Mindful

On Monday, Qiao Yuanlin arrived at work with a box of belongings in his arms, and deliberately rushed early. There were not many people waiting for the elevator, so he didn't have to worry about bumping into Sun Zhuo.

The decoration and layout of each floor are basically the same. When he reached the twelfth floor, he had the illusion that he hadn't moved, but a line of big characters caught his eyes and brought him back to reality - the veteran cadre activity center.

This floor is divided into three office areas. In addition to the activity center, there is also a new media operation department and a column group.He still has to do interviews, so he should be in the column group.

Qiao Yuanlin walked around the corridor for a while, and stopped outside a large office. The nameplate on the wall read: "Pinghai Octopus" column group.

"Damn." His first reaction was terrified, "It can't be here!"

"Pinghai Octopus" is a well-known program among locals, and it reports on trivial matters in Pinghai City every day.The last time Qiao Yuanlin watched this show was in the second year of junior high school. The reporter shamelessly shouted the slogan "Xiao Da is out, one is better than two", and he was so shocked that he quickly changed the channel.

The show was brilliant at the beginning of its inception. Over the past few decades, it has been sparked with lightning. It has changed from a news channel to a life channel.

As time goes by, this show has become less and less present on the station, and I can't even think of that kind of show when it's a big gala show.Just like a cold palace, those who are about to retire, those who have made mistakes, and those who are not easy to arrange are basically stored in it.

Qiao Yuanlin looked terrified. Could it be that in Sun Zhuo's mind, he, the son of an old colleague, was considered a related family?But he has always been the first in the exams, how many years has Lin Chengbi been away from the nest!

Now he goes back to the interview department to kneel down to Sun Zhuo, is there still time?

The cleaning aunt came to work, and she passed by and asked: "Little handsome guy, you have been stuck here for a long time, should I find someone to do something?"

With a glimmer of hope, Qiao Yuanlin said, "I may have gone to the wrong place."

Aunt Clean: "Then don't hang around this door, you will be scolded if you meet the irritable sister."

Qiao Yuanlin: "Miss irritable?"

"It's the editor-in-chief of this house." Auntie shattered his fantasy, "The surname is Bao."

Just after finishing speaking, a middle-aged woman with a low ponytail came from the direction of the elevator. She was dressed too plainly and carried a schoolbag like a student's sports bag. She was carrying two leek boxes in her hands.

Qiao Yuan and Lin's heart was pounding, it was even more intense than sharing the bed with Liang Cheng back then.The woman came to the door, glanced at him up and down, opened the door and said, "Is it you who called last night?"

"It's me." Qiao Yuanlin followed in. The office area was similar to the second group, and he felt sad, "You are... Editor-in-Chief Bao."

Bao Chunshan turned his head back: "You are crying early in the morning, whether it is a bad day or not, give me some joy!"

Qiao Yuanlin squeezed out a smile, walked into the office and closed the door, the smell of the quarrels in the back alley was still fresh in his memory.

Bao Chunshan sat down to have breakfast, didn't mention what Sun Zhuo had explained, and just said: "Our team has no shortage of idlers, and those who lack work, try it for half a month first, if it doesn't work, just stay where you are cool."

Qiao Yuanlin responded, "Well, I will work hard."

Bao Chunshan said: "Also, Octopus is different from the news you used to do. It must have fun in life. I heard that you disagreed with Director Sun. I was transferred here. Put your stubborn temper to me. I won't let you Noisy."

Qiao Yuanlin was full of resentment, and was overwhelmed by the fragrance of leeks. He promised them one by one, took a document and went out to work.When he reached the door, he hesitated and stopped.

In order to improve the new leader's impression of him, and to make life easier in the future, he decided to play tricks in the workplace and asked, "Editor-in-Chief, is your son's name Qiu Le?"

Bao Chunshan said: "It used to be, but now it's called Bao Le."

"I know Xiaole." Qiao Yuanlin said, "I used to live in a cheongsam shop in Wanping Alley, have you seen me?"

Bao Chunshan: "I don't remember."

"Then do you remember Liang Cheng?" Qiao Yuanlin gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "I am Liang Cheng's younger brother."

Bao Chunshan raised his eyebrows full of arrogance, and said, "Just that Liang Cheng who crashed into my house on a motorcycle and stuffed my son in the trash can? Is he your brother?"

Qiao Yuanlin Yilin: "...not a real brother, but actually not very familiar."

The new career at Octopus kicked off. Three days ago, Qiao Yuanlin still had illusions, hoping that Sun Zhuo would call and say that the interview department needed him.In fact, they met in the cafeteria, and the person surnamed Sun nodded at him.

But he didn't regret it, another doctor was invited for that special episode, and Liang Cheng would not be involved again.

After accepting the reality, Qiao Yuanlin devoted herself to her work and understood the meaning of Bao Chunshan's "no shortage of idlers".There are many idlers in this broken column group, who are diligent at first, but lose their motivation after spending a long time in it.

