The next day was cloudless.
Such adjectives are very pleasant to write in the memoirs of elementary school students' spring outings and autumn outings.
But appearing in the midsummer season of July is not something to be happy about.
The forecast for today's maximum temperature is 38°C.
Qi Jin began to seriously consider whether she should go directly to the news channel director's office and resign. He doesn't care if he gets a tan or not, he just doesn't want to be peeled off by the sun. As a media person who is often exposed to the wind and the sun outside, the painful method of pouring salt water on the wound has to be encountered several times every summer, and it is really enough.
Of course, the idea of quitting came up more than once, and each time it came to nothing.
He didn't go straight to the director's office, but the director ran out of the office to smoke. The two met face-to-face, and the director habitually exchanged a few words: "Xiao Qi, I heard that you are the first to arrive today?"
Going out early, just to get to the unit before the sun rises.
"Don't worry, Director. I travel so frequently, I can't get the full attendance award in the group." Qi Jin joked. The news channel has an old rule that at the end of the year, the director pays out of his own pocket and invites the attendance award winner to dinner.
The director laughed twice and patted his back shoulder: "It's a good thing for young people to run outside more often."
It is precisely because of this that he was named the god of pretending to be dead in the circle. Qi Jin murmured silently in his heart.
"By the way, Director, if there are no special circumstances today, I want to go to the provincial library later to find materials, write manuscripts, and submit them before my business trip tomorrow."
"No problem." The director knew that Qi Jin was often loaned out, so he was very accommodating about this kind of thing.
But the other person who happened to pass the corner and overheard their conversation was less accommodating.
Qi Jin sent the director away, and just walked into the office to chat with colleagues, and the back foot came up.
"Yo, Qi Jin, you're probably the most idle person on the news channel, right? You're still thinking about going to the library with fish, and everyone else is still working."
The more I listened to the drama, the better my ability to recognize sounds.
You don't have to look back, you can hear who it is by listening to the voice. But out of politeness he decided to smile and speak back.
The person who found the fault was surnamed Sun, and was nicknamed "Gui Sunzi" in the unit. Of course, he didn't know this nickname, and everyone called it privately.
The most worth mentioning skill of this Mr. Turtle grandson is bragging. He has two brushes, otherwise he would not be able to stay in the TV station for four years. Once Mr. Gui Sunzi is drunk, he will claim to be the descendant of Monkey King. He believes that if Sun Wukong is alive, he will definitely kill him with a stick to clean up the door.
And his level of jealousy, I am afraid that even the concubine Hua in the Legend of Zhen Huan is inferior.
Qi Jin often felt that he would say the line "Bitch is hypocritical" in a fit of anger. In order to avoid being rewarded with fame, Qi Jin smiled politely at Mr. Gui Sunzi: "It was Director Tang of the Science and Education Channel who asked me to find information for their program, so I was going to go to the provincial library."
"Programs? What programs? Do you also mix in the programs of the Science and Education Channel? Aren't you in the news?"
"For topics related to animal culture, I am in charge of birds." Qi Jin replied tepidly.
Mr. Turtle Sunzi smiled strangely, his face suddenly enlightened.
"Bird shows? Sure enough, what kind of people are in charge of what kind of shows—I never do that."
The office was dead silent.
Colleagues beside me bowed their heads and drank tea.
The central air conditioner seems to be running a little strong, and the indoor temperature is so low that everyone wants to temporarily escape for three minutes.
Qi Jin nodded with a smile, patted the board of the folder with his palm, and replied, "Mr. Sun is right. People who don't have chickens don't understand 'birds'."
"puff-"
The colleague spit out a sip of tea.
A meaningful laughter came from behind the screen in the office. Mr. Turtle Sunzi took three seconds to react, and the root of his neck immediately burned red, and he was furious.
"You! Are you a personal attack!" After shouting a few words, he found himself helpless, so he turned his head and asked the colleague who had just sprayed tea, "You heard it too!"
"Oops, the tea splashed on the ground, I'm going to look for a rag." The colleague pretended to be dead.
Mr. Gui Sunzi was stunned for a moment, then turned to shout at the others in the office: "You all heard it too!"
The partitions in the news channel office are very high, and Mr. Gui Sunzi's height can hardly see the people behind him. He can only hear the snickers in twos and threes. Someone shouted: "I heard, it seems that someone was sarcastic just now. Others are birdmen—"
Mr. Turtle's grandson was defeated.
Mr. Turtle grandson quit.
Mr. Turtle Sunzi left angrily.
Of course, what was left to Qi Jin was the standard "Sooner or later reward you with a red" look.
