It was a hot summer afternoon, although the air conditioner in the office was very cool and pleasant, but at this moment, my head was still dripping with sweat.
At this moment, the time in the lower right corner of the computer is mercilessly showing 15:25, and I am struggling with the manuscript that will be published before four o'clock today in front of the computer.
You know, as a liberal arts graduate, I don't know anything about economics, but since I was assigned to the Economics Special Issue Department, I can only work hard to get through all the tricks I don't understand. Because, on the first day I came, the director of the editorial department made it clear during the meeting that "every reporter should be an expert in his own field." Five ranks. At this moment, I can only be thankful that at least I was not assigned to the Current Affairs Department, otherwise, facing the international and domestic political situation and the complicated political situation, I must have lost the point.
The office is very chaotic, and it is always chaotic in the last period before the publication of the manuscript. From time to time, there will be all kinds of miserable wailing and anxious complaints from every corner. Some people are on the verge of despair, some are walking on the verge of collapse, and Those who have finally finished their manuscripts are by no means what normal people should look like. You can always hear the desolation in their seemingly joyful laughter.
And now, I belong to the desperate group.
Regarding this interview with a famous researcher at the Institute of Economics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, I have almost finished a full-on character interview, which involves his wife, parents, children, and even many of his personal hobbies. No decent economic point of view. If it was posted on the People's Edition, I believe it would be a good article, but in the Economic Special Issue, the current situation looks like this article is undoubtedly rubbish.
I repeatedly listened to the key words he mentioned in the interview recording, but the more I listened, the more confused I became. I admit that this is indeed the reason why my previous homework was too sloppy. However, I didn't have any interest in these at first, and the manuscripts I wrote in the past were just manuscripts on economic dynamics, which didn't involve any advanced theories, so I was caught temporarily writing this, and this is the situation at the moment , It cannot but be said that it is very worthy of sympathy.
Coincidentally, in the suddenly chaotic office at this moment, after a moment of silence, there was another small-scale outbreak. Male and female colleagues from all directions suddenly put down their work and flocked to the desk next to me. girl. Inexplicably, I turned my head slightly to take a look, and found that she was holding four concert tickets in her hand, and everyone came here for these tickets.
I was almost pushed away from my computer by people who came to snatch tickets, which made me very irritable who was already anxious about the manuscript, especially when I heard that the tickets they were snatching up turned out to be Cheng Hua's concert tickets, and even more so. Make me angry. In a fit of rage, I slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Do you have any sense of the most basic human aesthetics? Are you rushing to hear Cheng Hua's concert?"
As soon as my words came out, the whole world fell silent in an instant.
Satisfied, I pushed away the apparently dull people who had invaded my territory, returned my chair to the computer, and continued to wrestle with my manuscript. Then I heard the exclamation behind me with satisfaction, and felt that my mood was very bright. Other people's mood was no better than mine, which made me feel much happier in an instant.
The considerate clerk sister stroked my head and comforted me: "Okay, Momo, I know you're anxious if you can't write the manuscript, but we can't take our anger out on Cheng Hua, how perfect is that?" boy."
I held back the feeling of wanting to vomit, rolled my eyes fiercely, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, turned my chair around and said, "Sister Xu, please don't use the word perfect to describe a scum, okay?"
After being quiet for a while, the colleagues who were already full of sympathy because of Sister Xu's words and didn't want to care about me, now got angry and gathered around to protest.
"Cheng Hua has never had any gossip since his debut, such a clean-cut person, how can you say he is a scum?"
"Yes, he cares about disadvantaged groups and public welfare undertakings. He is upright and low-key. How can you say that about such a good artist?"
"He sings well, acts well, looks good, and he's not proud at all. Where can I find such a perfect star?"
They beat me up one after another, and in normal times, maybe I, a good girl who is so kind to others, would give up the confrontation and announce in a kind manner that I just made a slip of the tongue just now. However, at this moment, for my aunt, who is a grumpy woman who has no clue about the manuscript due to be handed in 20 minutes later. There is no more hearty venting that makes me more happy. So, I couldn't control my mouth and started talking.
"Why don't you say that you are ignorant masses? The aura of stars is created by the economic company, okay? Is there such a perfect person in the world? You are not just ignorant." I said disdainfully.
"Then tell me, what evidence do you have that Cheng Hua is a scum?" A more disdainful voice came out. I knew it was Xiao Zuo's voice. She has always been a loyal fan of Cheng Hua. I know, so in this office, I used to avoid hearing them talk about Cheng Hua to prevent myself from getting angry, but now I can't bear it anymore.
