Under the double blow of having no way to ask for leave and suffering from Mu Cheng's ridicule, only Si Xiaoxia scratched his hair on the blank manuscript, which barely gave me some comfort. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Song Yu, do you think I'm not suitable for the entertainment section?" Si Xiaoxia bit the pen and held the camera to make a grimace at himself, and the click was one.

I said to her very sincerely, "No." ”

Si Xiaoxia opened a pair of big round eyes in surprise.

"You're just not fit for the news."

The grinding sound of the tip of the knife piercing into the flesh could be faintly heard, and Si Xiaoxia fell to his small table and slumped.

I couldn't bear it: "Why don't you try character interviews?" Series of articles, not afraid of timeliness, make an appointment in advance, it is not easy to go wrong. ”

"It's not a line with gossip, gossip! I'm going to dig up gossip! Si Xiaoxia banged on the table like chicken blood, and the rhythm was slightly rhythmic.

I said to her earnestly: "My sister used to be obsessed with gossip, but later I found out that most of the so-called gossip broke out by themselves, everyone in a circle, and there is a tacit understanding. Look at people's 'Jianghu Baixiao Network', there are enough capable people, and I haven't found out who the mother of the factory flower child is. No one really knows, it's just that everyone has a tacit understanding with each other. ”

Si Xiaoxia nodded desperately, her bright eyes shooting straight at me, longing for me to know something she didn't know with the experience of eating a few more years than her.

I shrugged my shoulders regretfully, and led to my theme idea by the way: "Gossip can only be called YY before it is recognized by the parties, and if it is recognized, it is called the truth. Isn't it a waste to say that you, a high-level intellectual with ideals, culture, connotation, and insight, bury yourself in a pile of gossip all day long? ”

"But don't you feel a sense of accomplishment when a gossip is dug up by yourself and then confirmed to be the truth?" Si Xiaoxia expounded his philosophy as devout as preaching a religious belief.

I feel that if I can elevate a hobby to an idea, it will be difficult for an outsider to say anything. Seeing her look like a chicken's blood, I reluctantly took on the job of helping her organize the materials, so that she had time to go to another colleague of ours, Qiu Zhenzhen, to discuss how to have a casual meal and go shopping and also bump into a big gossip. Qiu Zhenzhen's stage name is "The Laziest Man", and he is indeed a lazy person who is obsessed with travel and food, but unfortunately it is such inexplicable good luck, go to KFC to buy an 8 yuan breakfast package, and actually bump into a brawl, the protagonist of the brawl is actually a well-known screenwriter of a well-known studio and a little artist boyfriend who is said to have been deceived, and suddenly the 8 yuan became a big red envelope for Xuan Yongfeng, which made Qiu Zhenzhen's wallet instantly filled.

Although I have never understood why this well-known screenwriter and her little boyfriend would meet in such a people-friendly place as KFC, could it be that the big hidden in the city?

Qiu Zhenzhen's shit luck is too numerous to mention, so although she yearns for the travel and food page, she is always rejected and continues to squat on the entertainment page, I think it is really reasonable.

As for why Si Xiaoxia still insulated himself from gossip when he discussed with Qiu Zhenzhen three meals a day "three hundred and sixty-five days of gossip by chance", it really makes me very puzzled.

I took out my headphones and turned on Si Xiaoxia's voice recorder to see if I could pick out something from the pile of useless information that could fill in the corners of the layout.

The result of an afternoon of tossing was: not at all!

I looked at the blank manuscript on the side of my voice recorder in disbelief, scratching my hair habitually, and vaguely felt that the picture was somewhat familiar.

"Division-Small-Summer!" I roared angrily, and only after a while did I hear the ghost of the "ghost" eldest brother Yingjie and say to me like a ghost: "You are looking for Xiaoxia, what kind of card did the lazy person give her just now, and then she hurried out." ”

"Out?!" I stared at the thing in my hand and gritted my teeth: "She hasn't handed in her manuscript today, so she dares to go out?" In front of a capitalist like Xuan Yongfeng, even her niece and nephew who are close to her family didn't dare to delay the manuscript, she actually dared to go out without handing in the manuscript, did she think her life was too hard?

The ghost rubbed the newly grown stubble on his chin and analyzed: "I saw that Xiao Xia was full of ambition when he left, it seems that he received some inside information, and it will probably be a shocking gossip to deal with tomorrow's draft." ”

I expressed surprise: "Inside information? Shocking gossip? "It's her turn?

"No, but her recorder is still with me!" I unplugged the headphones and carefully confirmed that it was Si Xiaoxia's right, and there was a layer of velvet jacket wrapped outside, and I was not afraid of poor heat dissipation.

