Colleagues in the office were talking about the Y2K bug, which somehow led to the topic of the end of the world.
Li Wei was reading a piece of news on his computer when a female editor sitting next to him suddenly lamented: "Seeing that the end of the world is coming, I still can't get married."
At that moment, a male colleague teased her: "Who told you to set your sights so high? If you are willing to pay attention to it, we can also be a couple. How about it? If you think it is appropriate, we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to go through the formalities?"
The female editor immediately picked up a document in her hand and threw it at the male colleague: "Fuck you, get out of here as far as your thoughts go."
Immediately, other colleagues started to boo: "Wang Yang, you are proposing to Hu Meijuan in public. When did you two make such rapid progress? We don't care about waiting for your wedding candy."
Wang Yang had a smile on his face and didn't care at all. Hu Meijuan was anxious and quickly clarified the relationship: "Even if the end comes tomorrow, I will not marry him."
These words made Wang Yang feel a little embarrassed and muttered: "You talk about me like a scourge, am I that bad?"
Seeing that Hu Meijuan was about to cry, Li Wei hurriedly comforted her: "Okay, don't be afraid even if the end is coming soon. I'm not married yet. We have company."
Hu Meijuan smiled and said: "I will go on a blind date during the holidays. I don't believe that I really can't get married."
Li Wei glanced at Wang Yang. Wang Yang was being beaten by several male colleagues at the moment, but he kept glancing in their direction, wondering to himself, is Wang Yang serious
The bell rang, it was time to enter the studio. Li Wei took a glass of water and drank some water to moisten his throat, then took the press release and hurried to the studio.
"Good afternoon, viewers, today is March 4, 1999..."
Just after the two news broadcasts, Li Wei felt a little abdominal pain, and thought something was a little bad. Could it be that there was something wrong with the pack of milk in the morning? She obviously read the expiration date and production date.
The abdominal pain is getting worse little by little, but she can't have any news accidents during the live broadcast, so she has to persevere no matter how uncomfortable it is. But half an hour passed quickly. As a professional anchor, there is nothing scary about such a small situation. Li Wei encouraged himself in his heart, but due to distraction, he accidentally mispronounced a word. 50 yuan is enough to say goodbye to her again.
Liu Cheng, the male anchor on the side, noticed something strange about Li Wei and took advantage of the opportunity to express concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"Stomachache."
The director on the side reminded the two of them: "Pay attention and concentrate, the picture has been cut."
The pain made her break into a cold sweat, but having to stay in good shape in front of the camera was excruciating.
When the director saw that Li Wei's face was covered in sweat, he wiped off the sweat and put on makeup for Li Wei during the break. Bi reminded her: "There are still three minutes left, just hold on a little longer."
At the last moment, Li Wei almost relied on her own perseverance to survive. As soon as the lights dimmed, she immediately lay on the table and gasped for air. My forehead and palms were already covered in sweat.
Liu Cheng said a little worriedly: "How about I ask for a leave for you, and you go to the hospital for a checkup."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Li Wei waited until he had a little strength before standing up.
After returning to the office, she remembered that there was a bottle of painkillers in the drawer. She quickly took two pills and rested for a while before the pain gradually disappeared. But the director came.
"Li Wei, as an excellent anchor, does not allow any news accidents. Good thing you persisted all the way today. You have to pay attention in the future."
Li Wei hurriedly agreed: "Yes, director, it will never be like this next time."
"The money that should be deducted will still have to be deducted, and everything will be done according to the rules."
After get off work, Hu Meijuan asked Li Wei to go shopping and look at clothes, but Li Wei refused because of physical discomfort. When she got home, the ball of thread rushed up to her feet, meowed twice, and rubbed against her legs.
The moment she saw the ball of thread, the little dissatisfaction at work was immediately wiped away. She picked up the ball of thread as if holding a child.
Even if the end came tomorrow, at least she would still have a ball of thread by her side.
At the end of March, Li Wei received a call from home two minutes before he was about to enter the studio.
"Weiwei, come back soon. Your dad is hospitalized again."
Li Wei's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly asked: "What's the disease? Is it serious?"
"It's still a lung problem that affects the heart. The doctor said it's very serious." Liu Chunzhi on the other end of the phone tried her best to suppress her emotions and not cry on the phone.
The alarm bell rang again, and Li Wei hurriedly said to her mother, "Mom, I'm about to enter the studio. I'll contact you when I get down." She hung up the phone in a hurry, and the director's voice had already risen several degrees.
After calming down, Li Wei patted his face. She used to be the Queen Mother of Chongqing Palace, and no difficulties could overwhelm her. There were even more difficult and dangerous situations than this. There is nothing to be afraid of.
When the camera focused on her, her mood had completely calmed down.
Afterwards, the director only said that she spoke a little too fast today, but did not find any other faults. Li Wei said anxiously: "Director, I want to take leave. My father is hospitalized and I have to rush back immediately."
The director was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll talk to the minister later. You can pack up and leave early."
Li Wei hurriedly returned to his seat, grabbed the newly purchased Motorola mobile phone on his desk, said a few words to Hu Meijuan and left the office.
The director shouted from behind to slow down and be careful along the way. But he said in his heart that this young man's psychological quality is not bad.
Li Wei caught up with the bus leading to Huiliang. She hurriedly called back in the car.
The person on the other end of the phone has been replaced by Yang Man.
"Sister-in-law, is Dad okay?"
"The situation was a little dangerous at first, but it should have calmed down now. Don't worry."
"I'm heading back. I'll be home in more than two hours."
Since Huiliang was removed from the county and established as a district, a highway was built leading to the provincial capital during the vigorous reconstruction, making it much more convenient to go back and forth.
By the time Li Wei hurried to the ward, it was already four-thirty in the afternoon. Li Minghua has been transferred to the general ward, but he is still wearing an oxygen mask.
Li Wei's legs went weak, he squatted down holding on to the hospital bed, and shouted anxiously: "Dad."
Li Minghua, who was sleeping in a daze, turned his head slightly and glanced in front of the bed when he heard the voice, and immediately saw his daughter. His eyebrows were raised slightly, with an obvious smile on his lips.
Liu Chunzhi and Yang Man walked in together. Liu Chunzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing her daughter.
"I thought you wouldn't be able to come back until tomorrow, how come it's so fast?"
"I decided to come back right away after finishing the show. What did the doctor say?"
Liu Chunzhi wanted to speak, but Yang Man came up and pulled Li Wei and said to her, "Come out and I'll tell you."
(End of chapter)