"Fang Yi, I plan to change careers." Pang Dong seemed not interested in things like being criticized and reviewed, so he changed the subject.

"What, are you going to quit? The provincial station is very good, the salary is high, and the benefits are good." Luo Fangyi is in the job hunting season and is almost familiar with the treatment of the news media in Beijiang Province. This fat winter, I can't even enter the media, but he wants to quit. He is really in a blessing. The facts have proved once again that this fat guy has short-sighted eyes.

"Oh, I'm not saying quitting, I'm talking about transferring jobs." Pang Dong hurriedly explained, "I'm too tired now. I think I'm still suitable for dealing with customers."

"So, are you going to do marketing?"

"Yes."

"Marketing doesn't seem to be brisk. How great is the reporter. No matter where he goes, there are people to offer him respect. It's really enviable."

"You little girl, you are about to float before you even enter this industry?" Pang Dong opened his eyes vigorously. His eyes were small, like crescent moons, the kind that appeared vaguely at sunset. He was afraid of being misunderstood and saying that he was disrespectful to others. Therefore, every time he talked to others, he always tried to open his eyes wide. "What's the good thing about reporters? He offended people all day long, and was afraid of being hit when he went out. He didn't dare to argue with others when he hit him, and he was afraid of losing his image. He didn't dare to report to the unit after arguing, and was afraid of embarrassing his leader."

"Uh... why don't I understand what you are saying? Hi! Master, here!" Luo Fangyi saw Xiangbei coming over after having a meal and waved quickly.

"Hello, brother." Pang Dong stood up and greeted him.

"Pang Dong? Why are you here?" Xiangbei was as surprised as Luo Fangyi, and he was indeed a master and apprentice.

"What's wrong, isn't it welcome? Haha." Pang Dong smiled, "Our department happened to have a cooperation project with the newspaper to discuss, so I'm going to hit the front station."

"Welcome, welcome. Lion Head? The dishes ordered by Fat Winter are quite hard. This is our newspaper's signature dish. Eat more. The food in the newspaper is not as good as the provincial government. Let's tell me in advance next time, let's go out to eat."

Seeing Xiangbei carrying a convenience bag in his hand and there were two buns inside, Luo Fangyi asked, "Master, why are you eating this little?"

"I have something to do, so I can eat something to save time." Xiangbei looked hurried and greeted the two of them and left.

The editorial plane on the fifth floor of the newspaper, with a huge curved LED display screen, is being updated in real time to present the latest news clues. This is the provincial news information sorted out by the new media department of Beijiang Evening News through the big data system. It is like the nerve center of the reporters, allowing everyone to save the early collection of clues. Of course, the missing link does not mean that everyone can be idle, but there is more work to do. After all, the advancement of technology is not to make people lazy.

Xiangbei printed and bound the review letter and presented it to Yu Chongming.

At this time, Yu Chongming was having lunch and burping back to the office.

"Mr. Yu, this is the material I have sorted out. Do you have a look?" Xiangbei walked up to him and handed the material on both hands.

"Oh? I've written it, it's quite efficient." Yu Chongming picked up the vegetable stains between his teeth with a toothpick. After picking it for a while, he felt unhappy and rubbed his tongue repeatedly, and then spit a few times, as if it was transparent. "Leave the materials to me, I'll transfer them to Lao Chen."

Yu Chongming was planning to change into sportswear to exercise, but he was not in the mood to chat with Xiangbei. The so-called fitness is nothing more than practicing a treadmill and simple weight-bearing training. From 1:00 to 2:00 every day, the first floor of Beijiang Evening News is a gym. This is a habit that Yu Chongming has developed in the past few years.

I handed in my "homework" to the north and did nothing for the whole afternoon. This situation is really rare. Apart from feeling moldy and cervical pain all over my body and watching other colleagues be very busy, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, this is not the case in many cases. There was nothing wrong in the afternoon. When it was time for get off work, Yu Chongming called Xiangbei to the office.

The leader's illness is worried about his life.

Needless to think about it, I was talking about this review. Yu Chongming stroked his pen on the paper and put forward a few revisions. The leader is worthy of being the leader. With this reminder, the height and depth of the entire text are available.

Opinions are based on opinions, and the rest of the work should be done northward.

I had to work overtime again. It was ten o'clock in the evening when Xiangbei left the newspaper, and it was another difficult night. At this time, the streets had become empty. Xiangbei was driving, a little absent-minded, and it supported the only little consciousness based on the habits formed by driving over the years. He looked at the neon lights on both sides of the road along the way, the lights shining on the tall buildings, the cold and warm colors illuminating the warm homes.

When we arrived at the community, Xiangbei parked the car and looked up at the 8th floor. The lights were still on. The mother and the mother had not rested yet?

As expected, when he entered the bedroom north, Zhou Xuecen was leaning against the bed and coaxing Nuoyi to fall asleep.

Xiangbei tiptoed back to the living room, had a simple meal, leaned on the sofa to rest, and fell asleep unknowingly. When Zhou Xuecen woke up, it was almost midnight.

