Song Wen walked to the mouth of the alley and saw several women washing vegetables around the faucet, and saw him come over and greet him: "Editor Song has always come more accurately than clocks and watches, and he walks here at six o'clock every day." ”

"That's it, that's it, it's very accurate, oh, my Lao Huang would be so punctual every day."

Mrs. Huang said that she was envious, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows showed the boss's disapproval.

Her husband works in a foreign bank, he is very able to earn money, he is busy with all kinds of entertainment every day, and he rarely goes home on time, so the person who goes home obediently does not have enough salary to support his family in a month, so there is nothing to envy.

Song Wen said hello, hurriedly walked to his house with his briefcase, and from behind, he fled like a dog with a tail.

His family lived quite well, a bedroom downstairs, the hall next to the kitchen, an upstairs bedroom and his study, before he reached the door, he heard his little son crying desperately, he didn't know what to mutter, Mrs. Song's sad voice came: "Don't eat it, all starve to death." ”

Song Wen's footsteps stopped suddenly, if he was usual, he would have walked in quickly, picked up his little son, took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face, and then let him blow his nose heavily, and then scolded his wife for not doing this well. But now, he just wants to get away with it, get away from it all completely. He turned and walked away, as if someone was chasing him.

Walking to the alley again, the wives chased after him and asked, "Hey, why is Mr. Song going out again?" ”

"Oh, I just thought there was a reception, I had to go."

He hurried his steps.

When he walked away, Mrs. Huang put down the chicken feather vegetables in her hand and said with a smile: "Oh, the sun is really coming out of the west, and this editor Song who can't move to and from work on time actually has a party today." ”

"Yes, yes, this man was abolished without socializing, it's okay, Mr. Song is still young, not a waste."

Song Wen wandered aimlessly on the street, the wonton stall on the side of the road emitted a tempting smell, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, sat down at the small table, held the briefcase in his arms, and shouted to the stall owner: "Wonton noodles, come to a bowl, order chili oil." ”

The man agreed, and the big spoon stirred the wontons in the pot to make a Caracalla sound.

Two people sat down not far from him and also beckoned, "Two bowls of wonton noodles." ”

One person said, "A bowl without coriander." ”

Song Wen squinted and looked at it, the man who didn't put coriander looked like he was in his 20s, with a dark face, a shaved scalp and a blue scalp, wearing a gown of fragrant cloud yarn, bulging behind the gown blown by the evening breeze, driving in the wind, he didn't look like a good person at first glance, and the one next to him was wearing a long shirt and myopia glasses, like a teacher. The combination of these two sitting together is really kind of amazing.

"Well, those people have learned their lesson, you can rest assured."

Xiangyunsha said.

The man who looked like a teacher sighed and said, "Thank you very much, it's just that I've been a little short of money lately, and I'll give you the rest of the money at the end of the month." ”

"Haha, it's okay, don't worry, we're professional in helping people take revenge, and we're not bullied, if you're good to talk, we're good at talking."

The man patted his chest and was full of pride.

Mr. Teaching said in a low voice: "I can't meet with you anymore, I'm afraid that the dean of academic affairs or other colleagues will be suspicious when they encounter it, so you give me an address, and I will send the rest of the money over." ”

Xiangyunsha said an address, and the man said, "You wait a minute, I'll write it down." As he spoke, he pulled out a fountain pen from the long cedar.

So Xiangyunsha said it carefully, and the man wrote down the address in the palm of his hand.

Song Wen heard it clearly on the side, and said in his heart that this person was also helping people take revenge.

"You hit hard enough this time, right? In fact, you don't have to worry at all, your academic director will lie in the hospital for at least two months, and even if you are discharged from the hospital, one leg will be useless. Haha, I asked someone to knock him on the leg, anyway, it won't kill anyone. ”

Xiangyunsha talked about the process of revenge proudly.

Changsan hurriedly shushed: "Be quiet, this matter is over here, we don't see each other in the future, you wait until the end of the month, I will definitely send you the money." ”

At this time, the wonton noodles that Song Wen asked for arrived, and he thought while eating: "It seems that this Xiangyunsha's revenge method is simple and effective, and it can be written without revealing its identity, this is much more grasped than the woman surnamed Ye."

He had already memorized the address of the fragrant cloud yarn, and after a few bites, he didn't even taste any taste of the wontons, so he hurriedly walked in the direction of the newspaper after paying the money.

The two of them were still muttering something in a low voice, when they heard Xiang Yunsha suddenly shout: "You don't want to toast or eat and drink, as long as you get on the side of our Green Gang, you still want to get your shoes wet?" It's really your big dream of spring and autumn, you have to do it, and you have to do it if you don't do it. ”

Mr. Teach cried with a sad face: "I was just a coward to spend money to ask you to help me take revenge, and now I want to blackmail others, and I can't do this thing to death." ”

Xiangyunsha slapped the table: "Then I'll beat you to death, do you believe it or not?" ”

This scene, Song Wen, who had walked away, naturally couldn't see it, he was full of thoughts, in fact, as long as he wrote a letter to retaliate, why show up.

That night, he sent a letter out, he did not leave his real name and address, but only wrote the person to take revenge, and promised to send the money after the deed, in order to show sincerity, he was ruthless, and put ten yuan in the letter.

On the morning of the third day, as soon as he entered the newspaper building, he saw the people inside talking about something.

"What's wrong?"

He was a little weak-hearted.

"Alas, it's really a long life, anything strange can happen, the police came just now, it turned out that Miss Fan had an accident last night."

The porter, Lao Wu, pulled him aside and said.

"Miss Fan has an accident? What happened? He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and asked as if he was surprised.

"The policeman didn't say it very clearly, but these people in our newspaper inquired about it, and they all inquired, and it turned out that Miss Fan was given a ...... That's it. Lao Wu showed a lewd look on his face, he hurriedly tried to suppress this expression, and shook his head again and again: "Poor, so pitiful, alas, how can she be a lying girl." ”

Ha ha! Ha ha! It's done!

Song Wen was so happy that he almost jumped up.

What he wrote in the letter was to take revenge on Miss Fan, and told Xiangyunsha that the target of revenge was still an old virgin.

This is extremely vicious, full of hints, sure enough, Xiangyun yarn is not a good thing, and it really started on Miss Fan.

Song Wen coughed dryly: "This kind of thing, after all, it's a young lady, oh, although Miss Fan is not young, cough cough, even if you know, you have to pretend that you don't know anything." “

When we got off work in the afternoon, everyone was still discussing this matter in twos and threes.

Lin Haiyang said: "Miss Fan's accident, everyone knows it, you are all educated and cultural people, some things don't need to be explained, after all, Miss Fan is our colleague, and a few female colleagues have discussed going to the hospital to see her, so let's give a heart." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, even if they were reluctant to get the money, they all showed extra righteous indignation.

A female reporter wrote down everyone's money with a pen, and the probe next to her, who had a good thing, glanced at it, and said in surprise: "Oh, it's amazing, Editor Song actually paid ten yuan, and Editor Song didn't pull out a dime." ”

The female reporter said unhappily when she heard this: "Okay, okay, it's okay, and the editor of the Song Dynasty is also kind-hearted." ”

"How is that possible? It's not like you didn't see it that day, he said Miss Fan's words, which was really vicious. ”

Song Wen got on the tram with brisk steps and involuntarily walked to the back.

Before she got to her former seat, she put on a smiling face, and the woman changed into a brocade cheongsam with dark flowers, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and whispered: "Thank you for the chestnut cake." ”

Song Wen's heart was almost happy, "What a beautiful day." He thought.