The next time I saw Zhou Zixuan was on the day I went to the TV station to report.

In the studio building, a boy wearing glasses, a white shirt and a flower tie and a young female anchor are chatting.

I stared at the female anchor, and the man with glasses exclaimed at me, "Summer rain! ”

I almost didn't recognize Zixuan, his shirt was neat, his leather shoes were black and shiny, like a financial genius returning from Wall Street. In the past, Zixuan was an ignorant young man who had just entered the city, wearing flat glasses, saying that it was to protect his eyes from sandstorms in Beijing, and later when he took off the flat glasses, he found that his underwear would often be worn backwards, and the original inferior lenses made him get his wish for deep myopia.

Zixuan in front of him has successfully changed, his thinking is quick, and his conversation is model. The two of us excitedly reminisced about the old days - recalling the people and things in college several times, and even the flower dog who always stole the steamed buns of the school policeman at the school gate did not let go.

The two of us were chatting, and the hostess stepped on high heels and left "Jingle", leaving a piece of incense.

The corridors of the studio building are filled with the smell of famous brands, Davidoff, Chanel, Dior, Lancôme - you can smell LV tissues when you breathe in the bathroom.

And perfume and hormones are always closely linked, and later every time I pass by the studio building, I can't help but think about it, and I also understand why so many beautiful women host incarnated as kittens, and three thousand green silk wrapped around the dream of Jinling, a businessman.

In an atmosphere full of ambiguous imagination, it is more difficult to clean oneself than to cultivate immortals. I once asked Zixuan privately if he had ever been a beautiful host, and he smiled mysteriously, with an intriguing expression, confirming that he may have succeeded, which is enviable.

Zixuan is the editor and director of the weekly program of the news channel "Everyone Says", and the program has an opening line: Everyone says the law, everyone says it reasonably.

I was assigned to intern in the news program at that time, it was summer, it was raining continuously, and the wind was strong, like a demon who had been wronged. The colleague said angrily: "Xia Yu, since you came to the TV station, we have lived in the footbath. ”

I reminded him to pay attention to improving the judgment of reporters - if my name is Lei Zhenzi, is it that everyone will be thundered and burned every day, and their hair will stand upright like an iron yam.

Appearing in such a stormy season is doomed to the beginning of the haze of tragedy.

My trainee teacher's name is Feng Gu, who shoots good films, writes news from alternative angles, and his works have won journalism awards. He wears a pair of black and white jeans full of holes, claiming to be Van Gogh's masterpiece.

Feng Gu is not good at Mandarin, and always pronounces the word "Gu" as "Gong". Every time he introduced himself in dialect and said, "My name is Feng Gong, and I am the Gong of Jian Gong." The other party laughed, thinking that he was humorous and sour, and the atmosphere of the interview immediately became harmonious. It wasn't until it was exposed on TV that I found out that I resolutely couldn't trust people who spoke confused and looked stupid.

I followed Feng Gu, watched his blue washed white, white and then blackened - jeans that witnessed his journalist history, and listened to him talk about his journalistic ideals, and my heart grew a lot of respect for the profession.

Life begins to be regular, don't worry about traffic jams and traffic restrictions, no longer care about whether the subway is still crowded, occasionally miss those beggar brothers who crawl in the subway and sing, whether they will still sing "I Have a Good Sister" sadly.

Television journalists have a distinct professional characteristic, and when a cameraman takes to the street with a machine, he is immediately watched by onlookers. Newspaper reporters, on the other hand, were lucky enough to carry briefcases and dress as vegetable farmers, empty-handed. When it is safe, he takes out his documents to blind the eyes of bad people, and when he is in danger, he says that he sells insurance. Television reporters are often seen through at a glance, and the camera is the best ID card.

A TV reporter once secretly visited the scene of an official's funeral of his mother, and after being discovered, he was in a hurry and said that he had gone to the wrong door to shoot the wedding, and he was beaten and broke his legs.

Sometimes, we can only pretend to collect electricity bills when we take pictures with leather bags under our armpits.

There are two kinds of news reporters: hotline and current politics, and current affairs are divided into political and legal affairs, industry and commerce, urban construction and other crossings.

Feng Gu is in charge of the city construction, in recent years, Lucheng has built a new area, and the leaders are happy to inspect it, and the Propaganda Department will notify all the media to do followers. Most of the interviews were picked up by special cars from various units, followed by Feng Gu, and every day I took Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, and a female deputy director of the Tobacco Bureau who drove a Volkswagen Beetle and dressed gorgeously and taught me how to spit out smoke rings.

The first interview was with a hospital to the new district to condole, this hospital invested heavily in advertising, every day to promote how the flow of people is not painful and how infertility is caused, is a big media customer.

In that interview, I met Lao Tian of "Lucheng Daily" and Ning Meng of "Lucheng Evening News", and we became friends in the circle in the future.

Ning Meng subverted my impression of a female reporter, weak and white, like a gentle kindergarten teacher. And Lao Tian, who wears thick glasses and has a well-proportioned body, is a university professor who has studied Yi Xue deeply, and often looks up at the sky with deep eyes and makes some predictions. In that interview, he stood alone on a large excavator and watched the space for a long time, saying: "When Dinghai, the earth was cloudy, and although the sky was clear, it was unlucky. ”

In the dust of the construction site, Lao Tianyijiao hunted and hunted, as if Zhuge was possessed. Feng Gu looked at Lao Tian and whispered to me, "I'm sick, I'm sick again." After speaking, he went into the sea of people and didn't know where to go.