After the surnamed Sun left, some people stuck out their hands behind the office cubicles, gave thumbs up, and some even popped out half of their heads and said in the air "Qi Jin, Tucao and likes" in the air. Seeing this, my colleague flew back with a rag, and gave a five-star praise.
"But Qi Jin, aren't you afraid that the grandson of the turtle will find a chance to fix you next?" My colleague must be a loyal audience of Zhen Huan's biography.
"It's alright, I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I won't be back for a week." Qi Jin said that she was under no pressure, took off her reporter card, and prepared to go to the library.
"Going on a business trip again? Didn't you just come back?"
"There's no way. There are several fathers in the interview group, and they have to spend more time with their children during the summer vacation. Anyway, this time I'm going to Z city. It's not far away, so the place to live should be fine." Qi Jin estimated that this kind of business trip rhythm will continue. to September.
"You're also a three-year-old man. Wouldn't it be easy to get married and have children?" The colleague asked very simply. Qi Jin smiled back without explaining too much. His sexuality has not been made public in the workplace, only a small number of close buddies know. After all, reporters appear many times in news broadcasts, and there is still some public influence.
What's more, there are such things as Mr. Turtle Sunzi in the unit-
"It's good to be alone." Qi Jin avoided the heavy things and waved goodbye with a shoulder bag on his shoulders, "I'll go first and come back in the afternoon."
The Provincial Library is located in the city center, not far from the TV station, two subway stops away.
Today is a working day, and it’s still working hours. The heat of the heat has reduced people’s desire to travel to a minimum. There were few visitors to the library, which was quieter than usual.
Due to the nature of her work, Qi Jin is a familiar face in the library and has a good relationship with several librarians. As soon as I saw him walking into the hall, one of the administrators, the aunt, held up a pair of black-rimmed glasses and greeted with a smile: "Comrade reporter, are you here to collect information today?"
He smiled and said, "Yes, but the information I'm looking for today is a bit different from before."
The auntie administrator asked curiously, "Oh? What kind of book are you looking for?"
"Introduction to animal totems is mainly about books related to birds. It is best to introduce basic knowledge and social sciences, but also ancient literature. I checked the Internet before and it seems that there are not many books related to animal culture."
"It's not much, but you can try to find it. Come with me." The aunt had a good impression of the young man and was happy to help.
The fourth floor of the north building of the library is where natural science and social science books are stored. There are basically no people at this time.
This building has a long history, and the windows are old-style square wooden windows that have not been refurbished. The reading room was poorly lit, especially in the depths of the room where the rows of bookshelves used to hold books on biology. Because it was still broad daylight, the fluorescent lights were not turned on, and there was only sunlight scattered across the aisle.
White dust floats where there is light.
Ceiling fans from some eras hang above the black wooden table, and the blades turn slowly and make a lazy hum. The dust stirred in.
Qi Jin actually likes the atmosphere similar to the old-fashioned teahouse, and the overly modern interior layout will break the strong cultural atmosphere. This place is suitable for a person to come, move a chair and sit quietly and read.
—If it’s in a movie, this is a good place to shoot an encounter.
Qi Jin suddenly had such an idea.
Strange thought.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, intent on focusing on his work.
"Books related to birds... I'll take a look." Auntie flipped through the list of books in the reading room on the fourth floor, and led Qi Jin to a row of bookshelves, "There is a book that introduces the symbolic meaning of birds in social customs. , you have to look for the specific grid, after all, not many people read animal-related books."
Just after saying that, I suddenly saw a man standing in front of the row of bookshelves, looking down at the books.
The passage between the bookshelves was narrow, and when the man saw the administrator leading him in, he stepped back slightly to the depths of the passage to facilitate their entry.
The aunt searched all the way according to the item number on the spine, and found that the book she was looking for was on the top shelf of the bookshelf.
She is small in stature and can reach up to the bottom of the book, but not enough to get it out.
Qi Jin was about to step forward to help, but the man who had been standing silently beside him reached out his hand, took the book from the shelf, and handed it to the manager's aunt.
"That's it, thank you." The aunt smiled, turned and handed the book to Qi Jin, "Comrade reporter, can you see if this book is useful?"
"It's useful, thank you." Qi Jin smiled.
The man had already lowered his head to read again, and when he heard the word "thank you", as if he was reacting to his voice, he suddenly turned his face to look at him.
Aware of the gaze cast by the other party, Qi Jin instinctively raised her head.
At the end of the aisle is a window, which faces the sun, which is the angle with the strongest light of the day.
