Dear girl

In a small town under the jurisdiction of Ningzhou, at seven o'clock in the morning, the hazy mist like a veil has not yet dissipated. The thin and moist mist tells people that winter is coming soon.

A tall figure broke through the mist, his hat was pressed down very low, and his mask was blacker than the night.He was wearing a navy blue down jacket and an expensive watch on his left wrist.

The streets on the west side of the town are the only way to the school, so the shops open earlier than the streets on the east side.There are not many people in the small town. In order to earn more money, the owner of the small supermarket not only sells daily necessities, but also buys a lot of entertainment magazines and postcards that girls love to read. Of course, there are also Iron Man and Spiderman that boys like. Figures, but that's not enough, he also sold breakfast, plus a public phone booth.

He Wei walked to the small supermarket, took off his mask, and smiled at the boss: "One pancake with two slices of bacon, thank you."

"Okay." The boss grabbed an egg. This town is too small, and there are familiar faces all year round. "The young man is not a local."

"You've seen it all." He Wei said in a lower voice, "To tell you the truth, I'm a policeman, and I'm here to chase a fugitive. If you see any suspicious people in the past two days, please Help me pay attention."

The boss suddenly felt a heavy responsibility and nodded repeatedly.

He Wei took the pancake fruit, took a bite, opened the door of the telephone booth, took out a note from his jacket pocket, and dialed it while saying: "1, 3, 7..."

**

Xia Yao felt very tired, as if she hadn't had a good rest for a long time, but she had indeed rested for a long time.In addition to closing the door, washing hands, etc., my mind was in a mess. At one moment, I felt that there were many things waiting for her to do, and at the same time, I felt that there was no point in doing anything.Before going to bed, Xia Yao thought back to the time when she registered for the university. At that time, she was still standing outside the gate of this industry. Since she pushed it away, shouldn't she do something?

It seems that journalists have become an unpopular profession in recent years. Its appearance is similar to that of digging the victim's privacy in pursuit of attention on TV, or reporting that the case is still under investigation but it is inconvenient to disclose it to the outside world. The situation, or entertainment journals who want to dig up celebrities' private information by any means.Of course, there are slavish kneeling and licking reports, and the behavior of not calling the police with criminal evidence, asking for public relations fees, and eating human blood steamed buns to increase attention, etc...

They depart from the lofty words of fairness and impartiality, and the professional responsibility of this industry is precisely to ensure that the news is true, comprehensive, objective and impartial.This is supposed to be a respected profession, but how did it end up with the reputation of being a "shit stirrer".Those predecessors who fought in the front line are great but unknown, and bad things are always easy to spread thousands of miles.

If a country is a ship sailing on the sea, journalists are the lookouts standing on the bow. He has to observe everything on the endless sea, examine the unpredictable winds and clouds, shoals and hidden reefs at sea, and issue warnings in time.

—Joseph Pulitzer.

Xia Yao asked herself if she could not reach such a height, but the high mountain looked up and the scenery stopped, although she couldn't reach it, she yearned for it.She devoted herself to this glorious profession with great enthusiasm. It is ridiculous to say that people do not believe it, but her original intention is indeed to safeguard the dignity of life and social justice.

Xia Yao closed her eyes, full of thoughts, what can she do?Her strength is so small.

Song Xinci was on the side, thinking that Xia Yao was asleep, so he leaned over and kissed Xia Yao's forehead.When Xia Yao opened her eyes, Song Xinci was already lying on her side, hugging her and closing her eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xia Yao's mouth, Song Xinci is her happiest thing recently, no, not recently, it has always been.

It was late at night, and Xia Yao was slowly falling asleep, doing news in her dreams.

The body floated lightly into the air, and a few meters below was a person whose face was covered and tied to a chair. It looked like a woman.The kidnapper called and told her family that the ransom was 300 billion, and they had to collect it tomorrow morning, and they were not allowed to call the police, otherwise they would tear up the ticket.Oh, 300 billion, what a big tone.Then the phone rang, and the leader said it was big news. Xia Yao watched her fall, rushed in front of the kidnapper with a microphone, and asked indignantly, "Why do you want to be a kidnapper? Are you worthy of your mother?" Then the kidnapper hugged her Headache crying, disappeared into the night.The woman on the chair took off her mask, untied the hemp rope that bound her body, stood up and looked at her complainingly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now." It's not really complaining, there are twitching eyes smile.

