The 10th anniversary celebration of Pujiang Evening News is being held.

The commended journalists walked up to the front desk to receive their awards.

A short, stocky middle-aged man sat in the corner, looking ahead, his face gloomy and uncertain.

"Yo, Editor Song, why are you sitting here?"

Someone came back from receiving the award and saw that the person in the corner had a bad face, so he pretended to be concerned and asked.

The editor of Na Song glanced at him: "Don't bother with you, it's quiet here, I don't have anything to do with the left and right, so I'll make way for you." ”

There was something self-deprecating about his words.

It's not too much to kill, he is also an old man in the newspaper, but he didn't expect this junior to let him go, so he simply sat down next to him and said, "I said Lao Song, you and Editor-in-Chief Lin are classmates, right?" ”

Editor-in-chief Lin is presenting awards on stage, and he is a position above others under one person in the newspaper. He is the same age as Song Wen, and he is 32 years old this year. Song Wen is short and fat, and his hair has a tendency to be bald, but Lin Haiyang is tall and handsome, and he has a good demeanor. The two have been classmates and neighbors since middle school, and later entered St. John's University together. After graduation, they were all hired to work as reporters at Pujiang Evening News. After ten years of working in the newspaper, Lin Haiyang became the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and won the trust of the president, his wife died the year before last, and it is said that the president Shi Wannian was planning to marry his only daughter Shi Cuiping to him. Compared with Song Wen, it has been too bland over the years, he was originally only a little shorter than Lin Haiyang, and after getting married, he gave birth to four children, two sons and two daughters, and others will praise him for good fortune when they see it. In the eyes of outsiders, it is a good fortune, but the whole family comes out to do things alone, to support his wife and four children, and has to subsidize his parents, there is no big achievement in ten years, just silently boiled up his qualifications, from a small reporter running all over the street to an editor, his body is fat, his head is bald, and he has lived from the newspaper to his home for ten years, compared with Lin Haiyang's prosperity, he is an old camel who has gone downhill after a long journey.

When the reporter asked, he nodded and said nothing.

They were classmates, and everyone in the newspaper knew that this person asked this question just to humiliate him.

Humiliate? He didn't care anymore. Working in the same place as Lin Haiyang, and the two families are so familiar, it is inevitable that people will compare each other, that is, the wives of the two families have to compare each other.

When Mrs. Song came back from shopping, she said, "You know, Mrs. Lin has bought a new mink." Oh, her diamond ring, old and bright, go to the department store and stretch out her hand, dazzling people's eyes. ”

"I grew up together since I was a child, and I have always been classmates, how can Lin Haiyang earn money, you have always relied on that dead salary, really, you can't die of hunger and can't eat, I see that the maids of Mrs. Yang's house upstairs are better dressed than me, really, useless is a scholar." No, Lin Haiyang is also a scholar, how can people have a way. ”

"Lin Haiyang, Lin Haiyang, if you see that he is good, discuss with Mrs. Lin to make him a little better, okay? Don't look at you like this, the mother of four children is like a dwarf winter melon, where are you compared to Mrs. Lin. ”

After being nagged by his wife for a long time, Song Wen couldn't help it, and ridiculed each other.

"I'm dying! You dare to say that I am a dwarf winter melon, and I don't look at my belly, I have become a watermelon! Hmph, don't say anything about anyone, if you can compare to Lin Haiyang's little finger, I won't nag you. ”

It wasn't until two years ago that Mrs. Lin suddenly fell ill and died. After returning from the funeral, Mrs. Song, who was like a dwarf winter melon, weakly pulled off her black silk gloves, hugged Mr. Song, who was also a watermelon, from behind, and her voice trembled: "Let's stop arguing, it's better to be alive, as soon as a person dies, there will be nothing left." What is the use of Mrs. Lin being young and beautiful, just a handful of loess. Fortunately, there are no children yet, if it falls into the hands of the stepmother, the poor will come. ”

Speaking of this, the tenderness she had just sprouted became fierce again: "You men, as the saying goes, if there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather, what if I have three long and two short, four children, hey, four, I am really miserable, I gave birth to four, my body is ruined, this belly and this waist, it is all your fault, Song asked me to tell you ......"

She turned around and saw that her husband had gone to the bathroom.

Editor Song sat on the toilet, didn't take off his pants, just sat like that, not moving.

The wife continued to nag in the living room, he couldn't help it, and pressed it viciously, and the water in the toilet was gurgling down.

"It's a long life, you don't need money for water, tell you how many times, and then rush it again, never pay attention to it, it's really not a family that doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are, you get the money from home every month, I break it in half and spend it."

Editor Song said in his heart: Where do you want to have three long and two short, you are so nagged every day, I am afraid that in two or three years you will have to sing the little widow to the grave, I will be troubled to death by you sooner or later, and I can't live this day.

"Editor Song, ...... you" The reporter's lips twitched, still saying something.

On the front rostrum, Editor-in-Chief Lin had already begun to speak.

Several newly recruited female reporters looked at him with excited eyes and adoration on their faces.

Song Wen stood up, and the reporter was still saying, "Editor Song......"

Song Wen turned to look at him, and wanted to say a word to shut your stinky mouth.

But he looked at the man's gushing appearance, looked at the personable editor-in-chief Lin on the stage, didn't say anything, and walked out with his feet up.

He walked out into the street, and the sun was shining brightly giving him a headache.

He felt a little dizzy and couldn't stand anymore, so he squatted in the corner and looked at the people who came and went.

Everyone walked in a hurry, wearing suits, cheongsams, cotton shirts, coarse cloth shorts, and those pulling foreign carts across, shoes with mille-feuille soles, and white uppers had long turned gray and yellow, stepping on the road, running up and smoking.

Song Wen sighed and walked aimlessly for a long time, and finally he found himself on an old side street, with a sign in front of him that read "When it is not cold", this name is a bit interesting, when it is cold and the weather is not cold. He was bored, so he walked in. Jingle a few times, and the bell hanging on the door rang. There are some old objects inside, bottles and cans, which turned out to be an antique shop.

"What do you want to buy, sir?"

The handsome young man at the counter asked.

Song Wen was stunned for a moment: "Ah, I don't buy ......"

"Then Mr. is here to sign a contract with Miss Ye?"

"Huh?"

Song Wen felt that there was something wrong with this store, I am afraid that it was not a serious store, if it could dig something out, it would be big news, so he hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, yes." ”

The young man stretched out his hand and said, "Then please go inside, Miss Ye is inside." ”

He looked at Song Wen, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But once this contract is signed, there is no possibility of renegotiance, otherwise it will be backlashed." ”

Song Men walked into the back room in a daze, and faced an extremely bewitching face.

"Hello sir, are you avenging yourself or ......"

The woman smiled lightly on her lips.

Song asked Nene, "Revenge?" Can you get revenge here? ”