After the internship ended, I was transferred to the "Lucheng Zero Distance" column as a reporter, which belongs to the same news channel as "Everyone Says".

On the day of registration, Feng Gu told me everything in the office to tidy up the collar of my shirt, and I was reluctant to see him wash his jeans for the last time before leaving.

"Lucheng Zero Distance" is the main hotline, which is basically negative, and it is the highest-rated program in the station, working alone in a white two-story building in the small garden behind the TV station.

The night is deep, the forest is dense, and suddenly a man in black appears under the white building, reflecting the brilliance of the sky, frightening people's legs and hugging the tree and panting, waiting for the ghost to come up. Later, it turned out that it was the security guard brother who was patrolling with a flashlight.

We privately call it "White Mansion", and we don't dare to enter without any guts.

It was very hard to be a hotline, like a guerrilla, fighting in the field all day long, facing all kinds of "class enemies". There is no concept of time when working, 24 hours a day on duty, all mobile phones that are not on duty are turned on, and when support is needed, they will be dispatched immediately.

Online reporters don't have to be so desperate, they eat breakfast at a leisurely pace, and they can go to the bar after work to get drunk. There are people to pick up and drop off when you go out, and you can sleep with your eyes open for conference interviews. often participates in government meetings, and some online reporters have been cured of insomnia, and the leader holds the manuscript Tang Seng possessed, and the audience falls asleep. Male reporters can also make eye contact with beautiful reporters, and everything is OK to get a press release after the meeting.

Negative interviews between the propaganda group and hotline reporters often clash, such as the propaganda release saying that the public security bureau organized police forces to crack down on theft and robbery last year, and the public security situation has improved significantly; A number of old cases have been retried in the courts, which has increased the rate of case completion; The government has resettled more than 8,000 unemployed people to help families in need.

As soon as the first three news were broadcast on "Evening News", "Lucheng Zero Distance" broadcast news from another angle: a citizen was robbed late at night, and the police arrived at the scene two hours later; A lawsuit dragged on for three years, and the family went bankrupt and lived in a tent; Unemployed workers rob in order to provide for their children to go to college.

Citizens who are worried about the country and the people called the news hotline, and the wording was fierce, to the effect that the TV station had become a bitch and set up a memorial arch and so on. The reporter on duty also had to maintain self-discipline and listen patiently to him sort out his views on how dirty human beings are and how inferior the media are beasts.

The direction of public opinion is inconsistent, and the Propaganda Department often "talks" with the director Zhou Yu, who is Zhou Zixuan's father. Every time I came back from the Propaganda Department, no matter how much saliva I was sprayed on, I still stood with a smile on my face, patiently held a meeting with the directors of each channel, and the directors called reporters to communicate, but the news conflict still existed and could not be avoided.

Later, our direct leader, Director Wang of the News Center, concluded: News, positive and negative interviews complement each other, just like flowers and leaves, no one is indispensable. Lack of positive publicity can easily cause social unrest; If negative interviews are not conducted, public opinion will not play a supervisory role, which is not conducive to social progress. Therefore, both cannot be missing, only to find a balance.

After that, online reporters and hotline reporters argued for a winter about who is the flower and who is the leaf, and in the end there was no result.

My colleagues in the hotline team were four other reporters and a driver: Wen Liang, the team leader who was middle-aged and sleepy all day; Liu Nannan, who is pale and loves coffee; Zhu Ning, who is extremely concerned about celebrity lace news and sexy photos; My partner is Lu Jiaqi, who wears a pair of thick glasses, and he is constantly scribbling various forms with a pen to calculate deposits and income; The driver, Xiaoyan, is a veteran, strong and addicted to kicking trees.

I am most concerned about my new partner Lu Jiaqi, his thick glasses make people strongly suspect that he will be as slow to respond as Zixuan in the past, in case he goes to an unannounced visit one day, his leg is broken, and when it is almost the "beheading" link, he only thinks of running away, which will leave me with the shadow of living alone after fleeing from the tiger's mouth.

once wanted to change partners, but Zhu Ning and Liu Nannan seemed to have signs of love, and they were tired of being together when they had nothing to do, one drank coffee and the other spit smoke rings, very selfless. The team leader is gentle and elegant in appearance, gentle in personality, looks like he has seen through the red dust, often lies on the backrest and closes his eyes to recuperate for a long time without breath, only the sudden outbreak of snoring proves that he is still alive, so frightened that Zhu Ning, who put his hand on Liu Nannan's sling, hurriedly stood up and sneakily ran back to his desk.

Wen Liang likes to fight alone, he is elusive, and his work ability belongs to Li Lianying's royal level in Taili, and his partner is under pressure like accompanying Tarzan of the apes.

Later, my attention was diverted by a large wall in the office, on which were written ten requirements for hotline reporters, the first of which was impressive: Hotline reporters, it is shameful to do paid news, and resolutely resist red envelopes.