He didn't want that, he would rather use the strength of three people alone.Bao Chunshan saw this, and gradually ordered him to do more and more things. He was not only a reporter, but also an assistant to the editor-in-chief.

After a week, he met new partners, reporter Wei Ge, editor Xiao Xu, and photographer Da Zhi.Octopus reports about plumbing failures in old residential quarters, running away from the gym, and couples being hung upside down by electric cars for a passionate kiss in the street...

Before leaving get off work, Qiao Yuanlin went to hand in materials and manuscripts, and knocked on the door. Bao Chunshan had just been hung up, and the last sentence seemed to be "you can think about it."

It was mentioned in the morning meeting that Bao Chunshan wanted to report on a brave old man next week, but the other party did not want to be interviewed, and he probably was completely rejected just now.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Editor-in-Chief, this kind of thing cannot be forced."

"What do you know?" Bao Chunshan said, "The old man caught a fugitive and was injured. The Public Security Bureau wants to publicize this matter positively. We media and other news are all grabbing. They are not refusing interviews, but refusing us. Octopus."

It would be of great benefit to the column team if it could be reported exclusively. Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Has the old man been discharged from the hospital? Why don't you come and visit me, to be more sincere?"

Bao Chunshan looked at him: "Are you resting tomorrow?"

A Mercedes-Benz cross-country was parked obliquely in front of the TV station. Liang Cheng might get off work on time, and so did Qiao Yuanlin. It was all due to luck.Fortunately, the doorman had informed him in advance that he could pick him up if he didn't leave.

Liang Cheng poked his head out and said, "Thank you."

The uncle chuckled: "Don't be polite, I can't eat the oranges you gave me for nothing."

Qiao Yuanlin came out with the computer bag between his arms, the front cover of the car was shiny and dazzling, he took a slow step, the uncle urged him for Liang Cheng: "Come on, your brother has been waiting for a long time."

"..." After getting into the car, Qiao Yuanlin took out his computer and turned on the hotspot.

The two remained silent, tacit understanding, Liang Cheng concentrated on driving, Qiao Yuanlin worked, and the radio sang a slightly sad but acceptable old love song.

Stuck on the elevated road, impetuous drivers honked their horns, Liang Cheng propped his forehead to admire the dusk, and occasionally tilted his head, Qiao Yuanlin's outline was painted with red gold edges, which was extremely beautiful.

Sensing that he was watching, Qiao Yuanlin said, "Are you bored?"

"Well, no one pays attention to me." Liang Chengdao.

Qiao Yuanlin opened the file, borrowed business to dissolve the current atmosphere, and said, "Recently, there was an old man who jumped in line while spreading pancakes. It turned out that he was a wanted criminal who had been on the run for ten years."

Liang Cheng asked: "How many eggs are there on the wanted criminal's pancake?"

"Are you annoying?" Qiao Yuanlin suppressed a smile with a bulging face, and swiped the page, "The uncle bravely captured the fugitive and was honorably wounded. It turns out that he is a retired policeman..."

Liang Cheng asked strangely, "Why didn't you talk about it?"

Qiao Yuanlin turned to look at him, turned the computer screen to him, and pointed to the name in the document, Cheng Liye.

Liang Cheng glanced at it. The traffic was moving, so he withdrew his eyes and focused on driving.Qiao Yuanlin closed the computer, a little regretful, and turned up the volume of the song as if trying to cover up something.

Liang Cheng held his hand, stopped him, and said, "It's all right. Want to interview him?"

With his hands wrapped in palms and resting on the armrest box in the middle, Qiao Yuanlin struggled slightly and said, "He doesn't want to, so come to the door tomorrow to have a talk."

Liang Cheng asked, "Is it important?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied against his will: "It doesn't matter, just try."

The Che River ran straight down the viaduct, and Liang Cheng said, "You know, when you are thinking carefully, you will lick your lips."

Qiao Yuanlin immediately pursed his lips, and then let go, not knowing what to do with his lips.

After a while, Liang Cheng said, "Maybe I can help you."

In the second half of the journey, Qiao Yuanlin didn't move, his fists were clenched, he had the illusion of being favored by others and betraying his body... and felt that Liang Cheng was asking for comfort.

On Saturday morning, Liang Cheng accompanied Qiao Yuanlin to the Municipal Bureau's family home. Foreign vehicles were not allowed to enter. They walked in and found Building No. [-] by memory.

Back then, Cheng Liye left He Jie a detailed address so that she could come over whenever she needed help, but He Jie never came.

At the entrance of the unit, the smell of boiled Chinese medicine wafted from the fourth floor. They went upstairs, Qiao Yuanlin walked in front, and looked at Liang Cheng's expression before ringing the doorbell.

Ding dong, Liang Cheng calmly pressed it for him.

It was Cheng Huaiming who opened the door. The captain of the criminal police had an extraordinary memory. He immediately recognized Qiao Yuanlin as the middle school student who called the police at the Linghai Warehouse. When he saw Liang Cheng behind him, he was obviously a little bit surprised.

