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The author has something to say: I'm here to update~ Yesterday I was %&#￥~￥%... I was really busy, I don't know where to start...

This article has been being archived, but looking back now, there are many unsatisfactory places, so I can only update while revising. Thank you for your opinions, I will stick to it~

Another new article will be updated on time at [-] o'clock tonight, this time it is true!I still want to write a new article that is real and more interesting at the same time. Amway here, haha~

Retire~

Ouyang Wensi didn't go home all night.

Zheng Yuan was bored watching the news and was even more bored. When he picked up the guitar and plucked it, he felt that the tone from the guitar was dry and tasted like chewing wax.

His phone vibrated all night.

At a real estate launch conference not long ago, he was pulled into an industry media WeChat group.There are more than 500 people in that group, and they are basically industry journalists, advertisers, and planners.Now, no matter whether it is traditional media or online media, they are all operating WeChat public accounts, and the articles updated every day have a performance appraisal of "clicking likes", so colleagues in the industry media circle post articles in this WeChat group every day. And red envelopes, please click and forward.Often within two or three hours, there are thousands of new messages in the group.

On Sunday night, the WeChat group became active again.Zheng Yuan blocked the group information.His cell phone was silent again.

He leaned on the sofa and unwrapped a pack of white Marlboro himself, and found that the mint flavor of the cigarette was very weak.

Where is Ouyang frustrated now? He can't think about it.When Ouyang left, for a moment he wanted to stop him.Just because he saw Ouyang's disappointed expression, he thought of trying to accept the intimacy with others for the first time.

But this thought is only for a moment.Ouyang closed the door from the outside, and he realized that it would be better to let Ouyang go to a wider place than to be half dead now.

When the time was close to midnight, Zheng Yuan's mobile phone vibrated unexpectedly on the coffee table.

He quickly took it over and took a look. It turned out that Editor-in-Chief Wei had sent a WeChat message, telling him to interview Zeng Xianqi tomorrow afternoon, and asked him to send the interview outline to Zeng Xianqi's assistant before going to work tomorrow, and he needed to review it first.

Zheng Yuan always thought that the interview would be postponed, so he replied to Editor-in-Chief Wei to confirm the interview arrangement.Editor-in-chief Wei said that Zeng Xianqi needs some positive reports recently to support the market, and also wants to find opportunities to cooperate with the newspaper for new projects.Zheng Yuan put down his phone, pondered for a while, and simply replied to Editor-in-Chief Wei, "Understood".

In any case, he was in no mood to prepare an interview outline today.Go to bed now, and send out the outline early tomorrow morning, thinking so, he still lay on the sofa without moving.

When Zheng Yuan woke up again, the sky was already bright.Although it was early morning, thick gray clouds had piled up on the horizon, and the skylight by the window was also filtered into gray.

He turned off the air conditioner, opened the window of the living room, and a gust of stuffy air rushed in.He was hesitating to send an email to Zeng Xianqi's assistant when he suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.Knock a few times to stop, and then continue to ring.

Zheng Yuan rubbed the back of his neck, which was sore from the air conditioner, and went to open the door, only to see Ouyang standing by the door a little askew.His eye sockets were red, and although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was water in his eyes.Seeing Zheng Yuan, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious, but his eyes closed unconsciously for a moment.

Before Zheng Yuan could say a word and came back, Ouyang took a deep breath and walked in the door unsteadily.Zheng Yuan saw that his footsteps were slightly staggering, and wanted to reach out to help him, but he didn't.

He closed the door behind Ouyang, turned around and saw Ouyang standing in the narrow entrance, leaning gently against the wall, looking directly at him, and whispered: "I'm back."

Zheng Yuan saw bloodshot eyes in his eyes and wanted him to rest first.Before he could open his mouth, Ouyang had swayed closer, covered his mouth with his alcohol-smelling hand, and said, "I'm back."

After that, he lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders lightly. When he raised his head again, he continued: "Don't explain anything, I won't pretend that nothing happened again."

