After leaving Wall Street, Lu Li did not return to school, but drove straight to the building of the "New York Observer". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the place, it seems a little quiet, after all, this is not the "New York Times" or the "New York Post", it is just a small newspaper.

In fact, there is no need for Lu Li to continue writing now, or more realistically, his ambition to make a career as a journalist has become increasingly slim with his decision to go to Texas. But Lu Li still insisted on it, not for his career, but just for his dreams.

Not because of the hard study and pursuit of four years of study, but because he really likes reporters, likes to use his own words to record the things in his life, which may be insignificant trivial matters, or major events that change the course of history, and likes to use his own views and positions to communicate with readers, which may be like-minded resonance, or it may be disputes with opposing positions. He thought it was a lot of fun.

Although he has now chosen the ranch, it does not mean that he needs to give up journalism, even if it is just as a hobby, he wants to continue to persevere.

As he said to Fred last night, in fact, many times, life is not all black and white, right and wrong. Choosing a life doesn't mean giving up on your dreams, and sticking to your dreams doesn't mean being desperate to put a moth to a fire.

The road of life needs to go down step by step, only through experience, to know the result, rather than learning from the experience of others, or the arbitrariness of paper talk, bystanders are always bystanders, can not replace the parties, can not replace "you", their experience and suggestions can only be used as a reference, because this belongs to "you" life, not his, not hers, but their own, their own feet out.

Whether it is inheriting Liz's ranch or discovering the space ring, Lu Li will still break out a life path of his own.

Walking into the editorial office, in fact, there is not the kind of enthusiasm that everyone imagines, or people who are trying to meet the deadline, the editorial department is relatively quiet most of the time, everyone sits at their desks and meditates, or answers the phone to collect news clues, and occasionally you can hear the laughter of relaxing and chatting in the pantry, which is the daily life of the media industry.

Only when there is an "911 incident", or a financial crisis caused by a real estate bubble, will the reporters in charge of this area be busy, and other reporters will involuntarily turn their attention to it.

Lu Li came to the office of his intern editor with ease, but he did not have an appointment today, so he could only wait quietly outside the office. After waiting for about half an hour, the office door opened, and a middle-aged woman in an off-white shirt poked her head out, "Fourteen, it's you, come in." ”

This middle-aged woman is about 1.7 meters, with dark brown curly hair curled into a high bun, and her smart and neat outfit reveals the shrewdness of a strong woman, but her face is always with a warm smile, giving people a kind of comfort like a spring breeze. She was Lu Li's former intern editor, Julia Higgins, who headed the social section of the New York Observer.

Julia was the first to walk into the office and asked, "How have you been doing lately?" Is everything okay in Texas? ”

"It's on track." Lu Li replied simply, "I got some inspiration and wrote an editorial, I thought maybe you could take a look." I was going to send you an email, but I needed to come back to see the professor, so I brought it myself. ”

Lu Li knew that Julia's work was very busy, and every conversation was concise, clear, and crisp. Essentially, this is not much different from Mark's meeting just now. Therefore, Lu Li only went straight to the point.

Julia was obviously very satisfied with this, and sat down first, "Show me, what subject?" ”

"Culture." Lu Li explained a little and handed over the printed manuscript, "The United States, like China, was built on a vast land, and the cultures of different regions are bound to have subtle differences - in fact, some of them are very different. The cultural differences between the East and West Coasts are not small, and the differences in the central region are even more obvious. And I, as a foreigner, entered this cultural difference, not only felt it more clearly, but also saw something different. So, I think it's a very interesting perspective. ”

Julia listened as she began to read the article, "New York's young people's desire to lose themselves in the thrill of the unfamiliar, while the Texas cowboys conformist in their own territory for prey, makes their parties take on a very different look." It's like going to a party with a complete stranger in China, which is a dreadful thing for most people. Julia quickly read the question, looked up, and said with interest, "Is this true?" I mean, it's scary for you to be at a party with a stranger? ”

Lu Li couldn't help laughing, "I think it should be said that maybe in a big city like BJ or SH, maybe the younger generation, their thinking is already different." But from the point of view of universal social values, this is true. ”