Entering the house, the bedroom door was open, and Cheng Liye shouted from inside: "Huaiming, who's here?"

Cheng Huaiming didn't answer, went into the kitchen to turn off the fire and fetched medicine, and led them into the bedroom.On the bed, Cheng Liye was lying upright with one arm in plaster and his waist twisted.

Liang Cheng walked to the side of the bed, and said coldly, "Why aren't you hospitalized?"

Cheng Liye has been very old these years, and he is a veritable "uncle". He stared at Liang Cheng and stopped Hun'er. After a long time, he sighed heavily: "I'm not dreaming..."

Qiao Yuanlin was carrying a box of milk, put it down and asked, "Uncle, do you remember me?"

Cheng Liye recalled: "The kid who pretended to pick up money... I guessed that you knew each other!" When he was excited, his back hurt, but he smiled, "Sit, sit down."

Liang Cheng was wearing a shirt and trousers. Although the buttons were unbuttoned and the sleeves were folded at the elbows, it did not prevent him from being noble and glamorous.By bringing Qiao Yuanlin here, his goal has been achieved, and he doesn't want to chat about old times.

Cheng Huaiming could tell, took a pack of cigarettes, and said, "It's stuffy in the room, go to the balcony to smoke one."

Qiao Yuanlin was the only one left in the bedroom. He expressed his intention to come and took out his work card, hoping that Cheng Liye would be interviewed.

With such a favor as Liang Cheng, Cheng Liye couldn't refuse, because he said: "I really don't think it is necessary. Although I have retired, I have been a policeman for decades. It is only natural for the police to catch criminals, and there is nothing to praise."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Heroes deserve to be seen."

"What kind of hero am I?" Cheng Liye smiled wryly, "I'm a policeman, and I haven't been involved in a few major cases in my life. Now that I'm old, I won't show my face in front of my face."

Qiao Yuanlin was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it a big case to accidentally kill someone to save your adoptive mother?"

Cheng Liye was stunned, blushing: "You know everything about Liang Cheng?"

Amid the unpleasant smell of herbs, Qiao Yuanlin seemed to have started an interview. He hadn't drawn up a draft, hadn't preset an angle, and asked questions one by one based entirely on instinct.

Cheng Liye resisted, this old policeman who had just done meritorious service, recalled the past more than ten years ago or even earlier, the woman who called the police, the young man with scars, and the man who defended with eloquence, the picture was chaotic.

Why didn't he pay attention to it, and only regarded it as a family dispute, as a parent disciplining the children, until that night, the police notice was whipped on him like an iron whip.

But it was too late, he had no time to repent, but first put on shackles for the boy who had asked him for help.

Cheng Liye has regretted it to this day. This is something he can't let go of in his life. He doesn't deserve to be praised as a "good policeman".

Qiao Yuanlin listened quietly, and first considered as Liang Cheng's friend, and said: "Liang Cheng is willing to come, not only for me, his life has changed a lot, and he has been trying to let go of those things. The handshake is too exaggerated." , I hope you all untie your knots and live a more relaxed life."

Cheng Liye wiped his face and said, "I'm really surprised that he came here today, and I don't expect anything else."

Qiao Yuanlin wrote down the contact information and said, "Uncle, if you change your mind, please contact me anytime."

"Stop trying to persuade me, I don't have the face to accept those praises..."

"No." Qiao Yuanlin Fucheng Liye sat up and brought him warm Chinese medicine, "Praise is nice, but it's far less serious than what you said just now. I want to do an exclusive interview with you."

Cheng Liye looked at him in surprise, and he said: "Write down your pride and regrets as a policeman, don't just deny everything for one thing. To commend you for your brave deeds is to encourage the public to have this spirit. I also hope You can talk about that year in the interview and warn everyone not to make the same mistake."

Liang Cheng smoked two cigarettes on the balcony, and chatted with Cheng Huaiming for three words. The spider plant is good, the weather is good, and the greenery downstairs is good.

When he was so bored that he jumped off the building, Qiao Yuanlin came out of the bedroom and said with a relaxed expression, "Let's go."

Leaving Cheng's house and entering the elevator, Liang Cheng thought the walls were unhygienic, so he stood in the middle with his pocket in his pocket.Qiao Yuanlin was in front of him, watching the mentally handicapped advertisement on the screen with great interest.

"Cheng Liye agreed?" Liang Cheng asked.

"Yeah." Qiao Yuanlin turned her head, her throat itching, "The smell of cigarettes on your body is not as good as traditional Chinese medicine."

Liang Cheng shirked: "Cheng Huaiming's cigarettes are too low."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "There is no good-smelling smoke."

Liang Cheng said again: "I usually don't smoke."

Qiao Yuanlin turned back and muttered, "Who cares if you smoke or not."

Liang Cheng stared at the back of the head with thick hair and a clever roundness, and said, "It doesn't matter if you smoke, then I'll help you, so let's take care of the meal, shall we?"