Zheng Yuan looked directly at Ouyang, finally couldn't resist the stubbornness in his eyes, turned his head away, and pushed his hand away.

Ouyang put his hands on his shoulders and shook his head.

Zheng Yuan spoke first, "Although you won't let me talk, I have to work now. You're about to pack up and go to work."

These words really had some effect on him, he lowered his hands and said nothing.

Zheng Yuan walked back to the living room, unkemptly opened the laptop and began to prepare the interview outline.

Ouyang followed him into the living room, sat down beside him, and watched him work without saying a word.

When Zheng Yuan came to his senses after sending the email, he realized that Ouyang had fallen asleep with his head tilted beside him.

It seems that he hasn't looked at Ouyang's face seriously for a long time.There was almost no blood on his pale face, like a jade in the dark, showing a dignified white color, which seemed a bit cold in the summer.A tear ran down his cheek, down his temple, and disappeared.

Zheng Yuan reached out to wipe the tear stain, but withdrew his hand like a superficial touch.He hurriedly stretched his feet to fumble for the slippers next to the sofa, and at this moment he couldn't stay here for another second.

Although he was careful not to make a sound, Ouyang woke up.

Zheng Yuan jumped up from the sofa, but was still hugged tightly from the side and fell back to the sofa.

"Don't worry, I've asked for leave." Before he could speak, Ouyang spoke in a soothing voice and held his shoulders tightly.

Zheng Yuan wanted to tell him to stop making trouble, but he knew that Ouyang would not be obedient.

"I had a dream just now." Seeing that he didn't struggle much, Ouyang put his chin on his shoulder and said softly, "In the dream there was a small room. Everything was small. A small sofa , a small TV, and a small bed. And it's cold."

Ouyang stopped here, as if recalling a scene in a dream.

"I've been dreaming about this room a lot lately. At first I didn't understand why. Now I remember it. It was the room I lived in many years ago. It was only for one night. It was like the winter break of my senior year when I ran away from home However, I can’t recall the reason, anyway, I don’t want to go to school anymore.” After thinking for a moment, he continued.

"I remember at that time, I seemed to come to see you. At that time, I thought that no matter what I did, as long as I could support myself, I would be willing. In a small city that is so small that I can't remember the name, waiting for the train transfer early the next morning .”

"The business of the small hotel next to the train station is very poor. The boss drinks in broad daylight, runs away from his wife, and is looked down upon by his own daughter."

"I looked at that scene, and I didn't think there was anything. But when I went back to the guest room, alone, recalling the disgust and anger of the boss's daughter looking at him, I began to wonder if everything I did was right. That's right. For a moment of impulsiveness, and then start to live a muddle-headed life. It doesn't matter what others think of me, but what if I am looked down upon by someone I value?"

"I don't know if you still remember, I called you that night and told you that I was going to be admitted to our university. I wanted to be by your side, but in a different way. You ran away, and I had to change another kind of way."

Ouyang looked at Zheng Yuan's expression after finishing such a long series of words in a calm tone, and found that he was just silent, so he continued: "But I took a detour, I have been taking a detour for so many years, and there is almost no way to turn back .I know it's not that you don't like me, and I also want you to understand that I won't give up this time. I'll wait until..."

Listening to Ouyang's words, Zheng Yuan suppressed the sadness in his heart and said: "Ouyang, you shouldn't be muddling around, you are right."

He saw Ouyang's eyes light up for a moment, so he didn't dare to look again.Ouyang's feelings are too heavy, and he can't breathe like Mount Tai.Taking too long on one thing will make him lose patience and confidence.Now he feels that the emotion in his heart is flowing into an unknown black hole, and even he himself cannot judge whether it is because this emotion overflows or is replaced by another emotion.

So he kept silent, and then said again: "I've been selfish all this time, making you feel hopeful, I'm sorry."

"I don't need your apology." Ouyang whispered with a bad feeling in his heart.

"I know, I just wanted to... say sorry to you."

