interview

While listening to music with headphones on, she asked casually, "What are you listening to?"

I replied that it was "Snow Melting".

She shrugged: "I've never heard of it. You can tell it's old-fashioned just by the name. You actually like this kind of song."

I slowly frowned: "I haven't heard of it? Don't you like Lu Zuomin the most?"

She was taken aback and said incoherently: "Maybe... I missed a song..."

I completely deleted Lu Zuomin's songs from the playlist, picked them out one by one, and dragged them into the trash can one by one. Every time I clicked "Confirm Delete", I felt a kind of revenge-like pleasure.But then, looking at the empty playlist, I felt small and powerless for the first time in my life.

I finally understood why my former team members could easily get Lu Zuomin's contact information, why she quickly withdrew after she suggested it, why Lu Zuomin entertained me so readily and even revealed his heart to me, and why I found the concert video from more than 20 years ago. No fuss why my paper got published in such a short cycle.I understand everything, but besides deleting Lu Zuomin's song, what else can I do?

Lu Zuomin called me again. I guess the former team members tipped him off.He thanked me again and mentioned that a fund could be set up at my school to provide funding for my project.

I declined his kindness, and wanted to ask him about Tao Guangyu's recent situation, but I couldn't ask him in the end.On the surface, they look so affectionate, that's enough.

The next day I went to a professor's office and talked to him about my future research direction.He praised me for my high starting point, and asked me if I had any plans for my next project.I smiled and told him the direction of my next subject:

Oral historical materials and the unreliability of historical materials in the information age—the obstacles and disadvantages of the development of "new historiography".