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It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the big black Benz drove out of Puren Hospital.Yu Zhongye had just visited Lin Siquan when a reporter from the Internet media came over. Seeing that the leader of the Pearl TV station was there, he begged to take two photos.Old Chen Tong was in the ward, standing in the way of Director Yu who never liked to appear on camera, and posing for a photo in cooperation with himself, explaining with a smile that there has been a lot of news about Zhutai recently, and please "be merciful".It is necessary to say hello in advance. We are all media people, and we all know that most media people have a problem. When chatting face-to-face, they are often so enthusiastic that they can call your father.

Lin Siquan, who was lying on the bed, smiled at the camera, his complexion looked good, he seemed to have calmed down and calmed down, and all the heavy past had dissipated like light smoke.

The road out of Puren Hospital was extremely rough, with potholes and no street lights.Lao Lin stepped on the accelerator, and Daben was soaked in the night, running in the darkness like a beast.

Lao Lin said: "Uncle Yu, Director Zhao of the Audit Bureau has asked someone to tell you that Nanling, who is new to Taiwan this time, is his relative. Please give me some advice and take care of him."

"Nanling?" Yu Zhongye didn't have a deep impression of the name, and reacted for a while, "I remember, that eyebrow looks a bit like Luo You's intern."

"No wonder the face looks familiar. I also think it looks like this, but it's a thousand miles away. Young Master Luo is more energetic." Lao Lin asked with a smile, "What do you think of this newcomer?"

"Eager for quick success and quick profit, small family spirit." Pearl Tower is a sea of ​​rivers and rivers for industry leaders. There are many creeks and streams that squeeze their heads and converge in it. Throughout the year, there are also many leaders who entrust the director of Pearl Tower to "take care" of themselves. Relatives, Yu Zhongye looked sleepy, without raising his eyelids, "Which kind of relative is he and Zhao Lifeng?"

"Nanling shouldn't be a relative, but he also has a sister from the same country, who was kept outside by Director Zhao without telling his wife." Lao Lin suddenly smiled, "I happened to meet Nanling's sister, but I'll let Wang know about it." Xiao Duan, the driver of the bureau, said it." The drivers love to chat about this kind of gossip, and Lao Lin is very good at this, he can get along with other drivers without listening to it.

"Oh?" Yu Zhongye's voice raised slightly, as if interested, "Have you seen it?"

Lao Lin replied in a straightforward manner: "The siblings are carved out of the same mold, and they are both very rusty."

"Zhao Ju is about to retire and still has this interest. He is in good health." Yu Zhongye chuckled, "If Nanling really wants to make a name for himself in this industry, let him start with "Pearl Connection" or Let's do it for the reporters who appear on the "Oriental Vision"."

"But according to the meaning of the short paragraph, Nanling doesn't want to go to the news. He thinks it's bitter, tired, and hopeless. He wants to ask if there is still a chance to show his face in "If You Love a Beauty". An ad is fine."

Yu Zhongye frowned: "Han Chuang has studied hard for ten years, and even got a double degree, just to study advertising?"

"It can only be said that everyone has his own aspirations, and not everyone will be punished..." Lao Lin stopped at the right time, fearing that the name Long Live Lord would not be heard at the moment, and carefully changed the subject, "Actually, it is really not easy for Master Luo. "News China" broadcast, and immediately caught a plane to go abroad to record. Thanks to his young age, he was able to take care of both ends, working hard day and night."

"It's really not easy. He does more entertainment and variety shows in East Asia. He was afraid that he would suddenly change and not adapt. But now it seems that I was too worried. If "If You Love Beauty" records two more episodes, I will change people. There are plenty of people in the entertainment center. A variety show host who can sing and dance, "Pearl Connection" has to be handed over to him."

"Young Master Luo's thoughtfulness is no worse than anchor Lin..." Lao Lin wanted to sigh, but he didn't dare to sigh too loudly.Young Master Luo cares about Master Yu so much, he, the driver, is considered half an insider.Recalling that time, Director Yu went to Radio and Television to "plead guilty" for the digital transformation project, and fought with others until his stomach disease relapsed and passed out. The blurred admiration on his face made him, a complete outsider, feel pity, and couldn't bear to look at it.

"It's inevitable that the child's mind has changed. Besides, I can't explain it to the old man." Of course, Yu Zhongye didn't know about Luo You's thoughts, but if he knew it, he didn't know it.He used to visit Luo You's grandfather for a while, and played chess and chatted with the old man who was still in the seat. At that time, Luo You was still young, a juicy and tender boy, always sticking to the front and back, saying "Uncle" ".I don't know which day, but suddenly refused to bark.

It's better to be young, to be able to excite the ideal soul, to be able to sieve the chaff of the five bodies of love, at this age and status, there are not many people who can catch the eye and things that can be cared about.

