One Can’t Judge by Appearance

In the morning, I drove Song Hai’s car to the TV station. When I got off the car, I saw a lot of fans holding light banners. These fans were wearing uniform support shirts, mostly men.

Sometimes when big-name celebrities come to accept visits or participate in shows, there will be such a grand occasion, which has long been no surprise. Yan Xi didn't look too much. When he walked in, he met Xiao Yang. The two chatted while waiting for the elevator.

"I heard that there is a crew coming to promote the movie today. The male and female protagonists are all top-notch names. They only started recording at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Fans came to guard at the door early in the morning." Xiao Yang felt a little distressed, "Wait from morning to afternoon, Those artists don’t necessarily pass by the gate to see what they do?"

"I want them to be happy," Yan Xi straightened out her stray hair. "This is probably a spiritual need. They enjoy the feeling of pursuing idols and the satisfaction of watching the artists grow slowly, as long as they don't Affecting life is actually quite good spiritual entertainment."

"You seem to make sense," Xiao Yang noticed that other people came over and stopped talking about the topic of artist fans. She smiled at Yan Xi and stopped talking.

The elevator door opened, and before Yan Xi and Xiao Yang entered, several people stepped forward to guard the elevator door, letting the woman wearing sunglasses go in.

Several of the assistant bodyguards surrounded the woman, dividing this woman and others into two worlds. She was aloof, while the others were all inconspicuous people. Xiao Yang felt a little bit guilty and didn't dare to walk in.

"Mr. Shen, hello." Yan Xi recognized that this woman was Shen Xingyan, a sister in the station, and took the initiative to say hello to her and pulled Xiao Yang into the elevator.

Shen Xingyan took off her sunglasses and smiled at her: "Hello, are you the host of Eight Channels, Yan Xi?" She remembered this girl who had met at the elevator door a few months ago.

"Yes," Yan Xi noticed that Shen Xingyan's bodyguard had pressed one more number, which was the floor where Batai was located. "Ms. Shen actually knew me. I was a little surprised."

"I have watched two episodes of the show, and the host is very good." Shen Xingyan looked at the young hostess. She was also at this age more than ten years ago. She was still doing the job of handing the host a microphone. Now she sees that she is tender and tender. The younger generation, there is a feeling that the years are killing pigs. No matter how well-maintained, the skin of nearly 40 years old is not as fresh and tender as young people. "Work hard, there will be more opportunities in the future."

"Thank you Teacher Shen." Yan Xi was taken aback for a moment, and she bowed slightly to Shen Xingyan.

Just as the elevator arrived, she respectfully said to Shen Xingyan: "Mr. Shen, the eight stations are here, goodbye."

"Yeah." Shen Xingyan nodded and waited for Yan Xi and Xiao Yang to get out of the elevator before putting on their sunglasses.

"Sister Shen," the assistant whispered in her ear, "This seems to be just the host of a small show?" What is it after a few days of being popular on the Internet, the current Internet celebrities are inferior to the meteors. Once the heat is over, who still remember? With Sister Shen's status, why is the celebrity host who even the National Channel wants to poach him so kind to a newcomer?

"Hosts are not big or small," Shen Xingyan said lightly, "If you have persistence and ideals, you deserve my respect."

For so many years, she has given up many principles, but when she sees a host like Yan Xi who really wants to do something, she has some respect in her heart. Although I don't know how long Yan Xi's heart can last, at least she now adheres to a certain principle.

The assistant understood the unfinished meaning of Shen Xingyan's words and did not dare to say more.

"Ah, ah, I should have taken a picture with Teacher Shen just now for such a good opportunity." Xiao Yang's heart hurts as if she has lost millions, why she was so persuaded just now that she didn't dare to say a word, "Xiaoyan, you It's really amazing. Even Teacher Shen knows you." It's no wonder she can only be behind the scenes, Xiaoyan can be the host. With her courage, she really wants to appear in front of the camera without becoming a stammer?

"What's so amazing?" Yan Xi squeezed Xiao Yang's hand. "My palms are all sweaty."

Xiao Yang took the opportunity to squeeze her hand, "I didn't feel the sweat, but my hand is so soft, you don't do housework at home?"

"Occasionally I still have to wash the dishes and mop the floor," Yan Xi patted her hand away, "Female pervert!"

"Do you occasionally do this once every five days, or once every half a month?"

Yan Xi is speechless, she looks so lazy?

"What kind of female pervert?" Chen Pei handed a report to Yan Xi, "This is the subject matter of the news report in the past two days. You can pick it yourself." Since the Komatsu Song incident and the firefighter show were successful, Yan Xi has been The program team has more and more say. Even Chen Pei doesn't force her to do which subject matter. Instead, she plans several ideas for Yan Xi to choose by herself.

