Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

Since the morning, it has started to rain patter, and by the time I returned to the newspaper office with my big bag and small bag, I was already half wet.There is no way, an umbrella is used to protect food from the rain.

To make matters worse, before the chairs in the office were warmed up, they were dispatched by the director to run the news. It was a rather shocking piece of news: a floating corpse was found in a man-made lake in a university.

It was too late to take care of myself, so I found a few pieces of paper and wiped my hair, and then started again.I took a taxi to the university in the northeastern suburbs. Following the instructions of the students, I quickly found the man-made lake where the accident happened. By the way, I found paper towel scraps stuck to my hair.

Fortunately, it was two girls who pointed out this point. If it were a handsome guy, I'm afraid I'd be even more ashamed.

The area around the man-made lake has been surrounded by the police and school staff, and the nearby students will be driven away as soon as they tend to get closer.

"Don't hang around here, go back, go back to class." A middle-aged security guard yelled loudly, then turned around and said a few words to a man who looked like a teacher. The latter frowned and looked serious. , [-]% is the boss here.

I fumbled in my pocket, took out my press card, and walked over to the man.Hearing that I was a reporter, the man frowned even more, but luckily he didn't drive me away.

"My surname is Lin, and I'm a teacher in charge of student affairs." He introduced himself: "Reporter Ye, you've seen it too, and we've just discovered this place. We're still investigating what happened. You want to interview , I can't say anything."

I offered a cigarette: "I know you are busy, who would feel better if something like this happened. So do you know the identity of this student now? What major is he studying? How old is he?"

Teacher Lin refused my cigarette, pulled me aside and said, "Comrade reporter, let's have a discussion, and you should stop writing about this matter. It's not a good thing, and it will affect the reputation of the school."

As I listened, I felt that something was arching the side of my body that was close to him. I looked down and saw three brand new red notes.

"Mr. Lin, please don't do this." I tried to distance myself from him: "Our newspaper stipulates that red envelopes cannot be accepted."

The man sighed: "You newspapers know how to bully our second school. Two months ago, in the X University near us, a person jumped to his death. None of the newspapers reported it, but they all reported it." We have suppressed people. We don’t have that many talented students in our school, and no one will help suppress us when something goes wrong. In the end, we are the ones who are unlucky, and we have to conduct a review to deduct wages.”

I can only smile in embarrassment, I know it's not easy for you, but it's not easy for me either, if I can't write a manuscript, I will also be scolded and my salary deducted...

The interview didn't go well. It took me a long time to get a business card of Mr. Lin. Although he promised to call me after the investigation was clear, I knew he was probably just talking.

In desperation, they can only adopt the strategy of saving the country with a curve - if the teacher does not speak, he will ask the students.

Although most of the students around me were onlookers who didn't know the truth, after several rounds, I managed to find two insiders, two of whom were classmates of the deceased.

The student who died was a senior in the Chinese Department. He was usually a loner, and he didn't have any close friends.He rents a house off-campus by himself, often skipping class, let alone participating in group activities.

"He has a very weird personality. He looks down on us, and we don't want to talk to him. However, I heard that he knows a lot of poets, and he is still in that circle." "Even when he came to class, he was always calm. face, a very unhappy look. At first, everyone would talk about him, but then they got used to it, and it was as if he didn't exist." The two girls said each other one by one.

According to their descriptions, I have already sketched such an image in my mind - a thin and small young man who hates socializing, is used to doing everything alone, and keeps everything in his heart.

"Then, do you know what setbacks he has encountered recently? For example, in schoolwork, um...how is his grade?" I continued to ask.

After chatting with them for a while, I went to interview the academy and counselors.Compared with the students' frankness, the official answers are always reserved and cautious, full of words such as "not sure", "don't understand", "still under investigation".

After a lot of tossing until after five o'clock, I finished the interview and smelled the fragrance as soon as I walked out of the school, and I suddenly felt hungry.

It turned out that it was the entrance of the student dormitory area opposite the school, and there were various snack vendors.Roujiamo, fried rice, cold noodle, barbecue... Reminds me of my college days.

At that time, I was too lazy to go to the cafeteria to eat, and I thought the takeaway was too expensive. I often bought some from such vendors, and I could get away with a meal.My body was really good when I was in college. I never had a bad stomach, and I never worried about hygiene.Occasionally, the city management came to arrest them, and a few boys would help the small vendors to look out for cover. After coming down a few times, they became familiar with the vendors. Every time they went to buy food, they always bought more food than others.

I rubbed my belly, thinking about it, my saliva was about to flow down!

I crossed the road, walked among the small vendors, sniffed it hard, and my mood became better—it was still the same rich and complex fragrance, which hadn’t changed at all from when I was in college.Even the cadence of the hawkers' shouts is very familiar!

Looking around, I found that there was a long queue in front of a small stall. I walked over to look and found that it was selling skewers.The stall owner was a young man, who looked about the same age as the college student in front of the stall, with a fair face, standing with other vendors around him, he was a bit out of place.

"Why is my five skewers of squid still not ready!" Someone urged.

The peddler glanced at him, and suddenly raised his orchid finger and nodded at him: "I hate it, so what are you doing, don't you see that he is already busy!"

Immediately, there were echoes from all around, and someone repeated his tone several times: "Hate, hate..."

I:"……"