In the evening, I sternly refused Cheng Hua's request to help me apply medicine and take a bath, and I lay on the bed dazed with sweat and sticky.
I am as eager to succeed as all young people who still have passion. Although, I didn’t have a specific model for success before. Now that I think about it, it may be from a reporter to an editor, then a senior editor, and then the director of the editorial department. , and then the editor-in-chief, when he retires, he slowly retires with all the fulfillment of being a newspaperman.
But if the above are my ideals, I need to rely on Cheng Hua for the first step from reporter to editor, which makes me very sad. If I only rely on my personal relationship with him to write an interview, I will still I feel that I have seized the opportunity, but now that even the manuscript is written by him for me, I can't find the joy of being successful soon.
Just now, before leaving get off work in the evening, the director actually called me personally, praised my manuscript and film, and said that he had already told the deputy editor that if the manuscript can achieve the expected results after publication, I can immediately transfer it to the editor. I really want to feel the joy. After all, being an editor is what I have always pursued. However, the current causal relationship has made me unprecedentedly depressed.
I was thinking, maybe if one day I succeed, others will say that she was the reporter who wrote Cheng Hua's manuscript. It's like having a celebrity parent who is forever fixed as the child of so-and-so. This possible scene makes me very anxious.
And it turns out that my hunch was right.
On the third day, I was able to walk with a limp. Although the hip joints were still slightly sore, it was completely within the tolerable range.
In the past three days, I haven't said a word to Cheng Hua. No matter what he said, I kept silent. He looked a little annoyed, "Momo, what's the matter? Is it about the manuscript? If you must publish the article you wrote, I have no objection. I will go to negotiate with Wei Jie? Are you unhappy? You want, um, I admit our relationship? But, you didn’t agree to be with me? If you agree now, can I announce it at the development conference? Momo, you speak , what exactly do you want me to do?"
When I saw the slight pained expression on his beautiful, outrageous face, I thought, maybe I should go and watch his movies. As an actor with idol-like looks, he is really blessed.
I'm a bit reluctant to think about the purpose of his performance in front of me. Or it has no purpose, just to tease me for fun. Even, I thought about it, maybe he is a little sincere, after all, we have known each other for almost twenty years, I hate him so much that I hate showing some affection, not to mention, I have been the "Jie Yuhua" for him for so long ".
However, I doubt that once I really have my heart for him, he will put on that frivolous and disgusting face and say: "Look, Momo, I know you have always liked me." Feel free to think this way for yourself, but saying it in front of my face is too much for me.
He did such a thing.
When I was in the second grade of high school, I was at the age of the so-called sixteen-year-old blooming season.
That Cheng Hua with a disastrous face has gone through his ugliest age of bean sprouts. Of course, his ugliness is only relative to himself, compared to other peers, he has always been very good-looking Human hair.
He began to completely break away from Zhengtai's good looks, and now he has a man's demeanor, his figure with wide shoulders, thin waist and narrow hips has begun to take shape, and the original bright smiling face has added some charm.
After returning from the winter vacation that year, besides becoming more mature, he suddenly treated me very well, from the inside out. It's not just about acting like a gentleman to outsiders. When facing me at the same table alone, she was also extraordinarily gentle and caring. He fetched water and bought food for me, was on duty for me, handed in all my homework on time, neither copied mine nor stole mine, and even helped me with my Chinese homework that I needed to collect and finished counting for me. Put it on the table.
He asked me every day, "Momo, why do you hate me?"
From being confident at the beginning, I gradually became powerless. One day, I realized that I really couldn't hate him a little bit.
One day after that, I received a note, which was written in very neat Song typeface, "Momo, I like you." I couldn't tell if it was Cheng Hua from the handwriting, but the person who called me that in class Only him.
Filled with joy and anticipation, I took the note and asked him, "Cheng Hua, did you put this in my schoolbag?"
He looked at me softly, smiled lightly, all my psychological defenses slowly fell apart, and I almost forgot all his evil deeds before.
He said, "What if I say I didn't write it?"
My hand holding the note trembled a little, and I quietly crushed the note into a ball while hiding behind me, and said, "Oh, I'm just asking... In fact, it doesn't matter who wrote it, I'm going to hand it over to the teacher..."
"Really?" He said, curling up a half-length strand of my hair with his fingers, and gently stroking it. I held my breath and looked up at him, his eyes were a bit melancholy, "Then I won't admit that I wrote it, and you won't accept it anyway, you'll just tell the teacher."
"Is it you? Is that you?" I was so excited that I grabbed his hand and shook it.
"It's me...don't you tell the teacher?" he asked.
I nodded expectantly, and he suddenly laughed, which made me very baffled, "Look, Momo, I knew you liked me, and what you said about hating me before was just trying to cover it up. You and those who wrote to me The girl with the note is no different, but you know how to hide yourself better. Well, Momo, go to the teacher." He said, turning around with a smile.
It took me a while to recover, and I gritted my teeth and said, "You misunderstood me. I mean, you wrote it, so I won't hand it over to the teacher, but directly to the director of the political and educational department!"
He winked back at me, smiling even more hatefully.
After all, I didn't hand in that note to anyone, so what's the use of handing it in? If I insist that he gave it to me, I'm afraid I will become an even bigger laughing stock.
