I went to a nearby hospital for wound care, but the injury was not serious, and I left after simply stopping the bleeding.

Driving and Meng Xing drove slowly on Chang'an Street, and the colorful night added a touch of loneliness in the bustling.

I didn't mention what had just happened, and she didn't offer to explain it, but a Whitney Houston song was playing in the car, hoarse and sad.

Ran Jing called halfway and asked me if I was okay, and I said that I would go around outside with Meng Xing and go back in a while.

Later, when the car drove to the vicinity of Houhai, I asked her what she wanted to eat.

She leaned back in her chair and looked sideways at me and said, "As long as it's food, you can do anything, and you thought you wanted to starve me to death." ”

Most of the restaurants around were closed, so we got out of the car and bought some bread, milk and snacks at the roadside store, and we sat in the car and devoured them.

Meng Xing looked at the brightly lit Houhai Bar Street with an eager expression. I volunteered to say, "Why don't we go and have two glasses of warmth." ”

She was still hesitating, so I pulled her and got out of the car.

The air outside was cold, and we walked into a bar where English songs were playing, and there were young people chatting and swaying their bodies everywhere. Compared with the girl in the bar, Meng Xing looks very plain, the girl who often comes to the bar has exquisite makeup, ambiguous smell, is good at selling cuteness, and is good at seduction.

Asked what she wanted to drink, she swept her eyes over the large pile of bottles at the bar, shook her head and said, "You can order it for me." ”

I asked for a few cocktails and a bottle of Chivas Regal, and I found a booth in the back to sit in a dimly lit place.

I poured the wine into a shaker and served it with black tea and ice. Meng Xing drank two cocktails called the Grave Death Squad, ate a slice of lemon, frowned and said, "It's too bitter!" ”

I poured her a blended Chivas Regal: "You try this." ”

Meng Xing took a sip, drank it all, drank three cups in a row and said, "Sweet? The taste of black tea, which can also be drunk? ”

I handed her a cup of plain flavor and said, "You'll find out later." ”

Meng Xing took a sip of the original Chivas Regal and covered his mouth and said, "It's not sweet or spicy, it tastes weird, and it's even more difficult to drink." ”

She fanned the wind with her hand and whispered to me, "You say, I don't have a disciplinary violation." ”

I said dismissively: "If this is considered a disciplinary violation, half of the police will lose their jobs." ”

She was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you saying that the police love to drink, and you are not allowed to speak ill of the police!" Then his eyes narrowed and he wanted to move, but it seemed that he was still grappling.

I hurriedly said, "You are guilty of violating discipline like this!" Drunk law enforcement, but also violent law enforcement. ”

She put down her hand and said with a hateful expression: "I will beat you up if I have the chance!" ”

More than a dozen foreigners came in the bar, dancing with beer, looking at the dancing crowd, Meng Xing's face turned crimson, and he said heroically: "I'll go to the bathroom and come back to continue!" ”

She staggered to her feet and said, "Look over there, a lot of people have gone up to the wall, and they have two heads, one big and one small!" ”

After saying that, he fell on the table again with a bang.

This was the first time Meng Xing entered a bar, and he was so drunk that he spit out the face of the waiter who asked for a tip in the bathroom, and kept asking the waiter to show his ID card.

That night, she kept asking me why people were floating away.

After midnight, I drove slowly back to Meng Xing's station, and when I arrived at the hotel, Meng Xing grabbed the seat in a daze and refused to get out of the car.

I put her in the back seat of the jeep, and seeing that she was sleeping deeply, I called Ran Jing, who put on a coat and ran downstairs. The two of us tossed for a long time, trying to get Meng Xing out of the car, but we never succeeded, although Meng Xing was drunk, but instinctively grabbed the seat cover, and there were words in his mouth.

In the end, Ran Jing gave up, scolded me, went upstairs and brought a quilt, covered Meng Xing's body, brought me a blanket, and told Meng to wake up at about seven o'clock tomorrow morning, she had to make a report, and went upstairs.

Then I called again and again and emphasized: no groping pig hands.

I exclaimed, "Am I that kind of person? This is an insult to my personality! ”

Ran Jing chuckled and said, "That's good." ”

I sat in the front seat, watching Meng Xing in her sleep, occasionally the headlights shone on her face, her lips moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I closed my eyes and thought of Li Jun again, after being fired from the police force, he disappeared. From the conflict at dinner, it is certain that he has defected to Zhang Shuai.

In the dark, I feel that there will be indescribable entanglements with him in the future.

Thinking of these, I slowly entered a beautiful dream: a clear and bright mirror ground and a clear blue sky bloomed in time and space, on the quiet and smooth ground, Meng Xing sat in the distance, looking up at the sky, there were a flock of birds singing in the sky, shuttling through the clouds.

