On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Jingxing got up at six o'clock to catch the flight. Pang Xi, who wanted to stay an extra day, ignored him. Wu Mingyang went to the hotel to pick him up in person, because he had prepared some things for Mr. Yang to take back to Puhai and had to check them in.

He entered the terminal before seven o'clock, and Editor Yan also called early. Because it was too late yesterday and it was inconvenient, he only went to the human resources department to find out more about it this morning, and explained it to Mr. Yang in detail before the plane arrived.

"Dong Ming Daily" is one of the earliest in China to separate the reporting and editing. If Mr. Yang's friend insists on being an investigative reporter, it is not necessarily impossible. Although "Dong Ming Daily" is famous for walking on a tightrope, not all sections need to walk on a tightrope. Current Affairs News

It still requires quite a lot of experience to do it, and economic news is also very promising. The entertainment and culture supplement is in line with Mr. Yang’s major, or you can go to the lifestyle and consumer consultation section first to get familiar with it, and you can arrange it and wait. Editor-in-chief Yan

He also suggested that it might be better for him to communicate directly with students, and he might be able to persuade girls to develop their sense of justice in a more reliable way. If he could persuade students to become editors, that would be the best, and the income would be higher.

Yang Jingxing was much more concerned about this matter than the European premiere of the Second Symphony. He left Wu Ming and Yang busy and went to make phone calls. He even had to carefully understand the daily work of the newspaper office. What is the specific rate of submission? Editor-in-chief

What's the matter with the contradiction? Is there still a contradiction in the photo?

It was a sunny day in Puhai yesterday afternoon, and He Peiyuan said that it was cloudless early this morning, just like summer. When Yang Jingxing got off the plane, he found that the sun was really shining in the sky, and the outdoor temperature was over ten degrees.

Dragging two suitcases into the house, Yang Jingxing found that the shoe cabinet was completely open and empty. He could only put on disposable slippers and shouted: "Honey, I'm back."

The curtains in the living room are all open, and two windows are open. However, the sun is still behind us at the moment, and the sun will shine brightly in the room at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. He Peiyuan's coat is on the sofa and her bag is on the coffee table.

Yang Jingxing turned left and right, and soon found that the terrace was full of shoes but there was no sound. He cautiously poked his head out.

"Ha! Haha..." He Peiyuan succeeded first.

Yang Jingxing was furious and wanted to catch the girl and take revenge, but He Peiyuan, who was wearing an apron, gloves and headscarf, was only allowed to kiss her because she was covered in gray and had to clean her shoe cabinet and cook quickly.

Yang Jingxing is such a good cousin: "What are you doing showing off Yang Yun..."

Since his girlfriend is so virtuous, Yang Jingxing checked the newly brought boxes. Wu Mingyang is also really affordable, including pork elbows with soy sauce, snacks, preserved fruits and pickles. There is also a big package wrapped thickly with bubble wrap, which is quite heavy, okay?

It was easy to take apart and found to be green radishes wrapped individually one by one. The producer gave the investor six large green radishes to drag back all the way.

He Peiyuan thought it was quite good for Wu Mingyang to give gifts like this. Those piled up in the utility room were really ungrateful and useless. But she really shouldn't have rushed over so early in the morning to buy groceries. It was enough to make a fool of herself.

Yang Jingxing also praised Wu Mingyang: "Zhengchou, what can I say to your parents? Pretend to send it over at night."

He Peiyuan twisted her waist and said, "I'm not going back. I have to go to you. I'm exhausted."

Yang Jingxing hehehe: "Then tomorrow."

He Peiyuan didn't even blush: "Let's try a little first, just in case it doesn't taste good... Is the pork ribs stewed with radish delicious?"

Yang Jingxing took it seriously: "What were you planning to stew?"

"Braised."

"I want to eat braised pork."

"You need to eat radishes in winter..."

There was not enough time to divide the work. Looking at the refrigerator next to the sink, it was a sumptuous lunch. Yang Jingxing also quickly put on his gloves and started working, and the plates were placed on the stove.

"To blanch the ribs, use cold water in the pot." He Peiyuan, a beginner, started to pay attention to details.

