My language is the anchor

Holding the materials, Zhao Xicheng still had the headset on. The headset didn't seem to be turned off, and the red light was on. He was walking in the corridor, playing the clips he had just learned on the tablet.

"Tsk. The voice doesn't match the movement." Failed again.

He wants to go behind the scenes, but his basic skills are insufficient. Now if he is really allowed to go behind the scenes, it will only cause trouble for the team.

He clicked on the tablet, pressed pause, deleted the file mercilessly, scratched his head, turned his neck, pressed the elevator button, and the elevator opened with a ding. Looking at the people inside, he froze for a moment, then raised his legs and walked in.

"Uncle."

Zhao Xicheng hummed: "Have you left yet?"

"Go upstairs and get your bag, ready to go."

Zhao Xicheng nodded, looked at the number in the elevator: "Manuscript."

"A draft? A press release? I can't write well?"

"No, you wrote very well."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up in joy of being affirmed.

Zhao Xicheng laughed unhappily: "You still have to learn, don't be too complacent."

He looked at the elevator door, and the Han Wuyu behind him was still secretly laughing, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Regardless of the past, the two of them are parallel lines living in peace, pure seniors and juniors.

"Don't read the manuscript all at once."

"Huh? Good."

"Try to keep news within 25 seconds. If there is a situation, find a way to add something."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

"The headset usually has the voices of three people, one is the director Wang Ge, the other is the voice control Ningxia, and the third is the camera airport control Pinwei."

Han Wuyu answered seriously and understood.

"Brother Wang usually doesn't make a sound, unless there is an instant news break, which is also the most difficult thing to do."

"Uncle, have you ever met?"

Instant news, testing the on-the-spot reaction, just like the pitchers on the baseball field, although it is teamwork, but once one person is out and the bases are full, the next ball is a double play, or home plate scoring, the pressure is all on Pitcher alone.On the contrary, the pressure of broadcasting real-time news is all bet on the anchor.

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "Yes. I screwed up once."

Not surprisingly, I was surprised to see the Han Wu language. He took the initiative to talk about the first time he received the afternoon news, he encountered a fire in the apartment building. It was a mistake, but it made people feel gloating. In order to calm the audience's complaints, he changed his job to be a reporter, and took over the position of evening news half a year later.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and the two walked out of the elevator side by side.

Zhao Xicheng didn't have any comfort or encouragement, and seemed to be tired, so he stopped giving instructions.

"Go back together?" He lowered his head, put the tablet into the bag, and asked casually.

"I have an appointment with Pinwei today." Han Wuyu glanced at him.

Zhao Xicheng nodded and put on his briefcase: "Then let's go. Let's go downstairs together."

Han Wuyu nodded and said hello, followed the footsteps and stood in front of the elevator, looking at the reflection on the elevator door.

"Uncle, do you really want to be behind the scenes?"

Today's uncle's guidance made me feel a little sentimental.

The anchor station, an excellent anchor like Uncle, but he wants to hide behind the scenes, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that he is overqualified and his brilliance is buried.

Zhao Xicheng also looked at him from the reflection of the elevator: "It's just work. Challenge different fields and try the limit of your ability."

He couldn't take his eyes off, looked at Han Wuyu, his heartbeat was gradually out of control, it wasn't a frenzied desire, but a kind of restlessness looking at the mirror naked with nowhere to hide.

Han Wuyu looked down at the briefcase in his hand, curled the corner of his mouth and said, "When I was thinking about following in Uncle's footsteps, Uncle moved on to the next stage." Looking up at the elevator door, he said, "Uncle, you are really brave. .”

The elevator dinged, and the two walked side by side into the small square of the elevator again, each standing on one side.

Zhao Xicheng turned his face away and looked to the other side: "I just succumbed to reality."

Facing Han Wuyu's frankness and directness will only make him feel more ashamed. What follows his own footsteps and what is brave is all his beautification of himself.

I am just an ugly and despicable coward who escaped from the self at that time and the Han Wu language at that time. Now, when we meet again, I am still the coward who is anxious to erase the past.

"Han..."

"Mirror...the world in front of the camera...you said..."

"what?"

Han Wuyu looked at him on the elevator door: "You said that the world in front of and behind the camera will leave your footprints, I, I, I don't think...you succumb to reality..."

