Chasing the Deer Diary [Rebirth]

In 3022, after graduating from university, Zhu Lu worked as an intern at the New Flower Club for half a year, and just became a regular two months ago.

"Where's Zhu Lu?" Lao Chen raised his eyes from behind his reading glasses, and the three forehead lines folded into an accordion.

"Here, the editor-in-chief called me?" Zhu Lu raised his head from the other side of the busy office, put down the half-written manuscript and hurried over.

The people in their team have practiced a set of unique skills, no matter how chaotic the surroundings are, they can accurately capture the voice of the editor-in-chief, which is as light as a mosquito and often full of dissatisfaction.

"Bring me the manuscript of the little prince of country A." The editor-in-chief said with a frown.

"Editor-in-chief, the deadline for that article is tomorrow..." Zhu Lu defended in a low voice.

"That means you can't get it out? You guys have a few chances to be published, and you haven't prepared in advance. How about it, give it to me before ten o'clock tonight." The editor-in-chief said with a sullen face.

"Editor-in-chief, I have an interview tonight." Zhu Lu groaned.

"Tomorrow morning!" The editor-in-chief was angry, he had never seen such a ignorant kid.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhu Lu nodded his head, seeing that the editor-in-chief had nothing else to do, he immediately slipped back to the computer, recording and clattering to catch up on the manuscript.

Old Chen sighed, and said to the deputy editor at the opposite table: "Young people nowadays are not practical in doing things. They think that having a prestigious school education and overseas experience is a big deal, and they are joking and slick, and they really think they are old fritters. "

The wrinkles around the eyes of Lao Sun, the deputy editor-in-chief, are much more kind than the forehead lines of Lao Chen. He said: "That's because you are too demanding. Now that times have changed, this Zhu Lu looks pretty good to me. Young people, frizzy Somewhat inevitable."

Lao Sun's words are more to the point, but it's still Lao Chen's reasoning—this Zhu Lu is too impetuous.

In fact, he can't be blamed entirely, anyone who is too busy to keep their feet on the ground can't get down.

Zhu Lu was already so sleepy that he had to use a toothpick to support his eyelids, but he couldn't rest yet, so he had to pack his things and go to C University to interview the professor he had appointed, and then come back to write the manuscript.

Their office is comparable to the Harvard library spread on the Internet-putting their heads down at their desks, day and night.

Tonight is another sleepless night.

At four o'clock in the morning, the manuscript was sent to the editor-in-chief's mailbox. Zhu Lu, like a prisoner who had been pardoned, let go of his burden with a long sigh of relief. After that, his young heart felt a burst of fatigue.

It's not just sleepiness, but the suffocation that emerges from the bottom of my heart, and the uncomfortable heartbeat speeds up, as if it wants to end its own working life early.

Two words flashed through Zhu Lu's mind, clutching his heart and lying on the desk - exhaustion.

I don't know how long this life will last.Even if he once expected to live a comfortable life, he was inevitably driven by fate, not to mention he didn't want to just eat and wait to die at a young age.

After returning from exchange and study abroad, the counselor informed me of this internship opportunity.He went to the written test interview with others, and finally stayed in the International News Department as an intern.Although Zhu Lu doesn't have much ambition, he still has a sense of responsibility to complete the work in hand, and he never wants to hold back his colleagues.

After working hard for half a year, their team leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhu, you did a good job. The editor-in-chief agreed to make you a regular."

However, anyone who is self-motivated will not refuse such training.

Zhu Lu touched his heels and gave the team leader a non-standard salute, "Thank you for the organization and cultivation."

The team leader smiled and waved, "Go away, give me the manuscript later."

Zhu Lu quickly rolled away, and since then, whenever he heard the word "foot" in the manuscript, he couldn't help but want to move to the outer edge of the crowd. It would be better if there was a gap to get in.

In this way, he entered hell smoothly, and somehow he was far from his ideal life.

The phone rang so many times in the early morning that Zhu Lu, who was sleeping on the desk with his head tilted, stretched out an arm and patted on the desk looking for the phone.

Putting the screen close to his eyes, he squinted his eyes to see the word "Editor-in-Chief" and the reminder of "8 missed calls" next to the missed calls marked in green, and Zhu Lu woke up instantly.Looking at the time again, it was 25:25, one hour and [-] minutes had passed since the stipulated working time.

The phone rang again, so startled that Zhu Lu was in a hurry to hold the phone, and subconsciously pressed the phone to hang up...

"It's over!" he wailed.

He rushed into the bathroom, spit out two mouthfuls of mouthwash, wiped his face, and ran out with his briefcase.

When I rushed from the apartment to Xuanwumen, the pointer had already passed eleven o'clock.

"Chief editor, are you looking for me?" He rushed straight to the editor's room and said out of breath.

The editor-in-chief looked unhappy, but there was something far more important than this little bit of dissatisfaction in front of him, "Xiao Zhu, you haven't read the news yet, something happened in country A. Your manuscript on the analysis of the royal family has to be withdrawn. Lin Jing's current affairs analysis It's already topped. Come back to the group quickly."

The bewilderment on Zhu Lu's face hadn't faded away, and his footsteps had already obeyed the order and walked out naturally.

What, the manuscript was withdrawn?Was all his sleepless days in vain?For a newcomer like him, it is not easy to wait for an opportunity to submit a manuscript, and the next time may not be the year of the monkey.

Their group has become a mess, but he has the calmness that everyone is drunk but I am alone, and he handles the work in an orderly manner, and his brain is still digesting the disappointment that is difficult to swallow.

He was busy that day until 11:30 midnight. When he left the office, several clusters of fireworks exploded in the sky, and he suddenly remembered that today is the end of the year, and tomorrow will be 23 years.