Yan Xi looked through the information. There was a derailed man who had disappeared for ten years and returned from a serious illness. His ex-wife took care of him carefully. The husband ate, drank, and gambled, no matter how old or young at home, how the wife took good care of the paralyzed parents-in-law; Helping her husband raise an illegitimate child, how the illegitimate child is now going to make a living, went to a certain university, in order to collect his tuition, the original partner asked his child to give up his studies and fully support the illegitimate child's studies.

"What are these touching deeds," Yan Xi removed these from the materials and said with Chen Pei. "If we report these now, some old audiences may like it, but if we are put on the Internet, we will be more likely to be liked. The young man scolded."

"Our program viewers were originally positioned as the elderly group," Chen Pei persuaded, "Young people who watch these programs?"

Yan Xi shook his head: "Sister Chen, among these news materials, which one lives for herself, I look so tired for them." She does not force others to have the same values ​​as her, but asks her to praise this behavior. She also made a show to move more people. With her current strength, she can't do it.

"Let's take a look again, maybe there is more suitable." Yan Xi rummaged through a pile of materials and found a news material about the deliveryman saving a child. This material is very inconspicuous in a pile of materials, but Yan Xi has an idea.

"Sister Chen, why don't we contact this food delivery man and follow him for a day?" Yan Xi tried his best to persuade Chen Pei. "The audience of the show group is too old. We must appreciate this kind of hardworking young people very much. You can try to do a test of the water. If it succeeds, you can shoot cleaners, waiters, or teachers in the future. What do you think?"

Chen Pei doesn't quite agree with this point of view. Most of the people who order takeout are young people. Old people prefer to eat their own meals. They haven't been in contact with this kind of work. How can they be interested in this kind of show?

But seeing Yan Xi's eager expression, she nodded and agreed. Anyway, the food delivery guys are not sensitive subjects. They have even done the firefighter subject, so the food delivery guys are not a problem.

It’s not a big deal, it’s not a big problem.

Other stations racked their brains for ratings. Only such a small local station can be calm and enigmatic when faced with the ratings.

The program team quickly contacted the food delivery guy and made an appointment on the weekend, because Yan Xi just didn't have to host "Noon News" on this day.

After a preliminary understanding, Yan Xi realized that the food delivery staff had to get up before 6 o'clock in the morning and had to grab orders from their colleagues, instead of waiting for the store to allocate them.

She woke up hard in the morning and almost used the liquid foundation as a barrier cream when she was putting on makeup. Fortunately, she was very strict with her image in front of the camera, so she barely managed to cheer up.

Heaven is not beautiful, it is raining this day, and the rain is not small. When Yan Xi met the food delivery man named Zhou Qiang, the sky was still dark.

Zhou Qiang was very ordinary, with two dimples looming when he laughed, and he was very shy. He looked a little thin in the raincoat, and it was really difficult to connect him with the hero who saved the child.

"Don't be nervous, do what you usually do, and still do it today," Yan Xi saw that Zhou Qiang was a little nervous, and smiled comfortingly. "It's raining a bit today, so pay attention to safety when you get off the bike."

"Good." Zhou Qiang wiped his hands, grabbed a deal, and rode an electric bike into the rain.

Yan Xi and Zhao Peng quickly got in the car and followed him.

Sometimes Zhou Qiang would deliver several meals at the same time. In order to prevent the rain from getting the food wet, he deliberately packed the food box with a large leather bag, and delivered the meals to each family according to the route.

This kind of work is boring and boring. Zhao Peng followed the photo for a few hours. Zhou Qiang’s battery boxes were changed to two, and he didn’t get any interesting material. He took a sip of water and turned to look at Yan Xi. shoot?"

"Taking." She was originally not to take pictures of conflicts, but to take pictures of the daily life of a food delivery person.

"All right," Zhao Peng said, shaking his head, "I really don't understand what you young people think." The show is only interesting when there are conflicts. For example, encountering unsophisticated customers, or the store's attitude is not good. I didn't know that he followed all the way, the store was polite to the delivery, and the buyers who ordered the takeout were all kind of happily. Sometimes even if Zhou Qiang was a few minutes late, they didn't complain, instead they said that it was raining today and it was hard work.

If there is no conflict, there will be no topic. What program do you have if there is no topic?

At noon, Zhou Qiang invited them to eat at home. It was his new wife who was cooking. The house where the husband and wife lived was old and small, but it was very clean. In order to entertain Yan Xi and Zhao Peng, Zhou Qiang's wife took a two-hour leave at noon and cooked several dishes for them.

These dishes are not rare to Yan Xi, but they can feel their enthusiasm.

"Nothing good, I'm going to fry you one of my specialty dishes," Zhou Qiang washed his hands, and went to fry another dish on the table, greeted them to take a seat, "Come, sit down and sit down."

The table is a bit old and very clean.

