In the summer of 2008, Beijing was the focus of the world, and every Chinese was in a passionate and excited mood. The hard-working investigative reporter Meng Chuaner was fighting to the death with a paper company listed on the Hong Kong stock market.

Investigative journalists are a special group. They say they have strong moral integrity, write articles with clever hands, and are uncrowned kings. This is what laypeople say when they are watching the excitement. To sum up, this profession can be summed up in two words: "hard work". If you add two more words: " The hardships are so great that they are facing the sky."

It's the same as Conan's pursuit. There is only one truth, but he doesn't have Conan's brains, let alone Conan's luck. The most important thing is that the investigative reporter is poor and tyrannical.

There is a joke that goes like this: I went out this morning and saw an old man who had fallen down. A young man came up and asked: "Uncle, my monthly salary is 2,500, can I help you up?"

The uncle: "Young man, please go, I'll wait for a while..." Another buddy next to him also stepped forward and asked: "Uncle, I am a reporter, can I help you up?" The uncle looked at him and went silently. He moved to the side and said: "Child, come... come... come... lie down next to me."

Seeing them 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 be a war reporter in a war-torn place.

Wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying cameras and cameras with long guns and short cannons, weaving through the smoke and hail of bullets, like a passionate man, what an honor it would be if we could get the world premiere.

There is a kind of wildness in her bones. To use an animal to describe it, it must be an agile and fierce leopard. Unfortunately, Meng Chuan'er's mother is a well-behaved mother. Her favorite catchphrase since she was a child: "What kind of b*tch is this? You have such a character." Who do you look like?" Meng Chuan'er was too embarrassed to answer this question directly. Are you kidding? You don't know what kind of baby you will give birth to? Of course, you can't say this. After saying this, you must be careful with the shovel the old lady is cooking.

Her parents wanted stability. She had spent many years when the river flowed naturally and no one blocked her path. Now it is not easy to let her stick to her position as an investigative reporter. If she dares to think too much about other old ladies, she will probably cry twice. The drama of three people hanging themselves can be staged.

The ideal fullness and the realistic skinny are issues that everyone needs to face, and they are extremely difficult issues in life, and no one is 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 evidences, this stupid paper company in Hong Kong must not have escaped because its major shareholders were cashing out wildly, causing the capital chain to break. Already.

Once this manuscript is published, it is estimated that the stock price of this company will be lowered by more than ten points. Comrades, it can buy countless lives of Meng Chuaner, so it must be rigorous and rigorous to ensure that every punctuation mark can be negative. legal liability.

Do people like studying so much nowadays? The queue was almost reaching Shanhaiguan. Meng Chuan'er muttered in her heart. Suddenly her cell phone rang. When she looked at the number, it was not displayed - it was probably a call from overseas.

"Hello, are you Teacher Meng Chuan'er Meng?" With a half-baked Hong Kong Pu, he could guess who was calling at this sensitive time point.

"I am Meng Chuan'er, not Teacher Meng. Please speak."

"Ah... I am from Hong Kong xx Paper Co., Ltd. Mr. Meng, your time is valuable, so I will get straight to the point. Our company appreciates your talent very much and wants to make friends with you. Isn't it convenient for you to send someone you trust?"

Give me your bank account, or we can have an interview if you don't trust us."

Meng Chuan'er knew the implications of these words well. It was too late to lure first and then threaten. This was just the beginning of the sugar-coated bombshell. Being an investigative reporter meant walking by the river all the time, and for her, walking by the river all the time

, it’s her ability to keep her shoes from getting wet. She put her shoes in plastic bags and said angrily: “We have a dialect in the Northeast and I don’t know whether to say it or not?”

"Teacher Meng, please speak."

"Get lost! Think carefully about how to respond to my interview outline. Don't always think about crooked and messy things!" Meng Chuaner hung up the phone angrily, and the eyes of everyone around him swept over, including those in front of the queue.

A muscular man, wearing a tight white T-shirt, his strong and round arms stretched the clothes almost to the point of bursting, and wearing a pair of shorts, his butt was high and ready to come out. This guy's courage is not proportional to his muscles. If you just say fuck him, you will scare him.

He shivered and dropped the book in his hand. This little boy is really brave. It is estimated that all the muscles on his body are blown by the air and will break at a touch.

But the book he dropped on the ground gave Meng Chuan'er a glimpse of the title "A Touch of Sorrow", which didn't make Meng Chuan'er laugh to death. What the big and timid old man read were all pretentious stuff.

It’s also a touch sad, even though she’s a woman, she wants to run away when she sees a book title like this, and her mind is filled with the screams and tears of Aunt Qiong Yao and Uncle Ma Xiaotao.

When she got to Meng Chuan'er in line, she saw that the book that the man returned just now was still on the bar. Before the administrator could collect it, she couldn't help but flip through it. The first page was that book.

The preface to the book was written by a person named Guo Lijia.

The last paragraph of the preface reads: "There are no teenagers in the Northeast. Northeastern people are old as soon as they are born. You have to pretend to be old even if you are not old. Only by pretending to be old can you live a life. Look at Yu Xiaoshan in the work, squandering money overnight.

How many children have grown up in love? Look at Yu Xiaoshan outside the work. He is a Northeastern boy in his twenties. He is like a volcano that has erupted. He is just resting on the horizon, looming. It is easy to get close to him. If you really want to get close to him,

But it is already very difficult. As the saying goes, there is only sadness, perhaps a touch."

Huh? Damn it! I feel something! I can’t tell where this sentence touched her. Thinking about it, she has experienced more in just 23 years than others in a lifetime...

"Do you want to borrow any more books?" The librarian tapped the bar counter impatiently. She nodded quickly: "Borrow, borrow, borrow." Then she handed the book "A Touch of Sorrow" to the librarian and said

: "Borrow this one too."

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

That day, she stood in the crowded library with this book for four hours without taking a break, going to the toilet, or smoking. She finished reading it in one breath. When she closed the book, her head was numb, and she looked at the world and the flow of people in front of her.

The truth cannot be restored, and the emotions and thoughts have been dragged away by this author.

At that time, I only had one idea: Who is this Yu Xiaoshan? He is so awesome. The world, passion, friendship, life and death, and love he described all seem to be related to her, as well as his life, soul and perception, and

Everything and every word in it can penetrate her heart, and sprinkle some explosives in every nook and cranny of her heart, so that they explode everywhere, leaving her heart broken and inexplicably sad.

The former Meng Chuan'er was quite arrogant. When she was in high school, she liked Faye Wong. She was an absolute idol. Her deskmate was a very naive girl. She often looked up and asked her: "Zhuer, you like Faye Wong so much, why don't you write to her?"

?Your literary talent is so good, she will like you if she sees it."

I was really touched by her innocence and laughed out loud: "Who do you think I am? How could Faye Wong even look at me when our identities are not equal? ​​Why should she write to her if she doesn't even look at me?"

This is her. When she was young, she could keep her wits about chasing stars. She can like or admire someone in her heart, but she must open her mouth only after being able to have a conversation, otherwise there is no need to talk.
Chapter completed!