"Isn't that Nanling an Internet celebrity, a top ten singer?" There were a lot of troubles inside and outside the station, and Director Yu didn't care about other people's thoughts at all, "Then let's hold a host competition. After winning the championship Just let him go to "If You Love Beauty" to read commercials in a legitimate way, and also create momentum for the show by the way."

Old buildings are constantly being torn down, new buildings are being rebuilt, and the whole city is jumping up and down, repeatedly rising.Each urban reform project is more expensive than the last.The elevated road runs from east to west, dense as a spider's thread, surrounded by high-rise buildings, towering into the sky.The city is woven into a web by them.How many people are fascinated by this big net.

The road outside the window began to open up, and his eyes penetrated the misty night scene. Yu Zhongye saw that the route Daben was driving was wrong, and asked, "Where is this going?"

"It's been a long time since I had a drink with Uncle Yu, so I went to get together with my old comrades, and then I realized that I, a driver, can't drink and drive, so I quickly asked someone else out." Old Lin paused, then smiled unnaturally , "The anchor Xing is still catching up on the show in the Pearl Garden at the moment. I want to call him out, at least put something in his stomach, and it won't be too late to go back and stay up all night."

"Old Lin, you are getting more and more courageous." Yu Zhongye's voice was low, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

"Actually, I sent someone to fish out the watch of anchor Xing a few days ago, but the watch is already rotten, so rotten that it can't be repaired or read. I'm afraid he will be hurt by seeing it, and I don't know what to say or not..."

Lao Lin has been with him all these years, and he has never been so careless, and he has never dared to do so many things.Seeing Lao Lin hesitating, Yu Zhongye guessed that he was not interested in drinking, so he slightly closed his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Lao Lin hesitated: "It's not a big deal..."

Yu Zhongye didn't like talking about him so much, so he asked directly, "How big is it?"

"It's the son's fault for not being the godfather. It's still my family's disappointment. He failed the university entrance exams, and made him feel miserable and refused to go to the army. If he can be half as good as Shao Ai, I won't be so worried. It doesn't matter. , I went in and out of the nightclub with a group of dubious friends, and injured a young lady inside. I thought, can I bother Uncle Yu to say hello to Director Li, it’s not good to leave a criminal record at such a young age..."

Yu Zhongye gave an impatient "hmm", his gaze was attracted by a figure squatting on the side of the street——

Xing Ming came early, waiting for others to be bored, and confronted an old man on the street who had a chess game.

Thanks to Xing Hong's strict education, Xing Ming played a wide range of games, and his level of amateur five-dan Go, and mental sports such as chess, Chinese chess, and bridge can be regarded as inferences.He saw a few old men playing chess around, some hesitating, some eager to try, and he took it for granted that it was cheating by chess boards - revealing street scams was originally a topic of "Pearl Connection", but there was no one in the stage. Approval has always been an option. First, chess is not considered popular, and it may not be able to resonate with the audience; second, the rule of law program in Taiwan has done similar topic selections, and it seems impossible to dig deeper.

When I got closer, I realized that this old man who made the endgame was different from those swindlers who bet thousands of dollars at every turn. Setting up a stall in a lively place is purely to pass the spare time and play chess to relieve boredom.

After watching the chess for a while, Xing Ming basically ruled out the possibility that the other party was a scam gang. The occupational disease disappeared, and the chess addiction came up instead.

When I was in junior high school, I went through the endgame game records and did a little research on the common endgames in the world. Xing Ming tried his skills for a while, holding the red chess first, and ended up losing two games cleanly, with no power to parry.On the surface, this person is cold and arrogant and not easy to get close to, but in fact he is very twisted, more serious than anyone else, the more he loses, the more unwilling he is to admit defeat, so he dare not neglect and devote himself wholeheartedly.Seeing that the red chess had taken the lead on the board, and the black chess could be killed in a few moves, Xing Ming was completely unaware that someone had come behind him.

The man bent down, held his chess hand, and led him to drop a chess piece.

The back of his hand touched the opponent's palm, and a familiar electrifying feeling spread all over his body. Xing Ming shivered, and the roots of his ears also felt slightly hot.

"Three guns and four draws," this move is no different from committing suicide, instantly dispelling the advantage of the red chess, the old man said, "It's a check."

Frustrated, Xing Ming turned his head, raised his face, and saw Yu Zhongye.

The old man was pestered by this young man for a whole night. He was so tired that his waist was sore and his legs hurt and his eyes were dim. He yelled, "The street lamp is broken, and the chessboard can't be seen." He got up and packed the bench, planning to leave.Xing Ming readily handed over two hundred-yuan bills. After a rough calculation, he lost a dozen or so games, forget it, and don't want the other party's change.

