Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

"Maintenance/stability".Maintaining a stable living environment and rejecting unexpected events, whether good or bad, it is very challenging to maintain a subjective constant in the objective changes of all things. The choice of career is also one of the manifestations of maintenance/stability. I think my ability is slack Usually, after going through many things, I am still in a kind of confusion. I just don’t know what I have, lack of vision for the future, and no special skills. The only job I have done is writing. It seems that this is the only thing I can do in the future. I don’t know What else could I do, in the end my innovation was to switch from being a writer to being a reporter.But even this is the only thing that can be done. There is a huge deficiency. I can't feel and understand the feelings of others. I want to understand how many people's emotional changes are delicately portrayed. I want to accept suffering and understand the meaning of life. I regress when living a truly miserable life, and I don't want to experience that kind of messy miserable life.I think journalists can be the first to get close to others than mere writers, and I joined the job after helping me get in touch with the world outside of myself. From Wu Ji's point of view, the point of entry that attracts attention must have bothered him quite a bit, so he has been calling me a "rookie" in an annoyed manner.

Regarding the incident of the female corpse, the person in charge immediately called the police. While waiting for the police to arrive, I took a few majestic photos of the roller coaster, and was taken away with the person in charge to make notes. It took me two hours to get it done. It's over, as for returning home, it will be another hour later.

At around twelve o'clock in the morning, I sat at my desk and called the editor-in-chief. I waited patiently until the phone was automatically hung up because no one answered, and then dialed again. After repeated several times, I finally made the fifth call, and the other party picked up the phone.

"What's wrong with you?" With a painful tone, one can fully imagine Wu Ji's expression when he got up from the bed and answered the phone with his teeth gritted.As a middle-aged man, he always went to bed quite early.

"One person died."

"Yes, that could be you in 1 minute."

"There's a dead man over there on the roller coaster."

"Wait." There was a rustling voice, Wu Ji probably adjusted his sitting posture, and continued to talk to me after he regained consciousness, "Did you see it with your own eyes? How did you die?"

“Clearly. I took pictures. Young woman in her twenties, strangled, undocumented, temporarily unidentified,” I said, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, fiddling with the camera.

"Do people from other newspapers know?"

"I probably don't know. There were only two of us at the scene, and the police took over later."

"What do the police and the amusement park say?"

"The park asks not to spread it. I believe the management will call tomorrow. As for the police station, it has always been the style. It is not allowed to publish the malicious homicide until it is investigated."

"Do you have a photo?" Wu Ji asked repeatedly. In fact, it is no longer considered a question. The basic situation can be roughly grasped. At this time, it is just a trade-off of pros and cons, but I still answer it again and give him some time to sort it out.I heard his breathing through the phone, and I believe that in person, I might see sparks bursting out of his head spinning rapidly.

Reporting murders or honestly advertising, the former makes Lihua Daily lively for a few days with exclusive news and boosts sales, but it will collapse with the amusement park. It is obvious that a murder in the park will have a great impact on passenger flow, and the park will not If they are willing, the police are also a problem; the latter earns advertising fees steadily, increases the use value of the newspaper, and attracts larger advertisers through the effect, but loses a big news, and each advances and retreats have gains and losses. This kind of dilemma is not It's up to me to decide, I can only give Wu Ji a headache.

He was silent for a few minutes, and after a lot of mental struggle, he weakly asked me to put the murder case down, "Wait until next time, after all, gold is the main thing at the moment." He expressed infinite regret to let this time go, "It's urgent No. It would be good luck to encounter a serial murder case."

I hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and watched the smoke rise and dissipate on the desk lamp. Outside the window came the sound of a train passing by, followed by a few dogs barking. The night was unbearably quiet.Quietly finished smoking, I took out the photo developing objects, and within half an hour I got a negative of today’s photography, and hung it on the clothes rail to dry.After sleeping for roughly four or five hours, I developed and dried the photos in the darkroom, picked out a few of them, packed the rest in paper bags, and brought them to the newspaper when I went to work.

