I'll just trust the female reporter. Mench invited her into the house. They didn't seem to welcome them either, even though they didn't know what was going on.

I said to the female reporter, "There's a fart."

The female reporter motioned for the photographer to turn on the camera.

Mench is back. When he came back, he still brought a book with the title "Home Appliance Repair Encyclopedia", and I asked him, "Didn't you go to the roof?" Why did you come back with this? ”

"It's boring to be on the roof," Mench said. When I was smoking, I suddenly remembered the radio at my house, and I always used it to listen to something when I was bored. But I didn't know how to get it, and I didn't want to spend money on it, so I went to the bookstore and got a copy of it. I'll see if I can pick up a little bit of rags and sell them now. ”

I said, "Oh. Just now, when the female reporter left, she said to me, 'No matter what, don't lose faith in people's hearts', what do you think of this sentence? ”

Menchi thought for a moment and said to me, "When I go to pick up the junks tomorrow, I will stop by the editorial office of that female reporter, and I will tell her in person."

I said, "Uh... As for it? Also, do you know where their editorial office is? ”

Mench said, "What about the camera fragments that Ban Yu just broke down?"

I pointed to the trash can and said, "Right there, in the trash can."

Mench went through the trash can and found a few pieces to look at. He held a patterned fragment and said, "Look, this is their editorial office, just talk to the taxi driver."

I said, "Uh...... Why do you have to go? ”

Menchi said: "Some things, if you hold them in your heart for too long, will suffocate to death."

Yes? What the heck? Is he going to make his anti-social theories public?

The next day. Mench woke me up before dawn, saying that it was too late for the editorial office to print the newspaper. I hurried out the door. Fell asleep in a taxi. I don't know how long it took for Mench to slap me before I woke up and got out of the car.

When we got out of the car, we happened to meet the female reporter, and I greeted her in a daze: "Hi good morning."

She said, "Good morning, is there anything you guys doing here?"

Mench said, "Did you turn in the recording of last night's recorder?" We're not here to destroy. ”

She said, "Not yet, it's about to be handed over now." Let's talk about it if you have something. ”

Mench said, "Okay."

We'll go inside. I whispered to Menqi, "You should be a little more restrained today, or we will have no return!"

Menchi also replied in a low voice: "Definitely, I'm ready to be beaten anyway."

I almost couldn't hold back the volume: "Hey you ......"

To be honest, I feel more and more that Mench is very impulsive, and although his theories are very rebellious to me, I hope he doesn't forget that even geniuses can be beaten to death by fools.

We followed the female reporter to the door of an office, and she knocked on the door and opened it immediately. There was a middle-aged man in the office, a little fat. The female reporter said to him: "Editor, these two are friends of the female singer in the female singer incident some time ago, and the recording I told you last night was recorded with them."

The editor said to us in a voice with a hint of kindness, "Well, do you have something to do here?"

Mench said: "I'm here to write my personal opinion on the female singer in the newspaper page, is that okay?"

The editor said, "Well, it's a bit of a strong man."

Mench said with a slight smugness: "We recorded this recording, so the owner of this recording is us, if you don't agree, I will take back the recording, of course, if you make the recording content into a TV show, I can sue you."

The editor's mood was clearly cloudy: "Well, you can't write too much."

Mench pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, handed it to the editor, and said, "Sorry, it's a bit long, but I'm not going to change it."

I walked behind the editor and looked at what was on the paper:

Home is a warm and beautiful cage.

The ship of the dreamer is not willing to live an ordinary life,

Break out of the warm shackles of home and go to the fierce sea of society to find the most beautiful island in your heart.

Home, still waiting behind for the return of a failed or successful ship.

Many boats were swept to the bottom by the great waves of reality,

They came home, crying and repenting.

At the same time, they have become a gale that mocks other ships.

There are also ships that continue to sail on the sea of ridicule with their mutilated bodies without complaint,

They believe they will find it

Because they long for such a life,

No matter how big the waves are ahead, they can only move forward,

Even if you sink to the bottom of the sea, you don't regret your decision,

Because they lived the life they wanted, dying without regrets!

It is also because many ships can only see the truly beautiful island when they are buried at the bottom of the sea.

Seeing Mench's writing, I can't make any comments. Because my theoretical strength is far inferior to his, I am not qualified.

The editor said, "Okay (handing the paper to the female reporter) you go to the typesetting office, and tomorrow's daily newspaper will have a little room to come out and publish this."

The female reporter said, "Okay."

Although I can't comment on this poem, I think Mench is too pompous and dramatic.

After leaving the newsroom, I asked Mench, "Is this necessary?"

Mench said, "I know it's unreasonable to you. I also knew I was just on a whim and with a fever in my head. ”

I said, "So what are you doing here?"

Mench said flirtatiously, "It's boring to be idle anyway." Find something to do. ”

I said, "You ......."

Later, we went to a discarded household appliance dump and looked at it for a long time, but we actually found a dilapidated old radio.

Mench carried it home with gusto, like a pet to him. But as soon as he got home, Menchi disemboweled his "pet" and agitated on the radio with a bunch of hardware gadgets while watching the book sit on the table. It really looks like a student.

Ban Yan was not at home, so it was just me and Dunxi who were in a daze for a long time. Suddenly there was music in the quiet room, and Toncy and I looked back to see that Mench had really made a sound out of the gadget.

In this way, we listened to music all day, and a radio station we listened to for hours.

In the evening, when I went to open the safe to check if there was any shortage of money, I found that we had lost a lot of money, more than 400 yuan more than planned. Out of the instinct of a poor man, I anxiously asked Donhey, "What about the money?"

Don Xi said: "In the morning, I saw Ban Yan digging around in the safe, it should be him." But today at noon I called him and he didn't answer. ”

I said, "Damn, this loser."

Mench said, "Cut, just lose a love affair and that's it, coward."

I said to Mench: "You have not experienced a broken love, you are not qualified to talk about him, say less."

Menqi said nonchalantly: "Anyway, he's not here, what are you afraid of?"