After hearing this, Ouyang's arms holding him seemed to loosen a little.When he wanted to hug him tightly again, Zheng Yuan had already broken free, and the childish secrets in his eyes disappeared.

"There is still an interview in the afternoon." After standing up and saying this, he stretched out his hand to rub the sore back of his neck, only to find that the palm of his hand was a little wet.Ouyang raised his head, but his eyes were lowered, without answering.

Zheng Yuan quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, went back to the room and took the interview book and recording pen, thought for a while and put the recording pen back in the drawer, without looking at Ouyang again, he headed out the door.

When cycling in humid and dull air, you will not sweat.Ouyang's words reminded Zheng Yuan of a long time ago.What was their original intention at the time?But why did it become the current situation?

These reasons include cowardice, misunderstanding, and self-esteem that cannot be let go. Is it better to take a real step forward now and turn everything over?

He felt a thorn in his throat, and went directly to the social news department on the third floor when he arrived at the newspaper office.Unexpectedly, not only did I not see a few acquaintances, but also learned that another colleague had left the job.

Near noon, when he was eating braised chicken and rice next to the newspaper office, photojournalist Wang Kun, who used to work with him, and several colleagues also came to eat, and Zheng Yuan greeted her across the table.

Wang Kun greeted his colleagues, came over and sat down opposite Zheng Yuan.She used to be the photographic ace of the newspaper, always wearing a ponytail, like a little girl who just graduated from college.She rushed to the front line during the Wenchuan Earthquake and produced many award-winning works.

"I'm going to the newspaper's Health Weekly." After Wang Kun sat down, he raised his thumb and pointed to several colleagues behind him.

Zheng Yuan didn't speak, he pushed the plate towards her, motioning for her to eat some chicken nuggets to pad her belly first.Wang Kun shook his head, lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Old fresh meat, it's not a big deal to waste here. Yancheng Times has already started to halve the manuscript fee, and I heard that various subsidies have been cancelled. Our newspaper office is not far away from this day." .Before you are surrounded by children like me, find a suitable job."

"That's what you said." Zheng Yuan felt that Wang Kun's words really hit the nail on the head.There is no need to think about repaying the loan now. Ouyang is planning to go abroad, and his mother is fine. Why should he stay here half dead in the morning.

After hearing what he said, Wang Kun crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, and said, "I'm not joking."

"I'm not joking either." Zheng Yuan said, pawing his mouthful of rice.

Wang Kun looked at his expression, said "Come on, if anyone can help, just call me", and returned to his new colleague.

The interview in the afternoon was conducted at the wine table.Mr. Zeng Xianqi drank red wine and recalled his glorious deeds, avoiding the important and paying attention to the minor, with a high-sounding appearance.There was a shrewd smile on the round, three-jawed face.

Editor-in-Chief Wei and Liu Min were drinking with them, and made some cooperation proposals on the sidelines.Zheng Yuan refused to drink on the grounds of writing a manuscript, but seeing the situation, he could only help with a few bad words.

After chatting about irrelevant topics, Zeng Xianqi invited Editor-in-Chief Wei and his team to visit the model villa of the project.

"Editor Wei, please give us your opinion. We are not sure about the point of publicity." Zeng Xianqi enthusiastically led the way, implying an advertising cooperation.

Zheng Yuan had already visited this model room when he was working on it.Revisiting the old place, his identity has changed.He came as a buyer, a whistleblower.At this moment, he has become a partner.

In common model rooms, visitors are provided with a pair of shoe covers in order to prevent ground wear and facilitate cleaning.The part of wearing shoe covers is self-help for visitors. High-end projects are usually equipped with two machines for wearing shoe covers.Step on the foot into a box at the lower end of the machine, and the shoe cover will be automatically put on the shoe.

But in the model room of this villa, the salesperson squatted down to put on shoe covers for the visitors.When he came to make an unannounced visit last time, Zheng Yuan was extremely unaccustomed to this service, and he didn't want to experience it again this time.

