child prodigy at eighty

Song Shiyu and his seniors are not busy with their classes now, and he wants to experience in the counterpart unit, so he directly asks for a week off.This time he really experienced what a reporter is.

If you say that he is also a journalism major, he suddenly discovered that what he learned in school is completely different from practice, and he is not as tall as he thought he was.

Let’s just say that the reporter he is talking to is not a big reporter, but he is the kind who has been in the newspaper office for several years. Such a person has a more intuitive understanding of the newspaper office.

Reporter Yu was in charge of news related to people's livelihood. He took Song Shiyu to seven places and seven news stories in one day. There were reports of broken sewer pipes, food problems for five-guarantee households, reports of manhole covers being stolen and children falling into them, and waste collection for starting a business. Yes, anyway, there are always trivial matters, and none of them are related to national laws or other major matters.But what made him gratified was that everyone saw that their reporters were very respectful, even after running for a day, their legs became thinner.

Going back to the office does not mean that you can take a break and have to write a manuscript.He had to write these random things into news articles. Originally, if he was an official reporter, he would hand in the articles himself, but since he is now a non-staff member, he handed them all over to Reporter Yu.In order to appear more dedicated and publish more manuscripts, he wrote seventeen or eight manuscripts of various versions in one go, but in the end, all of them were rejected.

All failed.

He, a college student majoring in journalism, spent a day on trivial matters, and in the end all his manuscripts were scrapped. He couldn't be more depressed.

"How about the first day?" Gu Weifeng wrung out a towel and wiped his sweaty face.

"It's okay." Song Shiyu gritted his teeth and said, and let him move without moving.He wanted to collapse on the sofa and sleep now, he was really tired.

It's not that he hasn't been tired, but it's completely different from this one, with a sense of frustration that he doesn't know where to use it.

"Then continue tomorrow?"

"Go on." He said harshly.He still doesn't believe it, and his manuscript won't be published in the newspaper?

"Okay." Gu Weifeng patted his head, his eyes darkened.

He rushed over early the next morning, but he sat in the office all morning waiting for clues, and had to go out in the afternoon to look for clues. He was exhausted all day and couldn't find any news worth reporting. No feeling at all.

It was almost like these two days for several days in a row. He was very busy, even if he was waiting for clues, he had to write a manuscript, and he had no time to think about anything else all day long.

Moreover, there is competition. After the reform of the newspaper industry, the performance is directly linked to the reporting rate of manuscripts. If you are not active, you will have no money. Everyone is either running news or writing manuscripts. One is busier than the other.Seeing that other people's manuscripts have been reported, but I can't produce decent things, that kind of feeling is definitely not good.

Song Shiyu is busy every day, you must know that he still has a not too small company to take care of, even if there are not many things, there must be three or five things in one day.Especially the negotiating and signing of the agreement, he had to deal with it, and he had to ask for leave to deal with it. He moved all the other things that could be moved to the evening, so don't mention that.I can't wait to give birth to eight hands and two heads, and work in 48 hours a day.

This was completely different from the job he had imagined. The gap was so big that he thought he had gone to a fake school.

Gu Weifeng was heartbroken to see him so tired, but he never said that we would stop running. He knew that this was related to Song Shiyu's own future direction, and he couldn't hold back.

He is busy with work, but he has done everything he can do in life, and he will never let Xiao San worry about it.If you don't have time to go out to eat, you can do it differently every day. The bath water is dried early, the dirty clothes don't need to be done by him, and Song Xiaosan has nothing to do with changing the sheets.Song Xiaosan is in charge of work, eating and sleeping.

But even so, Gu Weifeng still felt that it was not enough, his mistress was already haggard.

When Song Shiyu's manuscript was finally submitted, and the one-week apprenticeship time was up, he didn't know whether he should be happy, exhausted physically and mentally.

The reporter was still very reluctant to part with the job, because this person is so easy to use, much more capable than the interns he has supervised, and he is a material for doing things.

When he got home at night, he began to think about it, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was not going to work.If he really becomes a reporter, his future life will be like this, every day is like a war, and he may be even busier. Can he still take care of it?

It is obvious that he must be too busy, and the result is that he must give up one end. Human energy is limited, and he cannot take care of everything.

He doesn't want to give up his major, he still wants to participate in the journalism industry; it is even more impossible to give up the company in his hand, but under such a busy situation, he must have a choice, and he is not happy to give up any one.

Now he has to think about the insurance research.After all, the time to go to school can be better, especially for graduate students, so it doesn't delay his company's affairs at all.After graduating from graduate school, he can do some relatively less busy journalism careers. He wants to have both fish and bear's paws, so he didn't waste his major.

"You won." Song Shiyu strolled along the avenue, with the kind of long-lost relaxation on his body.

"I didn't bet with you again, what do you win?"

"I know you want me to go to graduate school. Isn't this arrangement just to make me quit?" Song Shiyu smiled and glanced at him, but he was still grateful in his heart.He allowed himself to see the contradiction between the two things early, and avoided the days when he was flying around with his head full of bags. It can be said to be well-intentioned.

"There's no harm in going to school more." Gu Weifeng smiled, seeing his high spirits and being filled with joy in his heart.

"Yeah, I'm still young anyway. Also, don't feed me like this anymore, I'm getting fat." Song Shiyu squeezed the flesh on his waist through his clothes, and he didn't lose any flesh in a week of hard work, not to mention gaining three catties. This is really a sad thing.

"Where is it fat? Let me see?" As he spoke, Gu Weifeng touched his bum with his upper hand, "Not fat."

"Fuck you, don't touch your lame eyes." Song Shiyu slapped his hand away with anger on his face.

"Okay, okay." He rubbed his fingers quietly, feeling great.