Julia touched her chin with a sudden realization, revealing an interested look, "Well, cultural differences." So, do you prefer a party in New York, or a Texas one? ”

"It's an interesting topic." Lu Li thought for a moment, "Actually, I love the madness of New York parties, you know, really ditch all the constraints and experience an exciting adventure; On the other hand, I love the warmth of Texas parties, where people always get along well and of course, after drinking too much, conflict is a fixture. In conclusion, I would recommend people to enjoy the party in New York because the Texas party is more like coming home for me. ”

This interpretation made Julia laugh, "Go home, I like that description." After laughing, Julia lowered her head and began to read, silent for a long time without speaking.

Lu Li was not in a hurry, and sat quietly in his position, waiting for Julia to flip through it.

"What do you think about elections in the United States? Next year there will be elections again. Julia broke the silence without warning and said, "Do you think there will be a huge deviation in the choices between New York and Texas?" ”

Lu Li obviously didn't expect Julia's thinking to jump so quickly, but the conditioned reflex was also very fast, "Of course. "I mean, the two states have different levels of education, the composition of their populations, and their economic strength, which dooms them to have different choices, doesn't it?" ”

Julia smiled satisfactorily, "Yes, that's what it means. Texas, like New York, is a very special state in the United States, with outstanding overall strength and a transcendent economic status. In addition to this, culture, education, social security, etc., the views of the two regions are very different. It's really interesting to look at it from the perspective of a third-party culture. ”

Julia flipped through the manuscript again, "So be it. We now have a column about culture and different authors update their articles. I could put this one in that column, but you need to shorten it first, this one is too long, and it should be under 1,000 words. Julia's words were still unambiguous, and she made a decision right away, "After that, you can try to write about some interesting topics, and then we'll see if we can continue to put them in this column." ”

Columnist, this is a very different position from a journalist. A journalist's role is more to be on the front lines, reporting news facts; Columnists, on the other hand, analyze phenomena, share opinions, discuss facts, and if things go well, columnists will eventually choose to publish books and embark on the path of publishing writers. It can be said that these are two completely different positions, but they both live by the pen, and both work for the newspaper.

Lu Li's mood couldn't help but soar, "No problem, of course no problem." ”

Julia could also feel Lu Li's excitement, "As for the issue of manuscript fees, let's read three articles first, and then talk about them in detail, how about it?" For these three articles, we will calculate the minimum remuneration of the newspaper. ”

"Three." Lu Li nodded vigorously, "That's it!" ”

"It seems that even when you go to the ranch, your life is still as fulfilling." Julia teased, "You said before that you wanted to continue to submit your manuscript, but I thought it was just a joke." ”

"Different environments always bring different inspirations, don't they?" Lu Li replied with a smile, "Although the columnist is not a reporter, which is a little different from my expectations, it is still a meaningful job." I think that's a start. ”

Julia nodded approvingly, "I can't argue with that. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that I need a vacation too, and my inspiration is running out." ”

"Are you sure you have time to go on vacation?" Lu Li and Julia are more familiar, she is a workaholic, so Lu Li didn't want to persuade her to go to the ranch at all - this is impossible, "Or do you get to the vacation place and continue to work?" ”

"Haha." Julia laughed out loud, "Everyone's pursuits are different, and that's part of the cultural differences. ”

"I thought it was part of the difference between the three views." Lu Li's rhetorical question made Julia smile even brighter.

When he left the law firm, Lu Li's shoulders were relaxed, and all the burdens were completely removed; When he left the newspaper building, Lu Li's shoulders felt a heaviness, and the heavy task was a little heavy. But whether it is the former or the latter, Lu Li can really feel the joy in his heart.

Although he doesn't know where the end of this column will go, he does have an opportunity to continue to hold on to his dreams and realize them, and the beauty of dreams shining into reality is gradually evolving into reality.

Raising his head, he looked at the familiar sunlight overhead—thin and cold, piercing through the clouds and falling through the forest of steel, barely feeling the warmth, but he loved it immensely, bright and dazzling, and stretched out his hand as if the sun was dancing in the palm of his hand.