At the end of the interview, the hospital stuffed a big red envelope for each reporter.

Later, I realized that this is a running line reporter, a good car pick-up, a smile on red envelopes, and a formatted interview.

I once walked my dog downstairs in the garden after dinner. The dog peed on a standing man's trouser leg, and after booing it, he kicked the mud with both legs to cover the man's trouser leg. I hurriedly ran over, and saw Lao Tian looking up at the starry sky again, silent for a long time, and his trouser legs were wet with dog urine.

Lao Tian's family is also in the community of Lao Aunt, and we often meet.

Lao Tian turned to me and said to me in a deep voice: "Recently, the stars have been disordered, and the western sky is dark, and something big will happen. ”

My scalp was numb and I made a coping "uh-huh" twice, peeked at his wet trouser legs, and changed the subject to the red envelope.

"Red envelopes? I don't remember exactly. There are basically such interviews, and that's the carriage fee. Lao Tian rubbed his glasses and said nonchalantly.

The next day I drove to work and dropped him off on the way. The daily newspaper and the TV station were separated by a road, and as soon as Lao Tian got in the car, he said, "What did you ask me last night, red envelopes?" ”

I said "ah", thinking to myself what was wrong with this, just like Zixuan before, it had been raining for two days, and I remembered who reminded him to go to the balcony to collect his underwear.

"I think about it, the time in the new district, these grandsons, one of my red envelopes is counterfeit money, your sister-in-law went to buy vegetables and was almost stoned to death by the vegetable farmer's radish. When I went home and quarreled with me, I insisted that I was accumulating a small treasury with a fake and a real thing, what is this called? Lao Tian said half-asleep with swollen eyes, looking at him like that, it is estimated that he will explain for a night.

That red envelope was too thick, and I didn't dare to open it. Later, it was forgotten in the pocket of her clothes, Ran Jing took it out when she washed her clothes and was stunned for a long time, as the number one criminal police officer of the Lucheng Nancheng Branch, she thought of my profession, and immediately became alert and called to ask.

Brother-in-law Chen Xiao said to Ran Jing afterwards: "What era is it, you are still so conservative, you are engaged in propaganda in the bureau and do not invite meals and gifts, and the reporter is not the third grandson of anyone's family!" ”

After listening, I was dissatisfied: "Brother-in-law, how do you talk?"

The brother-in-law corrected: "I was wrong, I wanted to say that the third master is here." ”

I said, "Uncle doesn't have a grandson who has status. ”

Ran Jing looked at the two of us left and right for a long time, and kicked Chen Xiao fiercely: "You two shut up for me!" Acting! Receiving red envelopes? Are you still a detective? If you go on this idea, you'll see the prison guards soon, I'll tell you. ”

I thought that Chen Xiao would fight on the basis of reason, but I didn't expect him to say in a stingy voice with an aggrieved face: "I didn't accept it, and I didn't lose my principles." Why do you just kick me and I don't kick him. After saying that, he glanced at me, felt that he was sorry for his brother-in-law, and let the trivial matter rise to the principle of the organization, so he excused himself to go grocery shopping and ran away in a hurry.

Ran Jing graduated from a famous police academy, and she was very ordinary when she didn't wear a police uniform.

Some people are really born to be police officers, and her worship of the sanctity of the police profession is close to going crazy.

Talking about work during a meal once, she said with a righteous face: "I was born as a member of the Public Security Bureau in this life, and I am a ghost of the Public Security Bureau when I die." ”

"That's called a martyr!" Chen Xiao said.

"You just want me to be a martyr, and then take the pension plus all kinds of insurance compensation, take care of a young snake spirit, and raise a dog with a name of something."

"Kara, the babbling dog named Kara." I spit out a mouthful of rice to make a supplement.

"Yes, a dog named Kara!"

"What a blessing to be a martyr!" After Chen Xiao finished speaking, he slapped Ran Jing three times, all of which were hit on the back, and even the old aunt didn't have time to stop it.

Chen Xiao works as a criminal policeman in the city bureau and likes to make friends with his boss, and often laments that he can't do both police and business.

My aunt often criticized him: "When you are a policeman, you must pay attention to the circle, otherwise something will happen sooner or later." ”

Chen Xiao responded casually: "Yes, Mom." ”

The old aunt said solemnly: "I'm talking to you about work." ”

"Yes, Wangju!" Chen Xiao hurriedly corrected it. I couldn't help but snicker on the side.

Chen Xiao and I often went downstairs to walk and chat together after dinner, and he once said to me: "The police are also mortals." ”

I was stunned for a moment, touched his forehead to make sure the temperature was normal, and then responded to him: "Otherwise? I lowered my voice, "Are you a fairy?" ”

He said solemnly: "I mean that the police also have the right to aspire to a better material life. In the film and television drama, it is described that when the police are fighting wits and courage with criminals thousands of miles away, his wife died in the hospital, and before he died, he said, dear, don't worry about me, the work is important, you must live up to the people's entrustment, and complete the tasks assigned by your superiors, is that a policeman? That's a snake spirit disease! It's the police who are treated like Fahai. ”

After he finished speaking, I said "uh-huh" in agreement, which made him feel very accomplished.

At the same time, I also reminded him: Fahai and the snake spirit disease demon are not the same attribute, the former is a police officer who is good at voyeurism in that era, and the latter is the most beautiful old leftover girl in white-clothed Shengxue.