Wrong body

I worked as a journalist for Meijiang Daily for a while. Omega's entry into the newspaper is not to be a secretary, but to run news, which is rare in the industry.During my internship, I often heard gossip behind my back, saying that it was a lie to not take it to heart at all, but if I was really defeated by such a small setback, I would not insist on staying here.

In the Sanshan newspaper circle, Meijiang Daily is the sacred place in the eyes of rookie reporters. If there is an absolutely fair balance in the industry, there is a high probability that it will be placed in this newspaper.At the beginning, I competed with dozens of candidates, and finally got an internship spot. I met face-to-face with Editor-in-Chief Luo of Meijiang Daily.

The name of the editor-in-chief is well-known in the industry. He has won many journalism awards and is always active in the front line.When writing editorials to criticize current events, the words are sharp, but the essay columns are somewhat warm, but more often they pursue social events meticulously, write down the facts impartially, calmly and objectively, and are practitioners who truly dedicate their lives to journalism justice .

It's always a busy business, and editors spend most of their time at the paper.He has been single for many years and has never seen anyone by his side.Colleagues sometimes joked that he was too old and should submit a matching application to the country as soon as possible.When he heard this, he would always make a haha ​​and perfunctory, saying that everyone should be concerned, I had already sworn marriage to work.

He is indeed a workaholic, and most of the special articles are completed in the newspaper's office with only three pings.Before living here, the editor-in-chief used to own a whole floor in Triweekly—he didn’t hide his past, and often joked with us, saying that he was just a gossip-eating bedbug before, but fortunately a friend helped him get rid of it Mire, become who you are today.

The report on Xinlihe in [-] was the opportunity for me to become the editor-in-chief of Meijiang Daily, and it was also the cornerstone I posted on the front page of the scrapbook to urge myself to devote myself to the writing business.I think its appearance has changed the fate of many people.

Half a year after entering the newspaper, I passed the internship period and received an important assignment to interview a person.The subject of the interview was the rookie in the business world at that time, the most eye-catching omega Miss Yao San in the city.

As an omega, I have a lot of admiration for her.To be able to fight his way out of the Sanshan business world controlled by alpha, his willpower is absolutely extraordinary.That interview was a group interview, and because I was too thin, I could barely stand in the middle of a group of colleagues.When it was the reporter's turn to ask questions, others raised her hand several times before being preempted by others. Ms. Yao saw my embarrassment and took the initiative to ask this reporter friend, do you have any questions?

At that time, she had already answered a round of questions, which were basically commonplace topics about how to balance work and family as an omega and what requirements she would have for a future alpha partner.When she called my name, I was so nervous that I blurted out that it doesn't matter what I ask, what matters is what you want to tell me.

All the colleagues around me laughed, but Ms. Yao gave me an extra look and said that I like the way you speak.Looking at the name tag on my chest again, I asked Ms. Pan from Meijiang Daily if she was?

I'm a little flattered.After the group interview, she invited me to stay alone and gave me 10 minutes for an exclusive interview, so I got an exclusive article, which received a good response after publication.Later, Ms. Yao and I had several interviews and exchanges. When talking about this past incident, I asked her why she singled out me from all the reporters.She replied because what I said reminded her of someone she knew.

your friend?I asked.She said that she is not a friend, but she is a person I admire.

Miss Yao San, whom the world admires, must also be extraordinary, but unfortunately I don't have the chance to meet her.I only worked as a reporter for three years, mainly because I got married and became pregnant.My husband asked me to recuperate at home. I thought he was making a fuss, so he scratched his head nervously and said, Yongwen, I am afraid that you are too tired.

My husband and I met at the newspaper office, a former colleague, I call him Senior Brother Zhao.He takes good care of me. Although he is a bit stubborn, he has a kind heart. I like his drive very much.But when we fell in love, I would chase him. This person is very slow when he encounters love, and it took me a lot of effort.Our marriage was not particularly smooth, and the combination of beta and omega is relatively rare, so we encountered many oppositions and problems, good or bad, and finally survived.

When I was pregnant, it was inconvenient for me to walk around, and I was afraid that the tip of my pen would get rusty, so I started writing novels.After reading it, the editor-in-chief invited me to be a columnist for the daily, and my pen changed from writing news to writing stories. I often wrote about the urban life of modern people based on what I saw and heard.

