The old man stared at Bai Xinshu for a long time, tightened his mouth, and "cut".

"It's boring, I don't even know if I'm kidding." The old man looked back, "Are you looking for the Chen family?" The Chen family is here, and I will take you there. ”

Are the Chen family here?

The two looked at each other, then spoke at the same time.

Zuo Youyou asked in a low voice, "Why are the Chen family all here?" ”

Bai Xinshu whispered, "Are you tired, can you still walk?" ”

The two of them spoke at the same time, but the content of what they said was completely different.

From each other's eyes, they get very different information.

It's good, but it's × no tacit understanding

The old man walked straight to the far wall, where a rusty iron door was locked, and it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. He opened the door and said, "Let's go, the Chen family should be in the patio now." ”

It turned out that the ancestral house of the Chen family was built into their own living areas by generations of descendants because of its age.

When she came, it was getting late, Zuo Youyou didn't pay attention, and always thought that the place where she was the Chen family's ancestral house. Who knows, this piece of scattered walls is actually the scope of the Chen family's ancestral house.

"Let's go." Bai Xinshu took Zuo Youyou forward as naturally as possible, but unexpectedly, Zuo Youyou let go of the hand holding him.

The night wind blew, and my arms were a little cold.

Bai Xinshu quietly glanced at Zuo Youyou, and then walked forward with the old man as usual.

Zuo Youyou hung his head and deliberately fell half a step behind.

She wanted to be quiet.

As soon as his spirit relaxed, the fear in Zuo Youyou's heart surged up like a tide.

The shrewd old man, the villager who waits for the rabbit, misjudged the ancestral house in the range......

She didn't dare to think about what would happen if she didn't have Bai Xinshu with her, but picked up the project by herself, and took the two documents from the Chen family just now.

If you only talk about the process and don't take care of people's feelings, will you have a grudge against the locals?

The wind blew colder and colder, Zuo Youyou thought about it, and his little face turned white with fright.

Bai Xinshu followed the old man, through several walls of different heights, and suddenly realized that there was some quiet behind him, and his heart was startled, and he quickly turned back.

Behind him, Zuo Youyou was unusually quiet, hanging his head and following behind.

Apparently scared.

There was still a little thin rain in the sky, and Zuo Youyou's whole person shrunk into a small ball, looking extremely pitiful.

Like a little orange cat that gets wet in the rain.

Bai Xinshu has always been a little soft-hearted. Once, the little orange cat that was wet by the rain meowed at the door of Huaxia Shulin, he hesitated for a long time, or picked it up to the pet hospital to check the body, and since then it has been kept in the yard of Huaxia Shulin.

Dr. Xia gave the kitten a name, "ISBN".

The book number is the ISBN number that the state allows books to publish, and it is the "ID card" of each book. A book can only be published if it has a book number.

China's control over book numbers has always been strict, resulting in frequent cases where topics are killed, book numbers cannot be obtained, and publications are not available.

Therefore, in the Huaxia Book Forest, you can often hear the editors shouting at the little orange cat:

"ISBN down! ISBN down! ”

It seems that some kind of large-scale blessing ceremony is being performed.

Bai Xinshu remembered the book number and looked at Zuo Youyou, his eyes with a softness that he didn't even notice. He stretched out his hand and gently patted the brim of Zuo Youyou's hat, the corners of his lips slightly curled.

"Don't be afraid, we'll take you." Bai Xinshu whispered, "Newcomers are like this, they often make mistakes, and the old man will clean up the aftermath for the newcomer - it is also the excellent tradition of our Huaxia Shulin." ”

He made a joke.

Zuo Youyou raised his head, just in time to see Bai Xinshu turning around in the rain, and the small half of his side face flashed with tenderness.

Although he was left with a back, his feet deliberately slowed down.

Obviously waiting for himself.

Zuo Youyou's heart suddenly jumped wildly. She shook her head, calmed down for a moment, couldn't help but smile on her face, quickened her pace, and chased after her.

Bai Xinshu stopped, turned his head slightly, and the lines of his side face were clear: "Let's go." ”

Zuo Youyou stood side by side with him and whispered, "I now know what human affection is. Even if we didn't do anything wrong in this matter, we have to take into account the feelings of the other party. ”

Bai Xinshu looked at the back of the old man in front of him: "Yes." Our work is rational, but the people we meet in our work are not completely rational. People are not tools. People have emotions and temperatures, so dealing with people-related work must be based on the process, but it cannot only be based on the process. ”

Late at night, the wind brings coolness, blowing the leaves of the countryside to rattle.

Zuo Youyou walked in the deserted ancestral house of the Chen family. The mansion was once glorious, but now it is gone. The ancestors who built the house hoped that their children and grandchildren would live in harmony forever, but the twisted walls silently told the estrangement between future generations.

The story of history is the story of people.

The cypress tree faced the drizzle, I don't know what to think, and his voice was a little lonely:

For example, judging from the evidence, the old man Daishi had a close relationship with the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War, and the probability that the old man Daishi sold the letter to the Japanese is as high as 90%. But what about emotionally? Neither you, nor any of us, want to believe that he is that kind of person. That's why we're trying to help him find evidence. ”

"He's not that kind of person. Even if we don't find it, we are confident that we will find it. Zuo Youyou said.

"Even if you don't find it, I'm sure you can find it." Bai Xinshu repeated what Zuo Youyou said, and then said, "Zuo Youyou, you always talk about logic, but you see, what logic is there for our firmness? Syllogism? Or is it deductive? Is there any evidence that the old man Dai Shi really did not sell the cultural relics to the Japanese? ”

“…… No. ”

"But you still firmly believe that Old Man Daishi was framed. That's how you feel. "Even if the evidence is unfavorable, you still have your own beliefs — or preferences." Therefore, Zuo Youyou, historiography is the study of people. We can't afford to lose our humanity when we do this job. Favoritism is a weakness of human nature, and no one can do it without favoritism. ”

Zuo Youyou was poked in the weakness by Bai Xinshu, was silent for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally whispered: "There is no logic in preference. ”

"Yes, there is no logic to preference." Bai Xinshu said calmly, "You and Jian Xingzhou came to me at the same time, Jian Xingzhou is good in everything, with high education, professional counterpart, good family background, and good image." ”

Although he knew that his boss would definitely favor Jian Xingzhou, Zuo Youyou's heart was still a little lost. She knows that Jian Xingzhou is the "elite" in the true sense of the word, and she is more suitable for Huaxia Shulin, but she feels that she is not bad, and over time, she will develop very well-

"But we all prefer you." Bai Xin said gently.