In the office of the Yibin Municipal People's Government, Lao Dong turned off the machine, and Shen Feibai got up and thanked Director Chen on the other side of the desk.

As industrialization accelerated, so did the scale of land acquisition. Due to the inability to effectively coordinate the relationship between various stakeholders, a large number of disputes and contradictions have emerged from time to time across the country.

This is not the first time Shen Feibai has made a report on the subject of land acquisition, but it is the most tricky.

Walking down the stairs, Lao Dong asked, "Who are you going to interview in the afternoon?" ”

The other two looked at him together.

"Find a developer." As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate. He took it out and took a look, it was Ren.

"Xiaobai, when will you come back?"

Shen Feibai pondered slightly: "The earliest is the day after tomorrow." Is there something wrong with Mr. Lei? ”

"It's okay......" chuckled, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say anything, paused for a few seconds, and replaced it with another sentence, "Hey, there's really something." I'll talk about it when you get back. ”

Back at the hotel, the group of four unloaded their work essentials and prepared to go out for lunch.

Shen Feibai's phone rang again, this time it was Zhang Qi.

"Anchor Shen, it's me." Zhang Qi's voice was slightly timid.

"I know." Shen Feibai paced, standing by the aluminum alloy window, outside the pale blue glass window, stained with pieces of earthy yellow dust.

"Anchor Shen, I'm sorry." Zhang Qi was embarrassed, "Producer Lei didn't let me say it, I'm afraid that your mood will be affected when you are interviewing outside, but I stabbed the basket, I think about it, I still think I should sue you, in case you already know, I don't even have a chance to turn myself in." ”

Such an opening statement was undoubtedly a little inexplicable, Shen Feibai thought of the phone call from Lei An an hour ago, "What's wrong?" "He's calm.

Zhang Qi was speechless, and was silent for a while, and said in the future: "Just last time, the time I followed you to Yixian, I made up the film later, and I made up the scene of you helping the grandmother in the house......"

In just a dozen seconds of footage, Shen Feibai's slender five fingers were firmly and forcefully clasped around the old man's thin shoulders, his eyes surged, and there was a depth and vastness in the silence, like an ocean that contained hundreds of rivers, and there was a unique power in the silence.

There is a lot of controversy online, with both positive and negative reviews.

Detractors, some say: now even journalists have learned to hype themselves.

Some people also said: See another "performative host".

In May 09, Weibo had not yet been born, and the majority of netizens were still actively active in major forums, post bars and blogs.

Shen Feibai also has a blog, on which he rarely publishes articles, and the reason why he opened it is only to be able to hear the most authentic feedback from the audience in time after the show is broadcast.

In the comment area, which did not see waves in the past, after this episode of the program was broadcast, there was a thunder on the ground and a huge wave was booming.

There are many people who leave messages and praise, and there are not a few people who criticize and blame.

After Shen Feibai returned to Beijing, the column group held a review meeting.

Zhang Qi bears the greatest responsibility for this incident, she only left superfluous shots on her own, and did not consider the aftermath at all. Lei An himself also has to bear a certain amount of negligence, negligence during the review, and failed to correct the mistake in time.

Shen Feibai did not say a word throughout the whole process. At the end of the meeting, Lei An patted him on the shoulder, and he didn't see the sad face of being invited to tea by the director.

"This matter is over, don't take those remarks on the Internet to heart."

Shen Feibai's face was calm: "It's okay, you can't be defeated." ”

It is true that it cannot be defeated, but it does not mean that his heart is as calm as it seems.

Yibin returned to Beijing, the flight duration was two hours and forty-five minutes, and he thought a lot along the way.

He told Zhou Jiyou that the goal at this stage is to do a good job and not make mistakes.

It seems that it is not difficult, but it is not easy to practice.

People are often like this, trying not to cause trouble, but the trouble seems to have the ability to recognize life, and will take the initiative to come to the door.

***

Shen Feibai came out of the airport and went straight to Taili, and after getting off work in the evening, he came home with a shoulder bag that was convenient for travel, and saw Zhou Jiyou wearing an apron standing in the kitchen staring at the cooking pot on the stove in a daze.

"I'm back." She heard the voice, turned her head to look, held the spoon in her hand, and continued to stare at the pot.

Shen Feibai lifted the lid of the pot, she was cooking porridge, white flowers, boiling like lotion.

"What is this?" He snapped the lid back on.

"Meiling porridge." Zhou Jiyou tilted his head to look at him, his gaze slid across his thick black eyebrows, all the way to his resolute chin, "I don't know if it's really beautiful." ”

"Boiled for me?" He pulled her to the side half a step, leaned his back against the table, put his arm around her waist, and gently hugged her.

She touched his face, and every inch of the texture was carefully seen.

"Shen Feibai, your face is quite smooth, but it's a little darker."

He didn't move, let her do whatever she wanted, and there was silence in the depths of his dark eyes.

Zhou Jiyou said: "I'm going to turn you white." ”

She still held a spoon in the hand that hung down on her leg, and the other hand rubbed his right cheek back and forth, and in the glossy light, her face, neck, and complexion were whiter than snow.

Shen Feibai's eyes did not leave: "Am I not good now?" ”

Zhou Jiyou tiptoed to kiss him, and said leisurely: "Keep improving, don't you understand." ”

The tongue poked softly into the mouth, and Shen Fei's white mind was full of chaos in an instant.

He relaxed, letting go of the worries outside his home.

Probably she does not have a talent for cooking, and Meiling porridge is not so unpleasant, but it tastes very strange. Soy milk and rice soup are mixed, not only did they not combine the two swords, but they both fought each other. Moreover, the yam that has been crushed into the puree cannot be eaten. Served in a bowl, like two bowls of yellowed tofu dregs.

