There are ninety-nine steps from the end

01

I used to be a reporter in the school media and was responsible for the writing of major news figures. Once, a Chinese poet X from the 80s came to the school lecture, and a new junior officer S of a lower grade was assigned to the news interview task of the event. The leader asked us to have only ten in X after the event. The minute buffer time to complete the single visit, and wrote a high-quality news interview published on the school's official website that night and the local morning newspaper on the following day.

When I learned that I was responsible for this activity, I was both excited and nervous. I was excited that I was going to face-to-face with the spiritual idols of several generations. The tension was that the school opened up a quick channel for the interviews of the school media, and I don’t know if I I am looking forward to the expectations of the school. S is the new officer who just came this year. This event is the first task she took over. The first time I have to face such a big challenge, I am not likely to agree so quickly.

In order to make better use of this hard-won ten minutes, I and S both prepared for a week before the start of the event, check the information about X, read her work, search her previous interviews, and combine her. The character and the most concerned aspects of the students listed hundreds of interview questions. The interview outlines made before and after were led by the leader no less than ten times. When I felt exhausted, S always wrote the next day. A new interview outline is given to me. I am amazed at where she came from and the brain capacity. I can come up with so many novel ideas. Every time she returned with a very simple expression, she shook her head and said that she borrowed the library books on the last few books that I didn't intend to read. When she spoke, I looked at her two dark circles, and a sense of guilt came out unconsciously from my heart.

For new things, we always pour a hundred patience and piety in the beginning, and my enthusiasm seems to have been spent in the process.

02

The last day of the day when the event officially started, the leader finally passed the new interview outline, and I and S also breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about tomorrow is a hard battle. Everyone is full of unspeakable complex feelings. Late night S sent me a WeChat, she said she was nervous to sleep. I was in front of the screen as if I was an elder who was comforting young people. I told her one word at a time. This is just the most common day in your life. It only needs to be mediocre, no matter what happens, at least there is me. The shield is in front.

S returned to my expression of a hug, and the time was just three o'clock. There is a lyric to sing the mood at the moment: "Brave does not mean not nervous." In fact, my heart is not embarrassing? But in front of S, I have to show a calm feeling, because the little details of the partner's emotions are also crucial for tomorrow's interview.

The sleepless night finally passed. We took a long gun and a short gun, and sat on the scene with a notebook recorder, waiting for the curtain to open. When the lecture went to the climax, the leader suddenly sent a message for me and S is a devastating message - because the X lecture is over, it is necessary to catch the plane. In addition, because the overcrowding of the scene caused the lecture to be delayed for half an hour, our ten-minute single visit was forced to squeeze out.

When I got the message, I sat in the same place as S, as if I had felt the frustration of all the efforts and the moments of exhaustion. In the last half hour of the lecture, we became more and more restless and thought of countless planBCDE... ... applied repeatedly to the leader, but they were all rejected. The boring wait made me gradually unbearable, and the dissatisfaction of slowly fermenting in my heart made me want to give up. I put away the recorder and the notebook and asked S if I want to go together. S seems to have shaken a bit. I closed the switch for a single eye several times in a row, and I have begun to comfort her. "The sudden situation is for us. Everything is commonplace, as long as we work hard for it, even if it is not in vain, at least it is worthwhile in our hearts!"

Without waiting for me to finish, she grabbed my hand, raised her eyes, looked at me, and then slowly said a word.

"Schoolmaster, can you accompany me to try again?"

Her eyes were a little flickering, and her tone was full of cravings. At that moment, I seemed to see me when I was a journalist, and she was reluctant to give up. I finally nodded, her eyes lit up, the eyes were closed, and then I ran out through the crowds in the auditorium.

"I have heard about the residence of X this trip. It is less than ten minutes away from our school. After X finishes, I must go back to my place to pack my bags. We are going now, and we will definitely have the opportunity to visit her!"

I don't think about the possibility of successful interviews in this way. I only know that even if it is a failure, this is the most glorious failure. Because, this little courage and enthusiasm, for me and S, is worth cherishing for every young person in the world.

Because after passing through a congested intersection, we gave up the idea of ​​taking a taxi. Just like the reporters on the TV who ran for the first-hand news at the speed of 180 mph, they stepped up and ran towards X's residence. When we ran, the wind came against us and we swept past us. Without us, we are more eager to fly than birds at the moment. I have been playing back the eyes of S when I asked me. I blame why I will give up so easily now. Did the original enthusiasm disappear like this?

Perhaps this is the side effect that growth has brought me. After seeing more scenery, after going through more roads, I set off again. When I met again, I lost the original enthusiasm. Looking at the front end of the road is far away, I want to retreat and leave, no matter whether it is crazy or unforgettable along the way, just want to return to the original point of no wind and no waves.

I forgot how long we ran, only remember that when we arrived at the hotel, both of them panted into a dog. We opened the instrument in the hall and waited quietly. Praying for heaven can make luck come. We sat in the hall sofa and changed countless postures. We watched the national clocks hanging on the wall turn around half a circle, finally heard the footsteps in the calm, and X appeared with the assistants at the door. Walking towards the elevator.

I and S ran towards the elevator and struggled to explain their identity. They were always ready to throw out the interview questions, but we thought it was too simple. The assistant next to X kept saying "Today's teacher She was very tired. After talking for hours, the nephew couldn’t speak, so go back soon."

However, at the moment the elevator door closed, all the echoes fell in midair. I hurriedly asked if S had caught the hand, because the moment the elevator door closed, I saw S handing in something into the elevator. S shook her head and said that she was fine. When I was about to ask her what it was, the elevator door suddenly opened again.

03

"Just give you five minutes."

The assistant of X in the elevator said to us, and then walked out of the X that was over half a year.

I can't think of it. How can the other party who just refused to change the idea so quickly, agreeing that we take up valuable time for the interview. For the next five minutes, I and S obviously didn't have time to investigate why, but the only thing we know is that we did it.

We quickly condensed the prepared interview outline, and completed an interview with X in this short five minutes. Finally, when I sent the X elevator, X’s assistant suddenly stopped me and handed over several sheets of already wrinkled paper. Gave me.

"This is the girl who just thrown in. It was X that I decided to give you these five minutes."

Isn't this the hundreds of interview questions we have prepared before? I look at the questions that have been discussed and screened countless times, and I saw the bottom line of handwriting - "X teacher, this is my first time doing this." Reporter, I have prepared for this interview for a week, and I ask you to fulfill me, even if it is a minute."

It is the font of S. I seem to see her eager eyes in this line of words, revealing the fireworks.

S came over and couldn't wait to prevent it. She gave me a big hug and then continued to say thank you to me.

"I want to say thank you to me. If it weren't for you, I might never realize this kind of successful happiness."

I patted S's shoulder, and then went out to find a coffee shop, and continued to work to write the night's press release in the early morning.

04

Later, the press release was rated as the most popular news of the school media in that quarter. The leader sent hundreds of oceans as a bonus, and S and I went to the coffee shop. We ordered the most expensive coffee here and talked until late at night. In the end, I sneaked those crumpled papers into her bag.

Because, after that few words, I left a sentence, "Thank you, I took me when I wanted to step back."

Later, whenever I recalled the days when I was a journalist in the school, this experience would first come to my mind.

It is like a long road that stretches in my life. It teaches me. Whenever I want to give up, I will stick to it again, because at this moment, I may have an unknown long distance from the end of success. It may be ninety-nine steps, nine hundred ninety-nine steps, nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine steps...

However, once I choose to give up and turn back, then I am left with the most difficult step between failure and origin.