In the Central TV studio.
There were still two hours until the livestream at 8 pm.
This time, Huang Haonan was personally overseeing it.
He didn't even come to the studio for the last episode of " Ancient China ".
However, this time, it was because of a minor character.
Huang Haonan came.
Ever since he became the station head for seven years, he had already forgotten how long it had been since he had personally come to the studio to direct.
"Look, that's the station head. He's usually elusive!”
"I've been interning at the station for three months, and this is the first time I've seen him.”
"Is that so?"
"Yes, he's so cold. Don't you know who he is? He's the station head of the Central TV Station! His level isn't low!"
Huang Haonan did not care about the whispers around him at all.
There was only one thing on his mind.
That was to make today's battle a beautiful one.
Because some warriors never fought on battlefields.
This sentence also reminded Huang Haonan of the photo Su Chen had shown him.
Liu Changchun!
A hundred years ago, he had fought a war against the entire world alone!
He did not use a gun.
He was gritting his teeth as he held the flag and walked in the Olympic stadium.
That was Huang Haonan's life.
It was the loneliest photo he had ever seen.
……
At this moment, the sky was almost dark.
In a village courtyard.
A few youths pushed each other as they ran back from the village entrance.
As soon as she returned to the courtyard, she scooped a ladle of water from the big vat and poured it on her head.
Then, he shook his head vigorously.
His hair was wet and he looked like a hedgehog.
The child in the middle.
He was about thirteen or fourteen years old.
His name was Li Dongsheng.
He was famous in the village for running fast.
Two days ago, when the volunteer teacher came for a home visit, he left the things at home.
Li Dongsheng picked up the teacher's things and ran. In three hours, he ran 15 kilometers back and forth on the mountain road to deliver them to the teacher.
The teacher counted the time after receiving the items.
He was shocked.
These days, he was going to take him out of the mountains to the provincial capital. He wanted him to join the city's sprinting team to practice.
Today was her last day with her grandfather.
Therefore, before the sun had even set, she obediently returned to the courtyard.
The neighbors in the courtyard were all sitting around a television to enjoy the shade.
"Li Dongsheng! Wipe your hair, don't catch a cold."
His grandfather came over and gave him a kick in the butt.
The elders in the village were like this. They spoke the gentlest words and did the most ruthless education.
Then, Li Dongsheng was dragged to sit in front of the television.
"History has been on TV for the past two days. You should take a good look at history. It's good for your child in the future.”
Grandpa cursed as he used a towel to wipe the dirt off his pants.
Li Dongsheng grinned. A village kid was indeed tough.
He watched the television. The television signal here was not good, so he could only receive the signal from the central station. All day long, it was either news or history.
He took it as a sound and did not care at all.
……
On the national gymnastics training team.
A coach with a big belly had an iron-blooded expression.
"You haven't eaten yet! Ah?"
"Just waste your talent like this. In the Olympics in half a month, you'll be a joke to the entire country!”
The girl in the middle who was hugging her knees was teary-eyed. She buried her head in her knees and said nothing.
"Usually, when he takes selfies and posts on Weibo, he smiles so brightly!”
"You're f * cking on the pole, like a f * cking quail. You're still pretending to be a swan? Everyone else is busy training, but you're the only one who likes to be beautiful!”
The coach's eyes were filled with pity, but he cursed even harder.
"Let me tell you, with someone like you, even eating shit can't compare to being hot!”
"Gold medal? Dream on!"
Bang!
The cushion was kicked away.
The girl's ankle was swollen. She gritted her teeth and said,"What's so good about being an athlete?"
"Eh? Why are you still talking?"
The coach raised his hand and wanted to slap this girl!
They were both in sports, so they couldn't say anything. He had been beaten up by the old coach. All he knew was scolding and beating!
"Go ahead and fight!"
A heart-wrenching cry.
The young girl was in tears." It's not like you haven't won a gold medal before. What about now?" Isn't he just a lousy coach who wants to show off in front of us?”
"Who are you in front of others?!"
"Who will pay attention to you!"
She shouted at the coach," Twenty years later, I don't want to be like you. I don't want to be a man who worked for the country when I was young and couldn't even afford a house in the end!”
"In order to win three gold medals, you were crippled for twenty years. Other than the few of us, who still remembers who you are!”
The girl cried and vented her emotions before tearing off the tag on her body.
"Isn't he just an athlete of the national team?”
"I don't want to be one anymore, okay?!"
With that, she used all her strength to throw the national sign on the coach, turned around, and pushed open the door of the gym to leave.
"Zhang Xiaoyu!"
"Don't stop her. Let her go."
The female gymnast next to her wanted to stop her, but she was stopped by the coach who had a numb expression on his face.
His facial muscles trembled slightly in anger, and then his eyes softened again.
"You guys train. I'll go get you ice packs.”
The coach suddenly seemed to have aged a lot. He limped toward the locker room.
The way he walked was different.
Looking from behind, he looked very pathetic.
Zhang Xiaoyu rushed out of the gym. She had nowhere else to go for the time being.
Outside was a busy street.
She suddenly felt lost for a moment about the future.
He had been practicing gymnastics since he was thirteen, and he was sixteen this year.
Other than flipping on the pole, she knew nothing else.
"Boss, are you hiring a network manager?”
Half an hour later, she walked into a small internet cafe wearing the Chinese team's vest.
……
At the entrance of the Meteorology Bureau's family courtyard.
On the parallel bars.
A man who looked to be in his fifties looked up at the horizontal bar above his head.
His hair was already bald.
The young couples around them sat on the parallel bars beside them, holding milk tea in their hands and swinging their feet.
A boy looked at the old man with disdain.
"Look at that baldy, hehehe, looking at the horizontal bar. It's been ten minutes. I wonder what he's thinking?”
"That's Uncle Zhang from the Weather Bureau!"
"When he was young, he came down from the Vietnam War. He liked to play games all his life. The Olympics are coming soon, so I guess his mind is active again. Haha!"
The girl took a sip of her milk tea.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity.
"Eh? Don't laugh at the uncle. How many horizontal bars can you make? The kind that can be pulled up.”
"Pull-ups?" The boy smiled. About three. In a class in our school, there are no more than five people who can do three.”
He glanced at the bald man.
"With his stomach, I think he can only look up. He might not even be able to reach it if he jumped up, haha!”
He held the girl in his arms and thought about how he could show off his skills in front of her.
At this moment.
The bald old man in front spat on his hand.
After rubbing his hands together, he jumped and firmly grabbed the horizontal bar.
The girl beside him pushed the boy away instantly and stared at the bald old man.
The old man pulled it up with all his might.
That strength was actually not bad.
However, the next second, the old man's left hand suddenly slipped and he fell off the horizontal bar. Half of his body was covered in soil.
The boy burst into laughter.
He even thought that this baldy was going to counterattack.
The bald old man got up from the ground, shook his head, and slowly left.
Two aunties passing by pointed at him.
"Old Zhang, when he was young, his left hand was shot and crippled.”
"When he was in his teens, his hair would have been so thick.”
"Hey, did you like him when you were young?”
"You don't sound like you. At that time, Brother Zhang from the Weather Bureau was someone who almost went to the Olympics. Which daughter in the family compound didn't have feelings for him?”
The two old aunties pinched each other and pushed each other away with the basket.
The girl on the parallel bars had a straw in her mouth as she stared at the bald old man's back in a daze.
"Did you almost participate in the Olympics?"
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