Qi Jin felt that the sun was a bit dazzling for a moment, and frowned, and had to shorten the time that his eyes stayed on the other's face. The person in front of him was standing against the light, the outline of his face was diluted by a layer of pure white light behind him, and he couldn't see his appearance and expression at all - he just stared at him motionless.
Remembering that the other party took the book in his hand, Qi Jin smiled at him and thanked him politely, "Thank you too."
Hearing this, the man didn't answer, nodded slightly and then looked away.
"There are a few more books on the other row of bookshelves, come with me." The manager's aunt happily led Qi Jin to the next place.
"Excuse me." Qi Jin did not forget to add when he left.
The man still didn't speak.
The open page of the book in his hand had not moved for a long time, and the typeface smelled of ink under the hot ironing of the sun. It was not until Qi Jin and the administrator disappeared from the shelves, the reading room returned to silence, and the fingers on the pages moved again, closing the book silently.
On the way back to the work unit, Qi Yin received a midday greeting text message from Ning Xiaoxiao.
As one of the fans of the great god, the junior sister has been eagerly asking about the progress since she knew the cast list of the "Trap" crew. Regarding the matter that did not appear in the show that night at Tongquetai, Qi Jin just mentioned it in an understatement, without making a statement, and he didn't even say that someone took the place of Tongquetai to tell him the show.
As for the dry voice he had already recorded, for various reasons, he would not use this kind of hatred, let alone mention it.
In the three years he has been in the circle, he has witnessed several bloody scolding battles in the circle, and he does not want the crew to be a part of it and contribute to those posts.
Ning Xiaoxiao: The Great God didn't come that night because of something unexpected. Did the crew make another appointment later
Qi Jin: Well, the plan said she would make another appointment.
Ning Xiaoxiao: Can you find the time these days? That night, I have to accompany the armed police comrades and cannot audit. If you have an appointment in the near future, please sit in! Ask around! (You can see my sincere eyes = = +)
Qi Jin: I'm afraid it won't work in the near future, because I'll be out of town again tomorrow, and I'll go to Z city to collect materials. About a week or two.
Ning Xiaoxiao: Huh
Qi Jin: No way, work needs.
Ning Xiaoxiao paused the text message and called directly.
"Senior brother, if you go like this, don't you have to pretend to be dead for ten days and a half months? Although pretending to be dead is not something you can control..."
"It's really not something I can control." Qi Jin replied lightly. Not only in terms of time, but also the differences of opinion among the crew are not under his control.
Ning Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, her tone was lowered, and she didn't dare to say loudly: "I heard from other crews before that the Great God of Tongquetai seems to have a lot of activities usually, such as face-to-face, interviews, song clubs, etc., maybe It's not a good appointment. If he finds you during this time and you're not there, will the crew complain about your delay?"
Playing back what the girl said in the group in the later period in her mind, Qi Jin can basically confirm the answer: "Yes."
"Would they say it was because you played dead a lot?"
Junior Sister... You definitely have a trumpet lurking in the crew.
"Will they say that you don't cooperate with the Great God?"
Junior Sister... If you don't have a trumpet, then it would be a shame for you not to go to the National Intelligence Agency.
"Actually, I don't know the Great God himself, but his fans are scary. It's best not to let the crew reveal the news." Ning Xiaoxiao pinpointed the key points. Qi Jin thought carefully for three seconds, and felt that it would be better not to tell her that the crew was a die-hard fan of the Great God in the later stage.
"Don't worry, if the Great God blames him, I'll play cute with him." Qi Jin said calmly, ignoring the giggling sounds of a few passers-by girls around him.
Ning Xiaoxiao made a "poof" on the phone.
"Senior brother! Don't use your sexy MAX voice to say this seriously!"
"Actually, I'm very cute. If you don't believe me, listen to me. Meow~" He knew exactly where his junior sister's weakness was.
The laughter of several passerby girls changed from snickering to hilarious laughter, and began to increase in the direction of losing control. He felt that he would definitely be recorded on a certain Weibo by them today and reposted N times.
"Pfft, haha, bad, I hate that my phone can't record it! I want a recording! I want a ringtone!" Ning Xiaoxiao really got hit.
"Then you promise me one thing first." Qi Jin smiled slightly.
"Go ahead! I promise!"
Qi Jin took a deep breath and read into the microphone word by word, "No reminders during business trips."
Ning Xiaoxiao fell into a dead silence.
"Repent..."
"This service has not yet been activated."
"I'm so tired, I feel like I won't believe in cuteness anymore..."
Qi Jin nodded in satisfaction. It seems that I am not good at being cute, but there is still a certain success rate.