Yan Xi noticed that his wife liked Zhou Qiang's specialty dish very much. Perhaps this specialty dish was originally fried for his wife. Zhao Peng took some shots of the husband and wife while eating.

After eating, Zhou Qiang did not have time to rest. He wiped his mouth and continued to grab the order and send it. It was like a tireless spinning top. When he got the order, he would be particularly satisfied.

After ten o'clock in the evening, although there were still many people ordering, Zhou Qiang did not grab any more orders. Instead, he rode home and bought a bag of fruits in the fruit shop by the way.

"After ten o'clock in the evening, many people like to order midnight snacks. Why don't you grab the order?"

"Don’t drive with fatigue. If something happens, the family will be worried." Zhou Qiang put the fruit in the leather bag and smiled embarrassedly. Well, she will be worried when it's too late."

Yan Xi smiled: "I can see that you love her very much."

"Whether to love or not," Zhou Qiang was a little uncomfortable with this nasty adjective. "She is following me, she is already suffering, I can't make her worry anymore. When we have enough savings in hand, we will go back to our hometown to start a small business. "

Yan Xi didn't ask him anything. They followed Zhou Qiang all the way to pick up his wife from work until they got home and said goodbye to them at the door.

When the door closed, Yan Xi saw that Zhao Peng had turned off the camera, "Brother Zhao, give the door a close-up."

This is a door with peeling paint, and the surrounding wall has peeled off, but there is a Chinese calligraphy "Fu" pasted in the middle. The background color of "Fu" is red and bright.

She took out her phone and took a picture of Fu, and when she got back in the car, she posted a circle of friends.

Yan Single Dog: This is love. 【With Picture】

I woke up from the hotel bed in the morning and found such a message. Yuan Yi's heart leaped, as if swallowing a big ice block, as if the wind was blowing in the cold. He touched his face, only to find that his fingertips were surprisingly cold.

Opening the address book, he dialed Yan Xi's number without thinking.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered the phone, but before he could speak, Yan Xi roared over.

"Yuan Xiaoer, how do you hate me?! Calling in the middle of the night?!"

Yuan Yi stared blankly at the sun outside the window, and suddenly returned to his senses. He was still on a business trip abroad, not at home.

I didn’t sleep well the first day, and was woken up at midnight the next day. Yan Xi didn’t care who the caller was. He was so angry that he could ignite a skyrocket. Kill!"

Yuan Yi was covering his ears that were almost deaf, thinking a little blankly, yes, why did he call him suddenly?

"I...I..." He suddenly had an idea, "I'm going back to China the day after tomorrow, just to ask if you have anything you want me to bring?" Yesterday he heard the assistant complain that relatives at home asked him to buy things, what lipsticks and what? Skin care products, various shades can drive people crazy.

"Big brother, you called in the middle of the night, is this just for this?" Yan Xi felt that she wanted to kneel for Yuan Yi, and rolled on the bed for several times before she suppressed the depression in her heart. "Nothing I want, I just want to. sleep."

Yuan Yi:...

"Then you go to sleep." As soon as Yuan Yi finished saying this, he heard that the other end of the phone couldn't wait to hang up.

My chest is so tight.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Wang dumbly remembered whose call he had received, but he couldn't remember a word of what he said.

Open the call log and see that the **** Yuan Xiaoer, he is abroad, so he doesn't treat the domestic night as midnight! But what did he say last night?

Yuan Yi stood in front of a beauty counter, his expression stiff and said, "Give me a set of lipstick."

"A set?" The shopping guide repeated it in a foreign language.

"Yes, all shades are required."

Zhang Wang said that making women happy is brand-name bags and brand-name jewelry, but he found it unreliable, and searched the Internet again, and found that the answer with the most likes was lipstick.

The respondent said that to make a woman happy, there is nothing that lipstick can't solve. If one doesn't work, it's a complete set, and there is always a color she likes.

I don't know if Yan Xi can pay attention to lipstick and ignore his behavior in waking her up last night. She always felt that she could run his feet with high heels if she didn't buy something and went back to apologize.

She hadn't done any excessive behavior in front of her, so why was he so scared? Could it be that the image of her smashing the gangster with high heels was too deep in his heart?

"Boss, Lingtang likes this brand of lipstick?" The assistant looked at this set of lipsticks and secretly calculated the price in his heart.

"Not for her, but for a friend of mine." Yuan Yi remembers that there are many female relatives in the assistant's house. "Does this lipstick like many young women?"

The assistant nodded: "Is it for my girlfriend?"

"What girlfriend?" Yuan Yi put the lipstick on the car seat, lowered his eyelids and said, "I don't want to coax women so much, just ordinary friends of the opposite sex."

Give lipstick to ordinary friends of the opposite sex? The assistant looked at the boss and stopped talking wittily.

Now that ordinary friends of the opposite **** are treated so well in front of the boss, what else can his assistant say?