Every time it was a mistake, the whole game was lost. When the old man walked away, Xing Ming's addiction to chess was still not gone, and while following Yu Zhongye back to sitting under the red shed, he muttered unwillingly: "Teacher Yu is still here!" It was about time, and I almost won."

The two sat down facing each other, and Yu Zhongye looked at him with a half-smile: "How do you win?"

"I've already taken off my hat." "Hat off" is a term used in chess endgames. People who have studied it will not know it. If you lose your car, you are doomed."

"The red chess in this endgame is doomed to death, and there is no point in struggling." Yu Zhongye didn't argue with the children, and handed over a Longines watch box, "Look."

"Just come back. You don't need to read it." In fact, the moment Luo You threw the watch out of the window, he felt that the burden on his shoulders suddenly relaxed, both guilty and relaxed.Xing Ming rubbed the watch box repeatedly, and now his mind was on the chess game, still unwilling: "I'm not good at chess, but I'm not bad at Go."

Yu Zhongye nodded slightly: "I heard from the old man."

Hong Wanliang boasted that Xing Ming's chess skills were better than his son-in-law's, but he didn't know that the old man was old and his chess skills had declined. stature."

As soon as these words came out, Yu Zhongye really laughed: "I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

Boss Mazi is an old comrade-in-arms of Taizhang Yu, so he naturally knows what he likes Taizhang Yu. He doesn't need to order from the other party, and he personally arranges a table full of vermicelli in clear soup with little oil and salt, and takes into account the tastes of young people. Some night food stalls such as garlic-flavored oysters and pan-fried scallops are housekeeping dishes.The business was very good, the occupancy rate under the roof of the big red shed was [-]% to [-]%, and the air was full of greasy fireworks.good smell.

"Teacher Yu is proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He should have started learning at the age of six or seven?" Xing Ming took an oyster in his hand, twirled his sticky fingers, and thought it was funny: the table was covered with grease, and the floor Sewage flows across, such a place, what kind of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are you talking about?

Yu Zhongye said: "No."

Xing Ming thought about it for a while, and then asked: "Could it be that Secretary Hong likes to play chess, and you learned it later in order to match his interests?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he was rude. Unexpectedly, Yu Zhongye nodded without hesitation, and simply replied: "Yes." That's enough sir."

Under the red shed, on the long table.Director Yu doesn't talk very much, maybe he is used to "confiding" with his body, but he is not used to communicating with people with words.Taizhang Yu didn't eat much, and only asked the boss to send him two or two packs of Gujiao Longquan, which wasn't considered good wine, and he didn't drink too much, and only raised his glass occasionally, as if touching his lips.

Master Yu's stomach is bad, he said that he only drinks with the people he likes, and he still sacrifices his life to accompany them.

Xing Ming asked about Lin Siquan's recent situation, and he was relieved to know that he was almost healed—most of the people in the stage liked to read such stories, and they chanted and sighed three times with great relish.When he really has nothing to say, he eats stuffedly. He has been busy with the new issue of "Oriental Vision" all day long. He hasn't had a drop of water yet, so he is really hungry.

It was rare for the two of them to sit face to face calmly. Even though they were relatively silent, Xing Ming still felt that they enjoyed it.Ordinarily before, Yu Zhongye would have to push him onto the bed and fuck him fiercely before he could say three words. His tongue penetrated into his mouth, and his penis penetrated into his body, capturing and demanding endlessly.

But that's where things got weird.At that time they shared the same bed naked, he felt that this man was terribly strange, but now they were in this noisy environment, with a distance of more than one meter, he felt that the man was getting closer.

Thinking of something suddenly, Xing Ming put down his chopsticks, raised his hand to call Mazi Boss, and asked him, do you want to deliver takeaway?

Boss Mazi nodded of course, the guests of Mingzhu Terrace had to be sent no matter how far away they were.

Xing Ming drew a pen on the menu, ordered Ma Xiao and various barbecues, with a lot of meat and vegetables, and asked the boss of Mazi to send someone to the Pearl Garden.There are also all-night coffee shops in Pearl Garden.The facade is very grand, and the interior is also quite stylish. The door is half-closed on weekdays, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere that rejects people for thousands of miles.The leaders in the station like it, but most of the temporary workers don't like it.

Boss Mazi took the order and asked Xing Ming: "Tenderloin is very popular, do you want some?"

"No more, there are two Muslims in the group." After thinking for a while, he took the menu and wrote down Ruan Ning's phone number, and ordered: "The takeaway can't enter the Pearl Garden, you can call this number when you get to the door, let this Just come out and get it."

Boss Mazi asked the staff to prepare meals, Xing Ming looked up at Yu Zhongye and said, people in my team are still working overtime, and they haven't had dinner yet.