When he returned to the apartment, he turned on the TV first, took off his coat, and listened to the short New Year's greetings from the international channel, and then switched back to the event that has attracted the attention of the whole country since this morning: "Terrorists from country A took 13 Chinese and Japanese hostages , negotiations have not yet begun.”

Zhu Lu frowned, stood by the bed and looked at it seriously for a while, then turned off the TV and loosened his tie, and flung himself loose on the bed.

The torn nerves had reached the limit, and it was unclear whether it was falling asleep or fainting, Zhu Lu had already sunk into the soft bed and lost consciousness.

At 1:1 on January 06st, Zhu Lu's biological clock worked on time.

He opened his eyes, feeling hopeless at the end of the world.

So sad.He touched his forehead, which was very hot.

Now the club is so busy that it is obviously not the time to rest, but both the brain and the body are in a state of passive sabotage, unable to radiate any energy.

"Hey, team leader, I want to ask for a day of sick leave today. I suddenly have a fever, um, I'm really sorry. Okay." Zhu Lu said calmly and weakly.

He lay half asleep and half awake on the bed, and for a moment he was even confused about where he was.

What's the point of living?

Half an hour later, the phone rang again.

"Happy New Year!" A lively female voice came from the phone.

Zhu Lu finally had a smile on his lips, "Happy New Year, just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Hee hee, brother still understands me. I'm going to the party with my classmates tonight. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the door control of the dormitory. They decided to sing all night. I don't want to go. Can I go to your apartment at night?" Zhu Mo said.

Zhu Lu touched his forehead that was still hot, "Well, it's not impossible. But I can't pick you up today, so let's go home."

"I'm not going back! Don't worry about me, you're busy with your work, you... Brother, you have a weird voice, are you sick?" Zhu Mo suddenly lowered his voice.

"It's okay. Go play and call at night." Zhu Lu hung up the phone directly after finishing speaking.

After lying down for a long time, I reluctantly got up to wash, stuffed a piece of bread and took two pills of medicine.

Unsatisfactory things often □□, but no different from the speaker.There are always some people or things that are tormented in each period, and then we usher in the repetition of the next period with the hope that these will end soon.

Maybe it's because of illness. When a person is ill, his thoughts are particularly pessimistic.

Just when Zhu Lu was lying on the sofa thinking about the passage of time in life, the door of the apartment was opened.

"I told you something was wrong. Ever since you started working, you have never spoken to me so slowly." Zhu Mo put the high heels into the shoe cabinet and took out her special pair of pink slippers.

"Didn't you go to play with your classmates?" Zhu Lu sighed.

"It was originally planned like this, but they have one more than me and one less. Of course my brother is more important." Zhu Mo smiled and handed over a glass of warm water at the same time.

Zhu Lu sat up straight with a smile, and muttered what he said from the bottom of his heart: "Well, the little girl has always carried the inside out."

Zhu Mo said dissatisfiedly, "I don't like others to judge me."

"I know." Zhu Lu grinned.It must be because of illness and weak consciousness in all aspects.

In the afternoon, Zhu Lu had already eaten the noodle soup, drank the medicine, and was sleeping comfortably under the quilt.

"You should go home tonight, Mom misses you too." Zhu Lu persuaded.

"Go to the mall with mom the day after tomorrow, don't worry. You're still talking about me, you're the one who can't catch anyone, I just don't want to face our sister-in-law." Zhu Mo said coldly.

The sister-in-law she was talking about was already Zhu Jun's second wife.

The first appointment at the beginning was regarded as a commercial marriage, no matter how good it was, it couldn't escape the premise of "being arranged".Zhu Jun's unwillingness to be manipulated almost forced him to look for the so-called true love, and finally found this harmonious second wife.

Zhu Lu left home early, and when he came back from abroad, he immediately felt a strange atmosphere flowing in the house.As a competitive uncle, he consciously avoided suspicion, stayed away from the family business, and worked hard to do his own professional work.

But he is an adult, and he is not too wronged, but the first son Changluo is the most pitiful one living in the cracks.At the beginning, Zhu Jun insisted on fighting for custody rights, but now he can't put his mind right.

Regarding Zhu Jun's matter, the brothers and sisters couldn't say much about it, but they couldn't forgive themselves for not doing anything, so they simply talked about it.

It has not been a few years, and the former Zhu family also has the meaning that things are right and wrong.

"Brother is going too far. Mom said he has grown up and has his own ideas. I think he just wants to monopolize the power! Even Uncle Lu is excluded... Isn't this ungrateful?" Zhu Mo crossed his arms angrily explain.

"Tsk, Uncle Lu...has been having a hard time recently. I heard the discussion from the Ministry of Finance and Economics." Zhu Lu said thoughtfully.

"That's not right! Besides, I heard Jingxiu say..." Zhu Mo smiled sheepishly.After she decided to start dating Lu Jingxiu from high school, the two had been dating for more than five years. Zhu Lu once thought that the day Zhu Mo graduated was the day of her wedding.

"It's not easy to talk about this, but it doesn't matter to me. Jingxiu said that his father heard from his comrades-in-arms that his brother was going to country A. It was the matter in the news yesterday. The list was finalized last night. It is said that Lu Although Uncle doesn't have much, but he smoked all night." Zhu Mo said.

Her second sentence was thrown into Zhu Lu's ear like a thunderbolt, and everything that followed became a buzzing background sound.

His body temperature, which had just stabilized, immediately rose, and his back was covered with cold sweat. He clenched his fists tightly, and only thought one sentence back and forth in his mind: Lu Yunxiu is on the battlefield.