in the center of the universe

Zhuang Baixin paused for a while, and said: "I understand, it is because I don't know that I have to figure it out. In order to make every sentence of the report I write true and reliable, this is the purpose of our news, isn't it?" She wiped Remove the tea leaves from his face, "I don't even know when our station will be shut down."

"Our station's surname is not Guan, but it won't have your surname Zhuang either." Chen Jing waved her away, "You decide for yourself."

When she got back to her seat, her colleague wiped her face with a tissue: "Is it possible for ordinary people to look up the surname Guan? As a reporter, you must first ensure your own personal safety. If the person is gone, the truth will be useless."

She took it and wiped it expressionlessly.Chen Jing came out of the office, gave her a cold look, and left.The colleague patted her on the shoulder and went to the editing room.

I got up and went to the tea room to make a cup of instant coffee. When I came out, I ran into a group of people who had just come back from the interview, and shouted loudly for someone to make some big bowls of beef noodles.The leader was Liu Yang, who was full of travel and dust, and saw her startled, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Haven't left yet."

She rolled her eyes and ignored it. Liu Yang called from behind: "Don't stay up too late, it's not good for your skin."

"Thank you for your concern, is my material useful?"

Liu Yang said "Ouch" softly, "I'm still fussing over this matter. Didn't the director make it very clear why I can't do it for you? It's not real and objective, and the angle is ordinary. If you think it's unfair, Tell the director!"

"Are you telling me to be truthful and objective? Liu Yang, you have been a murderer in the past and present for the third time. You have said everything about others being honest, being poor at home, being filial to parents, supporting younger siblings, being cheated by a lady, heartbroken and murdering—your truth The objective thing is that he was forced to kill?! So many people who are honest and poor are cheated, do they all have to kill? Don’t all the young ladies who were killed deserve it?”

"I don't think my film has any position, but to warn everyone that murderers could have avoided this path. On the contrary, you women like to act emotionally, and you have to use rationality when doing news. You are so sympathetic to them. You can do a special topic, and I won’t compete with you for this.”

Zhuang Baixin took a deep breath and sneered: "I don't sympathize with anyone, I just want the truth. What you do is not news, it's self-righteousness that attracts attention."

"You can say whatever you want," Liu Yang shrugged and smiled, not intending to reason with her. "Female journalists shouldn't be doing current affairs. It would be nice to engage in people's livelihood and entertainment, so as not to get angry and delay marriage and childbirth."

Zhuang Baixin turned around and spilled the coffee in his hand, Liu Yang jumped back with a groan, stepped on the photographer's foot, and the photographer panicked with the heavy and expensive machine.

"Are you crazy?!" The coffee splashed on the skirt of the shirt dripped down, boiling hot.

"I hope you remember that a reporter is a reporter, regardless of gender. Whether I get married or have children is none of your business." When I went back to the office and closed the door, I heard Liu Yang shouting outside: "Do you think it's emotional! What kind of temper are you playing in the workplace, if you can't do it, go home!"

Zhuang Baixin was sitting alone in front of the seat, and the ups and downs of the discussions outside the door could still reach her ears, and the light from the computer reflected a tired and bleak face in his late thirties.

"Where's the chicken liver?" When he got home, he had a fried sausage in his mouth. He searched the bag, but couldn't find it.

Guan hides in the kitchen to make his own dinner. After frying the steak, he cuts it into cubes.After cutting, divide it into two plates, one for him and one for yourself, and let it cool before eating.Hearing his question, he said apologetically, "I was eaten by Uncle Ma in the car." He went to kick Guan Zang's calf, and after kicking, he took his share and sat in front of the TV.

"Your Uncle Ma really doesn't understand the world at all. Talking is as difficult as grabbing money from a bank." He gave a piece of beef diced with sauce to his mouth, and he squinted his eyes with a "delicious" expression, "Meet Don’t be a dick/blind when you go to the reporter——Would it save you trouble if you toss a wad of banknotes when you’re done?”

Guan Zang sat on the side, took his remaining beer to drink, and opened a new can for him. "Probably won't come again, the local media has been sealed, and you and I won't accept all kinds of interviews."

"It's awesome, Fu Sandai," he turned to look at Guan Zang, and pushed aside the beer handed over to him: "First, it delays my earning interview fees; second, why make decisions for me? You don't want me to talk too much, unless you Kill me." He bit "talk" and "kill" hard.

Guan Zang looked at him for a long time, then said softly, "I won't kill Meimei." Then he handed over the beer, "As long as Meimei wants, you can be interviewed at any time, and you can say anything."

"Is it okay to talk about your murder?"

"Row."