The ghost rubbed his beard's hand for a moment, stared at me for a few seconds, silently dragged his chair back to its original position, and then I heard a long sigh, which was a kind of sadness that the previous wave wanted to die on the beach, but unfortunately the latter wave was powerless.

I suddenly felt that I was a little exhausted recently, so I still went home early to chase "The Beast from the Stars", which is helpful for my physical and mental health, so I sorted out my things very calmly.

Until the phone rings the ringtone of TonightAndTheRestOfMyLife, and then if there is such a thing as crossing in the world, please let me go back to the moment when I saw Si Xiaoxia scratching her hair, I promise that no matter how much trauma I suffer in my soul, I will not find comfort in her!

The ancients always had all kinds of romantic thoughts about encounters under the moon, and I don't know if there is one of them like this.

Looking at the moon in the sky, the clouds are high, the gray-clothed girl sits on the wall, looking at her high heels with a frightened look as the heels of her high heels are immersed in a glass of red liquid by gravity, and three slender fingers are reflected on the arc of the transparent cup, trembling slightly.

I sat on the high wall, and for a moment I was in a daze, not knowing whether to jump off my left or right hand.

The other party obviously saw my hesitation, but his thoughts probably hadn't been straightened out yet, so he just said in a wooden voice: "Miss, your heel." ”

I paused for most of the day, and the line that stuck in my mind for a long time was: "No, it's your heel." "I deeply realized that I was a second-class person, and the key was that I couldn't help laughing, and this person at the bottom definitely thought I was a psychopath.

The man took a few steps closer, and the moonlight flowed on him, with an indescribable warmth, and his clear eyes seemed to be stunned for the first time in society, glowing with kindness and harmony.

"Miss, do you need help?" He spoke gentlemanly, probably because he thought it was dangerous for me to sit on the wall, or because he was afraid that my other heel would hit him on the head.

I nodded, and climbed down the wall very smoothly, hovering in my heart how to hand the recorder to Si Xiaoxia unconsciously.

Si Xiaoxia took the risk of Qiu Zhenzhen to participate in this non-public and ultra-hidden young marshal circle gathering, which is bound to keep a low profile and cannot be directly exposed, so that a few people who don't know how to really recognize Qiu Zhenzhen look like, and it will affect her delivery or hand over the two of us to the police station, which is not very good.

Then I naturally thought of my non-related cousin, Yan Yan, and naturally thought of her dear fiancé Han Nuo, and then I suddenly opened my mouth.

I straightened my hair, walked a few steps, and said to the handsome young man in front of me with a sincere face, "I'm here for my cousin-in-law." ”

"Cousin-in-law?" The young man had handsome short hair, a dark gray dress, and was in good spirits, and he was a little dazed after hearing this title.

I said, "Oh, his name is Hanno. ”

As a well-known and popular actor, plus a member of the board of directors of Shangyu, Han Nuo has such a swaggering target, I feel that the other party has a high probability of knowing.

"Oh, you said Arnold! Arnold is your cousin-in-law? The man looked at me with fervent delight, giving me the illusion that Arnoswassinger was my cousin-in-law.

I replied apprehensively, "Yes, yes, can you help me find him?" Glancing at the glass in his hand, he saw the heel of the shoe swaying violently inside.

The boy was quite enthusiastic, and a little more enthusiastic than I had imagined, and I hurriedly grabbed him and tried to drag me straight to the hall, and said awkwardly, "Wait a minute! ”

He looked at me puzzled, gentlemanly waiting for me to speak.

I coughed lightly twice, then looked at the heel of his cup, and reluctantly cushioned my feet: "I think it might be better for you to ask him to come out." ”

He looked at me with an apologetic look on his face that made me feel a little guilty.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think it through, you wait here, I'll go find Arnold." Then he hurried away.

I hurriedly took out my mobile phone, quickly dialed Si Xiaoxia's number, and said to her with a face: "Xiaoxia, hurry up to the garden." ”

The other end also hung up the phone immediately after determining the specific direction, and I could hear the strong wind blowing by the microphone at the moment when I finally hung up the phone. I think maybe next year's sports conference in the media industry can let Si Xiaoxia report for a sprint.

In the anxious waiting, I hurriedly pulled off the heel of the other high heel, and then I couldn't figure out if the sunny boy just dangled around with a glass of wine soaked in the heel, or did he already see that it was a pair of high-heeled flat shoes, and he happened to have a pair at home, and he was missing a heel?

But this is not scientific, he is a man, why do men want a high heel, what men need should be an inner height pad!

I thought wildly, I didn't realize that the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, it turned out that the elite young marshals also had the habit of walking and basking in the moon after they were full of wine and food.

The long wind passed, and at that moment it seemed as if time stood still, and I saw him again.

Tang Jiamo.