"Husband, go back to the house to sleep." Zhou Xuecen's voice was gentle.

"The child is asleep?"

"Yeah, I fell asleep."

"Wife, if you are tired or not, let's sit down and talk." Xiangbei said.

"Well, I'll pour you a glass of water." Zhou Xuecen felt that Xiangbei was a little abnormal today. In the past, Xiangbei returned home to eat something, watched TV for a while and then lay down to rest. At most, the two of them leaned against the bedside to chat. What's wrong today? It feels so formal?

"Husband, why do I think your face is a bit bad today?" Zhou Xuecen put the water cup on the coffee table.

"Uh... it's okay. Maybe it's because there are too many things in the past few days, so I'm a little tired." Xiangbei was silent for a while, "Wife, we've been in Hedong for 9 years, right?"

Zhou Xuecen also pondered for a while and said, "If you count on the internship of Beijiang Evening Newspaper, it will be eight and a half years. I am one year later than you, seven and a half years."

"Time flies so fast, eight years have passed in a flash. We have known each other for ten years." Xiangbei reached out and held Zhou Xuechen's right hand, holding it between his hands. The little hand was still so soft, as delicate and soft as the water in the stream. "In the first few years, we had no money and lived in a single dormitory. Now we have finally saved some money and bought a house. You have to take care of Nuoyi at home. Wife, you have suffered over the years."

"What are you saying? Husband, aren't you working hard too?" Zhou Xuecen leaned against his north shoulder, looking like a bird lying on others. "Do you still remember when you went to school? One year on the National Day holiday, we went to see the flag-raising, took the bus and took the subway from the North Fourth Ring Road, and it was already evening. Then we waited in the square overnight. I remember that it was very cold at that time, and we were wearing short-sleeved summers. We sat on the chairs by the side of the road. You held my hand and asked me if it was cold. That was the first time you grabbed my hand, and I was still hiding..."

Xiangbei's eyes were a little wet, "I think I was quite stupid at that time. I actually stayed on the street all night, haha. From then on, I have let you suffer with me."

"I didn't feel bitter," said Zhou Xuecen. "I still remember that one winter, you had to prepare for the civil service exam. You thought the school was too noisy and couldn't review with peace of mind, so you rented a hotel's basement... Now think about it... the room was so small, and you could only put down a single bed one meter and two wide width, and there was no room for a station. Moreover, the hotel was dirty and broken, and there were all kinds of people. Now I feel very scared when I think about it."

"Well, I remember... Later... I didn't pass the exam." Xiangbei smiled bitterly.

"You said, after the exam, I felt my face was wrong. You didn't speak. As a result, when you turned off the lights and went to bed at night, you started crying. First, you cried quietly, and then you couldn't help crying. I was frightened at that time, and I thought something was wrong."

"Well, because I feel like I didn't perform well in the exam..." Xiangbei felt a little embarrassed.

"Then I kept hugging you and didn't know how to comfort you. You said... I didn't do well in the exam today, you said... You might have to leave here and leave Beijing..."

"So you said, just leave, I will go wherever you go." Xiangbei answered her words.

"Although we were a little harder and tired at that time, I felt quite content." Zhou Xuecen was silent for a while, "Husband, don't put too much pressure on yourself. As long as our family is happy and happy, it is more important than anything else. At least... we have such a family, at least you and me, and Nuoyi."

At this time, Xiangbei could not control himself completely and tears burst out from his eyes. He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the embarrassment in his heart, but his body still couldn't stop shaking.

Perhaps Zhou Xuecen thought that Xiangbei thought about the past and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Xiangbei thought.

Zhou Xuecen felt the change in Xiangbei's mood. He didn't say anything as usual, just hugged him quietly and stroked his hair with his hands. However, this time it seemed that he felt different from the past.

"Husband, is there anything unpleasant at work?"

Xiangbei didn't say anything, slowly controlled his emotions and stopped sobbing, "I want to ask for a few days off from my unit tomorrow and accompany you and Nuoyi. I'm too tired from work recently..."

"Okay, you should have a good rest. You have been on a business trip for several months. Have you noticed that Nuoyi and you are a little unfamiliar."

That's right? Since the last incident in Luohe Village, Xiangbei has been running around for more than half of the time. Even if he doesn't go on a business trip, he goes out early and comes back late every day, and is completely staggered with his child's biological clock, so he naturally seems unfamiliar.

"Wife, do you have any place to go? Let's go out and relax."

"Uh..." Zhou Xuechen thought for a while, "We have to take Nuo out. It's not okay to go too far. Otherwise... go to Beijing, go back to our alma mater, and go back to the place we used to play. What do you think, husband?"

"Okay, no problem!" To be honest, Xiangbei hasn't returned to Beijing for six or seven years since he came to work in Hedong, and he has been thinking about having the opportunity to go back and have a look.

"Well, I want to eat the sweet and sour tenderloin from the school cafeteria..."

"What's the delicious dish? It's authentic made from Kung Pao Chicken..."

"No! Sweet and sour tenderloin is good!"
Chapter completed!