Volume 3 Strange Fire Chapter 34 Wounds
Qin Mengyao's voice and these words at the beginning of the program have been listened to by Song Yang for many years. When Song Yang didn't know Qin Mengyao, Qin Mengyao was already a famous host in the city, and the "charming night" program she hosted was almost a household name in Jinling, and Qin Mengyao's large promotional posters were on the walls of the most eye-catching buildings such as Xinjiekou Drum Tower, the city's most prosperous commercial street.
Especially when he was a graduate student, he often listened to Qin Mengyao's programs in his cabin alone. At that time, Song Yang was lonely and had some inferiority, and when listening to the show, he was often made associative by the emotional stories in the show, and sometimes he was depressed by those stories.
For a while, he thought the show was boring, so many people showed their privacy in the show, they cried and laughed in the show, as if the city had some strange disease, fragile and extremely boring.
Jinling is indeed a very cultural city, the heritage of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties is there, and the women in this city are also very famous. The people who eat melons all over the country know that Jinling is beautiful, but the men in this city are unknown, in fact, after staying in Jinling for so many years, to be honest, beautiful and agile women have seen a lot, but in fact, the boys in Jinling are handsome and handsome, far better than the girls in Jinling, at least in appearance.
However, when it comes to Jinling, the first thing that comes to people's minds is the Qinhuai River in this city, the painting boat by the Qinhuai River, and the beautiful women leaning on the window of the painting boat...... Jinling's feminine aura is omnipresent, which has always puzzled him.
When he was lonely at midnight, Song Yang also thought about calling Qin Mengyao's night call hotline, and he really wanted to talk to Qin Mengyao about his own story......
I am still imagining that I am 18 years old, but my mental age is almost 40 years old!
I don't want to think about it, but I have to face it. The youthful frivolity of the past is long gone.
The former years of love have long passed away.
Once, proud young people had lofty ideals and ran in strange cities, just to find the truest dreams in their hearts.
In the past, even if life was difficult, I would think that as long as I worked hard, I would definitely succeed.
Once, I simply thought that even a very small room could manage my most beautiful love......
Look and listen, this is a very realistic and hypocritical world;
I wanted to cry, but I was still laughing.
I obviously care, but I pretend I don't care.
I really wanted to stay, but I firmly said that I wanted to leave.
It's obviously painful, but he says that he is very happy.
I can't forget it, but I say I've forgotten it.
I was reluctant, but I said I had had enough.
is clearly saying a lie against his will, but he says that it is his true words.
It's irretrievable, but it's still persistent.
I know I'm hurt, but I say that no one owes me.
It's very tiring to pretend like this, but you still have to ......
However, as soon as he picked up the phone, Song Yang felt that this kind of behavior was extremely stupid, and he felt like a poor worm with low self-esteem, but he really wanted to talk to people very much, except for crying and shouting her name once with Jin Xiaopang after drinking, he never talked about it to anyone.
The passing of love is like a chronic poison, which has been boiling in Song Yang's heart, the unspeakable pain cannot be described in words, he has always wanted to find an opportunity to pour out a brain, but he is unwilling.
The patient huddled in a hut and boiled the ineffective Chinese medicine alone, trying to heal his injury, but the injury was not cured, but he liked the aroma of the house full of sorrow emitted by the Chinese medicine, did this become a terminal illness?
Whenever he wanted to beat Qin Mengyao to talk at night, he would turn off the radio at the last moment, and then scold himself with a cold smile: stupid. Then turn on the computer, enter the West Shrine and talk about the hot* to find a woman or girl to talk to.
"We seem to have a lot of fate, and it feels like we've known each other for a long time...... this is his general routine for accosting and analyzing online women.
Song Yang, who studied psychology, knew that women were suspicious creatures, born with a fatal confusion about uncertain things, and rational reasoning could only alert and sober their sensual little brains. They are often fascinated by things like fate, which is something similar to fate, with too much room for imagination, and it is easy to become a virtual and powerful attachment to women.
He also knows that women like to doubt everything, but they have no confidence in themselves, once you let them think that fate or fate or something like that has come to their lives, they will be convinced of the arrangement of fate in their hearts, similar to the principle of negative and positive.
