When the wine party ended, everyone was drunk and called the delegate driver north.

"Leader, take my car, I'll ask the driver to take you back first." Xiangbei suggested.

At this critical moment, you must follow the rules and have the ability to be aware of! This is the basic quality that a qualified subordinate should possess.

"No, I have something to do. I have a car to pick me up. Besides, I live in the Phoenix Community in the east, and it's not a good way to stay in the south. However, you can escort Xiao Luo." Qu Changguo smiled in a fascinating smile.

Xiangbei Luo Fangyi looked at each other with awkward eyes. However, the two of them still stood with the cold wind and obediently accompanied Qu Changguo until they got into a black car and left.

"Let's go, Luo, I'll take you home." Xiangbei opened the rear door and invited Luo Fangyi to get in.

"But, Master, we are in the opposite direction."

"I can't get around much, get on the bus."

Turn the front of the car and head to the north.

"Little Luo, don't care too much about what everyone says during dinner tonight. They are jokes told in the bar. Everyone is just like this. When they interview them, they are serious when they are at the table, and once they are at the table, they will be more serious than the other."

"Although I have ruined my views, I think it's okay. At least this is the most realistic and natural way of the journalist industry. Otherwise, it would be so tiring to have a tight face all day long."

"Yes, you see, everyone is talking and laughing, but in fact everyone has their own difficulties. Young people are under pressure from young people, and the ‘older people’ have under pressure from ‘older people’.”

"Old people? Master, how old is the profession of journalists?" Luo Fangyi asked curiously.

"Do you know the 'Seven Years Itch'?"

"Of course."

"Actually, in the seven or eight years of the journalist industry, even if you are about to enter old age, this state is itchy. Everyone has their own itchy methods. Some want to climb up but can't climb, some want to walk out but can't walk, and some don't want to go anywhere, so their butt hurts."

"It's really interesting, haha, I'm still young and can't understand. But I'm home." Luo Fangyi opened the car door, "See you tomorrow, remember to smoke less, drink more water, and don't drink coffee at night!"

"A high-end community, I didn't expect that Teacher Luo came from a wealthy family." Xiangbei glanced through the car window: all the small high-rise floor-to-ceiling windows, super-large distances, no blind spots in the greening, and the doorman's standard salute posture, however, Luo Fangyi seemed to disagree with this joke, which made Xiangbei embarrassed, "Oh, hurry up and go back and rest."

He watched Luo Fangyi go upstairs, leaning north on the backrest, breathing a sigh of relief. The busyness and social engagements from morning to night made him physically and mentally exhausted.

During the years I worked, Xiangbei spent most of his time on business trips. He almost ran through the cities and counties in Beijiang Province, but he didn't like this feeling of floating. Only when he returned home, lying on the sofa, leaning his head against his wife, and talking to each other, did he feel that it was the warmest moment.

Home is the place that makes Yingbei feel the most at ease.

Among relatives, friends and colleagues, Xiangbei and his wife Zhou Xuecen are a couple of heaven. They are both studying in Beijing, with college alumni, and at different levels of the same major. Xiangbei is two years older than Zhou Xuecen. At a postgraduate entrance examination exchange meeting organized by the college student union, Xiangbei was invited to share his experience with everyone. When the exchange meeting was interactive, everyone asked about the skills of reviewing and preparing for the exam, but Zhou Xuecen handed Xiangbei a note, which was his contact information.

Xiangbei held the note and looked at Zhou Xuecen's back as he was away, stunned. This way of acquaintance impressed Xiangbei.

Needless to say, what happened after that, probably like every Beijing love story, two people went from getting to know each other to falling in love and became lovers. Later, Xiangbei studied for a graduate degree in another university in Beijing, and the two met less, but they still met once or twice a week.

After graduating from graduate school in Xiangbei, he chose to work in Hedong City, more than 500 kilometers away from Beijing. At this time, Zhou Xuecen was still in his senior year and the two became a long-distance relationship.

In his first year of work, Xiangbei, like many newcomers, was not recognized by the manuscripts he wrote on the bench without being liked by his leaders. Although he pretended to be nothing, he would call Zhou Xuecen to talk to him whenever he was drunk and cry like a child. At this time, Zhou Xuecen would listen quietly to him crying, listen to him vent his depression, and then say some warm words to him like a mother to his child. There were even countless times when she was worried, so she quietly bought a ticket to Hedong to spend those difficult days with Xiangbei.

A year later, Zhou Xuecen graduated from university and followed Xiangbei to Hedong. The two lived in the single dormitory of the newspaper. The dormitory was more than ten square meters, without a bathroom, without a kitchen, and could not take a bath. Zhou Xuecen looked at it and bought a few pairs of bowls and chopsticks the next day, making it a simple home. The dormitory was too cold in winter, and the two squeezed into a single bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, listened to the song, and fell asleep at the snowy scene outside the window.