Zhou Jiyou pinched the spoon and stirred it back and forth, without much appetite.

Shen Feibai is just the opposite, drinking from mouth to mouth, the temperature is cold, and he will cover his stomach in a few big bites.

"You're really on the show." She couldn't tell whether it was joy or frustration, and reached over, "Or, I'll help you sheng." ”

I didn't expect him to really want it.

The soup pot was served on the table, and he got up, "I'll do it myself." ”

Zhou Jiyou: "......"

She sat aside and watched, and he was not only full, but also full, without any perfunctory.

She took a soft breath, watched him sit back in the chair, and opened her lips slightly: "Actually, you don't have to ......" The corners of her mouth were deflated, and she couldn't say anything.

Say what? Don't force it?

She didn't want to admit that she was really bad at cooking.

The porridge that had just been put into the bowl was so hot that it was constantly steaming, Shen Feibai put it aside to cool, his eyes were deflected, and he looked at her: "What's not necessary?" ”

She didn't believe that he couldn't guess, her eyes bulged: "Don't be reluctant to eat and leave it to me, I have a small appetite, and you can take care of the rest." ”

Shen Feibai looked at her, in front of her, he never minded suffering.

"Deal." He nodded slightly.

Zhou Jiyou choked for a second and was speechless: "...... Did I make a deal with you? ”

He didn't speak, his eyes drooped, and he looked secretive and free.

It was seven o'clock at the moment, and three hours later, Zhou Jiyou knew what the deal was.

They inadvertently tried a new position, but unfortunately, she still didn't have the strength to fight for dominance.

She was like a fish washed up on the beach by the waves, exposed to the blazing sun, evaporating water bit by bit, prostrating all over, struggling.

He sits, she sits too, the only difference is that he sits on the soft mattress and she sits on his stiff thighs.

His hot palms firmly grasped her waist, holding her upward, and his hips continued to move up, and his hips were strong and powerful.

She trembled in the bumps, her eyes wet.

It was silent, and even the horn of the car outside the residential building seemed to be hiding in a hole, and it was impossible to hear a sound. Or perhaps, it was the buzzing in her ears that she didn't have time to catch.

She was like immersed in a dire dream, obviously controlled by him, but still tired and tired.

The last few strokes of gravity pushed forward, and she trembled like a sieve, and finally heard a voice other than herself, hoarse and confused: "It's not a deal, it's a reward." ”

“……”

The temperature in Beijing is getting hotter, and even if you don't have a blanket, you won't feel cold. Even, when the qiē subsided, the hot skin of the two was rolling beads of sweat.

She put her arms around his neck softly, her fingers dropping, and she put her hands on his wet and sticky back, maintaining this position, and was carried out of bed by him, and went to the bathroom to take a shower again.

***

Outside the window, the rain poured down, and the continuous rain was like a huge transparent bead curtain, swaying in the wind.

Zhou Jiyou and Jing Qiao were in an Internet café, the umbrella was not big enough, and they couldn't stand the rain, and their trouser legs and shoes were wet.

One person and one machine, each writing a review article.

A quarter of an hour passed in a hurry, Jing Qiao looked at Zhou Jiyou, and saw that her keyboard was tapping quickly, and dozens of lines of text had appeared on the screen.

"Do you want it so fast?" She sighed.

Zhou Jiyou ignored it, and his ten fingers flew like flying.

Jing Qiao had no ink in his stomach, his neck was stretched, and for the purpose of learning, he read softly: "On Shen Feibai's performative hosting." ”

“…… Today's news programs are strict in formalism and have many eight-strand accents, which are basically clichés. Does the audience really buy it, do they really agree? ”

“…… Seeing the old grandmother crying bitterly and sitting indifferently and watching coldly, is it the basic code of conduct for a journalist? ”

“…… The shot of Shen Feibai supporting the old lady was left, why couldn't it be an unconscious act of the column group? If one thing doesn't make sense, it is a conspiracy, a hype, and a deliberate performance. Finding latent relationships from unrelated random events is a manifestation of a lack of intelligence. ”

“…… I've watched that scene more than eight times on the Internet, in that case, do you think Shen Feibai's every move is a pretentious performance? Sorry, I really can't see that. ”

“…… To be honest, I like Shen Feibai in "Today's Focus". He was in the studio, a wise and gentle host; At the scene of the interview, it is the reporter who gathers justice and kindness in his eyes. ”

"I love the look in his eyes, it's simple, sincere, heartfelt, and it's a truly compassionate look of all the presenters I've ever met. When I watch the show he hosts, I will generate trust and gain a steady stream of security for no reason. In particular, when he spoke out to the indifferent officials on behalf of the masses, he shook my heart. ”

“…… If Shen Feibai's words and deeds can also be regarded as a kind of performance, I hope that more reporters can learn from him and become proficient in this kind of performance.

"If I had to give this kind of performance a term, I would call it a white dove performance. Conveying social information and carrying the wishes of the people, he is the little white dove in my heart. ”

Jing Qiao read and read, and unconsciously followed her in the sound of her non-stop beating, and read to the end.

This Internet café has a high-grade environment, not smoky, nor noisy.

The carelessness on Jing Qiao's face slowly converged, and his heart slowly calmed down.

The fluorescent projection of the computer screen was in Zhou Jiyou's firm eyes, Jing Qiao thought silently, she hid all her tenderness in the depths of her heart, ruthlessness was just a cover-up, she was actually softer than anyone else.

At the same time, Shen Feibai returned to the office after completing the dubbing work and received an unexpected phone call.

Aunt Lin said sadly over there: "Feibai, come back, just beg you as a mother." ”