When Ye Zi sees those archaeological remains and unearthed objects, she always thinks of her when she was very young.
She remembered that every time she finished those dreams, she could always feel that the place where those stories happened was not far away from her.
It's just that I can't really find the specific location.
She used to wander around in Chengdu, the city where she grew up, walking from south to north or from east to west alone. She was searching hard, trying to find some traces of her dreams.
Maybe in some places, she can sense something, but she can't grasp it.
She just continued to wander around the city without boundaries.
Until one day she left the city, because she couldn't bear the confusion and pain caused by not being able to find it.
Are those stories, those things in dreams, just an illusion?
She often asks herself. Just some traces of smiles, and often make her full of hope.
For example, in Guanghan, a city not far from Chengdu, the unearthed Sanxingdui made her full of hope.
It's just that she was a little disappointed later.
Because there, she definitely perceived later, was not the place in her dream.
When she read about the Jinsha excavation in a magazine, she had the urge to go there. At that time, she was writing a manuscript about a child who was kidnapped and mutilated and turned into a begging tool. At that time, she was trying to conduct various interviews, hoping to gather a penetrating manuscript.
At that time, she was very confident and hoped that it would become another milestone work of her own.
She knows that she has a particularly strong sense of urgency, and she knows her problem.
Ye Zi also knows that some journalists are often too involved, and as a result, they are too exhausted in heart or mind, and finally cannot bear it, so they have to leave this industry. Some people are too utilitarian and secular. They always want to do things that are more effective and less invested, or opportunistic. Such people often fail to produce good works.
It's just that in this era, there are fewer and fewer works that really move people, and there are fewer and fewer things that are really made with heart.
So Ye Zi knows herself, because she is supported by that dream, her heart always has her own world, so she can enter and come out of reality, she has always been calm, because no matter how ugly the reality is, there is no such thing as a bloody place. The scariest scenes are ugly.
Since she can experience those things, how can she not bear the reality, what's more, the more people who have experienced extraordinary encounters, the more they hope that the reality will be better. Ye Zi knows that she hopes that the reality will be better!
She always remembers that in that distant ancient world, she used to make the most beautiful objects in the world every day. Those jade objects are so exquisite, so warm, smooth, and beautiful to the extreme!
When Ye Zi saw the Jinsha ruins, she decided to finish the manuscript in hand as soon as possible.
She worked overtime overnight, and finally submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief a week later. She still remembered what the editor-in-chief said when she submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief.
The name of the editor-in-chief is Zhou Zehou. Lao Zhou is a very good person. He has always encouraged everyone to let go of their thoughts and write thoughtful articles, and at the same time make the magazine a thoughtful magazine.
When Ye Zi submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, Lao Zhou said: "Ye Zi, you are working very hard. I thought you still had half a month to finish it. With your high efficiency, other comrades should learn from you."
"Old Comrade Zhou, thank you for your exaggeration. Other comrades don't need to learn from me. My efficiency is usually not very high. I am always used to doing what I want to do! This time, I paid in advance My own time. In other words, I have to freely control my own time for two weeks, or a month!" Ye Zi said with a smile.
Lao Zhou also laughed. He knows that people with creative thinking are unconstrained, and Comrade Ye Zi is not bad.
Once a reporter under him disappeared for two months without paying attention. The reporter just sent a text message to Lao Zhou two weeks after departure: "Old Zhou, I am enjoying the paradise on the other side of the Himalayas. It's about to shut down, thank you for your attention! Help me with the work, I will be on time in about two months!"
There was another subordinate who also disappeared suddenly in the summer. Three days later, he called Lao Zhou: "Old Zhou, I am watching lions in the African savannah. I think I need more fighting spirit in the city. I need to be like You often talk about the lion spirit in the jungle, don¡¯t you often say that the antelopes in the jungle have to learn to run from birth, and they must at least run past their companions, because those who run behind will be eaten.I think I must not be the last antelope, so after much deliberation, I think that if I want to be a lion, I will come to the grassland to see the lions, and when I go back, I must be the best employee.¡±
In Lao Zhou's subordinates, such colleagues abound, but after they came back, none of them seemed to be better, or everything remained the same! Just play when you want to play, and go to work when you go to work.
Asking them why, they said: "Oh, Lao Zhou, in this city, the era of petty bourgeoisie is popular now. Struggle is only a part of life, but it cannot replace petty bourgeois life, right? We have to get off work on time, we have to be on time Meet our girlfriends in a western restaurant, otherwise people will think we are not petty bourgeoisie, we have to listen to the music we have to listen to on weekends, otherwise what are we doing with so many vinyl records, right! So you say Automatically work overtime on weekends, and continue to work after work, it is really not suitable for our age!"
Old Zhou was speechless. He always thinks of lions, too. Reminds me of Hemingway's Lion. Think of the lion that the old man dreamed about.
Lao Zhou is in his fifties. Lao Zhou¡¯s hometown is in Lanzhou, Gansu. He wasted a lot of working time because he was assigned to a state-owned unit after graduating from university. He still remembers how much he wanted to create a great career. However, due to the relationship between the system, he was always unable to realize his ideal.
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