Women are sometimes truly idealists, truly religious. They have the fragile nature of idealists and religious, and the paranoia that easily leads to fanaticism through suspicion.
Strong temptation and a little bit of beautiful uncertainty will make them completely open up to you.
Many of the online women he talked to have been forgotten, but when he first moved to this house, he had an online relationship with a woman who was "lonely night" for more than a month. He still remembers that Song Yang and her talked about taste from food, from taste to private life, from reminiscing about college life to love, Song Yang soon learned that she was a young woman, her husband was a businessman, running around the country, often not at home, a week or more than a few months when she went out, two years in love, just one year after marriage, and she was alone when her husband was not at home. Then they talked on the phone every night, and soon, Song Yang and her began to be ambiguous on the phone.
At that time, I basically forgot everything I said, but I remember it very clearly once.
"Guess what I'm wearing right now?" One time the woman had just taken a bath, she called Song Yang and said.
"You're not going to be naked, are you?"
"Well, I'm really not clothed," the other man probably said shyly.
"I want to call you, I miss you!"
"I'll call you," she called immediately.
Song Yang started an online relationship with her, and almost all of them were called by her. Until one day, she said, let's not contact each other in the future, my husband went to the telecommunications bureau two days ago to check my mobile phone list, saying that I made a thousand dollars a month and suspected that I was having an affair......
Song Yang has never been in contact with that woman again, but he often remembers that she wants to say in the middle of the night and stops, "Well, I really don't have any clothes on......"
"Life is like a labyrinth, we toss in it, and it's not easy to find an exit,"
He doesn't remember who said it, but the analogy was so apt that he recognise.
When he woke up in the early morning, he saw the fog outside the window, and Song Yang felt like he was lying in the clouds, with a sense of weightlessness.
In the past few years, Song Yang has been so decadent, and almost all his energy is spent on psychological research, not because of hobbies, but just to avoid ......
Work for a mysterious master like a robot, as if he did all this that had nothing to do with him, but he had to do it.
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Now, a new day begins, and no matter what the future holds, man must live, and live as a human being, not as a waste.
It can no longer be decadent, once a person has a new purpose in life, it must no longer be decadent......
In the café in the corner of the lobby on the first floor of the Jinling Evening News, Song Yang and Jin Xiaopang stared at her who was reading the copywriting planned by Song Yang.
Amy Jing looked thoughtful, frowning from time to time. Even the frowning eyebrows are fascinating, really beautiful, worthy of the number one on campus, and after a few years of social storms, there is a little more mellow taste of mature beauty.
The media circle is similar to the entertainment industry, there are two kinds of women who survive well, one is by ability, and the other is by appearance. But there are exceptions to everything, and Ai Meijing is an exception, obviously she has such a good appearance, but she relies on her ability to show off in the forest.
"Reporter Ai, we envy you, the uncrowned king of this city......"
"Okay, don't blow it, you two don't know about the newspaper......
"?" Song Yang was stunned for a moment, and first thought of the legendary unspoken rules.
"Look at your detective, where do you want to go," she glanced sideways, "It's not just to find a way to make the company pay for it, recently my brain has become mushy, yesterday the president held a meeting to scold people, the advertising task was not completed, I didn't think about how to attract the audience, and put all the responsibility on our reporter's head, more than an hour, I only heard him yelling 'Engage in activities, use your brain, use your brain', this brain still has a move, all of them are nervous, fortunately not in the advertising department, otherwise ......" She touched her forehead and made a nervous shape.
"You also have a mission?" Song Yang asked.
"What do you say, a city with a population of six or seven million, eight TV channels, eighteen radio channels, six mainstream newspapers, more than a dozen non-mainstream newspapers, and so many magazines and website media, there is a swarm of people who do the selection, all of them are rated in the top ten, even the chefs have several media in the evaluation, the top ten chefs in Jinling have been rated three or five times, and the top ten young people have been rated seven or eight times, it is said that people from the league organization and the food association have a headache when they see the newspaper and radio station, and they avoid the media when they walk.