How can the light of the day understand the depth of the darkness of the night? - Nietzsche

Well frogs can't talk to the sea, and they are confined to nothingness;

Summer insects can't talk to the ice, but to the time;

Qushi should not speak to the Taoist, and be bound to the teaching. - "Zhuangzi Autumn Water"

Saturday morning is the daily meeting of the Pujiang Evening News.

Lin Haiyang was summarizing this week's work and arranging next week's news hotspots, when he suddenly saw a woman rushing in in a hurry.

Everyone turned around together and saw that it was Miss Fan.

She is not a beauty in the first place, her appearance is really average, and she has become even more withered and dull in the past few days. A female colleague reacted and hurriedly stood up and stepped forward: "Miss Fan, you're here to work." ”

"Yes, Miss Fan, you can rest at home for a few more days."

Lin Haiyang also said.

"Lin Haiyang!" Miss Fan raised her head, stretched out her hand and pointed at Lin Haiyang, and said word by word, "Why do you want to hurt me!" ”

Lin Haiyang was shocked: "Me? Hurt you? What are you talking about? Miss Fan, I deeply sympathize with what happened to you, but this is not a reason for you to run mad. ”

The female colleague next to her supported her, and said softly: "Yes, Miss Fan, the editor-in-chief has been very worried when he knows that something happened to you, and he also called on everyone to help you donate, how can you talk like this, okay, everyone knows that you have been too stimulated recently, so let's go home and rest for a few days." ”

As he spoke, he pulled Miss Fan out. But she didn't expect Miss Fan to have great strength, so she pounced on her as soon as she shook her off, grabbing Lin Haiyang's suit and holding on: "You spent money to find someone to hurt me, and you still don't admit it!" ”

Lin Haiyang watched her haute couture suit placket being twisted into a ball by her, and reached out to pull it in distress, Miss Fan grabbed it firmly, and asked again and again: "Why do you want to harm me?" ”

"I hurt you, I never looked at you with my eyes, and I said it hurt you? Do I have nothing to do every day? ”

"I admit that I like you, everyone in the newspaper knows that I like you, I'm not good-looking and I'm old, you hate me and I can tell you directly, I'm not such a shameless person, you never say it, I thought you liked my infatuation, I didn't expect you to find someone to destroy me!"

When everyone heard Miss Fan say this, they all turned their eyes to Lin Haiyang. Of course, they knew that Lin Haiyang would not have the slightest idea about Miss Fan, but Lin Haiyang could sit firmly in the position of editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and he was not a simple person. Especially for female reporters, this matter can be described as empathetic, and the sympathetic weight is biased towards the side that seems to be weak, and the eyes that look at Lin Haiyang are also full of inquiries and questions.

A smart person like Lin Haiyang immediately noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and he was extremely angry: "Look at what I do, quickly tear this crazy woman away." ”

A male reporter who was a sycophant wanted to pull someone, and as soon as her hand touched Miss Fan, she began to tremble and shouted miserably: "Don't touch me, go away, don't touch me!" The female reporters knew that it must have been the experience of the past few days that made her like this, and they all stepped forward to accuse the male reporter, who saw that the big thing was not good, and quietly hid to the side and did not dare to speak out.

"Why do you want to hurt me, you can beat me, scold me, humiliate me in front of me, why do you want to do something!"

Miss Fan cried so much that her snot and tears scratched Lin Haiyang's body, Lin Haiyang was known for cleanliness, endured stomach discomfort, and continued to explain: "Did the police tell you or ...... What did others tell you? Miss Fan, you also went to college, be sensible. ”

"Yes, yes, the editor-in-chief wants to have too many ways to target you, why bother with those indiscriminate methods?"

There are female reporters who also have a good impression of Lin Haiyang and are also persuading on the side.

Miss Fan gradually calmed down and thought of the anonymous letter she received yesterday.