"By the way, I won't be at home for dinner tonight, don't wait for me." Song Shiyu said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Gu Weifeng looked at him in surprise.

"Didn't you say you wanted to thank Wei Shiying last time? He went back to Hong Kong and never thanked Cheng. Tonight, I happened to have an appointment. I'll treat him to dinner."

"I'll be with you." Gu Weifeng rang the alarm, and ran to have dinner with his rival, is that okay?Does this guy have any self-consciousness about being someone else's boyfriend?

Looking at the indifferent look on his face, it's obvious that he doesn't.

"I invited him to dinner, so you don't want to participate, or you will fight again." Song Shiyu didn't want a meal full of gun|drug flavor.

Gu Weifeng was so angry that he got a headache, so what are you talking about at this time?What can he do in the face of a boyfriend who has no self-consciousness at all?Be careful not to stick to it.

He smiled helplessly, "Don't underestimate me. I promise not to make noise. I have to think about your safety."

"Just let Ge Yougen follow." Song Shiyu still didn't understand what he cared about, so he said indifferently.

"I'm your boyfriend now. Do you think it's appropriate for you to have dinner with your suitor and not let me follow?" Gu Weifeng couldn't help but said sourly.

It's good that Gu Weifeng didn't mention this, but Song Shiyu's brain went crazy when he mentioned it: "Shall we not talk about it?"

Gu Weifeng smiled at him and put his hands on his shoulders, "Then I will actually act."

Song Shiyu vomited blood, he was really tricked by him.

"Let's go." Gu Weifeng didn't have the slightest intention to take a step back, he took his shoulders and led him forward.

Gu Weifeng insisted on going, and Song Shiyu had no choice but to take him to this embarrassing thank you banquet.

Let’s not talk about Gu Weifeng’s deliberate or unintentional encroachment during the period. Anyway, Wei Shiying rolled his eyes, showing off, waiting for me to kill you.

He smiled and took out an invitation card and sent it to Song Shiyu, "Shiyu, this is an invitation from Mr. Yun of Hong Kong City. He is going to hold a cross-strait calligraphy and painting exhibition in Hong Kong City, and he specially invites you to participate."

"Old Yun? Elder Yun who is outstanding in painting and calligraphy? He wants to develop?" Song Shiyu asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's the [-]nd of next month, and you're on holiday. Mr. Yun admires your calligraphy very much. Knowing that I know you, I must deliver the post to you, and he also said that you must participate." Wei Shiying smiled , not forgetting to cast a provocative glance at Gu Weifeng.

"Okay, I will definitely participate. I wish for this kind of event." Although Song Shiyu thinks that being able to write with a calligraphy brush is not a great skill, but it is definitely a great skill to write at the level of Yun Lao, and it is impossible for anyone without great wisdom and sages to reach that level , and his freehand flower-and-bird paintings are also at the pinnacle, and he admires them very much.

"Then I'll book you a plane ticket."

"No, we will prepare it ourselves." Gu Weifeng gritted his teeth and said.Grandma, he didn't sleep last night and planned to go out to play on the eleventh, and let this kid take advantage of the loopholes if he didn't pay attention.

"Mr. Yun has recently drawn another proud picture..."

"Really? If I have a chance, I will appreciate it."

"No problem, leave it to me." After finishing speaking, he leaned forward mysteriously, "I can also secretly show you Wei Rentie that Lao Yun collected."

"Can you borrow Wei Rentie?" This is not an ordinary thing. It has been exhibited on TV, but few people have seen the real work.Although it can't be compared with Shixue Kuaiqing's post, it is also quite rare. It is a treasure in their calligraphy world, so it is precious.

"Hmm." He lifted his chin proudly.

"Are you always with Yun?"

"That's my uncle."

……

The two of them chatted happily, and unconsciously put Gu Weifeng aside. Gu Weifeng just looked at his courteous rival with such cold eyes, and he had already picked that guy out and beat him up a hundred times in his heart.

"Don't talk too much, the food is cold." Gu Weifeng poured a bowl of soup into Song Shiyu's hand, "This bamboo shoot soup is very fresh."

How could Song Shiyu still be in the mood to drink soup now, Hun'er was hooked away by that "Wei Rentie", and he didn't even know what he was drinking.The thought of seeing Wei Ren posting the original works makes him very happy, and then he is hooked up with Wei Shiying to talk about Yun Lao's collection.

Song Shiyu didn't have the slightest bit of defense at all, what he said was so hot, he was a little fool at all.

Gu Weifeng became a wallflower throughout the night, no, the humanoid air conditioner, the room is chilly even without the air conditioner.

At the time of parting, that Wei Shiying wanted to snatch his third son to sit in his car. He was so ambitious and blatantly robbed Gu Weifeng in front of him, pretending that he didn't exist.

Gu Weifeng put his hand on Song Shiyu's shoulder directly, and looked at him with malicious intentions, "Don't bother, we can go back by ourselves, but you, be careful and be checked by the traffic police for drunk driving."

After returning home and sitting on the sofa, he pretended to be careless and said, "I wanted to take you to experience some excitement during the holiday, but now..."

Song Shiyu asked quite unexpectedly: "What excitement?"

"How about driving a tank and hunting?"

"Tank? Where? Our country's tanks can be driven by you casually?" Song Shiyu's eyes widened.

"What are you thinking? I'm at Lao Maozi's place. It's a rare opportunity. I've already agreed to go on Eleventh. I wanted to give you a surprise, but now you're going to Hong Kong City..."

Song Shiyu was immediately confused, as a man, he couldn't resist the temptation of tanks and hunting.

He likes both of them, but he has already agreed to Wei Shiying, but he doesn't want to give up the other side, so he looks at him anxiously, "How about changing the time?"

"What do you think?"