But at this moment, the idol in her heart became this old man named Yu Xiaoshan - at that time, it was estimated that this bastard should be around forty or fifty, because his writing style was sophisticated and ruthless, with a sense of gangsterism and inexplicable feelings.

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Meng Chuaner ran to the computer in the library to search for his name. There was also a book called "Clouds Flying Yesterday Autumn". There were only two books, so she borrowed this one. She walked to the door of the library and sat down.

On the steps - she couldn't stand any longer, her legs felt like lead.

I read it in one go and quickly, and there were only these two books in the search. After reading them, I felt lovelorn. I fell in love with these two books vigorously, and after turning the last page, I felt lovelorn.

The midsummer heat was overwhelming, and people were coming and going at the library door. No one noticed the girl sitting on the steps reading a book. The time that passed between the two books was like a kalpa in Buddhism.

From dawn to dusk, she didn't know when. It was already dark when she was stunned. The light from the library door shone on her body, casting a long shadow. There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground. She didn't know when she smoked them.

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At this moment, I especially want to have a big drink with that man named Yu Xiaoshan, the kind of man who will never get back drunk until he is drunk. After drinking, he can go crazy, do things, throw things, yell and pee standing up.

Then talk about the years they have gone through. Whether it is his or hers, they all feel so similar and have so many things in common that they can blend in and talk about.

No one could understand her past sorrows, but they were easily dismantled and assembled by this man, because what he dismantled was not her, but himself, and it was this self that made people feel truly terrible.

Maybe she herself didn't expect that her prosperous years were like a dream, but she strayed into the spring garden and stirred up dust. In the end, everything would grow old and fall into dust. Maybe this was her fate.

Meng Chuaner jogged all the way back to her home. After opening the door, she turned on her computer as soon as possible and entered the three words "Yu Xiaoshan" on Baidu. The first Sina blog of Yu Xiaoshan on Baidu was impressive. She quickly clicked on the blog avatar.

There was a photo on it, which should be Yu Xiaoshan himself. Meng Chuan'er was stunned when she saw the photo of the person in front of her. She lit a cigarette and stared blankly.

I don’t know how long it took, but she clicked on the private message on her blog and wrote, "Hello, Yu Xiaoshan, my name is Meng Chuan'er. I am an investigative reporter. I have written a lot of interesting and boring articles in the past, and I have also appreciated a lot of them.

We Xiaojia's works once thought they were deeply moving and shocking, but today's book "A Touch of Sadness" has overturned all my reading memories. This is not even reading, but experiencing. You are so fucking stupid

Yes, you have truly written your life story, and you have written it in such a vulgar way, just like recording, as if telling everyone that this is my life, good or bad, it is a real experience. And your experience,

I seem to have seen each other before, and there are a lot of life and understandings that I have experienced before, and the most terrifying thing is that looking at your appearance in the photo, it completely coincides with the picture I imagined when I was reading the book. I can't understand and sort out my current situation.

I don’t want your response, I just want to tell you that this is what you gave me.”

I hesitated for a long time after writing this paragraph. In the end, I didn’t send it but pressed the return button to delete everything, and then turned off the computer. So what if I sent it? His private mailbox must be filled with similar or dissimilar messages every day.

Maybe he won't even read the information. Maybe he will contact you one day, and maybe he will write a book.

Meng Chuan'er's more than 20 years have not been peaceful. Otherwise, how could she dare to compare with other people's life? She graduated from the Journalism Department of XX Communication University. Is it a prestigious school? 985 or 211. I don't know. Anyway, every teacher is very proud when giving lectures.

They have taught more celebrities than we can name.

But she didn't pass the college entrance examination with thousands of troops squeezing the single-plank bridge. She passed the college entrance examination through millions of troops walking on the tightrope without falling to death - she had been hanging out in society for several years before that.

She has never been a bad person since she was a child. There is nothing she dare not do. Smoking, drinking, and fighting were commonplace in school. In high school, she was often surrounded by a group of younger brothers. She frowned when she saw someone who didn't like her, and it was not her turn to take action.

The man fell down. This was all thanks to the help of her gang.

Later, when she got older, her children also matured a bit and began to run into real life. She got into a bad junior college and began to pursue her dreams before she graduated. She worked at Beijing Film Studio, Hou Haili

She sang songs, broke three ribs on the flower fields in Hangzhou, and was intoxicated in the nightclubs of Shenzhen... In those years, she lived too many dark days. She had to go to bed when the sun rose every day, and got up when the sun went down.

