Sir, what if it's too cold?

As soon as Cheng Xuewei arrived at the office, she felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

She quietly looked around, and sent Xu Muran a WeChat message: The atmosphere in the unit is not right today, when will you come over, I will be alone_(:3)∠)_

After the message was sent, there has been no reply.

After finally making it to noon, she followed the senior at the next table to the cafeteria for lunch. On the way, she inadvertently said: "Xu Muran is really outrageous. It's already a custom to hold a topic selection meeting on Monday, and she's too lazy."

Hearing what she said, the senior gave her a strange look: "You don't know?"

She replied inexplicably, "Know what?"

"Xiao Xu, I'm going to the Evening News, I'm not working in our department anymore."

what? !

Such an important matter, she didn't tell herself?

Cheng Xuewei only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to the top of her head, and she finally understood the meaning of "furious" in literary works: Xu Muran followed Zheng Weixing away.

Didn't she have nothing to do with Zheng Weixing before?At the mobilization meeting, she obviously avoided him, and I repeatedly told her not to deal with people like Zheng Weixing, Xu Muran also agreed to herself...

This, this, this, what is it all about!

She suppressed her emotions and tried her best to maintain a normal facial expression and talked and laughed happily with her senior for the whole lunch period.After dinner, Cheng Xuewei made an excuse to go out to do some errands, watched her senior go back to the office, and then went downstairs to call Xu Muran.

After three or five beeps, someone answered: "Hello?"

Cheng Xuewei paused for two seconds before slowly saying, "I heard...you went to the Evening News?"

The person on the other side yawned, "Yes, I just completed the transfer procedures in the morning, and I will formally go there to hand over tomorrow. I am going to go home and sleep now. What's the matter?"

Xu Muran's words were frank, but she didn't know how to speak: "Why are you suddenly..."

"You also know that they had thought of asking me to come over there before, and I suddenly wanted to go there too, so it hit it off."

Cheng Xuewei parted her lips helplessly, and suddenly realized that she was not in an opposing position.

This is Xu Muran's choice, not hers.

The fact that she was transferred to the Evening News complied with the system and regulations, and followed the formal procedures, so there was nothing to question.But in terms of reason, she may suffer a little bit. After all, the magazine branch is her "maternal body". If she switches to another family before she is "weaned", she may be labeled as "ungrateful" in the flow of favors. Tag of.But in the newspaper group's environment where "the hero is judged by the quality of the manuscript", as long as there is enough strength, these are not problems.

She lowered her eyelids dejectedly, and said softly "hmm".

In terms of seniority, she and Xu Muran are of the same generation, but in terms of seniority, she is several levels behind Xu Muran.But even so, she is still willing to be with Xu Muran. She likes to give her valuable things from Amway Online, likes to share workplace gossip with her, likes to eat all the fast food restaurants near her work with her, and likes to tell her about girls. There are some little secrets in between.

Cheng Xuewei herself couldn't explain why Dudu posted Xu Muran, not only because they were sitting close to each other, but also because she liked Xu Muran's smile.

Not ostentatious, not pretentious, just hanging on the corner of the mouth, the warmth presented can slowly seep into people's heart and spleen.

As if aware of her loss, Xu Muran cleared his throat, and explained: "Maybe this matter has already spread in our office, but I chose it myself, and I don't regret it."

Cheng Xuewei squeezed the phone body, and heard a silver bell-like laughter from the opposite side: "Congratulate me, Xuewei, I finally found what I want to do."

Zheng Weixing had just handed over several controversial manuscripts to the editor on duty when the phone rang.He has been under high-intensity work pressure all afternoon, and he is dizzy and dizzy.Taking the time to glance at the caller contacts displayed on the screen, while dealing with his colleagues' questions, he sneakily opened the call interface: "Hello, what's the matter, sister?"

"I mentioned a few words to you before, but I didn't expect that she would come to the door by herself, and everything was arranged?"

"It's been arranged, sister, don't worry about my work!"

The other party responded with satisfaction, and asked him a few more words, then hung up the phone.

After cutting off the call, Zheng Weixing turned into an indifferent face for a second, threw the phone on the table casually, and began to let go.

When he first approached Xu Muran, he actually didn't have much hope. The Evening News only lacks talents.He stayed in his headquarters well, didn't make any achievements, and there was no reason for him to poach someone. Could he offend the second in command over there just because of his boss's flirtatious words?

