editor in chief come after me

That news was finally printed on the Changzhou Evening News, but it was not on the news page but on the society page. For this reason, Ning could not wait to visit the news page every day.The reason for this is well known to the people on the news page, isn't it just for the sake of the face I lost on the news page before, this time in front of them, I picked up the things that were gone before, and by the way, it made people feel uncomfortable.

The people on the news page didn't bother to pay attention to him, but he was happy and comfortable, shuttling between the cubicles, looking here and there for a while.

At this moment, Ning also stood behind Fu Yao and bent over to look at the computer screen, with no intention of leaving.

After Fu Yao finished the draft, he was about to ask how to drive people away, but Ning also spoke, "Isn't it Fu Yao?"

"Editor Ning." Seeing that Ning had no intention of leaving, Fu Yao opened his mouth and called out.

Ning was also happy when he heard the title, "It's not easy for you to call me editor-in-chief."

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"I've read all the pages of the news page this week, including your manuscript. It's very well written. It doesn't look like you're a fresh graduate."

"thanks……"

Ning also "not far away" from the social page to the news page just to praise him?And Ning will also read the news page for a week?Fu Yao didn't believe it at all.

Ning Ye put his finger on Fu Yao's table and clicked twice, "Don't be too busy saying thank you, I haven't finished yet. You only have three manuscripts in the past seven days. Although the effect is good, it shouldn't be hard for you to feel it, too. It's less. It's lucky that you didn't get kicked out like this, the person in front of Lu Chen cares about it."

Sure enough, if he found an opportunity, he would hurt the editor-in-chief a few words, and Fu Yao didn't bother to answer.

It is true that Fu Yao only passed three manuscripts last week, and all the others were discarded.When he first joined the newspaper, he could only publish one article a week. After the internship period, he could publish six or seven articles a week when he was good, and three or four articles a week when he was bad.

Every week, if the editor-in-chief can spare time, he will revise a manuscript for him, from beginning to end, and make detailed comments.The editor-in-chief didn't talk to him about this matter again, but Fu Yao couldn't understand more in his heart, the more the editor-in-chief didn't talk to him, the more anxious he was, and often wanted to rush into the office to let the editor-in-chief scold him anyway , but there is no reason to mess around.

Today Ning also stood in front of him and directly threw the question to him.Fu Yao looked at Ning Ye, and Ning Ye had a clear face, he threw a stack of old newspapers on Fu Yao's desk, and said, "This is the provincial newspaper this year, you should read it carefully when you go home, don't be ashamed. "

After finishing speaking, he left cheerfully, and Fu Yao touched the old newspaper.The old newspaper was folded in half, with a piece of paper sandwiched in the middle. On it was a list of precautions for writing news articles, a whole piece of which was written by hand.

Zhang Shen came over to take a look, and was amused, "Just put it away. This guy has a bit of a mouth, but don't tell me, his manuscript is not bad, it's useful to see."

Fu Yao hesitated for a while, then put the newspaper in the desk drawer.Zhang Shen was still touching the back of his head and hands, and muttered, "I don't know what kind of illness Ning is suffering from, so I came to the news page to be courteous."

As if thinking of something suddenly, he turned around and told Fu Yao, "Don't run away with him! How kind the editor-in-chief treats you."

How kind the editor-in-chief treats you...

As soon as the editor-in-chief was mentioned, Fu Yao felt awkward. He and the editor-in-chief hadn't spoken a word until now. Will the editor-in-chief still not be at home for dinner when he returns home at night, or that the editor-in-chief doesn't want to eat anymore until he moves out? Had dinner with him.

The more I think about it, the more childish I feel.Where did this grievance of being left behind come from?

"The editor-in-chief treats you much better than Ning." Zhang Shen was still muttering, but this time Fu Yao didn't have the heart to listen.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Fu Yao returned home. The editor-in-chief was indeed not there. He wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but the rest lasted for half an hour. It was almost dark. He stood up and made sure that the editor-in-chief would not come back for dinner.

He called Zhang Shen during the cooking break and asked him how the house search was going.

"There just happens to be a house for rent in my community. I know the owner, and the price is negotiable."

"Okay, that's all." Fu Yao agreed.

"If you don't take a look, you can decide. Besides, the price hasn't been set yet. Why are you in a hurry?" Zhang Shen was taken aback by Fu Yao's straightforwardness. "I really doubt that you haven't seen other houses."

Fu Yao was hit by Zhang Shen, and he didn't make a sound for a while. After thinking for a while, he seemed to feel that he was too decisive, so he softened a little, "Then you can help me check the price and then check the house."

Zhang Shen was annoyed, and cursed, "I want to show you the house, why am I not your father, hurry up and be a good son and call me Dad."

