Chapter Nineteen (Part Two)

  I pushed open the door of the broadcasting room with a complicated mood, and took a glance. Qin Mo was sitting in a chair looking over the interview outline, while Jiang Tian wore a sky blue cheongsam dress, leaning against the armrest of Qin Mo's chair, slightly bending her waist to point at the outline and say something. Both of them were very serious and didn't notice me at all.

  I leaned against the wall for a while, then looked at my phone and found that six minutes and thirty seconds had passed. Jiang Tian was able to ramble on in front of the camera for such a long time without Qin Mo looking up, which shows that her ability to talk nonsense in front of the camera is far superior to mine, so I don't need to worry about her at all. After thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing I could teach her, and at most, I would go up to her before the show started recording and say a few auspicious words filled with love to wish her well, but this wasn't necessary either.

  Just as I turned around and pushed the door, a low male voice suddenly sounded from the corner beside me: "Yan Song?"

  I was startled, steadied myself, and looked up in the direction of the sound. I found a stranger wearing a white sports suit standing against the wall in the corner. The sports suit was so white that it almost blended with the wall, making it difficult to distinguish.

  I filtered through my memories and confirmed that I had never seen this person before, hesitantly asking: "Who are you?"

  He pointed to the wall with his finger and said, "The sound of music from next door is the new one, Song Yan." After finishing, he drew a reverse stroke: "Your name spelled backwards is my name, but you are 'Yan Ru Yu' in 'the book has its own jade', I am 'Yan' in 'a sound of ice and iron scattered in Yan Valley'."

  I looked ignorant.

  He thought for a moment: "It's that 'Long sky and distant water, accumulated fog and misty gate' poem. Song Dynasty poem."

  His face showed expectation, but I still didn't understand, and after his explanation, I became even more confused. This is the painful part of conversing with a genius - although you're using the same language, they always manage to make you feel like there's a communication barrier, until both parties are left in a state of mutual bewilderment.

  The staff had already begun to clean up, and Jiang Tian estimated that she had gone to reapply her makeup for the last time before recording. Qin Mo was sitting there playing with his phone, and I opened the door to let Song Yan go out first. As soon as I stepped out of the studio, my phone's text message alert sounded immediately, and my phone was almost out of battery, but I managed to read the entire message, which was from Qin Mo and consisted of eleven words: "Was it you who did the planning? It's not bad." My first reaction was that he had sent the wrong message, and after thinking for a while, I realized that he was probably talking about his interview plan. I was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, my heart felt a little excited. On MSN, I chatted with Zheng Mingming several times, and according to her description, her cousin Qin Mo was someone who was lenient with himself but strict with others, and rarely praised others. She had lived for over 20 years and had only heard Qin Mo praise two people: Du Fu and... Du Zimei. Although she had grown up abroad and hadn't studied Chinese literature, this opinion couldn't be easily forgiven, because in today's era of widespread Baidu searches, with just a simple search, one could discover that Du Fu, also known as Du Gongbu or Du Jieyuan, was a great realistic poet of the Tang Dynasty...

  Song Yan, who was following behind me, stopped me and said: "I don't know if I can exchange hosting skills with you, Cai Hong. I've watched many of your shows before and I really like your hosting style."

  "My hosting style is that I don't have a style, just then Yuke came out of the office, saw me, and waved. I apologized: "It's not very convenient now, there are still some things, sorry about that, let's do it another day." while hastily running over."

  Since the launch of the Academic Wide-Angle Column, it finally welcomed its first full attendance in history today, and it wasn't even forced by the leader. It's truly a rare and precious thing. Many students from other column groups also came to visit and exchange ideas, including beautiful anchors from various columns, making the office a gathering place for talents.

  I and Yue Lai were struggling to move forward in the office, I said: "What's going on?"

  Yue Lai spread his hands and said: "The four golden flowers in the hall, two of them are from the Architecture Department, I heard they came to ask Master Qin for an autograph. The other two, I don't know what they're doing here. Those men probably came to see the golden flowers. The rest are probably ordinary people who don't know the truth. Looking at everyone rushing to our office today, they thought it was a pre-issued bonus."

  I looked around and said, "Since you can't afford to take them, why don't you just leave?"

  Yue Lai sighed: "This is already half of the lineup after walking. Can't afford to lead, not even excited to see the excitement."

  I was speechless and said: "It seems like it's none of my business either, so I'll leave first."

  She pulled me: "Wait, this is the material you wanted last time, I helped you find it out. You take a look at which ones to keep on file, and then I'll go copy them. This material is not easy to borrow, and I have to return it before school is over."

  I reluctantly took over the large pile of materials and sat down beside her, finding calm in the midst of noise, slowly flipping through them.

  A pile of materials had been flipped through for over an hour, and the usually familiar Jin Hua was getting too bored from waiting. He poked his head out and struck up a conversation with me: "Hey, Yan Song, why are you behind the scenes this time? Aren't you always the host of your segment?"

  I was about to speak, but Chen Ying across from me took the lead and said: "Master Qin is someone Jiang Tian invited over. Our boss thought that since they're more familiar with each other, the show might turn out better, so he replaced Yan Song with him."

  Jinhua looked at me with a questioning gaze, covering her mouth with her hand and whispering: "Was that post on BBS really true?"

  I was also infected by her and whispered: "It shouldn't be true..."

  Chen Ying smiled ambiguously and said to Jin Hua, "Wait for Jiang Tian to come out and ask her, you'll know. That day, someone hit the ball at Jiang Tian, fortunately, Master Qin was quick-witted and helped Jiang Tian block it..." After finishing, she glanced at me. I dryly laughed and secretly wondered if Yue Lai had recently offended her again on a large scale, and unfortunately, I was implicated.

