"Hello, this is my brother. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Yang Busan said to the security guard with a smile, and by the way, he pinched Yang Busi beside him.

Walking behind Yang Busan, Yang Busi felt fresh everywhere.

"Didn't I tell you to stay at home well, not well-behaved at all."

"San'er, Si'er, I don't want you...... Ah, what are you doing? ”

"If you dare to call me junior, I'll ......" Yang Busan stood still, and compared his fist to Yang Busi.

"Okay, I remember (MBD people are obviously called San'er)."

Walking behind Yang Busan, Yang Busi suddenly remembered a passage in the book, the author's name is Yang Yitwosan.

"I don't look good when I walk, so I'm walking behind you. You can't see me, I can't catch up with you, but I can follow you like a ghost.

I am your shadow, which melts into your body when it rains, and lends my life to you. ”

"Lounge"

Yang Busan swiped the card, twisted the handle and opened the door.

"Tell you, you are not allowed to go to that place in the West Mountain. Don't be hippie and smiley, I'm not kidding you, I dare to go I'm going to die. I still have something to do, you wait here by yourself, and I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner. ”

Yang Busi nodded stunned.

Staring at the door in front of him, Yang Busi sighed again in his heart.

"It's worthy of provincial Taiwan, it's all safe and secure, and there is money."

The lounge was empty, with a few old sofas lying horizontally, and even the skin had fallen off, leaking out the yellow sponge inside.

"It's worthy of saving Taiwan, this money can be saved, and it's in place."

There was a book on the table, "Seeing" with a yellow cover, written by Chai Jing.

"Xiao Nizi is really going to be a reporter, how good it is to be a host, she has a big mind and no brains."

Shaking his legs and flipping through the book, Yang Busi kept babbling.

"No! I've decided on this matter, if you really have the ability, you can go there alone, and the station will definitely not send you a person! ”

Yang Busi was startled by the noise coming from outside, rubbed his eyes, and put the book that had fallen on the ground back in its place.

"It's also provincial, and MD doesn't let people stop sleeping anymore."

Walking out of the lounge, there were many people standing in the corridor, which could roughly be divided into two groups.

The leader of one side is a fat man, with gold-rimmed glasses that looks very gentlemanly, and a sign on his chest, *** Director.

"The director is angry, Xiao Yang'er is just saying, and he didn't say that he really wants to go over now."

"Yes, director, Xiao Yang'er is not sensible, you don't have the same knowledge as her."

"What's not sensible, is she a child? What should be said and what can be said, all the things have been said, and I have to go, I have to go. Did you say I was stopping her, I don't know if the news was hot. ”

The fat director was obviously angry, spitting when he spoke, and he was uncontrollably intermittent because of his anger.

Standing opposite the fat director, Yang Busan was so stubborn that his eyes were red, although he didn't say a word, his expression was full of "I don't." ”

There are more than ten people standing opposite, and there is only one on Xiao San'er's side, this is a fucking robbing of people's daughters in broad daylight, uncle can bear it, and the second aunt said that you have to be beaten.

"What the hell, a bunch of big men bullying a girl, you still have to make a face."

Yang Busi shouted, ran into the middle of the crowd in two or three steps, pointed at the fat man's nose and scolded.

"No, four." Yang Busan was embarrassed and pulled the corner of Yang Busi's clothes from behind.

"What's not four, aren't you very powerful, why are you so bearish when you go out of the house. Go and watch mine. ”

Yang Busi raised his hand and wiped it from the corner of Yang Busan's eyes, but he couldn't help but flirt with it in his mouth.

"Young man, who are you, which unit are you?"

was so stirred up by Yang Busi, the fat director seemed to have forgotten to be angry.

The fat director and more than a dozen people beside him stared at Yang Busi blankly.

"I'm her man...... Yikes...... Old, old brother. My name is Yang Busi, a 'famous' host in Xiyang County. ”

"Oh, Xiao Yang's brother. Don't get excited, you may have misunderstood, we just ......"

Without waiting for the fat director to finish speaking, Yang Busanyi pulled Yang Busi and left without saying a word.

After walking dozens of steps, Yang Busan paused, and shouted after overtaking with an apologetic face. "I'm sorry director, my brother doesn't have a lot of brains, don't take it to heart."

In the lounge, Yang Busi was leaning on the sofa as if he was a dead pig, looking very loving.

"That's our director, and you're too bold."

"Is it good for someone to help you?" Yang Busi said lazily, and the eight words were said for eight seconds.

"What a fart, you're a gang, you're a troublemaker."

"Come on, you're bullied outside, come back and make me angry, I can understand. It's been half an hour, and we're almost done. What the hell happened just now, why did you quarrel with each other? If you don't look at it for a while, you will be pointed at. ”

"You're the one who let the thousands of people point out, how many times have you told you that you don't listen, read more books when you're not busy, don't talk nonsense every day."

Yang Busi knocked on Yang Busi's head as he spoke, and then sat down next to Yang Busi.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, have you seen a news in the past two days?"

"What news."

"As long as you're still working in the media, you don't have any news sensitivity at all." Yang Busan took out his mobile phone, searched for a social news titled "Black Widow, Seven Women in a Village Killed Their Husbands in a Row" and handed it to Yang Busi.

"I don't look, you say."

"DUANG" Yang Busan knocked on Yang Busi's head again, and then became serious.

"This village is called Heigouzi, which is about 200 kilometers away from Jingxi. Since the Spring Festival last year, this small village has become a hot spot in the news. In a small village with a population of less than 500, there were seven female murderers in a few months, first killing their husbands and then committing suicide, which was terrible. ”

"Don't you advertise yourself as a quality journalist? You can do this kind of thing too, the third child, the fourth child has to criticize and criticize you. Yang Busi stretched his waist and sat up straight with a flick of the figure of "Ge You lying".

"Are you embarrassed to quarrel so fiercely with your leaders about this kind of thing? You think, the dead people are already wronged enough, and the two are dead. You people cling to others, and you don't bother them. You see. Yang Busi tapped on the phone screen with his fingertips, looking disdainful. Black Widow, this is all written by SB. When a woman kills her husband, abandons her family, and abandons her children, are you embarrassed to pour salt into people's wounds? ”

"Are you finished?"

"What? You listen to me and then give you an analysis, you can ...... it."

Yang Busanyi pulled Yang Busi, who had just stood up from the sofa excitedly halfway through speaking, and pulled back the sofa.

interrupted Yang Busi's next words with his actions.

"What do you know, a village, a woman, what is the biggest motive for killing her husband?"

"How do I know, it's nothing more than suffering and being wronged."

"Suffering and being wronged, to put it another way, do you think it's okay to be subjected to domestic violence?"

"You're so beautiful, you're right." Yang Busi smiled and stuck it in front of Yang Busan's eyes.

"Go and get down to business. If you don't think about it, we are all from the countryside, and domestic violence is common in the countryside. A country woman, family, children, is her everything. Imagine such a country woman, when she is determined to give up her family, her children, and even her life. What has she experienced before, and what kind of inhuman blows or injuries have she received, don't you think it's terrible?

In just a few months, there were seven murders. This shows that in that place, this extreme violence has developed into a mass problem. If it is not stopped in time, vicious incidents will continue to occur, and even extend to the next generation.

Journalists, we have an obligation to find out the truth of the incident and do our best to prevent all 'bad' things from happening again. ”