Tong Jizhou suddenly felt that the fish in his mouth was not fragrant.

His family spent a lot of effort to get him to the provincial newspaper for an internship, and if he couldn't get a regular after the internship period, his future as a journalist would be hopeless.

But people just don't agree to report, what can be done?

Song Ci looked at his wilted appearance, and felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye than the frivolous appearance just now, and reached out to him to ask for a notebook.

"I'll see what you've written. ”

Tong Jizhou let go weakly, and broke the can and let her go.

Li Shengnan glared at his daughter disapprovingly, and the next second he was scolded with a colorful text in front of him.

Song Ci couldn't help but say happily:

"Mom, look, is this what I wrote?"

This is too exaggerated, it's almost like staring at someone who is pregnant.

Tong Jizhou was laughed so hard that his ears were blood-red, and his heart was full of frustration.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work? The subtle ideas, good words and sentences that he recorded so carefully were actually treated as jokes?

Li Shengnan subconsciously fixed his eyes and took a look, and then looked at the koi marked with a red pen in a dream, the room was full of glow when he was born, and the strange fragrance hit people, his eyebrows subconsciously raised, and he pushed the book away.

Is this to engage in feudal superstition? Dare to love her for giving birth to a flower dew at that time?

Song Ci continued to watch happily, and snorted twice from time to time.

If it weren't for the family's fear of unstable income as a writer, he would not have become a journalist.

What's so good about being a journalist?

Running around in the news every day, dealing with the three religions and nine streams, and the manuscripts written by Bala with great effort have to be picked and beaten back by the editor-in-chief, they are all his own children!

Maybe it's time for him to think about changing careers.

But what can he do?

He loved writing since he was a child, and he wanted his words to be recognized by readers.

"Well, it's actually well written, with a very personal touch. You know, individuality is important, and uniformity can only cause aesthetic fatigue......"

Song Ci comforted with difficulty.

Tong Jizhou lowered his head, and his eyes began to heat up again.

Why is it disliked that it is useless, and it is not given a chance to see people in the open!

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, Tong Jizhou sniffed, lowered his head vigorously and squeezed out the water in his eyes, lowered his head and did not speak, and waited for his eyelashes to dry.

Song Ci's hahaha stopped abruptly, looked at him with some uneasiness, and then gently closed the notebook with great personal characteristics and slowly pushed it in front of him.

She was afraid that this poor little child, who was emotionally delicate and sensitive, would cry.

Song Ci begged for help to look at her parents, and Li Shengnan stuffed her with a mouthful of fish meat that picked out the thorns, telling her to talk less.

Song Chunan patted the young man on the shoulder and asked him:

"You just say that what I write doesn't meet the public's aesthetics, and it's only suitable for self-entertainment. The editor-in-chief often scolds me like this, and I'm used to hearing it. ”

Song Ci was dumb all of a sudden.

I can't say that your editor-in-chief is very discerning and hits the nail on the head, right?

Therefore, you can't mingle with people at the wine table like other excellent senior colleagues, and the news will be set out after eating and drinking.

Song Ci looked at the little reporter who was even more depressed, expressed deep sympathy, and then opened his mouth to take another bite of rice, fragrant!

Song Miao next to her seemed to have pity, and whispered:

"Would you like to drink two cups?"

Tong Jizhou's voice was even more aggrieved:

"I'm drunk when I get drunk. ”

Why does this man look at people like this? It's weird. You won't be poked in the sore spot and want to hit her, right?

Brother Song pulled the eldest sister behind her, and she deliberately got up to clip the sauce-flavored eggplant that was far away, blocking the impolite sight of the guests.

Tong Jizhou didn't restrain at all, and his eyes were still staring straight in Song Miao's direction.

"I am born to be useful, this road does not work, so I will go another way, why hang myself from a tree?"

Tong Jizhou raised his head suddenly, revealing a pair of red rabbit eyes, staring straight at her.

Song Miao was stared at uncomfortably.

Yu Aihong's face sank, and she was about to slap her chopsticks, but was stopped by Song Chunsheng.

He observed carefully, and at a glance he could see that the reckless young man was distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were not focused at all.

Song Ci felt that the cause of this unpleasantness was her, and she had to be responsible for making up for it, so she swallowed the food in her mouth, and said quickly before her mother fed her another mouthful of fish:

"That's right, people move dead trees to live, and a different path may be more suitable for you. You can also try to be your own boss and run an entertainment newspaper. ”

Song Ci was sealed by the food again.