone again.

He said, "When I was interviewed by that lady just now, she asked me to write a poem for my godmother. Could I also write a poem for my father?"

"Of course!" Chen Wenjing's eyes lit up. With a collaboration with CCTV, the ratings would surely be excellent.

"My grandfather passed away when my father was very young. My grandmother raised my father. She also passed away two years ago. This poem was written for my father and my grandmother."

After Xu Qingfan finished his introduction, he stopped talking and picked up a pen to write on a piece of paper.

The camera was focused on the sticky notes on the table and his hand writing them; soon, lines of neat, small characters appeared in the frame.

The waterfall's water flows upstream.

Dandelion seeds drifted back from afar, gathering into the shape of an umbrella.

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east.

The bullet returned to the chamber.

The athletes returned to the starting line.

I handed back my acceptance letter, forgetting the ten years of hard work I had put in.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Please sign your name on my test paper.

Turn off the TV and help me put my backpack on.

You are still by my side.

When Xu Qingfan wrote "You are still by my side," Chen Wenjing immediately understood the meaning the poem was trying to express, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"The poem is called 'You Are Still By My Side.' If there really is a heaven in this world, I hope Grandma can see it from there."

Xu Qingfan said his last words to the camera, and the interview came to an end.

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