Pork ribs stewed with radish, marinated elbow, pan-fried steak, leek yolk eggs, snow peas, green vegetables, five vegetables and one soup. Originally there was also shredded potatoes in the plan, but in the end it was fried into a mess in the pot. He Peiyuan

It was determined that Yang Jingxing did not cut it well and refused to let ugly monsters come to the table to ruin the atmosphere.

After drinking red wine today, Yang Jingxing felt numb: "My wife, thank you for your hard work."

He Peiyuan clinked glasses to Mianzi: "Thank you for your hard work, husband... I wish my husband a happy family, a smooth career, and more good works in the coming year."

Yang Jingxing quickly added: "I wish my wife love and love, and inspiration for her debut novel..."

The radish tasted good, but there was definitely a lot left over, and the bottle of wine was almost empty. He Peiyuan got into a drinking mood again, and sat astride her boyfriend's lap at the dinner table to take the initiative.

Oops, it's two o'clock, and He Peiyuan still has to pack her clothes and watches, so she can only leave the table, dishes and chopsticks to the man. She was also given the title of "Good Husband", but I don't know how long it will last.

In the taxi, He Peiyuan was almost lying in her boyfriend's arms. After struggling for a while, why could she see dust and rainbows in the air inside the car under the sunlight, or the morning glow and sunset? The question was almost over. After getting off the car at the door of the unit, He Peiyuan herself was still

Standing firm: "We will bask in the sun in the yard before anyone comes."

There were many people who liked to bask in the sun. There was a large circle of chairs in front of the main building. Seven or eight people were chatting cordially, and more than half of them took off their coats. This time, the new young male erhu player who was taking turns to exercise was stunned for a moment and then smiled broadly.

Added: "Director Yang..."

Except for Captain Qi and Chief Erhu, everyone stood up, but they had to stand for a while and wait until they were closer before speaking: "Director Yang hasn't returned to Jiuchun yet."

Yang Jingxing was also pleasantly surprised: "So early."

The dulcimer player was funny: "You didn't drive? There are so many parking spaces today."

Yang Jingxing would say: "The sun makes walking easy."

Yes, yes, there are only two days of such good sunshine in a winter, which is a good sign. I heard that the weather forecast in New York is also very good.

Qi Qingnuo is really particular: "Did you bring sunscreen?" She even raised her hand to cover her forehead.

He Peiyuan shook her head: "No."

Yang Jingxing seemed to be sarcastic about his ex-girlfriend: "The leader is on duty personally."

Qi Qingnuo's smile became even brighter: "The director personally falls in love."

Unlike the hesitant and forced smile of the person next to him, Yang Jingxing was so thick-skinned that he didn't realize it: "I came to greet the leader, the cultural troupe hasn't come yet?"

I didn't expect Director Yang to come, but it should be soon. The stipulation is to gather at three o'clock. The driver hasn't arrived yet. Captain Qi and Director Wu are on duty today.

Finally someone remembered: "I'll get two chairs."

Yang Jingxing said there was no need and there was no need to make a phone call. Captain Qi stood up and invited He Peiyuan: "Let's stop drying out. We're going to get oily."

"Are you able to make it in the afternoon?" He Peiyuan's voice sounded like a private chat.

Qi Qingnuohe: "Once the cultural troupe leaves, no one will care about it..."

It seemed that the two of them, 306 and 306, were going to the small building to relax. The chief erhu was so bright that he squinted his eyes and looked up at the composer: "Are you still busy these two days?"

"I'm fine." Yang Jingxing was so bold as to sit in the group leader's seat, looking like a grandma: "Mr. Miao, don't you have a big problem with your child?"

The man next to him smiled and answered helpfully: "I sent mom here with his dad, and he didn't seem to have any objections."

The chief erhu was a little confused and surprised: "Director Yang, have you seen Dangdang?"

"I heard that she is very cute and clingy to her mother..."

During the Chinese New Year, everyone was doing a lot of things. In addition to being concerned about the physical condition of Xiao He's father, the seniors of the main group even started to talk about issues such as Jiuchun's terrain making it difficult to access the high-speed rail.