"Ms. Wei, you go in first. I have a phone interview here, and I'll go find you later." With the mobile phone in his hand, he made excuses, ignored Editor Wei's piercing eyes, and walked to the grass beside the villa to take a breath.

"Are you Zheng Yuan?" Zheng Yuan had just had time to catch his breath when a deep voice sounded beside him.

Zheng Yuan turned his head and looked at the person. It turned out to be Zeng Xianqi's personal assistant.He looks to be about the same age as Zheng Yuan, with neatly trimmed hair, straight eyes, straight back, one can tell that he is from the army.His appearance belongs to the kind that can be forgotten at a glance, but Zheng Yuan still feels that he looks familiar.

"Yes. You are..."

"Haha. You may not remember. More than two years ago, in the Letter/Visit Office, you reported for our folks? The one who seized the cultivated land? My name is Chen Mingda."

Zheng Yuan carefully identified it, and then remembered that incident.That was the task he received shortly after joining the newspaper office.Farmland in a village in a county under the jurisdiction of Yancheng was forcibly occupied, and the villagers ran to Yancheng to appeal.The person in front of me was the one who contacted Zheng Yuan at that time.At that time, in order to track and report the situation of many parties, he and Chen Daming stayed up from early morning to late night in the petition office for several days.

Compared with other accident reports, the impact of this matter is not too wide.After Zheng Yuan finished the report, he was not very impressed, but the person involved was very impressed.

"You're welcome. We're just reporting the facts. The problem will be resolved later." Zheng Yuan waved his hand and pushed back the cigarette handed over by the other party.

Chen Mingda took back the cigarette with a smile, and said, "You are still like this. Last time the folks asked you to have a light meal, but you declined."

Zheng Yuan said it should be, and the other party asked again: "Have you changed your career now? Didn't you work in social news before?"

Zheng Yuan vaguely agreed.Seeing Zheng Yuan's attitude, Chen Mingda didn't say much.

Editor-in-chief Wei and the others planned to return after visiting the model room.It was Liu Min who drove the car when they came, and Zeng Xianqi arranged for Chen Mingda to help them open the return agency on the return trip.

Editor-in-Chief Wei and Liu Min drank a lot at noon, and leaned against the back of the chair to rest when they got in the car.Several people were silent all the way.Under the gloomy sky before the thunderstorm, the car galloped on a smooth high speed, and returned to the newspaper office within an hour.

Chen Mingda got out of the car and opened the door for Editor-in-Chief Wei and the others, and the three got out of the car.Liu Min drove the car into the parking lot of the newspaper office, editor-in-chief Wei greeted Chen Daming at the entrance of the newspaper office, and then walked into the newspaper office gate.

Zheng Yuan greeted Chen Mingda and helped him hail a taxi on the way back.

A taxi stopped in front of the two of them. Chen Mingda reached out and shook Zheng Yuan's hand, and said, "Thank you for what happened last time. My family still keeps your report. I remember you said that you would continue to do social work. Report and look forward to your more exciting articles."

Zheng Yuan was overturned by this sentence, and hurriedly said that he was not polite, and sent Chen Daming away.He returned to the office sullenly, and was called into the office by Editor-in-Chief Wei before he reached his desk.

Zheng Yuan thought that Editor-in-Chief Wei was going to tell him about the interview, but unexpectedly, Editor-in-Chief Wei said straight to the point: "Zheng Yuan, do you think your current job is not suitable for you?"

Zheng Yuan didn't answer, another thought was circling in his mind.

He is not afraid that he will not be successful and famous all his life, and he is not afraid of running around the scene of the incident with a pitifully small salary all his life. He is only afraid that he will make people like him squat down and put shoe covers on him all his life.

Seeing that Zheng Yuan didn't answer, Editor-in-Chief Wei said, "The person interviewed this time is indeed not a bigwig in the industry. If you have any opinions on the line-port division of labor, you can directly mention it to me, and I will coordinate."

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath and said vigorously, "Mr. Wei, I want to resign."