Pipi suddenly felt that being a reporter was not a very interesting career. They travelled like invisible gases in a variety of situations, just taking a few photos and leaving no traces. They also dealt with people of all kinds, and when the report was finished, they would no longer come and go. They seemed to be involved in a lot of things, but they had nothing to do with how things actually played out. A mouth, a pen, a lens - that was all a reporter was.
"Helan Jing," Wang Yan showed his invitation letter from his handbag. He greeted him. There was a trace of friendliness in his voice: "It's the first time I've gotten it so early. Su Cheng said that last time you stole his one. For the Tang Dynasty Yuma, today he will take revenge!"
Wang Wei's voice was very beautiful. It was a kind of soft, charming, childish voice. She used to be a broadcaster in high school, and she often reported the news. Perhaps because of the instinctive resentment, Pipi felt that her voice was a bit pretentious. Everything came easily to girls like Wang Wei. Good family, good grades, and good looks. From childhood to adulthood, she could pick and choose in all aspects of her life and it was her fate to be successful. In fact, Pipi was not completely discriminatory when it came to these things. For example, when it came to family history, achievements, and looks, Tian Xin was not bad. But she did not hate Tian Xin.
Somehow Pipi became lost to the gods as her mind began to swim with images of the past, of her and Jia Lin and their first love. The guests came one after another, all greeting one another. The staff member named Qian was busy checking the invitation letters, and she was alone in the corner. After a while, Wang Wei's boyfriend raised a cup to He Lanjing and said: "He Lan, this time you're looking again. What for? Won't you tell us?"
He Lanjing took off his windbreaker and handed it to the receptionist. He pointed his finger at his eyes: "How can I look for it? I can only listen. Don't you always like the work of Qianlong, rather than the ancient jade before Song? Why have your tastes changed this time?"
"The manufacturing process of Qianlong is of course good, but the style is not enough. I am now returning to the basics, I like the ancient things." Without much thought, he shook hands with Wang Hao, "My aunt also likes this stuff. Helan, I bought a good piece, why don't you take a look?"
After that, Wang Hao took a piece of ancient jade hanging from his handbag and handed it to him.