In the summer of 2008, Beijing was the focus of the world, and every Chinese was in a warm and excited mood, forcing investigative journalist Meng Shuer to fight a Hong Kong-listed paper company.

Investigative reporters are a special group, what iron shoulders morality, what is the uncrowned king of articles, that is all said by laymen when they see the excitement, to sum up this profession is two words: "hard press", if you add two more words: "hard press".

It's the same as Conan's pursuit, there is only one truth, but it doesn't have Conan's brain, let alone Conan's luck, and most importantly, investigative reporters are poor and arrogant.

There is a joke that goes like this: This morning, when I went out and saw an uncle fall, a guy stepped forward and asked: "Uncle, I have a monthly salary of 2500, can I help you up?"

Uncle: "Young man, let's go, I'll wait a little longer......" Another buddy next to him also stepped forward and asked: "Uncle, I'm a reporter, can I help you up?" Come... Come... You lie next to your uncle. ”

Seeing that they were both lying down, an investigative reporter also stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, I am an investigative reporter, can I help you up?" The uncle looked at him for two seconds, patted the buddy next to him and said, "Child, let's get up and let him lie down." ”

This line of work is not suitable for women, of course, Meng Chuan'er is not a woman to some extent, her biggest dream was to go to a war-torn place to be a war correspondent.

Wearing a camouflage uniform, carrying a camera and a camera with a long gun and a short gun, shuttling through the smoke of gunpowder and the rain of bullets, like a hot-blooded man, if he can grab the world premiere, what an honorable thing.

She has a kind of wildness in her bones, and she must be an agile and fierce leopard to describe it as an animal. It's a pity that Meng Chuan'er's mother is a well-behaved mother, and she has been a favorite mantra since she was a child: "What kind of B cub is this? Who is your personality like?" Meng Chuan'er was embarrassed to answer this question head-on, what kind of joke? You don't know what B cub was born to? Of course, this idea can't be said, and you have to be careful of the old lady's shovel that is stir-frying.

Mom and Dad want to be stable, how many years she used to have a small river flowing naturally, and the years when no one was in the way are enough, and now it is not easy to let her stick to the post of an investigative reporter, and then dare to delusionally think that other old ladies can even stage a scene of crying, making trouble and hanging herself.

Ideal fullness and realistic skinny feeling are issues that everyone needs to face, and they are extremely difficult topics for life, and no one is an exception.

At this moment, Meng Chuan'er is queuing up in the library, she wants to borrow a reference book on Hong Kong stock securities law, according to various evidence, this damn paper company in Hong Kong is definitely not running away because of the crazy cash-out of major shareholders, resulting in the rupture of the capital chain.

As soon as this draft comes out, it is estimated that the company's stock price will be lowered by more than a dozen points, and more than a dozen points, comrades, you can buy countless lives of Meng Chuan'er, so it must be rigorous and rigorous to ensure that every punctuation mark can be held legally responsible.

Are people now so fond of studying? This line is almost at Shanhaiguan, Meng Chuan'er muttered in her heart, suddenly her mobile phone rang, and she glanced at the number and did not show it - it was estimated that it was called from abroad.

"Hey, are you Teacher Meng Chuan'er?" and with a mouthful of half-baked Gangpu, I could guess who was calling at this sensitive time node.

"I'm Meng Chuan'er, not Teacher Meng, please speak. ”

"Ah...... I am from Hong Kong XX Paper Co., Ltd., Mr. Meng, your time is precious, I will get straight to the point, our company appreciates your talent very much, I want to make friends with you, you see that it is inconvenient to give me a bank account that you trust, or if you don't trust us, we can also interview. ”

The implication in these words is that Meng Chuan'er knows that it is really not possible to lure first and then coerce, and this is just the beginning of sugar-coated shells. Being an investigative reporter is equivalent to walking by the river often, and for her, often walking by the river is the ability not to wet her shoes, she put her shoes in a plastic bag and scolded angrily: "We have a local saying in the northeast that I don't know whether to say or not?"

"Teacher Meng, please speak. ”

", t-M calf! Think about how to respond to my interview outline, and don't always think about crooked and messy things!" Meng Chuan'er hung up the phone angrily, and the eyes of the people around him swept over, including a muscular man in the front, wearing a tight white T, his strong and round arms stretched his clothes to the point that he was about to explode, and he wore a big pants and his butt was towering and ready to come out, the courage of this thing was not proportional to the muscles, and a sentence of rolling TM calves scared him into a tremble, and the book in his hand fell, this little gut is really enough, it is estimated that the muscles on his body are blown, and they will break when he touches them.

But the book he dropped on the ground made Meng Chuan'er glimpse the title of the book "A Touch of Sadness", and didn't laugh Meng Chuan'er to death, what kind of hypocrisy did the five big and three coarse, timid old men look at it, and they are faintly sad, just a woman who wants to run when she sees this kind of book title, and her head is immediately full of the roars and tears of Aunt Qiong Yao and Uncle Ma Xiaotao.

When she got to Meng Chuan'er, she saw that the book that the man had just returned was still on the bar, and the administrator didn't have time to accept it, so she couldn't help but flip through it, and the first page was the preface to the book, written by a person named Guo Lijia.

The last paragraph of the preface reads: "There are no teenagers in the Northeast. Northeast people are old as soon as they are born, you have to pretend to be old if you are not old, and only by pretending to be old can you live a life. You look at Yu Xiaoshan in the work, how many children and daughters have been squandered overnight, and then you look at Yu Xiaoshan outside the work, a young man in his twenties in the Northeast, who has already erupted from a volcano, is resting on the edge of the sky, looming, it is easy to get close to him, but it is difficult to get close to him. As the saying goes, only sadness may be faint. ”

Hmmm,, I feel a little bit of it! I can't tell which of her tendons touched by this sentence, think about how much she has experienced in just 23 years than others have ...... in their lifetimes.

"Are you still borrowing books?" the librarian tapped her hand on the bar a little impatiently, and she quickly nodded: "Borrow, borrow." Then he handed the book "A Touch of Sorrow" to the administrator and said, "I borrowed this book too." ”

What Meng Chuan'er didn't expect was that when she opened the book, she never put it down, and began an unpredictable fate and life.

That day, she stood in the overcrowded library with the book in her hand for four hours, without rest, without going to the bathroom, without smoking, and read it in one sitting. When I closed the book, my head was all wooden, and I couldn't restore the reality of the world and the flow of people in front of me, and my emotions and thoughts were dragged away by this author.

At that time, there was only one thought: who is this Yu Xiaoshan? He is too awesome, the rivers and lakes, blood, love, life and death, and love he described seem to be related to her, as well as his life, soul and feelings, and everything in it, every sentence can poke into her heart, and every corner of her heart is sprinkled with explosives, so that there are bursts everywhere, and her heart is broken and broken, and she is inexplicably sad.

The previous Meng Chuan'er was very proud, she liked Faye Wong in high school, an absolute idol, and she was a particularly naïve girl at the same table, and often asked her with her face: "Table, why don't you write to Faye Wong so much?" ”

I was really moved by her innocence and laughed off my big teeth: "Who do you think I am? How could Faye Wong look at me even if she didn't look at me when my identity was not equal? Why did she write to her if she didn't look at me?"

This is her, when she was young, she could keep her sanity when she was chasing stars, and it was okay to like or worship someone in her heart, but she could only open her mouth on the basis of a conversation, otherwise she would not be able to talk.

In addition to the title of the book being too pretentious, this book was absolutely full marks in her heart at the time, of course, many years later, Meng Kuan'er knew that this book had a nickname "Chang Chun Garbage".