When I woke up, it was dawn, the cleaners were sweeping the streets, and the pedestrians were hurrying to work.

Looking back at Meng Xing, I don't know when, she left the back seat. As I was looking around, she popped out of an alley and walked to the car and handed over a KFC breakfast.

"After breakfast, hurry back to class, I have to make a report." She walked a few steps and then turned back and knocked on the window.

I rolled down the window, and she bent down and said, "We have two days to finish the internal training, see you in Lucheng." ”

When I met Lu Jiaqi and Liu Nannan in the classroom, they asked me in amazement what had happened and why my eyes were puffy and black.

I said I had insomnia, I couldn't sleep, I was outside watching the night view last night, and I didn't sleep all night.

Liu Nannan exclaimed: "Last night was Christmas, I was so bored in the room, you went to see the night scene by yourself?" Don't call me either? ”

Lu Jiaqi's expression was guilty, and he thought that I didn't go home at night because of his lust.

Today, the teacher assigned a topic to the reporters who came to Beijing for training, and everyone drew lots and then went to the stage to give a three-minute speech.

What Lu Jiaqi drew was how to view the pre-trial trial, he didn't sleep well these days, it is estimated that his brain is hurting, and he is like a thief stealing sweet potatoes when he states the problem.

After reporting to his unit, he said: "The media does not represent the law, and the trial is the matter of the courts, but most reporters do not understand the law, and they are just hyping up and letting people who do not know the truth follow the trend, and there is a serious lack of professional ethics, and media reporters need to improve their professional quality." In particular, those who come in through the back door have a low level, can drink, receive red envelopes, eat and take cards, gamble lustfully, engage in extortion under the guise of news, curry favor with the public procuratorate and law on the one hand, fool the people on the other, and get oil from the government. ”

The audience booed, and some people shouted, "Go down!" Let's go down! ”

Some people are even more dissatisfied: "I heard that you Lucheng reporters often eat inside and out, act as spies, collude with foreign media, and sell confidential information, which is more shameful than media hooligans!" It's treason, and it should be shot! ”

The heckling figure had soaked urine on my wounds, which was painful and disgusting. I secretly hate Lu Jiaqi, I don't know what kind of wind he suddenly smoked, nothing good happened with him, I am an obscene wolf, and I don't know what kind of "media hooligan" I say.

Fortunately, the professor was relieved, and he said: "This classmate, you are a bit off-topic, we are discussing how to view the media trial, and you are studying 'media hooliganism', the wording is too subjective. And the reporter who objected just now, you said that you should be shot, which in itself is a kind of media trial, and the court has not made a judgment, and the reporter has determined first, we do not advocate this kind of behavior. ”

The scene laughed, and then fell silent.

After Liu Nannan came to the stage, he wanted to report to the unit at the beginning, Liu Nannan looked at Lu Jiaqi angrily, but Lu Jiaqi fell asleep on the table, looking at Liu Nannan's appearance, he wanted to kick his head flat.

Liu Nannan's topic is, as a media person, is moral responsibility more important or is the news itself more important?

She said: "Social responsibility is sometimes contradictory to the news itself, for example, in a drunk driving accident, the TV camera reporter is the first to arrive at the scene, and in the face of the tragic situation and the people in need of help, is it the first to help? Or do you want to interview first? It can't be said that if you choose the latter, you don't have social responsibility, and it is the responsibility to promote social progress to show the causes and tragic conditions of the car accident with vivid footage, so that the public can see it and take it as a warning. ”

Someone in the audience was talking in a whisper.

Outside the window, the sky is clear, the sun is warmly enveloping the city morning, and the photos of several journalism seniors on the classroom walls are silently watching us.

Liu Nannan continued: "Photojournalist Kevin Carter, who won the Pulitzer Prize for journalism in Hungry Sudan, was controversial, and the core of the controversy was the conflict between journalism and social morality. People condemned the journalists at the centre of the incident for not leaving their work to carry out humanitarian relief. If we leave our jobs to help the weaker every time we encounter them, we might as well go to work for the Red Cross. We should not always condemn others for not doing anything, but first ask ourselves what we have done, whether we have the right to supervise and question, and those who always talk about public morality may be the most lacking in virtue in life. ”

There was silence at first, followed by warm applause.

The professor concluded: "The presentations were wonderful. At present, there is a so-called three-tier realm of journalists circulating in media circles, saying that the first realm is to be good at planning news, guiding public opinion, confusing the truth with 'fake', and adding oil and vinegar to fan the flames; the second realm is that they can make a show on the spot and make friends to benefit themselves; and the third realm is that a large amount of alcohol is the reputation. Utter nonsense, the motto of the black sheep of the minority, which in no way represents the majority. ”