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to do whatever he can, and let it go: first, if he digs someone up, he may not come over; second, what if he bumps into a good seed by mistake?And the third—

There are also many mediocre people who accomplish nothing, so just give it up.

His purpose is to poach people here, as for the rest of the matter, he has no interest in intervening, and it is not his business.

This idea changed quietly after he saw Xu Muran's manuscript.

It was a... quite interesting manuscript.

Although it can be seen that it has been polished by everyone, it can still be classified as a category that does not hide its flaws.

In other words, she did not let the craftsmanship that has been immersed in the market for a long time damage the aura inherent in the text itself.

A news article requires the same elements that people write in middle and high school: who, when, where, what, and why.For example, in the same incident of a two-vehicle collision that occurred near the vegetable market, some people could only record the incident itself, while others could vividly write about it.

Xu Muran has perfectly surpassed the former, but there is still a long way to go before the latter.

This manuscript made him a little interested in her.

He feels that a girl who can write such words should not stay in such a huge, step-by-step place where she seeks stability rather than achievement.

She should go to a wider world, even if he doesn't know where it is, but it's not here anyway.

As for that helping Xu Muran in the middle of the road, it was so coincidental that even he thought it was designed by himself, in order to gain favor with the girl, but the reality is always more accidental than accidental.

I received a notice to work overtime 5 minutes before the end of get off work, and I was devastated to think that this matter should be spread on everyone's head.While thinking about his work, Zheng Weixing numbly went downstairs to buy wontons at the wonton stand he was accustomed to eating——No way, the dirty work that the immediate boss is unwilling to do must be handed over to them. Hello?

On the way back, he saw a figure over there from a distance, resembling someone he knew very well. Unexpectedly, after walking past, besides seeing his old classmates, there would also be an "unexpected joy".

The fair little girl was surrounded by the two of them, she was neither advancing nor retreating, she looked a little pitiful, and made her heart soften.

At that moment, he admired his intuition a little bit: How could he be so impartial and so accurate?

He relieved her, and suddenly heard her ask a question that seemed a little ridiculous in that environment to the little ruffian who couldn't make any big waves: "What is your dream?"

dream?

He wanted to laugh a little: that kind of person still has dreams?

Xu Muran didn't agree to his poaching, so he took advantage of the situation and "retired after success". This matter was quickly forgotten by him. It was so long that he thought he didn't know how many articles he had read, and Xu Muran came to him again. .

"Are you free, let's talk together?"

Zheng Weixing was stunned for a long time before he realized: "Okay."

Xu Muran invited him to a shop within walking distance from his work place.After ordering, he took the lead to open the scene: "Why, remember to invite me to dinner today?"

The person on the opposite side poured tea for him properly, and said casually: "A few weeks ago, you told me that you wanted to poach me for the Evening News?"

"Yes."

"I wonder if this invitation is still valid?"

"Yes," Zheng Weixing said, "I don't know which branch you want to go to? People's livelihood, entertainment, and sports are all suitable for girls, and there are still shortages..."

The groups he mentioned in his speech were all groups whose jobs were relatively easy, and which sometimes had lucrative benefits. The temptation was not small, and she should be tempted.

What he didn't expect was that Xu Muran stretched out a finger and shook it lightly at him.

"I want to go to the breaking news group. I wonder if you can introduce me?"

Breaking news group?

Zheng Weixing's face remained unchanged, but there was already a storm in his heart: I didn't expect that she would volunteer to join this department.

This department, whether it is big or small, is a panacea-like existence.Just like a certain brand of dot reader, "Where you can't click", if this sentence is applied to the emergency team, it should be "Where you want people to go".

On weekdays, I help departments with a clear division of labor to check for leaks and fill in vacancies. Once an emergency occurs, I have to go to the front line with a camera and a voice recorder on my back. The work is intense and the time is not stable. The old man is holding on, and generally no one is willing to go.

He thought for a while and asked: "The work of the emergency team is very unstable, are you sure you can bear it?"

Xu Muran nodded firmly: "I can." After a pause, she added softly: "I've made up my mind, this is what I want to do."

Zheng Weixing looked a little dazed.

When she said this, there seemed to be twinkling stars in the girl's eyes.