My language is the anchor

In the park after nine o'clock in the evening, there were still people running in twos and threes. Han Wuyu looked nervous, quickened his pace, lowered his head and ran to the small apartment where he lived.

He always felt that someone was following him. He ran in a hurry and bumped into someone at the turn.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" He bowed his head and apologized.

"You! It's you again! You have to watch the road when you walk, who walks with your head down like you!" Zhao Xicheng was really fed up with the cowering look in front of him.

Be afraid of anything, be afraid, stay at home!

When Han Wuyu saw that it was Zhao Xicheng, he quickly hid behind him and poked his head back.

He looked nervous, and he was relieved when he saw no one.

"What are you doing? Someone is chasing you?" Zhao Xicheng followed his gaze.

Han Wuyu was also uncertain, with a look of fear, nodding and shaking his head.

"Yes... I feel..."

"Where do you live?" Zhao Xicheng rolled his eyes.

He took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette, lit it, and asked Han Wuyu if he would like to smoke another one. He shook his head as expected, and put away the old cigarette case.

Han Wuyu glanced at the cigarette case, then at Zhao Xicheng, before turning his head away.

"Live in that building." He pointed to the towering building at the east exit of the park.

"I'll drop by, we'll go together later." He exhaled white smoke.

Han Wu paused and nodded.

As Zhang Pinwei said, Zhao Xicheng didn't care much about what happened in the studio.

The society and the school are really different, and the major is the key.

"Don't uncle's family live in the school?" He remembered.

When I was a student, I went there several times for shooting.

Zhao Xicheng was slightly surprised: "Do you remember? My parents still live there. I bought a house myself and live nearby."

"...The house I live in was bought by my father." Han Wuyu looked at the shadow under the street lamp.

Zhao Xicheng took a puff of smoke: "How old are you and I am? I have been out of society for seven or eight years."

"Can I buy a house in the future?" Han Wuyu asked himself in a low voice.

Zhao Xicheng extinguished the cigarette in his hand: "Then you have to ask yourself whether you want to buy it or not."

If you don’t even know whether you want to buy a house or not, and blindly follow and work hard to buy a house, isn’t that stupid?

Han Wuyu listened, but did not respond, and stood quietly waiting for him to smoke.

"I just want to be an anchor, and I only think about this thing in my mind..." He feels that his world is small, and he rarely steps forward for his dream. Being an anchor is the first time he feels brave.

Zhao Xicheng glanced at him: "What about becoming the empress?"

After listening to Han Wuyu, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile: "Make...make a movie, be a director..."

He didn't deny or ridicule, but asked him about his plans after becoming an anchor.

Zhao Xicheng strode forward with long legs: "Being behind the scenes?"

"right……"

"You can go behind the scenes now." It's mean to say.

Han Wuyu shook his head: "I haven't become an anchor yet."

Zhao Xicheng murmured: "You are so cowardly, just give up and go behind the scenes."

Han Wuyu shook his head even more.

Zhao Xicheng said a few more mean-spirited words, the advantage of being behind the scenes.

"Being behind the scenes, you don't have to speak, and you don't have to work twelve hours a day."

Han Wuyu insisted: "Uncle, if you want to be behind the scenes, go by yourself, I want to be the anchor!"

Zhao Xicheng was taught a lesson by him.

He was slightly stunned, looked at the person walking ahead, and followed.

"How dare you teach me a lesson."

Han Wu paused, his face showed a nervous look, and his eyebrows were tightened.

Zhao Xicheng smiled lightly, and after walking a few steps, he said, "I really want to be behind the scenes and challenge new fields."

Han Wuyu bowed his head and walked: "Didn't uncle...didn't he say that he wanted to make... a documentary?"

Zhao Xicheng laughed out loud: "You really remember it. At the beginning, you were in a hurry and lived in a daze, but in the end you remembered such trivial things." He seemed to have said it to the person in front of him, but it was only an understatement, and he brought it up casually.

How long does it take to make a documentary?

At that time, my own life was not allowed. Now, I have the ability, but I don't have the original enthusiasm.The previous dreams, as the age grows, the distance is getting wider and wider. Following the shackles of real life, after a long time, there is only empty talk.

Han Wuyu glanced at him: "Uncle, what do you want to do after becoming an anchor?"