"Ha, I have been at the same table with him since elementary school. Since then, he has never failed to copy my answers in an exam. The most annoying thing is that after being caught by the teacher, he can still blame me for his mistakes. , said that I insisted on giving him the paper. Well, I won’t mention the things when I was too young. In middle school, he slept in class and didn’t listen to the lecture, but he stole my hard-working notes before the exam, and I failed in the end. But he got more than 90 points in the test. If I hadn’t accidentally found my notebook in his schoolbag, he would have never admitted it. He smoked in high school and asked me to steal my father’s cigarettes. Out of friendship among classmates, I I stole it from him, but after the Dong Chuang incident happened, he categorically denied that he asked me to do it, which caused me to be beaten up by my father for the first time in my life, and..."
I hadn't finished my impassioned words, but I was satisfied to hear the sound of gasps around me. My heart was filled with joy. Every time I was able to expose Cheng Hua's ugly face in public, I felt a sincere sense of justice spontaneously. In an instant, you can find the feeling of being full of blood and boiling when you were still a young literary and artistic youth.
However, my satisfaction didn't last long. Immediately, someone interrupted me very calmly and pointedly pointed out: "Okay, Momo, before you make up nonsense, please understand the situation first? You are twenty-five years old. And Cheng Hua is already twenty-seven, can you explain how you two have been sitting at the same table since elementary school?"
"Yes." "Yes." "Really, Momo, you are enough!"
My explanation was immediately drowned in the sound of crusades. In the end, they probably felt that there was no value in continuing the discussion with a cowhide king like me, so they simply shouted and went back to grab tickets from the table next to me. care about me.
"He was in poor health. He took a year off due to illness in the first grade. Later, he couldn't keep up with his studies and was repeated for another year. So we happened to be classmates in the second grade. What's so hard to understand?" I still did not give up. But he never got their attention back.
Only the kind-hearted sister Xu touched my hair kindly again and said: "Okay, poor Momo, I know you are in a bad mood, it's okay, the manuscript will be edited by the editor later when it is published. Today is Liu Tao's class, he will definitely help you, so you don't have to be so discouraged. But you don't make up Cheng Hua anymore, why is he in poor health? He is the main player of the star football team and is also a member of the International Youth Fund. I have been a health ambassador in the China region for several years. Character is such a nihilistic thing, if you just talk about it, you may be so soft that you can believe it. It’s so obvious whether your body is good or bad. Who would believe you if you talk so nonsense?"
Sister Xu's words made me very sad.
Ever since I was a child, I have always said bad things about Cheng Hua. No one believed it. Everyone thought that if one of us must be a bad boy, it must be me, not Cheng Hua. In terms of understanding, even my parents are no exception.
However, Sister Xu's words gave me a little light. Yes, Liu Tao, he is a god-like existence in my life, my mess can always be left to him to finish, if I had thought earlier that he is my editor today, I would not have been so irritable just now.
So, I once again disdainfully glanced at those colleagues next to me who seemed to have forgotten that the deadline is coming soon, but just scrambled for tickets like crazy, I could only sympathize and silently said "Silly X", and then continued to go back Finish the manuscript, since someone can correct it for me, then I just need to deal with it and finish it.
Four o'clock. After the manuscript was put into the net, I stood up easily and walked towards Liu Tao. Watching the rest of my colleagues scratching their heads and begging the editors for mercy, I was filled with joy. This is the fate of being infatuated with Cheng Hua, I can only say that they suffer the consequences themselves.
When I arrived, Liu Tao was reading my manuscript. His shallow but graceful eyebrows are slightly frowned, his good-looking eyes are narrowed, and his thin lips are tightly pursed, which makes him look very charming, but at this moment, I have no time to be impressed by his charm, just Neng whispered embarrassingly: "Mr. Liu, I'm really sorry. I can only write this manuscript like this. It's too professional. I can't write it. Please help me to correct it."
When Liu Tao heard my voice and raised his head, his brows instantly relaxed and he laughed. Now, the sky in the whole office became clear, and I easily forgave his ignorant colleagues for misunderstanding me just now, and there was no more haze in my heart.
"Momo, I really shouldn't let you be wronged in the economic department. You see, your writing is so good, whether you go to the supplement department or the fashion department, you have more room to play. If this article of yours is used as an exclusive interview, There is really nothing to blame, even if you go to the entertainment department, you can achieve a lot. It's a pity that you are limited to fields that you are not interested in at all, so that you can't display your talents." Liu Tao said gently.
He is the most chatty person in the entire editorial department. He can make scolding words as pleasant as praises. For example, what he said just now is actually to say that my manuscript does not meet the requirements of the Ministry of Economic Affairs. . However, he still makes me feel very happy.
I shyly put the hair hanging from my ears behind my ears and said shyly: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your compliment, but I think I can only do what I like to do if I do well what the leader asked me to do. "
"Hehe. Momo's mentality has always been the best. But if one day the boss finds out your strengths and transfers you away, I really can't bear it." Liu Tao smiled at me at last, and has already started to go back and revise the manuscript for me.
As for me, I could only grab the back of his chair fiercely, because I was afraid that if I let go, my whole body would float up.