April 7

Now in his early 40s, divorced, a 12-year-old son sentenced to his wife, no family care, so he poured his blood into the workplace.It doesn't quite match the more elegant name. Wu Ji has thick hair, bronze-red face, a pair of shrewd small eyes with black-rimmed glasses, a loud and enthusiastic voice, and a strong and smooth body that comes from fitness, with a strong handshake. He often wears a white shirt and silver-gray trousers, with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar of the shirt. The whole person is quite confusing, making it impossible for people to tell what kind of industry he is in at first glance, but most people think that this person is the first reaction He looked very much like a thug of a whitewashing gang who pretended to be elegant, but he had to be polite to him because he was afraid of his overly strong biceps.

In fact, rather than using force, Wu Ji is more willing to hang his salary in front of us. He doesn't need to do it. The price will make people bend their knees. He is busy in front of this workaholic. He only needs to sarcasm, sarcasm, and growl when morale is low. , People started to run tremblingly.

The night before because work delayed the rest time, I didn't sleep well. I started to have migraines early in the morning, and I stayed at the work station for several hours. Whenever Wu Ji passed by, he immediately cheered up, which made him always look at me suspiciously.Finally, when it was lunch break, my colleagues left their seats in twos and threes. I put away the documents on the desktop and planned to take a walk nearby to get some fresh air, so I took an umbrella and stepped out of the newspaper office.

The sky at noon is gray, the road is at the door, dust and smoke are flying around, cars are honking, and the messy movements and scenes are mixed together. If you want to find peace, you can only go to the nearby alleys.A few drops of rain fell on the small road before I walked far. I looked up, and a drop of water fell on my forehead. In a short while, it turned into a big raindrop and fell all at once. After walking for a while, the situation has reached the point where it is not allowed. The rain is blowing directly on my face and body by the wind. After a while, the sleeves of the umbrella are wet. I am afraid of being soaked by the rain. A small cafe, I immediately went in and asked for a cup of espresso, sat down by the window, and casually watched the rainy scenery outside the window.

The cafe is at the intersection of the end of the alley and a small road. The narrow road outside the window is not the main road. There are few cars and people. Plane trees are planted on both sides of the road. The palm-shaped green leaves are abundant and pavilion-like. The wash became brighter and lovely. I lowered my head and took a sip of coffee, frowning at the irritation of its bitter and sour taste. I don't like to drink it, but I have to order something, and I also need it to cheer me up.When I raised my head and looked out again, I found a dejected man in white clothes came out slowly from the alley I came from, without an umbrella, his clothes were drenched, and his hair was dripping wet. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly.There was almost no one on the street, and I was so absorbed by him that I couldn't help but stare.As he got closer and closer, I recognized the details of his clothes, and immediately recalled who he was, and it happened that he also raised his head at this time, the oil paint on his face was mottled, especially the black paint on the eyes was a mess, he was not there He casually wiped it with his sleeve, creating another black shadow around his eyes, not just an illusion but real, I felt his lips became more red.At this moment, he also saw me, and he was taken aback for a moment. I was still thinking about whether to say hello to him, but I saw him sighing extremely heavily and exaggeratedly, as if I could hear it even from such a distance. He sighed, not knowing for a moment whether he should react angrily.It was just time to look down and take another sip of coffee, but when he looked up, the clown was gone.At the empty intersection, the rain continued to fall. The scene just now seemed to be an illusion, and everything remained the same without any abnormalities.

The one-hour lunch break was fleeting, I walked out of the cafe, and when I was about to approach the newspaper building, I heard the shrill siren sounding from nowhere.

The whole afternoon I was busy with drafting, revising, and being scolded by Wu Ji. Somehow, I couldn’t easily write something he was satisfied with. Feelings blended in, he either disliked my pretentiousness, or said that I lost my objectivity.I was not the only one tormented by him, and my colleagues were always trembling under his hands. The only one who was not afraid and often confronted him was not fired. There was only one exception, Jin Dongshu, an elite reporter from our agency.However, she was on a business trip in the past few days because of an unannounced visit to a child abuse case in an orphanage, so there was no warrior to control Wu Ji's arrogance.In short, I just wrote and revised like this, and I didn't go home until eight o'clock in the evening.

What is called "home" is a house built by my parents when I was young. I lived there for several years when I was young. The place is relatively remote and it is not convenient for shopping. I bought a new house here, and the whole family moved there.Fast forward 20 years, the old house has not changed much except that it has been weathered by wind and rain. It is very close to where I work. It takes about [-] minutes to walk to the newspaper office, and it is faster to take the bus. I have slightly renovated the house. it became my very