Zhao Xicheng was silent for a while, this is the question he just asked in Hanwu.

"Being behind-the-scenes, I want to learn behind-the-scenes production." He smiled.

Turning around, he read a few more words in Hanwu language, saying that if he had the courage to teach his senior a lesson, he should have the courage to speak clearly.

He changed the subject.

Only he himself knew that he changed the subject.

Because as he grows older and works with ease, he chooses to give up photography and choose an easy way to go.

However, the topic of dreams has become a taboo topic.

The evening wind in late autumn is already chilling, and the ground is dotted with golden ginkgo and red leaves. Walking through the park, the two of them walked the same street until the coffee shop at the intersection. Han Wuyu pointed to the right, and Zhao Xicheng pointed to the left, nothing special Say goodbye, turn and leave.

Zhao Xicheng walked two steps before turning his head and shouting: "From next Monday, just arrive at the company at ten o'clock." It's been two weeks, and it should be enough.

After hearing this, Han Wuyu turned around, looked at Zhao Xicheng's back, hummed, and only spoke when he felt it was too soft.

"Okay." Shouted hard.

Zhao Xicheng chuckled, raised his hand, and waved rashly.

He stepped on his feet, thinking about the documentary, got on the elevator, got out of the elevator, and opened the door. He stood in front of the entrance, stood quietly for a while, then raised his foot and went straight to the bookshelf in his study to look for the books left by him when he was a student. down the information box.

Not looking for anything in particular, but looking for some memories, some enthusiasm and memories that only existed when I was a student.

The ringtone interrupted his rummaging, and he picked it up without saying a word.

The person on the other end of the phone said a few words, Zhao Xicheng's expression was not very good, he sat directly on the floor, and ran through his hair with one hand.

"You don't think you're being too selfish."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent, and after a while, he said a few more words.

"It was you who said we broke up, and now you want to reconcile? Don't be kidding." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

He spoke ruthlessly, but after finishing the call, he stared at the photo on the phone screen. It was a photo of holding hands and interlocking fingers with rings.

Throwing the mobile phone aside, leaning on the sofa, hanging his arms casually beside the box, and unintentionally typed a photo book.It was a light blue student-style striped hard cover. It was like a book, with photos and professional information. It was about the growth of squirrels on campus. In the photos, the same squirrel appeared, eating and picking up fruits. , Sleeping, on the last page of the photo book, there are two photos posted.

He picked up the photo and curled the corners of his mouth.

In the photo, Han Wuyu's eyes are red and swollen, and he is holding a microphone. Because he is shaking so much, the part of his hand in the photo is still blurred, and his directing fingers are in the shot.

He lost the bad mood just now, and chuckled helplessly.

"You boy, I almost failed to graduate." He flicked the Korean language in the photo.

There was also a video of Korean language practice in the box. Zhao Xicheng played the video, and he didn't understand why he watched it. Looking at the boy's appearance back then, he couldn't finish eating the screws, so he chuckled again.

The camera was placed aside, and I seemed to really be unable to stand him at the time, so I went to him to guide him sentence by sentence, and then left him to practice alone. The Korean language on the screen was nervous with red eyes and tears, but he opened his mouth and read the manuscript in a low voice.

"Who are you reading it to in such a low voice..." Zhao Xicheng lay on the sofa, angrily threw the toilet paper in his hand, and hit the person on the TV screen.

Han Wuyu in the camera walked towards the camera, his round eyes blinked with tears, a bit of a delicate beauty, and he picked up the camera and turned around.

"Why are you filming me..." Zhao Xicheng sat up, he had never seen this part.

Han Wuyu on the screen sniffed, said a few words timidly, as if imitating the tone of a reporter's broadcast, and then zoomed in on the camera to capture Zhao Xicheng's focused eyes carefully.

Zhao Xicheng quickly turned off the screen, fell back on the sofa, and turned his back to the TV.

He covered his face with one arm, and after exhaling, he drew his face with his palm, covered his face halfway, and turned on the TV screen again, revealing one eye to look at the person on the TV screen.

"What are you talking about... still stuttering..." His face was slightly flushed, and he couldn't tell whether it was shyness or embarrassment.

The red ears kept echoing the trembling voice of Hanwu language...

I...I want to be the same person as my uncle, a brave person to realize my dream...Reporter...Reporter Han Wuyu special report...