Luo Mo rubbed his eyes, checked the structure and content of the script again, and after confirming that there were no grammatical errors and typos, he set up another table, listing all the props needed in the script, and thinking about how to make these props in his mind.

Luo Mo studied Chinese, the kind of rare kind of extreme liberal arts student who couldn't even count, originally thought that reading Chinese language and literature, either to be a teacher, or to take a civil service exam, never thought of entering this planning company. In addition to writing plans and planning, daily work also requires pushing, writing scripts, and even being a stage director and making props by yourself. I'm tired and dizzy all day, but I earn money selling cabbage.

At this moment, Luo Mo took the thermos cup that had finished drinking the water and went to the tea to pour the water, but he was not in a hurry to return to the office, and walked to the corridor again, staring at the sky against the windowsill.

Since the last time Zhang Yu's children added his WeChat noisily, he thought that he would be harassed every day, but he didn't expect the child to look for him once.

So why do you want to add me, do you want to come to the house to eat next time you come to buy dried sweet potatoes, or do you want me to help him with his homework?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a voice sounded from behind.

"Long time no see, young man."

Luo Mo looked back, and what caught his eye was a slightly familiar face - wearing glasses and looking happy, isn't this the uncle who showed his affection for fried noodles in the supermarket.

"Yo, it's you, uncle, why did you get here?"

The old man was still smiling, raised the broom in his hand, and said.

"I'm here to work, it's uncomfortable to be idle at home, it's better to come out and work, my daughter-in-law said, making money is a trivial matter, when you're old, you have to feel more about the society so that you won't fall behind."

"I see, but uncle, I've been working here for several years, and I just saw you, have you just arrived?"

"That's right, today is my first day of work here, and I just happened to meet you, it seems that the two of us are also quite fated, young man."

As the old man spoke, he suddenly stopped the topic, his eyes staring directly at the red rope around Luo Mo's neck, Luo Mo looked at him like this, and couldn't help asking.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

The old man came back to his senses and smiled.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just saw the red rope around your neck, young man, I'm more curious, you young people rarely wear a red rope around your neck now, what's the matter, this is given to you by your sweetheart?"

Luo Mo waved his hand again and again, pulled the red rope out of his collar, and showed the copper coin on the red rope to the old man.

"No, old man, this is a copper coin and red rope, which I have worn since I was a child, and it was not given by my sweetheart."

"Oh? It turned out to be a copper coin? ”

The old man took a closer look, reached out and touched it again, and then helped Luo Mo stuff the copper coin back into the mouth of his clothes.

"Young man, you are an old antique, but you must protect it well, and don't show it to others easily."

"Oh, it's okay, it's just an ordinary Kaiyuan Tongbao, it's just a talisman, and it's okay to show it to others."

The old man squinted his eyes and grinned, patted Luo Mo on the shoulder, picked up the broom and turned away.

Luo Mo looked at the old man's distant back, and a question popped up in his heart-

Why are so many people interested in their copper coin lately?