Pei Yuchi walked through the corridor outside the TV station's studio. People were coming and going as always. Pei Yuchi nodded and smiled habitually. He had seen this scene so many times that it was as familiar as his own home.
Colleagues gathered in twos and threes in the corridor were still whispering to each other. Some reporters were chatting about the fresh moments they had just returned from the interview, and some had just returned from the interview with cameras, sweating profusely, and got back to work without having time to rest. In preparation for the next interview.
Some were gnawing bread while discussing tonight's program planning with their colleagues. They had no time to chew carefully, swallowed a few mouthfuls as quickly as possible, and then got back into the discussion.
Others ran all the way through the corridor in order to catch up with the live broadcast that was about to start. They had no time to pay attention to the greetings of colleagues around them and just walked quickly with manuscripts in their arms.
The entire corridor was filled with the sound of hurried footsteps and ear-splitting conversations. People came and went, with looks of hurry and rush on their faces. Everyone seemed to be working hard on their homework, but no one shouted "cUt".
They are all deeply involved in it, busy, but they seem to be at a loss. They are at a loss as to how long they will be busy, and they are at a loss as to how long the ratings and popularity behind them can be maintained.
The camera scanned every hurried face, which seemed to be full of fatigue, but also revealed a trace of enthusiasm and responsibility for work, just like the faces hidden behind impetuousness, calm and sincere mask.
This is the way for TV people to survive. Perhaps only this kind of busyness and running can dreams turn into butterflies in this industry, and passion can burn even hotter in this factory.
Under these familiar scenes, there is an undercurrent. More and more viewers are being lost, and everyone's efforts are not rewarded. Their enthusiasm for work is gradually being worn away by the cruel reality. Familiar working methods and ways of thinking no longer work, but where to seek change, there is no way to start.
The TV station was struggling in the whirlpool of transformation, and he could see the increasingly depressed looks in everyone's eyes. More and more colleagues will eventually have to leave the jobs they love and choose to start anew, even if the goal is a job that is not suitable, just in exchange for a slightly more stable life.
The ideals they pursued together eventually left them. Some people are at a loss in the torrent of the times, and some choose to compromise out of unspeakable helplessness.
Perhaps Pei Yuchi can see more clearly than many people the difficulties faced by the television industry and the times. There is no change, just waiting to be changed. He is unwilling and cannot bear to watch so many like-minded partners who do not take the initiative to embrace change and eventually fall victim to the times. He seems to have been prepared for it.
As a media person, as a young person of this generation, the responsibilities on my shoulders seem to have already caught up with the times.
How can the traditional media industry truly adapt to this era and give the era a more positive meaning and value?Let media people adopt a broader attitude to embrace the understanding of communication methods in the Internet era. This is an urgent question that needs to be answered at the moment.
This is the best of times and the worst of times.
However, the road to change is fraught with thorns. It will be a difficult game to find a new path for sustainable development and allow traditional media to find a foothold in the bubble era.
Pei Yuchi pushed open the office door, and a familiar breath hit his face. He felt a little disappointed, it turned out that he had been away from here for a long time.
At a glance, a table full of flowers comes into view. He read the messages one by one, and the audience's concern and expectations were reflected between the lines. He felt warm and a little reluctant.
He felt that he only stayed in the audience's life for such a short time, but he received such sincere emotional feedback. The audience's enthusiasm comes from their trust and expectation in the host. The host's mission is not only to entertain the audience for a while, but also to give them meaningful touch, knowledge, and even enlightenment.
The host should give the audience more truly valuable gains on this broad platform. Use your own influence to convey knowledge and positive energy, so that the audience's vision will be broader and their hearts will be richer. This power must be used rationally. To make a difference and pursue something, this is exactly the attitude and pursuit that a host should have.
Just as he was immersed in these mixed thoughts, Xiaoqian lightly clicked on the door frame and brought in a bowl of hot soup.
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Pei Yuchi raised his head from his thoughts and saw Xiaoqian's shy and expectant expression. He knew that Xiaoqian always had some special treatment for him. On weekdays, he was only responsible for the makeup and hair of other hosts, but he was the only one who took care of himself from head to toe. His clothes, ties, and shoes were always well taken care of. Be well organized.