Xia Yao's microphone fell to the ground, rolled around and made a noise, then she woke up and found that the phone was vibrating.

Xia Yao grabbed the phone, covered the speaker below, glanced at Song Xinci, she didn't wake up, she was relieved, and got off the bed lightly.

All the way to the kitchen, the caller ID was a landline number, still vibrating.It can't be a liar, can it?Which promotion is so early.

Xia Yao picked up the phone and whispered, "Hello."

He Wei was eating pancakes over there: "Sister Xia?"

The person who called her that, Xia Yao: "Mr. He?"

He Wei's joking tone: "You are still so polite to a fugitive."

Xia Yao gently closed the kitchen door: "What's the matter?"

He Wei was a little more serious, leaning against the phone booth, with a sad look on his face, but his tone was still calm: "You know about Jiu Jie."

It was because of this that Xia Yao thought so much before going to bed: "...um."

"I didn't want to be troublesome at first—" He Wei glanced at the outside of the phone booth, and the fog was slowly dissipating, "Let me just say it, because Jiujie provoked someone she shouldn't have ended up in, everyone said The people in the night scene are weak, but we are different, I am an old friend with her for many years, I can't watch her die in vain."

After a pause for a few seconds: "My hometown is about two hours' drive away from Yangchuan. I have made an agreement with my family. You go to them and they will give you the account book and the proxy shareholding agreement."

After a pause for a few more seconds: "You know how to go, I heard from Ninth Sister that you are a reporter."

"Well, I will go." Xia Yao thought for a while, "What about you?"

"Me?" He Wei smiled, "Surrender yourself. Also, remember, you must never call the police first, report it first, and then call the police."

Hearing He Wei's words, Xia Yao felt that the matter was not simple: "Yes."

He Wei: "Thank you on behalf of Ninth Sister." After speaking, he gave the address and hung up the phone.

Xia Yao silently read the address twice in her heart and wrote it down.

At this time, Song Xinci yelled in the living room: "Sister Yao."

Xia Yao pushed open the kitchen door and went out. Seeing Song Xinci, her eyes were still half-closed, she was in a daze, and she was still asleep. Afraid that she would knock her down, she hurried forward and held Song Xinci's arm: "What's wrong?" ?”

Song Xinci threw herself into Xia Yao's arms, her voice sounded soft and soft, and seemed to be a little bit milky, and she closed her eyes: "I thought you were going to close the door again..."

"No." Xia Yao rubbed Song Xinci's hair, "Go back to sleep?"

Song Xinci rested his head on Xia Yao's shoulder and did not answer.

Xia Yao asked softly, "New words?"

Song Xinci didn't speak.

So Xia Yao stood in the living room for 10 minutes with Song Xinci in her arms.

"Pfft——" Song Xinci laughed out loud, stood up and patted Xia Yao's face, "Good morning, sister Yao." He said in a very embarrassed way, "Actually, I woke up and just wanted to hug you for a while .”

No wonder it's embarrassing, it must be pretending, the real thing is to see Xia Yao's reaction.

Xia Yao's ears turned red again, and she pursed her lips: "...Oh."

Song Xinci: "Oh?" What the hell is that...

Xia Yao straightened Song Xinci's messy hair: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Song Xinci laughed: "I want to eat you."

Xia Yao thought for a while: "It seems to be breaking the law..."

"Here and again—" Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao, "You know that's not what I meant."

Xia Yao's "innocent" eyes: "I don't know."

Song Xinci: "You know."

"I do not know."

"you know."

"Okay, let's eat porridge." Xia Yao turned around and walked to the kitchen again.

"Pfft—" Song Xinci chased after him, "What will happen if you bite me, I don't have any infectious diseases."

Xia Yao blinked her eyes: "It will be poisoned..."

Song Xinci: "what?"

Xia Yao: "My heart is poisoned... Poisons are addictive."

"Haha..." Song Xinci patted Xia Yao on the shoulder, "One hundred points, one hundred points."

Xia Yao rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas and raised her arms, revealing her smooth and fair skin: "Come on, I'll give you a bite."

Song Xinci held Xia Yao's arm, leaned over and took a bite, got up and slammed his mouth twice: "Strawberry flavor..."

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