The letter only wrote her address, which was clueless, and the handwriting could not be seen in the pen style, which was similar to the printed Song font.

opened the letter, every word was shocking, and the letter told her that it was Lin Haiyang who spent money to find someone to rape her, and the reason was because she had been pestering Lin Haiyang, and he was annoyed and made this decision.

Miss Fan was originally suspicious of the letter, but the letter mentioned the man wearing the Xiangyun gauze clothes.

The bowl of street lamps was very dim, Miss Fan only remembered that there were three men at the scene, one of them was caught by her clothes, and the glutinous texture of the clothes felt like fragrant cloud yarn.

After she vented all her anger, she gradually calmed down, took out an anonymous letter, slapped it on the table and said: "It's this letter, it's written very true, I believe it must be an insider." ”

Lin Haiyang picked up the letter, frowned and read it, sighed and said: "If the standard Song style characters are well written, the cultural level of the person who writes the letter will not be low, maybe ......"

He looked around, his eyes blazing: "It's someone here." ”

When Miss Fan heard this, she also tilted her head nervously to look at everyone, and all the men were looked down by her, either shy or afraid, because this woman's expression was so terrifying.

"You mean, it's our newspaper who wrote the letter?"

Miss Fan is like a drowning person, eager to grasp every straw within reach.

"I just suspect that ordinary people can't write such a font, but as a journalist and typesetting, they are always exposed to Songti, and it is easy to write fluent Songti. And this detail of even Xiangyunsha is so clear, it is enough to show that he is the one who harmed you, and he may have been at the scene at that time. ”

Lin Haiyang explained.

As soon as Miss Fan calmed down at this moment, she also felt that Lin Haiyang's analysis was very reasonable, so she said to herself: "Who are you?" I asked myself if I had offended anyone except ...... Editor-in-Chief Lin you. ”

Lin Haiyang spread his hands: "If I want to harm you, there are too many ways, and I disdain to use this kind of ninth-rate method." ”

"Didn't you have a conflict with Editor Song a few days ago?"

A male reporter kindly reminded.

"It won't be Mr. Song's, have you forgotten? Mr. Song also donated ten yuan to Miss Fan, who used to be an iron rooster and couldn't pull out a dime. ”

A female reporter retorted.

"That's right, as the saying goes, dogs can't change their, there must be demons when things are abnormal, a person who is so stingy and stingy, suddenly has a kindness to Miss Fan, who has quarreled with him, do you believe there is no problem here?"

Several male reporters took the trouble to analyze.

Lin Haiyang also felt that their analysis made some sense, thought about it and said, "Editor Song has some things at home, and he will come to work tomorrow." ”

"It can't be that he has absconded in fear of crime, right?" Someone shouted.

"Who is afraid of sin?" A voice came, and everyone looked back and exclaimed, God, how could it be so coincidental! I saw Song Wen standing at the door with red eyes, but it was just more than a day, he seemed to be ten years old, and he was not like a word.

"Editor-in-chief Lin, I beg you to advance one month's salary to me, my son is sick and needs money urgently."

He didn't care about face, so he asked publicly in front of everyone.

Lin Haiyang has always supported the image of a good classmate in front of everyone, but now he was asked directly by Song Wen, and his face was elongated: "Old Song, why are you ......?"

"I have worked in the newspaper for ten years, and I have worked hard without credit, just this time I will advance my salary, and you keep calling me an old Song classmate in front of you, but you are ruthless to me behind your back, Editor-in-Chief Lin, don't be too two-faced."

In order to rescue his wife, Song Wen really let go.

Lin Haiyang was almost angry with his words, but he still had to maintain his due demeanor in front of people, in order to show his generosity, he nodded and said, "You said how good the child is sick, you have to turn around in such a big circle." Let's go, follow me to the office and get the money. ”

"Don't go, explain the matter, Song asked, did you write this letter?"

Miss Fan stretched out her arm to stop Song Wen.