Aunt Lin said: "Feibai, come back, just beg your mother." ”

Over the years, she and Lao Cai have never interfered with Shen Feibai's freedom.

When Shen Guoan ordered them to adopt Shen Feibai's brother and sister, he said that the child would be raised by him in the future, and he said that it was true, and their husband and wife could neither intervene nor intervene later.

Moreover, Shen Feibai is not as coquettish and clingy as Shen Xinyu, and it is more difficult to call them parents than Shen Xinyu.

Although he would call to greet them every week, and he would stuff money privately every Chinese New Year after work, Aunt Lin always had a regret in her heart, she had to raise a child while she was young, otherwise she would not be able to raise a child.

This kind of unfamiliarity stems from the feeling of getting along.

Although she doesn't have her own biological children, compared with Shen Xinyu's mother-daughter friendship, she just feels that there is such an intimacy with Shen Feibai, and she needs to go around in her heart before speaking, and then blurt out after making a correct judgment.

So often, she communicates alone with this taciturn son, and she always feels tired.

This feeling of tiredness is especially acute at this moment.

After a few seconds of silence, he seemed to be aware and asked, "Mom, what's going on?" ”

She was blocked at once, and the prepared rhetoric was useless, so she could only try her best to control the situation: "Feibai, Mom didn't ask you for anything, you must help us this time......"

***

A blog post titled "On Shen Feibai's Performative Hosting" suddenly became a popular retweet on major forums and news websites, with netizens discussing the "Code of Conduct for News Journalists", and many celebrities of CCTV were brought out for discussion after dinner.

In just three days, several other articles related to this topic have surfaced, and the popularity continues to rise.

Chen Xueyang met Shen Feibai in Taili, and when he came up, he joked with him: "Yo, this is not a little white pigeon." ”

Shen Feibai just came out of the conference room, holding a record book in his hand, with his Parker fountain pen on it, and when he heard this, he had a headache and said: "Don't look for me to be happy, I will be big when I hear these three words in the past two days." ”

Chen Xueyang still has a press card around his neck, and he has just returned from an interview, when the wind is strong outside, and his hair is messy and hard. He raised his hand to sort it out casually, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease, and said, "I was ridiculed." ”

"What do you say?" Shen Fei glanced at him knowingly.

The two went to the bathroom together.

Chen Xueyang asked curiously: "Do you know Teacher Tong?" ”

Shen Feibai shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Chen Xueyang exaggerated: "Okay, it seems that people are really conquered by your personal charm." ”

Shen Feibai raised his eyebrows lightly, thoughtful.

The blogger who published the blog post "On Shen Feibai's Performative Hosting" is the well-known TV theorist Tong Anyuan, who took his courses during his college years, but has never had further contact with him. He suddenly spoke out in support, and even he himself was deeply surprised, especially the sentence "Transmitting social information and carrying the wishes of the people, he is the little white dove in my heart", and the praise for him is really too high.

Immediately afterwards, another article spread rapidly on major websites, which was also related to him and highly appreciated him.

One of the paragraphs reads:

In January of this year, I bumped into anchor Shen on the bus. He was standing in the corner of the car door with a girl, and I was close enough to hear their conversation. The girl asked him why he wanted to be a reporter. He replied that the more deeply he understands the news, the more profound it will be. I was very impressed, and I didn't miss a word. I was asked to write a feature about this incident, and I felt I should write it for the sake of his words that shook me.

Shen Feibai read this article word for word, and sat quietly in front of the computer in the study, his brows furrowed.

One meter to the side, outside the cushioned bay window, the night is thick.

Zhou Jiyou pushed the door in, he held the mouse to close the web page, and opened a document casually.

She approached, placed a glass of freshly squeezed tomato juice on the table, leaned her back against the edge, folded her arms, and crossed her feet casually.

"Drunk." A tone that cannot be denied.

Shen Feibai swept towards the glass, took it in his hand, and lowered his eyes to the rim of the cup. Under the nose, red juice wafts out a fresh scent.

"Why did you suddenly turn me white so aggressively?" After he finished speaking, he looked at her with a biased eye.