As his makeup artist, Xiaoqian has always been dedicated to herself. When she was hospitalized this time, she also knew that she was not suitable for a special visit, so she could only quietly inquire about the news and learned that he was back for a meeting today. I made this bowl of stomach-nourishing soup at home in advance, which was really a good idea.
Xiaoqian held the bowl of hot soup and stood by the door hesitating, as if she wanted to say something, but finally walked in silently.
Xiaoqian asked tentatively: "Teacher Pei, have you been feeling better these days?"
Pei Yuchi nodded, Xiaoqian seemed relieved and continued. : "That's good, you take a good rest... I heard that you were coming to a meeting, so I cooked this bowl of gorgon fruit and fragrant taro soup at home. This is especially good for the stomach..." Her voice became softer and softer, for fear of offending She couldn't help but want to do something for him.
"Thank you! I will drink it all." Pei Yuchi replied. He understood Xiaoqian's good intentions and her emotions, but the alienation he had always maintained seemed to have become a habit, making him unable toBreak easily.
Xiaoqian felt sad when she heard the alienation in Pei Yuchi's tone, but she still pretended to be cheerful and said: "Then just eat slowly, I won't disturb you... you Remember to rest more and take good care of yourself."
After that, Xiaoqian was about to leave the office when Pei Yuchi stopped her and said, "Xiaoqian, that bottle of stomach I put in the dressing room before. "Where's the medicine?"
Xiaoqian thought for a moment and said, "I took the medicine back to the dressing room after that day, but I haven't seen it much in the past few days. What's wrong?"
After taking the stomach medicine that day, Pei Yuchi felt different from usual. Instead, the pain became more severe, which aroused his suspicion. However, the personnel in the dressing room change frequently every day, and it seems impossible to find out the truth. So he decided it was better to be careful.
Then he whispered to Xiaoqian: "The bottle of medicine is no longer needed, please help me get rid of it." He could not see anything strange in Xiaoqian's eyes, and added in a gentle tone: " I will continue to rest and recuperate during this period, so you don’t have to arrange for me when you are on duty."
Pei Yuchi had a vague feeling that someone was deliberately harming him, but there was insufficient evidence at the moment, so he decided to keep a low profile and not do anything. Escalate the seriousness of the matter. He believes time will tell in the end.
Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had to rest for a while and would not appear in public during this period.
She tried hard to hide the disappointment in her heart and forced a smile: "Oh, well, I will clean and organize your clothes. I guess I haven't seen you for a long time..."
Pei Yuchi smiled at Xiaoqian. Seeing tears in Xiaoqian's eyes, he couldn't help but feel sad. He understood Xiaoqian's kindness and her emotions, but he had always maintained Alienation seems to have become a habit that he cannot easily break.
"If you want to eat or need help, just tell me...I can go over and cook it for you..." Xiaoqian's voice became softer and softer, and in the end it was almost inaudible. She knew that her move was too reckless, for fear of violating Pei Yuchi's boundaries, but she couldn't help but want to do something for him, even if it was making him soup, it was better than just watching him from a distance.
Pei Yuchi stared at her earnest eyes and said, "Xiaoqian, work hard and don't think about it!" He understood Xiaoqian's thoughts, and every word Xiaoqian said was stuck in his throat. He knew that this would only make Xiaoqian more disappointed, but he had no other choice.
He must choose to be cruel in order to prevent Xiaoqian from falling deeper into the trap. At this time, the best way to protect her is to not give her hope.
Xiaoqian stood there, as if she wanted to say something, but finally withdrew silently. Her eyes were full of sincerity and reluctance, but she couldn't help but show a hint of loss. She was so diligent, but he was still the same as before.
The only ones left in the office were Pei Yuchi and his complicated thoughts. He ate the soup in one mouthful and felt that his body was gradually recovering.A bit warm, but for some reason, there was a bit of sadness in his heart. In this short time, he seemed to have caught something, and seemed to have lost something.