He took the beer, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "Guan Zang, tell me the truth—do you really want me to say it? Your Uncle Ma's wish is not your wish, right? "

Guan Zang touched his face with his hand, and praised: "No wonder Uncle Ma said, Meimei, you are really smart and sensitive."

"You're so smart that you're hard." He turned his face away, watching a sadomasochism series on TV, "We're eating, bear with it."

Guan Zang obediently said "Oh".Then asked: "Isn't Meimei curious about me?"

"Yes," he stared intently at the TV screen, "I can explain all my doubts about you with the word 'psychopathy'." Guan Zang didn't think so, he laughed.

"Then why doesn't Meimei stay away from me, who is mentally ill?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Ah."

He turned his head and said seriously: "Because you are a cash machine," he glanced down again, "A cash machine with a pretty good dick."

Guan Zang thought about it for a while, and then asked, "There are not many cash machines like this?"

"Not as much money as you, so don't let me mention it."

Guan Zang let out a wow, "Can it be understood that Meimei is praising me?"

He smiled, from the bottom of his heart, from his heart: "I'm just praising you."

"Meimei is more and more attractive to me, I want to know more about you," Guan Zang looked at him in a daze, and reached out to tuck his long hair behind his ears, "When can you tell me?"

"What's the use of knowing so much, I'm afraid you will fall in love with me. Between you and me, I don't dislike you for being mentally ill, and you don't dislike me for spending a lot of money, sex, and eating. It's good."

Guan Zang thought for a while: "I have never been in love, how is love different from ours now?"

After listening to the ending song of the TV series, he asked Guan Zang: "Are you willing to eat shit?"

Seeing Guan Zang's eyes widen, he said softly again: "Don't eat shit, go eat your expensive steak meat." Guan Zang also brought a plate and sat on the sofa with him, watching the infinitely long video between two TV episodes. advertise.The light from the TV screen revealed two figures, each silent as if harboring a ghost.

Before going to bed to take a shower, he looked naked in the mirror at his wounds, and cursed: "One psychosis after another, I'm so fucking lucky." One of the "psychopaths" leaned against the door and giggled, saying : "I haven't touched Meimei for a long time, I want to touch it."

He turned around and leaned against the washstand, raised his arms: "Come on."

Guan Zang put his arms around his waist, and his palms slowly slid down his back.He put his arm around the man's neck and asked, "Before you met me, how did you deal with these strange hobbies? See whoever is pleasing to your eye, just pay and ask, 'Do you want to touch'?"

"No, just ask directly."

He laughed and scolded "Fuck, pee sex", and Guan Zang's hand was immediately placed on his lower abdomen.

"Then you touched it all?"

"Only once, the only one I wanted to touch before Meimei was a girl who was a bit like you, lively and lively—the temperature of her skin was also a little high, I like it very much."

"You are amazing. You like heat, but you hate heat."

Guan Zang paused for a moment, as if he had just discovered it: "That's right, hahaha."

"Didn't you say that you have never been in love, and you are still a virgin? You are lying to me."

Guan Zang shook his head: "I really just want to touch her. Before Meimei allows me to touch you further, I just want to touch you." The palm went up along the line from the buttocks to the crotch, and reached the neck. Press his carotid artery, smell him.His breathing became more and more obvious and heavy, pouring desire on his face.

"Tell me, why did she scold you?" He embraced Guan Zang with both arms, inserted his fingers into Guan Zang's hair, scratched and rubbed it.

Guan Zang put his hand on his heart, looked into his eyes, and said, "She called the police, saying that I attempted to murder."

He laughed out loud, almost out of breath, caressing Guan Zang's face almost lovingly, and wiped his lower lip with his fingertips: "Don't blame her, this is the correct reaction."

Guan Zang nodded, "I know." After speaking, he kissed his lips.

The tongue stuck in, licking every crevice in his mouth, and together with his lips, he turned into a gnawing beast.Go down again to suck his arteries and bite those two tendons.

"Guan Zang...!" He looked up at the ceiling, Guan Zang's bathroom was black, and so was the ceiling.

"Huh?" Guan Zang's voice hurriedly responded amidst panting in lust.

"You can kill me."

Guan Zang stopped and looked at his face carefully.

"But it's better to kill with one blow, otherwise we won't necessarily be dead."

"Is Meimei looking forward to someone coming to kill you?"

He shook his head slowly, rubbed his hands gently at the end of Guan Zang's hair, and explained in a soft voice: "What I am looking forward to is not death, but instant perdition. Oh my god, doesn't it sound particularly cultured?" After finishing speaking poof laugh.

Guan Zang didn't smile and asked "why".

He jumped on Guan Zang's body with his legs sandwiching the other's waist, Guan Zang took a step back, hugged his thigh reflexively, he took off his glasses and threw them into the sink, and heard him say happily:

"In order to work in death while alive—!"