In [-], I encountered a writing bottleneck and couldn't write anything that satisfied me for a long time.During that time, I often visited my father at the cemetery in Tianmei Mountain. My father died of illness when I was in high school.

At the end of August that year, the hottest weather in Sanshan, I met a man in the cemetery.At that time, the fruit basket I was carrying was scattered, and because of the sequelae of pregnancy, my waist fell down, and it was very difficult to bend.After the other party saw it, he walked quickly to help me.

As soon as he approached, even though the pheromone had been suppressed very low, I immediately realized that he was an alpha, and subconsciously backed away a little.The other party probably saw my concerns, silently picked up the fruit back into the basket, and did not pass the fruit basket to me directly, but placed it two or three steps away from me.

He was so polite, and I seemed stubborn no matter how rigid the etiquette was, so I extended my hand generously and said thank you.

Alpha shook hands with me and said you're welcome.He asked which row of cemeteries I was going to, and he could carry the fruit basket for me if you don't mind.

I said that trouble you.The stone steps are very long, we walked very slowly, and we must chat for a while.I took the initiative to tell him that I was here to visit my father, and he nodded and said that I was here to see my mother.

He carried a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots in his hand, and I said the flowers were so pretty.He nodded again and said that it was delivered for someone else.

This alpha looks handsome, but his appearance is a bit vicissitudes, as if he has been running around all year round.I asked him if he was in the travel industry and he looked at me and said yes.

At that time, my husband and I were planning to travel overseas, so I asked him about the resorts of various countries with great interest.He asked me what kind of scenery I like, I replied that the seaside is good, he was silent for a while, saying that there are many choices.

I thought I might have touched something, so I changed the question and asked him where his next destination would be.He replied that he didn't know, he was looking for a place, to be more precise, looking for a place where a person would go.

From his expression and tone, I judged that the "one person" he said should be his lover.When people talk about the love in their hearts, their appearances are very different, and they are easy to distinguish. They can't help but talk a lot, asking if his lover hasn't told him where he is going.

Alpha was a little surprised, but he didn't blame me for being abrupt, and he answered no. He went to all the places he could think of, but he still found nothing.

Life is like this sometimes, and it doesn't mean you can find it if you look for it.I said.

He doesn't answer anymore.I feel a little guilty.Occupational diseases, when chatting with people, I am always used to inquiring into their thoughts. These few questions should have caused him a lot of trouble.

When I walked to my father's cemetery, I thanked him for carrying the fruit basket all the way for me. Alpha said it was okay, handed the fruit basket to me, turned and left.

I looked at his back, smelled the pheromone wafting from his body, and suddenly felt a strong sense of regret. I couldn't hold it back, called him, and asked, will you continue to look for it?

He was silent for a long time, and finally said to me, why not.

I remembered this little thing for a long time, and when I visited the grave in the second year, I encountered this alpha again.When we met last year, the other party seemed to have changed a bit, but he still came alone.

There are always shortcomings in life, just like my writing bottleneck. It has been two years, and I am seriously considering whether I should give up.I saw the other party from a distance, but did not step forward to talk to him.They were just two strangers, but they had just said a few words, so they should not bother—and fortunately, when he walked down the stone steps, I was looking behind, so I realized that he did not come to the cemetery alone.Someone was waiting for him at the bottom of the stone steps.

I couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, and I didn't know the other person's gender. I only saw a tall man with short hair. Alpha walked the last step, and the short-haired man reached out to him.The two touched each other, then held each other tightly, and walked forward side by side.

Come alone, go with a companion.I looked up, and the three mountains were clear and clear that day.

Later, based on this experience, I wrote a short story called "Halves of Day and Night", which roughly tells the story of two travelers who escaped from their respective lives and meet each other on the road. See the new world.

After this story was published, it caused quite a stir in Sanshan.I deliberately did not write the second gender for the protagonist, and many readers sent me letters, saying that they prefer this incomplete corner, so there are many possibilities for fantasy.I am relieved.

The editor-in-chief really liked the story.When it was published, he asked me if I could write a preface to it, and I agreed.He mentioned in the preface that the two protagonists of the story are like two oars, one long and one short.

This sentence left a deep impression on me. I think that things in the world are generally like this. Before you really get something, you always have to experience constant loss and search.If you don't look forward and keep going, who knows what you will encounter.

There are still too many things I want to record and create, and I am willing to keep writing.