You need to talk about her experiences in those years in detail, unless you don’t believe it. If you do, it can make women cry and men feel ashamed. It’s really awesome. Later, she finally realized that she was a girl and had to bow her head to life and reality.

Well, even if I live a small white-collar life earning 3,000 to 4,000 yuan a month, as long as I can see some sunshine every day, that's fine.

She made up her mind and started looking for a job, but the workplaces she went to were all the same as her ancestors. When she heard about a college diploma, she shook her head and rolled her eyes like a dead fish. The academic qualifications that were the most disdainful in the past have become the biggest threshold now.

So I shamelessly call myself a senior and advise all students to do what they are supposed to do when they should do it. Don’t be like this comrade who smokes, drinks, perms your hair, skips classes and fights when you should study. Find a time when you should be a serious student.

, useless. There is a nonsense saying that God is fair to everyone. Everyone has their moments when they are awesome, and they must also have their moments when they are awesome.

Meng Chuan'er will never forget the old lady's expression when she told her mother that she wanted to take the Communication University entrance examination. She frowned and sighed longer than when she blew out ten smoke rings in a row: "Don't bother, even if it's just here.

We don’t do anything in our family, it’s okay for mom to take care of you.”

She didn't say a word, and then she didn't go out for eight months. She was at home doing all the drama of having her head hung up and a cone stabbing her buttocks. After a week, her mother finally believed her and gave her three meals a day. She didn't even talk to her every day, just looked at her again.

I was looking forward to it but also feeling worried. I finally started the regular continuation of the last year - only for the journalism department.

More than 3,000 people selected the top 30, including 10 places selected by major TV stations, publishers and newspapers. The total score is not enough. There is a separate line for English. The final year's Xuexin website can find the full-day non-self-study and non-adult examinations.

I got my bachelor's degree and went to school.

After the score came out, Meng Chuaner called the admissions teacher at Guangyuan College every day and tortured her in a very standard broadcast tone: "Hello, teacher, are my scores good enough?"

The teacher finally got so annoyed: "Meng Chuan'er, right? It's annoying me to death. To tell you the truth, you're ranked third. No need to ask. No one will push you out. Just pack up and get ready for school to start in September."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

The old lady beside her was nervous: "How is it?"

She said lightly: "No results."

It wasn't until Dahong's admission notice, registration certificate, and baggage dispatch certificate were mailed to her home that she told her mother, "It passed."

After listening to "Broad Sky" for a day, I felt that passing the exam was even better than passing the doctoral thesis. At least after taking many detours, I still had the ability to personally remove the barriers that hindered her.

Her classmate Meng Chuaner didn't take it all in, and she doesn't take it in now either, because this little brat doesn't go to class at all. After reading through the textbook, she shamelessly went to CCTV to serve tea and edit the film, and then worked as a writer and director to follow in the filming of the documentary.

, or just spend the whole day in the school library.

She was such a person, not only did she not like to be left behind by others, but she also ran ahead of others every step of the way. Later, when everyone was busy submitting resumes for interviews and making plans for her graduation, she found Southern Department Time Weekly on her own.

The editor-in-chief of the company came directly to the door and barged in. He said something to the editor-in-chief: "Give me a month and I will work for you for free. After one month, if I can do it, you can accept it. If it doesn't work, I will leave."

The editor-in-chief was drinking tea at the time. After hearing these words, his tongue was burned. He quickly dropped the tea cup on the table and hissed a few times: "Okay, I haven't seen a fresh graduate like you in so many years. One month is

Right? I'll give you the opportunity, so take advantage of it."

Then Meng Chuan'er began to face a completely unfamiliar field. You must know that she used to watch the news and pay attention to whose dog climbed into the tree, whose owner came back to hide outside the window and fell to death without standing firm, and whose daughter-in-law fell to death.

My husband introduced me to my concubine for a threesome, and it turns out that she is gay.

A-shares, B-shares, red chips, blue chips, banks and insurance funds are all ignored. However, Time Weekly is a cutting-edge media that has made rapid progress in this field. After many years, it has cultivated many well-known journalists in the industry and is known as the news

The "Whampoa Military Academy" in the world.

After joining, her first article was to write about the story of Ping An Bank's acquisition of Shenzhen Development Bank. She didn't know anything about these two banks, and she was even more confused about how to do it.

But this emotion passed in less than a day. She didn't have time to be angry about her incompetence for too long. The next day, she began to read all the important financial reports and topic selections in the past, as well as the background information of the two banks, and then said hello

I didn’t even rush into those two banks for interviews.
Chapter completed!