After reading it, I was in awe of Lu Jiaqi and them.

Occasionally, I miss my time in Beijing, and the two lives before and after are like a world apart. Especially in the silent late night, the city streets are deserted, and there will be a kind of loneliness after leaving the bustle, and I want to make a phone call to talk to my former friends, only to find that I have broken with the past.

I'm slowly getting used to the city again.

At that time, Zhou Zixuan had just bought a car, and the two of us often drove to the bar at night to listen to unknown singers singing sadly.

The fashion street of Lucheng Wutong Square is scattered with dozens of bars, the streets are full of thick French plane trees, small flowers of different colors bloom under the trees, and countless young people who are in love.

There is a steeped church on the side of the square, and the huge clock makes a deep sound on time, representing Jesus always reminding all beings not to forget to pray when drinking and flirting with girls, and thank God for giving people a glow-in-the-dark cup of fine wine and women. The whole square is like a certain mood street in Europe, half of the beauties in the whole Lucheng gather here, Zixuan said that only here, can you get back some flashy memories of the capital.

The bar, called Lost place, is tucked away in the trees of the square. The Lost Place has a chic design, with gorgeous pebbles on the floor and tall, clean floor-to-ceiling glass that blends in with the night. On a clear night, the moonlight looms under the trees by the wall, and lovers stage a bloody legend in the hidden trees.

There is a sapphire glass corridor at the entrance of Lost place, which is plastered with photos of Chinese and foreign beauties who have been here. Every night, the Lost place is filled with lightning and thunder. The pole dance on the catwalk drove the "Hi Clan" to sway in the hall. Alcohol and shouts mingle together, and as the avid DJ clapps his hands and falls into a psychedelia. Reminiscent of the excitement of the ancestors of primitive societies after discovering the female monkey, the crazy shaking of the head and the fierce collision are like the most primitive courtship games.

On that sweltering summer, Lost place was playing the original song "Burning Youth":

If life is too sad

It's all your fault for being silent

If you are gradually falling

Just broke the guitar

Let youth burn

Just to prove that you exist

Say hi to the world

Hug your lover and say good

Hand in hand after midnight to love love

Say goodbye at dawn

……

Zixuan and I usually sit in the nostalgic bronze booths by the bar. The bar wine cabinet is furnished with delicate glassware, and next to it is an enticing glow of authentic brandy, Chivas Regal and a wide selection of wines and champagnes. There were several bartenders standing at the bar, a girl in a short skirt that Zixuan had known earlier would play fancy bartending to the music, the girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a ponytail, her skin was fair and shiny in the light, and dimples appeared on her cheeks when she laughed.

Her name is Junjun, and every time we sit on the edge of the bar, Zixuan will call her to bartend.

Junjun drank with us in a Korean-style cup, one cup at a time, and then turned the cup upside down and watched Zixuan slowly swallow a small sip like a pesticide. Zixuan didn't drink enough, because of the first time in his life to hold hands with a girl in college, he was excited and invited me and Wishing to drink beer, but after drinking a glass, he lay straight on the grass by the school river and fell asleep. When the lights in the dormitory were about to go out at night, he made a wish and shouted: "Zixuan is still on the grass." "We galloped to the river, and found him lying on his back on the grass with only his panties on, sleeping soundly on the grass, holding an empty beer bottle in his arms, touching it from time to time, presumably dreaming of the girl's smooth hands.

The first time we went to Lost place, we drank half a bottle of Scotch whisky with Junjun, Zixuan drank a few glasses, tore off the buttons of his clothes, whistled at the girls on the stage, and judged Sven during the day.

Zixuan occasionally calls Lost Place owner Li Shang, who is a neighbor and studied in Australia, to accompany him. There is always a Romeo-style haze in the eyes of returnees, and the overwhelming wind and snow kill the eyes of women. Li Shang took the opportunity to play the standard actions of returnees, and every time he took a sip of wine, he would raise a glass of wine to a beautiful woman to salute, like the king of Shang at a banquet.

Slightly drunk, in the smoke, Junjun floated on stage, she worked as a part-time singer in a bar, singing her own original songs. Her slightly hoarse and slow-paced voice, which hides the wild nature of sadness, always attracts bursts of cheers from the audience.

Lovers hide in the corner, chatting, drinking, kissing. Zixuan and I looked at the chaotic crowd and talked nonsense, some of them were heart-to-heart, and some were reminiscing about the past. When I think of my classmates going their separate ways, it will be difficult to see each other in the future, but we can still be together as always, I sigh infinitely, as if I have returned to the college days all of a sudden, we are still so young, and the future is like the lights in the city, a bright one.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Junjun is singing Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plums", and his voice is tactful and resentful.

At that time, the wall clock of the church next to the bar struck twelve times in a deep and low voice, and another midnight came.