When he arrived at the community, Zhang Qingyan put Zhou Yuan down, said goodbye and turned around and left in his car. Looking at the taillights of the car that were leaving, Zhou Yuan smiled and shook his head, and then headed towards his home.

After taking a shower, Zhou Yuan was tidying up his things in the room. After coming back, he was busy rushing for manuscripts. Today he went to the teacher's house and had no time to clean his luggage.

This sorting took half an hour. When Zhou Yuan was about to throw a few of the changed clothes into the washing machine, he subconsciously touched his pocket and took out something from his pocket in a slight dazed.

"I forgot this." After taking it out, Zhou Yuan remembered the gadget he brought back. He stuffed it into his pocket and forgot it. After returning home, he didn't remember it. He didn't find it again until now.

Playing with this octahedral smaller than a fist, Zhou Yuanqing couldn't help but remembered the previous dream again, and today's discussion with his teacher about the origin of Sanxingdui culture.

Shaking his head and smiling, Zhou Yuan put it on the table and continued to do his own business.

On that night, Zhou Yuan had another strange dream, but this time the dream was different from the last time. In the dream, Zhou Yuan was in an empty place. He knelt with an ancient ritual, while another person sat in the same position opposite him.

Zhou Yuan didn't know who the other party was, and he couldn't see the other party's true face in a hazy way. He just vaguely felt that the person opposite him was an extremely familiar and close person, as if he was the master in the dream before, and also like himself in the dream.

The man was saying something to Zhou Yuan in a strange tone, but Zhou Yuan couldn't understand a single sentence. In a hazy way, he only knew what the man was talking to him. The sound that was in his ears kept echoing. I don't know how long it took, but there was a feeling of not understanding in his heart that he felt that he was not understanding gradually...

This dream lasted all night. When Zhou Yuan woke up from the dream, the figure of the man still appeared in his mind, and the voice of the man seemed to echo in his ears.

Zhou Yuan didn't know why he had such a strange dream, and he couldn't figure out what this dream actually represented. However, after getting up, Zhou Yuan quickly threw all this behind and started his new day.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he came to a CDB in the city, drove the car directly into the underground garage, locked the car and drove the elevator with a card, and soon arrived at the floor where the "Tianxia" magazine located on the 21st floor.

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?" As soon as I left the elevator door, a young and beautiful front desk lady stood up with a professional smile and asked.

Zhou Yuan had never seen her before, so he probably was the new front desk. After looking around, he didn't see the original front desk. He immediately asked casually: "Where is Xiao Dong? She is not here?"

"Xiao Dong? Are you looking for Dong Ling? She just walked away. Is there anything you have to do with her?" asked the new front desk directly.

Zhou Yuan smiled, took out the employee card from his pocket and hung it directly on his neck, pointed at it and said, "I won't look for her, I'm an employee here, look for Lao Wang." As he said that, he walked inside.

Before the new front desk could react, she saw Zhou Yuan walking past her. She quickly stepped forward two steps and was about to ask. At this time, Dong Ling, who had just left, happened to return from the office area. When she saw Zhou Yuan, she smiled and said hello.

Zhou Yuan nodded with Dong Ling with a smile, and then walked straight inside. At this time, the front desk lady just now confirmed that Zhou Yuan was from the company. After Zhou Yuan left, she couldn't help but ask Dong Ling quietly who this was.

"He? Zhou Yuan! A colleague in our club."

"Ah, you're really a colleague in the club? I thought he was pretending to be a fake one. I've never seen him before." The front desk lady stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.

"How could it be? He is an old man in the club, a good friend to our boss, an independent editor and reporter in the club, but he rarely comes here usually." Dong Ling said softly.

"At such a young age, he is an independent editor and reporter, and he is still a friend of the boss?" The front desk lady said in surprise.

"What? You little girl won't like someone else, right?" Seeing the girl at the front desk looking surprised, Dong Ling deliberately lowered her voice and whispered: "I secretly tell you that Zhou Yuan is not an ordinary person. The fifth diamond princess is the one. If you can get him, you will be postponed. However, there are many women in our club who are staring at him. Zhou Yuan is not polite to anyone, but in fact he has a high vision. Ordinary vulgar fans look down on him at all. But I think you might be able to try it. Maybe he is just as pure as you..."

"I'm going to die, I didn't think so, what are you talking nonsense?" The front desk lady suddenly blushed and gave Dong Ling a blank look. Dong Ling saw that she covered her mouth and laughed secretly. The two of them sat down behind the front desk again with a smile.

"Tianxia" magazine has not been founded for a long time, and its current scale is considered medium in the industry. However, due to the development in many aspects and the strong capital, it occupies a whole large floor here.

After entering, Zhou Yuan walked straight forward, and colleagues he knew him warmly greeted him along the way, and Zhou Yuan also responded to them with a smile.

Wang Wenyuan's office was at the bottom. Zhou Yuan walked directly to the door and happened to see Wang Wenyuan sending a guest out. When he saw Zhou Yuan, Wang Wenyuan immediately smiled and called him in and spoke.

"Drink tea or coffee?" Wang Wenyuan asked after entering the office.

"Come on a cup of coffee." Zhou Yuan walked to the sofa beside the window and sat down and said casually.

Wang Wenyuan turned on the coffee machine and asked while working, "What? I haven't recovered after two days of rest? In fact, there is still time, so there is no need to hurry up like this."

"Not this. I went to the teacher's house yesterday and came back a little late after drinking some wine. Today I got up early." As he said that, Zhou Yuan pointed to his head and made a helpless gesture.

Wang Wenyuan smiled and shook his head. At this time, the coffee was ready. He came over with the coffee. After Zhou Yuan took the coffee, Wang Wenyuan sat down directly opposite Zhou Yuan.

At this time, Zhou Yuan noticed that Wang Wenyuan was walking a little strange. He couldn't help but look at Wang Wenyuan's left leg. Seeing Zhou Yuan showing an inquiring look, Wang Wenyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I accidentally fell down the stairs the day before yesterday."

"Is it okay? Have you ever been to the hospital?" Zhou Yuan asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just twisted it and took some medicine to recover for a few days." Wang Wenyuan moved his legs and signaled that he was not seriously injured. He said with a smile: "I have read all the manuscripts. They are rich in content, have strong knowledge and fun, and are well written. I discussed it with Lao Liu, adjusted the plan, and planned to use this interview in Sanxingdui to make a three-period column. What do you think about this?"

The Lao Liu mentioned that he is the editor-in-chief of the club, and is actually responsible for the main editorial work of the club.

"You can do this, I'm fine." Zhou Yuan said without comment, but he asked curiously: "According to the manuscript I have compiled, if I do three columns, this article should be a bit insufficient? How do you and Lao Liu plan to solve this problem?"

"Isn't this simple?" Wang Wenyuan said with confidence: "I can communicate with Lao Liu. The main thing is to use your manuscript as the core, and then let other editors write some relevant information and information to fill in it. Didn't you get a lot of high-definition photos from Lao Zhang this time? These photos can be used completely, and there will be no problems in making columns."

Zhou Yuan nodded. Since Wang Wenyuan and Lao Liu had arranged these tasks, Wang Wenyuan and Lao Liu were experts in these specific tasks, and he did not interfere in this on weekdays.

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