This story should be very appropriate as the penultimate story of "Soft, Chemical, Thing".

Although I don't know if I can make things clear, I can only say that I will do my best.

If you understand, I hope you can remember this great god with me.

I wrote this story just to show you that some people die in the eyes of others, but live in the eyes of others.

(This article is based on real news events, and the content is taken from my views and perceptions of news.) Authorization cannot be obtained because the person concerned is deceased. )

However, I follow the interpretation of the Copyright Law of the People's Republic of China, Article 22: In the following circumstances, the use of the work may be carried out without the permission of the copyright owner and without payment of remuneration to him, but the name of the author and the title of the work shall be indicated, and other rights enjoyed by the copyright owner in accordance with this law shall not be infringed. (2) For the purpose of introducing or commenting on a certain work or illustrating a certain issue, appropriately quoting the published works of others in the work.

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"It's funny, you wouldn't know. - In the Electric Light and Shadow"

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Sunday, May 8, 2011.

My name is Lu Qiao, a front-line reporter who runs errands.

I've written countless press releases, and of course none of those are what I want to write.

It is said that the bystanders are clear, and the authorities are confused.

Over the years, I have seen many forums saying that our reporters have become more and more bottomless in reporting news, although there are no rumors, but there is no restoration of the incident at all.

But I want to say that the whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, and I am sober.

After all, my job affects my mortgage and I have to secure my job.

But if you are not in this job, who knows which is more important, the job or the bottom line?

Obviously the former is more important, at least from my point of view.

I also don't want to write about unscrupulous news, but the truth is often bland.

When I was a child, I still liked to watch and approach science, and I figured out all the routines.

What's the difference between writing a press release? For example, in one episode, it is said that there are strange screams in a certain village every day in the middle of the night, and everyone is afraid to go out to watch it. I trembled and lost sleep until dawn, and interviewed a large number of elderly villagers. Legend has it that wild beasts infested the village and came to the village every night to make trouble. It makes people panic... In the end, it was said that it was a fat man in the village sleeping and snoring.

There's no way, in other words, if you approach science and turn this episode upside down, will anyone still watch it?

On Sunday, most of my colleagues were off. Only a small part is stationed, and today there is another interview. I was left in the office as a janitor, and time was always very pleasant on days when there was no news.

I bought a bottle of Master Kong's green tea, which is the kind of sweet and greasy green tea.

Playing with my phone in a shabby rocking chair in the office, one trip is an afternoon.

Until I clocked out after work, my wife and children went home to warm the kang head.

I probably didn't have the life to be a leader, did I? Because I know that the upper floor of my general office is the leader's office.

I also know that leaders are doing the same things almost every day as when I was resting.

It's just that the dilapidated rocking chair in the office has been replaced with a leather sofa.

The green tea of Master Kong in his hand was replaced with hot water to soak in Longjing.

I can't drink the tea made from those tea leaves, life is bitter enough, and I don't need another burden in my mouth.

Sometimes the leader will sigh happily to taste the sweetness, but I have always felt that what is the difference between this and the rock candy after Chinese medicine when I was a child?

By the way, the difference is that one is sick.