The next day.

Early morning.

When Qiao Shan returned to the Peace Canteen, he saw that in his restaurant, Ding Xiaoyu was lying on the table by the door, frowning, as if he was asleep.

Bang Bang!

Knocking on the table, Qiao Shan woke up the other party: "What are you doing here with me?" ”

Ding Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, his face still had the red mark of sleeping on his arm, yawned, tried to open his eyes wide, and saw that it was Qiao Shan who came back, and immediately stood up and said in surprise: "You're back!" ”

"Hmmm......"

Qiao Shan looked at the backpack on the side and wondered, "You didn't go home?" ”

……

"I didn't dare to return ......," Ding Xiaoyu explained in a low voice.

She looked at Qiao Shan, who was like an ordinary person at the moment, and always felt that yesterday's experience was like a dream, but reason told her that everything was real.

"After you left yesterday, the boss on the other side brought me here, and I was here waiting for your instructions."

"Instructions? What instructions do I have?! ”

Qiao Shan waved his hand: "Go back if it's okay!" ”

"Something!" Ding Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped Qiao Shan and said, "I know you are not an ordinary person, but you saved me, I must thank you!" ”

Qiao Shan came to the blackboard to erase yesterday's menu, paused, and asked a little funny, "Then how are you going to thank me?" ”

"I ......," Ding Xiaoyu said.

……

"Okay, just say it directly!" Qiao Shan said.

Ding Xiaoyu saw that his mind was seen through, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "...... That's right, I uploaded all the photos of the evidence I took on Weibo last night, but I'm afraid they will ...... Will come to me. ”

"Oh?"

Qiao Shan raised his eyebrows, and looked at Ding Xiaoyu with some surprise: "You seem to be really bold, you have experienced yesterday's events, and you still dare to do this." ”

"Of course!"

Ding Xiaoyu said: "These social tumors must be exposed, let the people know what they have done, and let them be punished by the law!" ”

"For the righteousness of the heart?" Qiao Shan asked.

Ding Xiaoyu was stunned and nodded: "For the conscience of a reporter!" ”

……

For the conscience of a journalist......

Hearing Ding Xiaoyu's answer, Qiao Shan was silent for a moment, and said in a quiet tone: "The incomprehension of friends, the departure of lovers, the revenge faced at all times, and the one-sided cognition of the people...... How far can you go on this path? ”

"Are you sure you'll be able to keep going?"

"Are you sure of your conscience and see the truth?"

For journalists with a conscience, there is no equal reward between giving and returning.

How many young reporters are running towards their dreams with enthusiasm, but they fall all over their bodies on the way, and finally smile bitterly and say that things are wrong and people, and ideals are no longer ideals.

And how many journalists are in danger and have lost their lives in the search for the truth.

Or some reporters, their mentality has changed, from dragon slayers to evil dragons......

……

Investigative Reporter!

It's a great word, but it's quietly out of people's eyes.

In the real world, Qiao Shan seems to have heard this word for a long time, and those reporters are scrambling to report prosperity, singing and dancing, and positive energy......

And Ding Xiaoyu in front of him seems to be planning to become such an investigative reporter.

In fact, she already is!

Even if she has now taken off even the title of food journalist.

……

"It's too late to give up now." Qiao Shan said: "Greatness can't be eaten, and it's hard to move others, just to satisfy your soul." ”

"Go back and be an ordinary person, get married with your boyfriend, have children, and live an ordinary life, that is also a very happy thing, and it is a beauty that many people can't envy, and you must learn to cherish it."

"If you had died yesterday, I don't think many people would have been sad about your contribution, and they would have talked about your death like you broke the news, and even laughed at you for being stupid and inadequate."

"Stupid ......"

Ding Xiaoyu's expression was blank.

She didn't think of what Qiao Shan said.

In order to follow up on the chemical sewage beating, she has lost her boyfriend, lost her job, and was doxxed.

But......

