the most beautiful time

Chapter 21

After graduating from university, I applied to work as a behind-the-scenes editor at a provincial TV station. I got up early and worked late every day, but I was still physically and mentally exhausted because of the heavy pressure on my shoulders. As a result, when I got home, I couldn’t watch anything. Many times, They all lost their temper amidst his father's nagging.

After my father retired, he had nothing to do. I don’t know how he survived the lonely time at home, and I don’t know how anxious he was to wait until the food was cold and not see me after making dinner every day. How to get through it slowly.Often, I would come home from get off work at night and my father would be sitting on the couch watching the rebroadcast of the news.Or, it is other programs of the provincial station.Every time, I felt bored, took the remote control, and changed the channel with a snap.The father immediately became anxious and said, "Let me read it again."I was annoyed, and my mouth was not polite: You haven't been a voluntary error corrector for the newspaper, and you want to go to the TV station again. Do you correct it and let our director deduct my money, or just fire you? Just happy.Father's face was obviously a little red, but he didn't say anything, but carefully looked at my tired face, and said, Xiaoyue, have you eaten yet?I'll give you some hot food.I always lazily throw a sentence to him: I have already made do with it, and I have to go to bed early.When he saw me turn around and enter the bedroom, he always said "ah", and then fell silent when I slammed the door.

But he still wears reading glasses every day, and stares at the TV screen to watch my edited program with great enjoyment. Even if he makes a big mistake, he has to write it down, and he babbles on to me while eating.It just so happened that I was on break and I didn't want to hear anyone mentioning work, so every two people would break up badly.He didn't get discouraged because of this, just like when I quarreled with him when I was a child, he grunted all over the street looking for me as usual, and coaxed me to go home with nice words.He is still the good-tempered father, but he doesn't know that his daughter, under the fierce competition and pressure, has already lost the gentle and pleasant appearance of the past, and has become a violent, worldly and utilitarian woman.

After working for half a year, the director gave me an important promotional video to make.I knew that this was an opportunity for the director to test me, and I had no choice but to succeed.From the day I started doing the show, my father left early and returned late almost as much as I did. I was so absorbed in my work that I ignored him, and he also kept secrets from me.It wasn't until a few days later that he handed a large stack of thick photocopied materials into my hands, and I flipped through them casually, only then did I realize that the reason why he went out every day was to go to the provincial library to help me search and publicize It's a pity that his thinking is old and can't keep up with the exaggerated forms of propaganda. The collected materials are old-fashioned and outdated. To me, they are just a pile of useless waste paper.

The pile of materials that I threw on the desk and never touched did not seem to have affected him. He was still busy. After breakfast every day, he sat on the sofa regularly as usual to watch us The programs on the TV station, even the commercials, are watched with gusto.I thought that his eyes were diverted and he would not cause me any more trouble, so I forgot about him and continued to work day and night.

A few days later, the telephone operator handed me a summary of enthusiastic viewers' opinions. I sneaked a glance at it and found that a person signed by an old viewer gave an enthusiastic message to the promotional film that hadn't been screened but was just a preview. He said that he believed that with such a hard-working editor, he would definitely be able to bring an extraordinary program to the audience; after that, he gave more than a dozen suggestions, saying that it was just for my reference.I laughed and asked the operator, who is this person?The operator shook his head and said: I asked many times and wanted to send him a gift to express my gratitude, but he still refused to say his name, only saying that he was a loyal fan of yours.

I quickly forgot about this fan, until the day the film ended, this fan called again and gave a lot of enthusiastic praise, and after that, another six or seven people called to express their opinions, chatting endlessly He boasted that even the director was "alarmed", and leaned over to listen to the audience's opinions.

Although my heart is as sweet as honey, thinking that half a month of hard work was not in vain, I still wonder why, for no reason, my little editor, who is not well known, has so many fans, and it is also because of my name , The euphemistic name is: Yue (moon) cake.Moreover, these "moon cakes" are all old people who have nothing to do at home.

Passing by a store in the community after get off work, I saw a program I made on TV. The owner of the store was an old lady who had almost lost all her teeth. She handed me a bag of salt and said with a smile: “Old men and women in the community now, It's all your mooncakes.I didn't understand, so she laughed again: "Your dad is now a volunteer propagandist for your show, and he has summoned all of us old men and old ladies who are at home to win votes for you."My face turned red immediately, and I hurriedly said thank you, sorry for the inconvenience, everyone.The old lady patted me on the shoulder and said, girl, I should be thankful, it should be your father, we were just chatting, but your father almost broke his leg because of it, and, I heard that he didn't even sleep at night No, I'm afraid that if you make a mistake, you will be fired by the leader...

I thought that my father, who was at home every day, would never be able to understand the tremendous pressure I was under in the busy city, but I didn't know that he had been standing behind me, using old branches and sparse leaves, silently Breathlessly, hold up the clear sky above my head for me.

When I graduated from university, I went to a company to apply for a job. The leader looked at my resume and said, "It's pretty good." Then he put my materials under a large pile of documents.I was helpless in this city. At that time, I determined wholeheartedly that as long as I could persistently show my enthusiasm for this job and convince them that I was fully qualified for this job, then I would definitely be able to get what I wanted. want the future.

Supported by this belief, I knocked on the leader's door again with [-] points of caution and respect.When the leader saw me coming in, he slapped the cup of tea he was holding on the table, and said impatiently, "Didn't you see that I'm busy? Is it polite not to call before coming?" !Get out now!My face turned red, and I stood at the door, not knowing how to retreat.Finally, looking at the leader's ashen face, in order to find a bowl of porridge to drink, I forced myself to lose face, said "sorry" softly, closed the door, and waited for him to finish his work in the corridor before inviting me in.

From time to time, someone passed by in the corridor and looked at me curiously.At that time, under the gaze of others, I felt like I went back many years ago. In elementary school, I was punished by the teacher to stand because of doing something wrong or failing to recite the text.It was early spring, a window in the corridor was not closed tightly, and the wind was blowing in, freezing my heart, which was wrapped in a disdainful body, to the point of pain.

People kept knocking on the door and going in, reporting to the leader.And he, seeing me standing at the door again and again, pretended not to see anything, listened to the work summary as usual, flipped through the official documents, and would open the door and go out intermittently to go to the bathroom for convenience.But even if he rubbed my shoulder, his gaze was always arrogant.In his eyes, I was just a bit of garbage at the door, or a speck of dust on the glass, as long as I walked with my head held high, I could completely ignore it.

He finally "saw" me when he was about to get off work, and said, let's check the news in a few days. Although you are excellent, we have to discuss it before we can make a final decision.After he finished speaking, he drank the last sip of tea into his mouth, and spit out another piece of tea, just like spitting out my heart that had been degraded by him, and I, in his contempt, finally understood that a request No matter how bright the future is, it is not worth going on.

I also think of a former friend when I was in college. At that time, I was in love with her as a sister. Whenever I came across clothes or jewelry I liked on the street, I would definitely buy two and go out with her like twins.For her, I even neglected my own love.

(End of this chapter)