Zhao Xicheng turned his head to look at the reflection on the elevator door, and his eardrums could clearly hear his frantic heartbeat.Fragile and timid emotions surged up again. Every word he forgot, every memory he erased, when he encountered Hanwu language, he became the "brave" he took for granted.

He held the cigarette case in his pocket with one hand, looked at the reflection with his eyes slightly bent, and smiled angrily.

"You crazy bastard."

Han Wuyu was taken aback: "I'm sorry...uncle, I'm not criticizing, really not..."

The elevator dinged again, and the reflection on the door parted again.

"Start now."

Han Wuyu looked sideways at him with a silly expression on his face.

"I'm done talking, please have a cup of coffee."

Han Wuyu panicked: "I, I... usually... usually?"

"A cup."

Han Wuyu covered his mouth.

"Don't open your mouth, just add another glass." Zhao Xicheng lowered his head and slightly curled his mouth, and walked out of the elevator.

Keep up with Han Wuyu: "Can it be limited to the anchor station?"

"Bagging plus..."

"I see." Han Wuyu followed to the company lobby.

The glass door opened at the side, and Bai Ning Xia Qi called out to Zhao Xicheng, but Zhao Xicheng didn't notice him, so he just turned around and passed by.

"Uncle, is the same cappuccino without sugar?"

Zhao Xicheng made a sound, half covered his mouth with his hands: "Do you remember?"

At that time before, Han Wuyu was always bullied to let him buy a cup of cappuccino without sugar, taking pleasure in watching the shy him face the embarrassment of the clerk.

Bai Ningxia, who was walking towards them, stopped, staring blankly at Zhao Xicheng's back.

Han Wuyu looked pitiful, nodded and said, "I remember. Uncle, I buy latte without sugar, okay?" I don't want to be laughed at anymore.

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "Barely can."

Han Wuyu's mobile phone rang, he looked towards the door and waved: "Uncle, I'm leaving first."

Before Zhao Xicheng had time to nod and respond, his eyes followed his anxious figure, seeing him rushing towards Zhang Pinwei, he gradually put away his smile, climbed up his hair with one hand, looked away, and looked at his toes.

"...you run slowly for me...tsk..."

Bai Ningxia, who was behind him, felt sour in his heart, he swallowed the sour taste of choking, and forced a smile.

"Xi City."

Zhao Xicheng turned his head.

"Go back together?"

Zhao Xicheng pursed his lips, and glanced at the figure walking away outside the door.

"it is good."

***

In the middle of the road, Han Wuyu took a sip of tea and sake with his mouth on the glass, looked at Zhang Pinwei shyly smiling and rejecting the woman at the side, took another sip, raised his hand, and silently ordered another pot of tea and sake.

It happened five or ten minutes ago. The two of them saw this woman named Xiao Qu hit by a car at the intersection. The car didn't stop. He and Zhang Pinwei stopped, acting as heroes to save the beauty, but Xiao Qu After seeing Zhang Pinwei, his eyes were obviously different, and he became a superfluous person. He came and went like this, and it became the embarrassing situation where you want to treat and I refuse.

"Finally left." Zhang Pinwei looked overwhelmed.

"She's cute, petite, and has a good figure." With one chin propped up, she drank one sip after another.

Xiao Qu is not bad looking, and has a lively personality. From the first impression, he is the type that will make a good impression on men.

"You like that type?" Zhang Pinwei also poured a glass of wine.

Han Wuyu shook his head with a slightly drunk face: "I don't like it."

Zhang Pinwei was slightly taken aback, it was rare to hear Han Wuyu's tone of affirmation.

"I'm not interested either."

Han Wuyu was a little drunk and leaned his chin on the table.

Zhang Pinwei smiled angrily, looked at the small jug next to him: "Did you drink another jug ​​yourself?"

Han Wuyu nodded obediently, and made a two-to-one comparison, indicating that he drank two small pots.

"The hair is long, the figure is petite, and it looks soft... It's something that men would be interested in..." He breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, his eyes were a little dull, and he looked at the jug.

Zhang Pinwei looked at him with his face propped up, scolded him as a drunkard, and chuckled lightly.

"Not every man is like this." I added one more sentence.

Han Wu said wow: "That's right... People change... I liked women yesterday, but I like men today... Is it like this?"

He closed his eyes, dizzy from the alcohol.

Zhang Pinwei didn't reply right away, and reached out to pluck his soft hair.