At this moment, I'm not sure that Cheng Hua is still as childish as before, but even if there is only one tenth possibility, I'm not willing to take the risk. Why do I have to fall in the same pit so many times? So what about the handsomeness of the pit boss, it is also a pit after all.
So after three days of silence, after Cheng Hua was forced by sister Wei to shoot the cover of the album, I walked away on my knees. Even though it was daytime, I still walked for a long time to get a car, and walked for a long time , Let my affected area hurt a little again. However, I am not going to continue to be that patient at Cheng Hua's house. I'm afraid I'm really going to be sick.
After I arrived at the newspaper office, I finally realized that my previous premonition was not only unfounded, but also an oversimplified estimate of the facts.
After the article about Cheng Hua was published, the circulation of the newspaper hit a new high that day, and the reprint rate of other media, especially the Internet media, also reached an unprecedented high. What about purple? The leader of the newspaper specially interviewed me for this, and even gave me a lot of money. I was sad and happy to get the bonus, but what happened next drove me even more crazy.
Because of the crazy reprint rate of the article about Cheng Hua in our newspaper, even the ratings of the satellite TV have increased. The viewers who are waiting to watch the TV series that Cheng Hua will allocate are calling the TV station every day, asking what the hell is going on. time to play.
Then the leader of the TV station approached our leader, and wanted to ask which reporter with great powers could interview Cheng Hua and write such a detailed interview. After all, Cheng Hua was always very low-key and mysterious in the past, and everything about him The interview has never gone beyond the scope of his works, and my manuscript not only tells the trajectory of his growth, but even announces the type of girl he likes.
The intention of the TV station leader was probably to use my personal relationship to ask Cheng Hua to do a TV interview. Our local satellite TV also has a star interview show, but the ratings have not been satisfactory, so I want to take this opportunity to get popular, but whether it is through the agent The company still went through the film crew, but they couldn't get an appointment with Cheng Hua.
The leader of the TV station and the leader of our newspaper office are two college classmates, and they are especially gossips when they get together, so the leader of the TV station heard from our leader that Cheng Hua and I have known each other for a long time, so they changed their minds immediately. , I am not going to challenge Cheng Hua's difficulty, so I will do an exclusive interview with the title "Stories Cheng Hua and I Have to Tell".
If I didn't pay my bonus with the leader in my pocket, I would really be able to scold my mother on the spot.
What kind of leadership level is this? Otherwise, why the local satellite TV has been tepid. This is obviously a problem with the leader's IQ. What other stories do I have to tell Cheng Hua? Most of the stories between me and Cheng Hua were stories that I wouldn't tell even if I was beaten to death. However, in order to save face and avoid embarrassment, I had no choice but to tell the TV station leader, how about I ask Cheng Hua for him if there is any schedule to record an exclusive interview with the TV station recently, anyway, he should be in the local area for a while.
Then, that guy Cheng Hua agreed very happily.
Afterwards, Sister Wei asked me inexplicably, "Your family is now in the stage of matriarchal society? He listens to what you say? Then you let him go on DD Satellite TV's Happy Story, and he won't be on other variety shows if he doesn't. All the first-line artists in the country have been on that show, and he won't listen to what I say, so I'll leave it to you. Later, I'll directly transfer the money for the next endorsement commercial he accepts to your account."
Weijie has already transferred Cheng Hua's income to my account, which is almost a spoken word, so I had no choice but to say again: "I really hope that all his money will be transferred to my account, but Weijie, the two of us It's really not a family."
Sister Wei gave me a thumbs-up: "Good girl, just say that, if the relationship between the two of you is exposed in the future, you will bite to death, just say so!"
Then Cheng Hua went to record Happy Story again.
So, I also made a name for myself.
All of a sudden, the news leaked out somehow. Media reporters from all over the country found various contacts to ask me for Cheng Hua's contact information, or to help me contact Cheng Hua for an interview. In particular, at an awards ceremony that Cheng Hua participated in, after I was the only reporter who could enter the infield dressing room to interview him, I suddenly became Cheng Hua's exclusive reporter.
Colleagues in the industry call me Dongrina in the entertainment industry.
God, why did I suddenly become Dongrina? I looked in the mirror at my only slap-sized face that I could be proud of, and I wanted to cry without tears. It would be great if I was really Dongrina, anyway, I am facing a world champion, even if it is a world champion who has collapsed on my own stage, I have to respect it. Cheng Hua is nothing but a celebrity who has been popular for a year or two. With the current speed of the entertainment industry bringing forth new ones, at most another two years, it will be a thing of the past.
But everyone thinks this is a kind of praise, so now even my colleagues in the newspaper office have nicknamed me and call me Xiaodong affectionately. The only exception is Liu Tao, who still calls me Momo.
I have said before that Liu Tao is a god-like existence in my life.
He is the only person whose attitude towards me has hardly changed after I have gone through these things, and he is also the only one who will not bring up Cheng Hua within three sentences of chatting with me. love him. What's more, after I was officially promoted to editor, he also offered to invite me to dinner to celebrate. If it weren't for the crowds at that time, I really wanted to go up and hug him. He's the only one who at this juncture is eating me because of me, not some other bad guy.