  Jin Hua said regretfully: "I was quite concerned about Master Qin before, and I always thought he liked intellectual beauties. It turns out he likes that cute type."

  I said: "Actually this thing..."

  The office door was suddenly pushed open, and the over 50 square meters of space fell silent. I quickly lowered my voice and turned around to see Qin Mo standing at the door, who should have been recording a program in the broadcast room. Seeing me, he let out a sigh of relief: "Your phone is off? Lang Lang called to say that he wants to eat dumplings tonight, but I still have things to deal with and will probably be late getting back. Can you pick up a kilogram of dumpling wrappers from that noodle shop on the way home?" He then remembered something, took a few steps closer, and pulled out a small plastic bag: "You forgot your medicine when you left this morning. If you don't keep taking it, your face will probably swell up and be disfigured."

  I stared blankly at the medicine in his hand, and he put the plastic bag in my hand, with a smile in his eyes, saying: "You still need to be reminded to take your medicine like a child." Someone around us took a deep breath, and he really drew out my inner voice. In this situation, I couldn't help but want to take a deep breath too.

  Qin Mo had a windbreaker draped over his arm, and he looked at the sister who was taking a deep breath with an expressionless face. The sister immediately took another deep breath, and the crowd around them all lowered their heads, pretending to be busy, even the four golden flowers casually grabbed a few newspapers and pretended to study the advertisements on them. He acted as if no one was there, continuing to say: "Just put the good dumpling wrappers somewhere, I'll wrap them, my dumplings are wrapped pretty well."

  I suddenly felt very embarrassed and didn't dare to look up to observe the crowd's reaction, I could only nod randomly.

  Qin Mo didn't say anything else, and before leaving, he asked me to confirm: "Your office has water, right? Can take medicine?" I hastily said: "Yes, yes." All the way sending him out of the office door. As a result, as soon as we walked out of the door, we ran into Jiang Tian who was hurrying over with quick steps.

  This situation is just like a math problem. Qin Mo and Jiang Tian are walking towards each other, with Qin Mo walking 60 meters per minute and Jiang Tian running 300 meters per minute. The distance between them is 30 meters. How many seconds will it take for them to meet (accurate to one decimal place)? After careful calculation, 5.0 seconds later, Jiang Tian ran up to Qin Mo, panting slightly, and said softly: "Teacher Qin, why did you leave as soon as the show was recorded? My dad asked me to tell you that he doesn't know if you're free on Sunday, please come to our house to play."

  Qin Mo looked like he was reviewing his schedule, glanced back for two seconds and said: "I have a meeting on Sunday, thank your father for me, maybe next time."

  Jiang Tian's face fell in disappointment, then suddenly flushed red as she whispered, "I wonder when Teacher Qin will be free?"

  My heart felt like it was being grasped by something, and I had the illusion that I suddenly turned into a wooden stake. An axe chopped down, and I immediately collapsed with a loud crash. The feeling of collapse grew stronger and stronger, so I said: "I'll go back first."

  Qin Mo glanced at me and grasped my hand: "Stay with me for a little while longer."

  Jiang Tian's materials suddenly fell to the ground with a loud "thud". The sudden noise in the empty space almost made me jump up. She seemed to have been startled awake, immediately squatted down to pick them up, and when she stood up, her face turned pale, saying: "Teacher Qin..."

  Just as the theme idea was about to be clearly expressed, it was interrupted by Qin Mo. He stood under the sun at three or four o'clock in the afternoon and said faintly, "Goodbye, see you later."

  And as I was driving Qin Mo to the parking lot, I couldn't help but think about what Jiang Tian wanted to express with that sentence that Qin Mo interrupted. Many personalized lines flashed through my mind, and in the end, only one sentence was etched in my heart: "Qin teacher, I have..." I thought anxiously for a long time, and before he got out of the car, I finally gathered the courage to ask: "You and Jiang Tian are... that kind of relationship?"

  Qin Mochen was taken aback: "Who is Jiang Tian?"

  I made a gesture: "Just now, you interrupted someone. Maybe it was an important sentence, like..." At this point, I suddenly realized that my tone was not right and immediately shut my mouth tight.

  He leaned against the car door, with a hint of a smile, and asked: "For example?"

  I said: "Ah, today's weather is great, let's buy a catty of dumpling wrappers tonight."

  He pulled me up and asked insistently: "For example?"

  For a moment all sorts of thoughts floated into my mind, I gritted my teeth: "Qin Mo, I've got it."

  He stared at me in a daze and exclaimed: "I clearly..."

  "Huh?"

  His face changed several times, he swiftly wrapped his arms around me in one second and pressed me tightly against the car door in the next. He said: "Whose?"

  And I finally reacted, speechless for a moment, pushing him while saying: "That's not what I said, you're the one who asked me to give an example, so I gave you an example."

  Qin Mo didn't say a word, just staring at me. I felt a chill run down my spine under his gaze and involuntarily lowered my voice to say, "I didn't, I really didn't." After saying those two sentences, I suddenly despised myself in my heart - what did he have to do with me anyway? Why was I so cowardly? Who had I provoked?

  Qin Mo rested his head on my shoulder: "Don't make this kind of joke again in the future."

  After he finished speaking, I stared blankly as Zhou Yueyue and He Dashao walked down from a car on the opposite side. Zhou Yueyue's mouth was agape: "Wow, Song Song, you guys are so intense."

  I think, life, you really are unpredictable.

  The author has something to say: This Saturday and Sunday I will go for training, maybe can't update on Sunday... Recently very busy, but as soon as I find time, I am writing, so please everyone understand. Wishing all the sisters a happy International Women's Day in advance.

  It's been so many chapters of happiness, maybe... it's time for some suffering again...