Zhou Jiyou said casually: "Suddenly, why don't I think." ”

He didn't speak, he stared deeply into her eyes, and she let him look at it with a calm expression.

He withdrew his gaze, pressed the mouth of the cup to his lips, tilted his neck, and drank all in one gulp.

Put the cup back, put your forearm on the table, and rub your thumb back and forth along the wall of the cup; He didn't look at her and said, "I'll go out for an interview tomorrow and maybe come back the day after tomorrow." ”

Zhou Jiyou lowered his head, neither salty nor light: "Oh." ”

She was counting the days in her mind, how long it had been since her last business trip......

1、2、3、4…… Four days.

She pursed her lips lightly, and a wordless love welled up in her heart. People can't be dependent, they really can't.

Shen Feibai looked at her: "Don't ask me where I'm going?" ”

She kept her head down, and she didn't care: "Where can I go, can I run out of the borders of countries?" ”

He chuckled softly, "No, I can't." His lowered eyes were silent, and there was no smile.

"That's it, what's there to ask." She dropped a sentence, took the empty cup from his hand, and glanced at the computer screen, "Finish your work early and go to bed early, I'll go out first." ”

"Hmm." He pursed his lips and smiled.

The door opened and closed, and the slender back disappeared into the study in the blink of an eye.

Shen Feibai's gaze fell on the metal door handle, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly converged.

It's not a business trip, it's a leave of absence to go back to Nanxiang.

***

May in the south is warm and clear, the air is humid, there is little dust, and the greenery on the roadside is green and clear, unlike in Beijing, where the street trees are always dusty.

Outside the airport exit, Lao Cai drove early and waited on the side of the road.

He glanced at Shen Feibai and waved vigorously from afar.

Shen Feibai didn't pay attention at first, but when he got closer, he fixed his eyes and saw a man with a Chinese character face standing next to a BMW car and raising his hand at him.

He paused slightly, and stepped forward quickly, "Dad, why are you here?" ”

Lao Cai was just over fifty, slightly chubby, wearing a light gray jacket, the coat was open, the round beer belly was protruding, the black belt was stuck under the belly, and the waistband of the trousers could not be raised.

He habitually lifted his pants and had a fatherly smile: "Your mother asked me to pick you up." Pull away from the passenger seat, "Let's go, go home." ”

Shen Feibai didn't say anything, and got into the car as he said.

Lao Cai has been working for Shen Guoan for most of his life, working as a driver for Shen Guoan in his early years, and then as a housekeeper, he knows Shen Guoan's temper best, he came to the airport to pick up Shen Feibai, the main purpose is to chat with him alone before arriving home.

As soon as the car hit the road, he first briefly asked Shen Feibai about his life in Beijing, and then slowly moved on to business.

"Feibai, Dad knows that the chairman is using us to force you, and it is really difficult for you to be caught in the middle. Young people have their own way to go, Dad understands. But the chairman's side ......," he sighed, "the situation of the group is complicated, and his father can understand this decision." ”

Lao Cai is loyal to Shen Guoan, and Shen Feibai has seen it many years ago. He didn't wonder that he would excuse Shen Guoan, he was only strange about one thing: "What's wrong with the group?" ”

Lao Cai turned his head to look at him, stared at the road conditions, and sighed again: "Mr. Shen's prestige in the group is getting higher and higher, if he is obedient, the chairman will follow him, but now he has begun to frequently make the chairman angry, according to the chairman's character, how can he rest assured that the group will be handed over to him." ”

It's not that I'm not at ease, it's unwilling. Shen Feibai propped his elbows on the window, his fingers against his chin, looked at the traffic outside the window, and was silent.

"The chairman has always valued you, you are down-to-earth, and your personality is steady, if you are willing to come back to do things, he can rest assured."

Shen Feibai still didn't say anything.

The window of the car lowered a thin slit, the wind blew the black hair on his forehead, and the bright sunlight shone into the car, but it could not warm his gradually cooling eyes.

But if Shen Ke is disobedient, his chess piece will be put to use.

The role of one-way restraint, after five years, fell on him again.