Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

At dinner time, Cui Musheng came back with his hiking bag on his back.As soon as he entered the ward, he asked me: "Who is Mr. Ren? From our newspaper office?"

I froze for a moment, then realized that he might have heard what the nurse said, or else he should still be in my original ward now, wondering where Ye Shuzhen had gone.

"No, just an ordinary...college classmate. It's hot today, aren't you thirsty? I'll help you pour some water." I changed the topic and made a gesture to get out of bed.

"No, you lie down, I can do it myself." Cui Musheng poured two glasses of water, put one in my hand, and then asked me: "Ordinary students would be so loyal? It's helping you transfer to a senior ward, or Help you pay your medical bills?"

"Adults, children don't ask too much." After a few days of getting along, Cui Musheng and I have become so familiar that we don't need to be polite. I treat him as a younger brother, and he also calls me big brother.

"Yes, yes, don't ask if you don't ask." Cui Musheng looked at the white porridge I put aside with disgust: "Drinking porridge every day, don't you think your mouth is weak?"

I sighed: "What's the use of it, they don't give me anything except porridge and side dishes."

"Hey." Cui Musheng snickered, took out a grilled chicken and waved it in front of me: "How about it, I miss you enough, right? In order to avoid the eyes of the little nurses, I can put it with my honorable chicken." The lens was in a bag."

"You boy!" The oily golden-red roast chicken exudes a strong fragrance, and my saliva is so surging. "Comrade Xiao Cui, you are truly an outstanding representative of the youth of the new era!" I was gearing up, ready to feast, to comfort my stomach that had been abstinent for several days.

The roast chicken was heavy in my hand, and I was suddenly reluctant to do it. I took a closer look at the roast chicken and sniffed it for a while.It wasn't until Cui Musheng joked that I looked like I had never seen a roast chicken before I held the leg of the roast chicken and planned to start.

Just at this time, the little nurse, by coincidence, appeared at the door.Her eyes were extremely fierce, and her voice sounded like a loudspeaker: "Room No. [-], how dare you eat roast chicken—"

I really regret it, why don't you just eat something good when you have it, what to see, what to smell, can the stomach see it?Can the stomach smell?What fun are the eyes and nose!Now I can only watch the roast chicken leave me and be taken by Cui Musheng to honor the nurses and girls, leaving only a little oil stain on my glasses.

After another two days of eating three meals of porridge, I was finally kicked out by the little nurses, and I was sent out of the hospital oh no.

Before leaving, I deliberately ran to the toll office to ask the amount of medical expenses, and planned to return it to Ren Min when I went back.

When you go back, you can participate in more social activities and the like. Don’t always be on the two-point line at home. If you meet the right person, then try to fall in love again, work hard and live well, and strive to live your life Gotta thrive.

Thinking in this way, my mood has opened up a lot, and I even look forward to the days after I go back.Those past things, let it go completely, if you can break it clean, and then live a new life, it is also a blessing.

On the second day after being discharged from the hospital, Cui Musheng and I drove bumpily to Wenchuan in a small taxi.

According to the plan, what I will interview today is a town that has been rebuilt very well.

After getting out of the car, I wanted to part ways with Cui Musheng. He went to take pictures freely. I asked the town government and a few residents for interviews, and made an appointment to meet.

I don’t want Cui Musheng to hear my proposal, but he rejected it straight away, and said a little unhappy: “You say that I am the teacher, why don’t you teach me anything?”

I couldn't laugh or cry; "Your photography skills are so good, how can I give you advice, since you want to go with me, don't be bored then."

The first family we interviewed was an old couple in their seventies.They have two sons and their wives are working in the South, leaving two grandchildren to take care of them.One of their grandsons broke his leg in the quake, and another survived because he was in gym class.

The interview generally went smoothly, except for one small accident - not long after the interview started, Cui Musheng began to wipe his tears.

I never thought that such a sunny boy would be a person with extremely low tears.The old couple who were interviewed were still in a stable mood, but he came here first, which made the atmosphere in the room a bit tense, and the old lady even searched the room for him to wipe his face with towels.However, his reaction does not seem to be a bad thing. The two elderly people were still a little resistant to the interview and said innocuous things. After seeing Cui Musheng crying, they actually complained to me from the bottom of their hearts. The conflicts between the sons and daughters all spit out in one brain.

As Cui Musheng listened, he cried even louder. I tried my best to catch the old man's indistinct voice from his sobs. .

"He said it well, why are you crying?" I asked Cui Musheng when I left the old couple's house.

Cui Musheng rubbed his red nose: "They are so pitiful. They are so old that they don't have children to take care of them, and they have to take care of children... The children are also very pitiful. They lost a leg at such a young age. They will be disabled for the rest of their lives. .”

I handed him a pack of tissues: "If you want to cry, hurry up and cry. After crying, let's go to the next house. The first house is lucky. Everyone in the family is still alive. It will be even worse for the next house. The reporters will be like If you look like this, there is no need for an interview, and there is no time to cry with the client."

Cui Musheng laughed: "Brother Ye, didn't you cry during the interview? You should have interviewed many miserable people, right?"

I thought for a while and said, "I really don't remember ever crying. You know, the most important thing in news is to be objective, so you should control your emotions and try to put as little personal subjective feelings as possible. If you really have feelings in your heart Difficult to resolve emotions, turn it into motivation to write a good manuscript, "

Cui Musheng tsk-tsk: "You're right, why don't I get in touch with you and give a lecture at our school?"

I greeted him on his back: "Fuck you, you brat are making fun of me!"

While joking, we came to the second family, a middle-aged couple who opened a grocery store.The couple lost their only daughter in the earthquake. Fortunately, they did not give up. The wife recently became pregnant again.

When the couple showed us the photo of their daughter, Cui Musheng's eye circles began to turn red again.I quickly and quietly squeezed him to calm him down.

Cui Musheng was quite cooperative, and according to what I told him before, he took out the SLR and lens to prepare for taking pictures.Adjusting the light, focusing, and adjusting the mode... Cui Musheng, who entered the shooting state, seemed to be a different person, focusing on the camera without any interference from the outside world.I was finally relieved and continued to interview the couple.

After the interview, I looked at the photos taken by Cui Musheng, took his camera and took a few more shots, and then I said goodbye to the couple and left.

As soon as he went out, Cui Musheng picked up his camera and looked through the photos I took before. After reading it, he asked me with a blank face: "What's wrong with the photos I took?"

"It was shot very well, technically impeccable."

"Then why did you use those few photos you took later? For fun?"

I patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, the photos you took are good, but they can't be used in newspapers."

"Why?" Cui Musheng blinked, a bit like a curious baby.

"The photos in the newspaper are meant to serve the report. The ones you took are exquisite and beautiful, but they have little connection with this report. Therefore, they can only be used as photographs, but not as pictures for the report." I simply Stopped, took the camera from him, and showed him a comparison: "Look, the biggest difference between our photos is the amount of information. I won't pursue technical indicators such as angles and lighting too much. I will take pictures. Its sole purpose is to maximize coverage."

Cui Musheng looked back and forth for a while, and said, "Isn't that very unsightly?"

"Stupid boy," I laughed, "Journalist is a race against time all day long. Some scenes are still there in one second and gone in the next second. How can there be so many events for you to adjust this and that, and you can shoot clearly, Just try to reflect the facts as much as possible.”

Cui Musheng carefully put the camera back into the bag, and muttered: "Journalism is really troublesome. I have decided that no matter what my dad says, I will not be a reporter. I will be a traveler who takes pictures while traveling around the world. "

I glanced at him and shook my head: This kid really doesn't know his blessings in the midst of blessings!