"Maybe there are, but there are also people who like men from the very beginning." She closed her hand, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

Han Wuyu leaned his chin on the table, slowly raised his eyelids, and looked up at him. Zhang Pinwei put down his wine glass and happened to look down at him too.

"Feel sick?"

Han Wuyu shook his head: "I didn't drink much. Just two pots."

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, and almost laughed out loud.He was asking if the words about liking men made him feel sick, but he didn't expect Han Wu to misunderstand.

"You can drink a lot. Han, San, Lord." He joked.

Tonight, I borrowed from the Hanwu language house. Because it is not the first time I have borrowed it, I naturally know that the administrator calls him "Han Sanye". After questioning, I found out that the house bought by my father in Hanwu language was actually built by my father. It is a building.

Han Wuyu looked around nervously, and whispered, "Don't shout."

Zhang Pinwei picked up the bill to check out, got up, reached out to him, and pulled him up.

"Okay, okay, don't shout. What the third master said is true." Teased him again.

Han Wuyu glared at him and threw his wallet to him: "Go and pay the bill."

Zhang Pinwei nodded with a smile and walked towards the counter.

Han Wuyu opened the unusual wooden door, and walked out the door with slightly drunken steps. The cold winter wind was blowing, enjoying the cold drizzle, and it fell on his red face, sobering him up. He turned his head and saw standing by the door. silhouette, frowning.

"Little Qu?"

Xiao Qu nodded at him, and looked into the restaurant: "Thank you very much for today, Mr. Zhang. I want to know more about Mr. Zhang. Does he have a girlfriend? No, this is too disrespectful to him. I'm sorry, Mr. Han. Has Mr. Zhang left?"

Her little face was flushed, although she was lively and active, she still had a certain respect for the man, and she was a good girl.

Han Wuyu frowned unconsciously, looked at the ground: "It's still inside."

He raised his eyes a little, took another look at Xiao Qu, but immediately lowered his head.

The wooden door opened, and Zhang Pinwei walked towards Han Wuyu with a smile, as if he hadn't seen Xiao Qu, he wrapped Han Wuyu with one arm.

"I kept the third master waiting for a long time." Slightly smiled slightly, but looked at Han Wuyu biting his lip and lowering his head, looking to the side.

Little qu?

"Mr. Zhang, can I exchange contact information with you?" On her pink face, the small cherry mouth was biting nervously and turned red.

Zhang Pinwei glanced at Han Wuyu, who had been bowing his head, and saw that he bit his lip and turned his head away, his heart beat a few beats faster, and there was a look of expectation in his eyes, expecting Han Wuyu to care about him.

"Inconvenient." He refused directly.

Xiao Qu's face was full of disappointment: "Oh...ok...okay."

Zhang Pinwei glanced at Han Wuyu, seeing that he had taken two steps and was waiting for him, he casually said goodbye to her, and walked towards him again.

Han Wuyu took two steps, bent into a nearby park, and stepped on the leaves.

"You look pretty good, you should be very popular with women." The wind blew the leaves down again, and he stepped on it again.

"Huh? You really like that type?"

Han Wuyu glanced at the man who was taller than her. He was tall and handsome, and his arms were strong and strong because of moving the camera for a long time. He was a sexy man who would make people look at him more while walking.

"I don't like it..." He lowered his eyes and bit his lip again.

Zhang Pinwei walked a few steps faster, turned his head against the wind: "I don't like it either..."

Han Wuyu interjected, whispering, "I don't like women..." He stopped and lowered his head, waiting to be sentenced.

I am very envious, envious of all creatures called women, who easily get admission tickets to confess to men, but I am a creature called men, as long as I confess my sexuality with friends of the same sex, it has nothing to do with love, and I will be sentenced death penalty.

Zhang Pinwei stepped on the leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, and stopped in front of him.

"The third master is really domineering." The tone was the same as before.

He wrapped one arm around his shoulders, obviously feeling Han Wuyu's tremor, and looked sideways at him.

Han Wuyu bit his lips again, trembling as if forcing himself to be brave, and raised his eyes: "Don't you feel disgusted?"

Zhang Pinwei touched his chin and thought about it.

"I didn't drink much, just a pot." The corners of his mouth curled up.

Hearing the Han Wu language in his ear, the laughter was a little choked up, and his arms were tightened again.