After living like this for 5 years, the two finally had a real home of their own

Three years ago, the two bought a house in the southern suburbs of Hedong city with their savings over the years and money they borrowed from relatives and friends. Although the house was not big, it was their own home after all. In another year, the two had the crystallization of love - Nuo Yi. Xiangbei felt that the child was the best gift God gave him. Nuo Yi went from babbling to toddler learning, every small change brought endless surprises and joy to his family.

Xiangbei and Zhou Xuechen's parents are both "children when they are old" and have children only when they are thirty-four or fifteen years old. In the present, this is a very common thing, but it was rare in the 1980s. Therefore, when they have their own children, their parents are already seventy years old. Not only can they not hold the children, but even taking care of themselves has become a problem. Therefore, the elderly on both sides live in the county town hundreds of kilometers away, and they only occasionally come to the provincial capital to see their children.

The hands of a mature man are used to "moving bricks" and the other to hold children, so he has developed strong arms.

Every time Xiangbei goes home, the first thing is to hold Nuoyi like a small plane, run around every room, listen to Nuoyi's "giggle" laughter, and then play on the floor covered with children's pads in the living room. Nuoyi playfully rubs the stubble towards Bei with his little hands, and grabs his head in a mess.

When Xiangbei returned home, it was already past 11 o'clock, and most of the alcohol had disappeared. He opened the door of the main bedroom. The bedside light was still on. Nuoyi was already asleep, and Zhou Xuecen was also sleeping leaning against the head of the bed. Xiangbei quietly changed his clothes, took a hot shower, and tiptoed to the second bedroom to sleep. He just lay down and the door was open. It was Zhou Xuecen.

"Why don't you say a word when you're back?" Zhou Xuecen was sleepy.

"Isn't this afraid of waking you up, my wife." Xiangbei held his cell phone.

"Oh, are you still busy sending WeChat messages? Drinking out friends, WeChat messages brings lovers, gambling results brings enemies, and stock speculation results brings crazy people. You are drinking and WeChat messages, but you forget your wife and children?" Zhou Xuecen's words were filled with complaints.

"It's so sour. Did our vinegar bottle fall?"

"Yes, but there are still some left. Do you want to drink?"

"I'm afraid of you, my wife." Xiangbei said in a gentle tone and held Zhou Xuecen's hands. "You don't know. I've been returning from my business trip, but I can't help myself. You have a lot of them, don't bother me."

"Good and smooth." Zhou Xuecen turned her back.

"I'm sleeping?"

"I just fell asleep not long after. The child knew that you were back today and didn't fall asleep until eleven o'clock."

"I told Qu Changguo that I will rest tomorrow and spend time with you mother and mother at home."

After Nuo was born, Zhou Xuecen took half a year of maternity leave. After the maternity leave, she went back to work. The company transferred her job, saying that it was a job transfer, but in fact she was "spent from the frontier" and placed her in a strange position. Zhou Xuecen soon discovered that she had become unnecessary in this company. She understood the boss's intention: newcomers save money and are easy to use, I want to fire you!

In addition, no one took care of Nuo Yi, Zhou Xuecen decided to quit her job and become a full-time housewife, and to take care of her husband and children at home. When she put the resignation letter on the boss's desk, the other party's face was unforgettable for him. "Snowcen, your resignation is a major loss to the company. Why don't you think about it again?"

Zhou Xuecen smiled faintly, leaving only a back view.

Xiangbei saw and remembered his wife's efforts to this family. He also kept telling himself that family is the bottom line, and he would use everything, including life, to protect the two most important people in life.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't told you yet, Nuo has a fever all the time today." Zhou Xuecen suddenly remembered.

"Fever? How many degrees?" Xiangbei sat up from the bed.

"38.5 degrees, I have applied a fever-reducing patch, but it still has no effect. I started to have diarrhea at night, and I was irritated and vomited."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You have to go to the hospital." Xiangbei complained a little.

"Go to the hospital? You said lightly. Why do you ask me to take it alone? It's hard to call the car and the number is difficult to hang up." After hearing Xiangbei said this, Zhou Xuecen got angry. "But I gave him antipyretics and see how it will be tonight. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Yeah," Xiangbei responded and stood up to go to the master bedroom, touching Nuoyi's forehead, "It's quite hot."

"Don't you know someone in Hedong Hospital? A doctor I've interviewed before. Please contact him tomorrow morning and get us a team?"

"Forget it, let's register normally, it won't take much time."

Since becoming a reporter, some relatives and friends have always asked Xiangbei to find a doctor or report, as if reporters are an omnipotent profession. Xiangbei is very disgusted.

But he also understood that this situation was helpless. After all, China is a society of personal favors. Even in a provincial capital city with a sufficiently developed nature, human favors are still the greatest "resource".

Xiangbei will try his best to help those relatives and friends, but when it comes to his own affairs, he is unwilling to use these "resources" because he understands that no "resources" are free, and you have to pay them back at the appropriate time.
Chapter completed!