People came to bask in the sun one after another. The chief dulcimer was accompanied by his family, the pipa player was accompanied by his wife, and colleagues from other parts also came to see him off. The courtyard of the Puhai National Orchestra became more and more lively. The driver arrived and said:

The solar activity was dispersed, and the bus stopped in front of the main building and started loading the goods.

The wife of the chief dulcimer was a good talker and would not let go of Yang Jingxing. Fortunately, the party branch secretary Xiao Diyang came and everyone greeted her together.

Xiao Diyang usually doesn't care much about business work, so he told everyone in the yard that this performance has received too much care and support from superior department leaders and also asked all actors to keep their mission in mind, not only to serve overseas Chinese

Overseas Chinese would like to offer their most sincere and warm New Year greetings, but also let foreign friends feel the wonderful charm of Chinese traditional culture during the longest and most solemn Spring Festival. The task is arduous but also glorious. I believe that everyone can successfully complete it under the leadership of the cultural group leader.

.This is a very meaningful Spring Festival. I wish everyone all the best and good luck.

There are still people who haven't come, including Wen Fujiang, Qi Qingnuo and He Peiyuan who have just come downstairs and haven't reached the distance suitable for applauding the leader. However, Xiao Diyang doesn't seem to be a particular person, and he only talks casually with outsiders Yang Jingxing.

A hand: "Good boy."

Yang Jingxing returned the gift: "I wish you good luck in the new year."

Xiao Diyang encouraged: "Your name has already been registered in the city. Secretary Chi of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles has praised you by name many times."

Yang Jingxing: "Thank you for your leadership support."

Xiao Diyang was funny: "If Mr. Ding hadn't said hello, you wouldn't be able to finish the meeting now."

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "I'm afraid of meetings and can't speak."

Xiao Diyang quietly nodded in support and looked at him to express concern: "Have you eaten lunch?"

Fortunately, Wen Fujiang arrived about ten minutes earlier than the time he set. Now everyone had to greet the leader's wife again. Wen Fujiang was a little more particular. He shook hands with the secretary first and thanked each other for their hard work, and then worried about whether everyone was there.

Whether the goods are on the car or not, I was delayed because I went home to pick up my things on the way home, so I strongly recommend that you check it carefully again!

The middle-aged female family member chatted with Qi Qingnuo and He Peiyuan again. In terms of appearance and appearance, she was really not as diligent as her mouth, and even her expression and tone of voice seemed restrained when she spoke.

Wen Fujiang really wanted to open his eight eyes and four mouths, and finally rushed to Yang Jingxing: "Do you know the North American Chinese Collecting Association?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head.

At this time, Wen Fujiang still complained in a low voice: "A director came to me directly and said that he wanted to support 3,000 US dollars, but he still refused."

Yang Jingxing laughed directly: "You have become the office director."

There was nothing Wen Fujiang could do. There were far more enthusiastic people this time than last time. Those who wanted to entertain, sponsor, invite, or negotiate were all lined up. Although some practices were not in line with the domestic situation, they belonged to our compatriots after all.

You can't show off your good intentions, so Wen Fujiang looked over his shoulder and saw: "Xiao He is here." He immediately thanked his family: "Hello, thank you for your support..."

He Peiyuan didn't even have time to respond to the group leader, so she turned to her boyfriend and muttered: "Can you tell she's been drinking?"

Yang Jingxing observed carefully: "It's a little different and beautiful."

"Lao Qi's parents will come to pick her up and take her to the airport later." He Peiyuan blinked and almost whispered: "You're back early."

Yang Jingxing turned his back proudly, and happened to bump into Wang Yaming to speak...

Although there were a lot of people and it was a bit crowded, there was actually no panic. After searching for a while and finding nothing wrong, Wen Fujiang loudly announced to get on the bus, it was 3:15, it was always right to be early.

Goodbye at the beginning, have a safe journey, have a good year, thank you for your hard work... Why did Wen Fujiang say thank you to Qi Qingnuo for your hard work? He also wished the composer and Xiao He a good year, shook hands with the secretary and said goodbye, and finally waved goodbye to the farewell team.
To be continued...