Yu Zhongye seemed to agree, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "You look like a boss."

"Incompetent." Xing Ming shook his head, and opened a bottle of beer for himself, "I almost ran away, I broke my promise."

Yu Zhongye knew what he was referring to: "Why don't you return to "Pearl Connection"?"

"Didn't you say that "Oriental Vision" would be the best program on Pearl TV?" Xing Ming raised his eyebrows, and said half-jokingly, "Am I stupid if I'm the second best?"

It's not like this little bastard who doesn't show off his abilities, Yu Zhongye smiled in his heart, his face remained calm, and he only asked: "Is there any problem with Shengyu in choosing the topic of this issue of medical reform?"

The choice of adults, Jiuding is not important.No matter how ignorant the punishment anchor is, he also understands that if he smashed that window and stepped out of that door, he is no longer qualified to ask Taichang Yu for things, shelter or help.To take without giving is to beggar.Perhaps Taichang Yu just asked casually, and he rushed to pour out bitter water, which caused people to belittle and bore him.He picked up the wine glass and touched Yu Zhongye, swallowed his uneasiness towards Liao Hui with a sip of beer, and said with a smile: "Mature rice can bend over. Now that I am sensible, I can Good."

After supper, Xing Ming had to go back to the station to catch the show.Unexpectedly, as soon as I got up, the weather changed suddenly, and it suddenly started to rain.At the beginning, it was still drizzle, and occasionally a few large raindrops hit the red canopy, crackling like pouring beans. However, after a minute or two, the rain came pouring down with a chaotic sound.

Xing Ming didn't bring an umbrella, and sighed at the rain, Yu Zhongye said, "I'll take you for a ride."

I am used to sitting in a Bentley, and the Mercedes-Benz inevitably looks cramped.In the confined space inside the car, Yu Zhongye suddenly stretched out a hand to caress Xing Ming's face.

Xing Ming wanted to hide, but Yu Zhongye's fingers had firmly gripped his chin.

Can't hide.

The rhythm of breathing was disrupted by this action, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Lao Lin stepped on the brake lightly, and the Mercedes-Benz slowly slid to the side.This car does not have a partition that can be raised. Lao Lin knew that it was an eyesore, so he took the initiative to say before no one chased him, "I'm addicted to cigarettes, I'll get out of the car—"

The leading comrades didn't appreciate it, and the voice came over without warmth: "You stay in the car."

There were many bruises on Xing Ming's face, and it was not painful at the moment, but it was a bit scary to look at.He explained to the people in Taili that it was a fall, but no one questioned it.Question what?It's nothing more than a young man who is full of vigor and will move his hands if he disagrees with him. He has been injured all the year round when he was a student, and he has long been used to it even if others question him.

Yu Zhongye looked serious, brushed the bruises on Xing Ming's face with his fingers, and supported his face with his whole palm as if wrapping it.

This man smelled of alcohol and smoke, the smell of alcohol was intoxicating, and the smell of smoke was alluring.There were hard scabs formed after the glass was pierced on the palms, and the skin in the palms, which was originally covered with thin calluses, became even rougher.Yu Zhongye didn't intentionally tease him, but only used his fingers to confirm the severity of Xing Ming's injury, but his body temperature was on the high side right now, and where his finger pulps and palms passed, there seemed to be a small fire burning all the way.

Strong wind, torrential rain, and the sound of rain on the roof of the car. Looking out from the car, the whole world seems to be unstable and cloudy.

Xing Ming's cheeks were hot, his throat moved unnaturally, some erotic images floated in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

The sound of the rainstorm reminded him of that rainy day when everything was out of order.

The neon lights on the side of the road were flickering, reflected on the car windows, mixed with the rainwater that also splashed on the car windows, the light inside the car became strange.A small piece of light and shadow split on Yu Zhongye's face, the man's eyes became a little strange, maybe he remembered it.

Sweat trickled down Xing Ming's back, he wanted to struggle but couldn't move, his eyes rolled back and forth.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zhongye suddenly said: "Pearl Garden is approaching, let Xiao Xing get off at this intersection."

Before Lao Lin had time to step on the brakes, Xing Ming pushed open the car door, jumped out of the running Da Ben as if escaping, and plunged into the rain and ran wildly.

Lao Lin panicked a little.If he hadn't had any discernment, the friendship accumulated in the trenches alone would not be enough to sit in the most trusted position of Director Yu for so many years.But this time he was really uncertain.Everything seems to be good, and it seems to be bad. I really don't know if this painstaking play will be sung or not.

Yu Zhongye closed his eyes, his face was slightly tired, and he still couldn't see the yin, qing, happiness or anger.

But before he got home, he said something, it's nothing for children to fight and fight, and you don't have to worry about your son Lin Mao.