……

"Nothing is absolute! Journalists never define the truth! I just want to show the incident in front of the public and let the public judge. Maybe the associated negative effects are inevitable, but if no one does this, then the negative effects will be even greater, and more people will do evil! ”

"If that's stupidity, then this society needs someone to be stupid!"

Ding Xiaoyu picked up his backpack: "I don't know how long I can last, but now, I still want to do something that should be done with the conscience of a journalist." ”

She got up and walked out.

"Wait!"

Qiao Shan stopped her, sighed, shook his head, took the account book on the counter, wrote down an address, tore it off and handed it to Ding Xiaoyu: "Go to this address, just say that I recommended it, and you will naturally get what you want!" ”

"Thank you!"

Ding Xiaoyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around and came back to take the note in Qiao Shan's hand.

There is no need to say much among smart people!

Qiao Shan knew that Ding Xiaoyu was here to ask for help, and Ding Xiaoyu also knew that Qiao Shan understood her purpose, she wanted to continue to be an investigative reporter, Qiao Shan's identity was not simple, and he would definitely be able to help her, so she came.

……

Qiao Shan stood at the door of the Peace Canteen and watched Ding Xiaoyu leave happily.

In his opinion, Ding Xiaoyu is a little too idealistic, and he has the simplicity of not experiencing the world, and even a little clumsy and stupid, but this world, this society, perhaps, as Ding Xiaoyu said, needs such stupid people.

Live too long and see too much.

He can't devote himself to this kind of blood from the perspective of ordinary people now, but when he sees it, he doesn't mind helping.

There is no mistake

Pinch the trick, chant the mantra!

A streamer unconsciously merged into Ding Xiaoyu's body.

A smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Shan's mouth, and he turned around and prepared to continue back behind the counter, leaning back in his chair lazily and starting a boring and ordinary day.

Suddenly!

His footsteps paused, and he turned his head suddenly!

……

"Excuse me, Master, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it was the poor monk who accidentally bumped into the donor, not the donor's fault."

An old monk and Ding Xiaoyu, who had just left the peace canteen, seemed to collide, the old monk had a kind face, but he was not fat and big-eared, but had a slight sense of majesty.

He glanced at Ding Xiaoyu's face and exclaimed: "The donor has Bodhi in his heart, his merits and wisdom, and his great opportunity and great creation, he will definitely be able to live in bliss in this life, get rid of the sea of bitterness and red dust, and reach the world on the other side." ”

Ding Xiaoyu was confused by the old monk.

What kind of bliss in the afterlife, what kind of red dust and bitter sea, what kind of routine is this old monk?!

As a reporter's professionalism, Ding Xiaoyu subconsciously doubted the other party!

I thought it was some kind of scam routine.

"Master, thank you for your good words, but I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you more!"

Ding Xiaoyu smiled politely, took half a step away from the old monk, glanced back at the Peace Canteen, and saw that Qiao Shan was still standing at the door looking at him, so he hurriedly raised his hand to say hello, and turned to leave.

……

The master didn't care about Ding Xiaoyu's departure, and followed his gaze to Qiao Shan.

Qiao Shan also looked at the old monk vigorously.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk pronounced a Buddha call, and Shi Shiran walked over: "The donor is healthy!" The poor monk wanted to ......"

"Sorry! Don't buy amulets! ”

Qiao Shan turned around and walked towards the store, rarely closing the door that had been open.

Old Monk: "......"

……

"The donor misunderstood!"

The old monk blocked the closed door with one hand, folded one hand, and saluted: "The poor monk sees that the donor is the owner of this canteen, so he wants to come to ask for a meal, and hopes that the donor will do good deeds." ”

The palms like the bark of an old tree stopped Qiao Shan's move to close the door.

Qiao Shan's face suddenly became gloomy!

The next moment, he suddenly laughed and followed the old monk to open the door of the shop.

"It turned out to be a monk begging for fasting, since that is the case, then come in......"