The two hung up the phone after chatting for a while. Fu Yao seemed to have something on his mind, but in fact it was not easy.In the past, his pressure came from two aspects, one

It was himself, and he wanted to hang on.

Just to correct her unnatural selfish desire to stay and not leave, Fu Yao thought of a way, which was to move out.As a result, the effect of this method was not very good. His own selfish desires did not gradually diminish, but became stronger and stronger.

The second aspect is the attitude of the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief also became more and more strange because of this matter, and the editor-in-chief seemed to not want to sit and live with him anymore.

Then he should book the house as soon as possible and move out.If this is the case, the editor-in-chief will go home to eat well and have a good rest.One oddity is better than two oddities.Someone has to be uncomfortable, and Fu Yao is used to it, so it's okay.

But the editor-in-chief couldn't do it, and Fu Yao couldn't say why the editor-in-chief couldn't do it, probably because he didn't want to see the editor-in-chief suffer.It is enough to have this reason, anyway, he is the one who makes the final decision.

then……

The editor-in-chief will look like the first time he met him, with a sense of distance, and the editor-in-chief doesn't like him very much.The editor-in-chief does not take him to dinner at home, does not wear an apron to wash dishes in the kitchen after eating, and does not sit with him alone for breakfast and dinner.

It was him, it was Fu Yao who managed to change the editor-in-chief back to its original appearance. Time has passed, but the person is still in the same place. As for whether the person's position has changed during this period, what's the point of mentioning this, no? Has everything calmed down?

Fu Yao was thinking like this, but the emotions that he wanted to comfort with these words became more and more uncontrollable, and he became uncontrollably uncomfortable.

On the weekend, Fu Yao was urged by Zhang Shen to take a look at the house. The house was more than 40 square meters, and it was an ideal size for living alone. There were all kinds of home appliances and furniture inside, and the price was not expensive.Fu Yao paid the money on the same day, and the landlord said he could move in anytime.

"In the future, you will have to pay the fare for commuting to and from get off work. Do you know how expensive the gas price is now?" Zhang Shen and Fu Yao picked up the car in the underground parking lot.

"How do I know, I'm not going to refuel." Fu Yao unceremoniously sat on the co-pilot and put on his seat belt sideways.

Zhang Shen stretched out his hand unwillingly, "For the fare, you will live in the same community as me from now on, and I will pick you up from work to get off work, okay? Give me the money, hurry up."

Fu Yao reached out and patted Zhang Shen's hand, muttering, "Ten yuan, twenty, thirty..."

"Childish ghost!" Zhang Shen opened Fu Yao's hand, "Go away, don't let me look at your face, you won't be able to live, and you won't even pay for gas."

"Why did you move out?" The car got on the road smoothly, and the destination was the editor-in-chief's community.

"You can't always cause trouble for the editor-in-chief. If it wasn't for being homeless before and just happened to be the editor-in-chief, there would be no such thing as borrowing at the editor-in-chief's house."

Fu Yao suddenly remembered that he sold his house that day, and when he returned to the dormitory, he was told that his dormitory had been confiscated, all his luggage had been thrown out, and he couldn't even find his mobile phone.

If he hadn't left his mobile phone in the editor's car that day, and the editor hadn't deliberately returned his lost mobile phone to him... then everything after that can only be a hypothesis.But things happen, and these ifs become hypothetical.

"Don't tease me. When I just found out that you lived in the editor-in-chief's house, I wanted to introduce the house to you several times, but you shirked it intentionally or unintentionally. This time, you came out to rent the house so decisively. You said such a reason, you You think I believe it?" Zhang Shen smiled, presenting the facts and reasoning.

"A quarrel?" Seeing that Fu Yao didn't respond, Zhang Shen began to guess for himself.

Fu Yao still didn't understand.

"You refused the editor-in-chief's confession to you?" Zhang Shen said something that didn't deserve a beating, and waited to be beaten after he finished speaking.But Zhang Shen found that Fu Yao was strangely silent beside him, and he didn't know what he was thinking when he looked in front of him.

Zhang Shen didn't know if Fu Yao was listening to him. Fu Yao's face turned pale, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. Zhang Shen asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you, your face looks a little ugly."

"Really..." Fu Yao touched his face, "No, it's probably a little cold."

"Brother, the temperature here has reached more than 30 degrees. If you say it's cold, stop making trouble."

Until he went upstairs and opened the door, Fu Yao's face still didn't calm down. He splashed two handfuls of water on his face and went back to his room to pack his things.

He must leave here quickly, and he still has the idea of ​​resigning.He must have been an ostrich in his previous life, not only could he run fast, but he could also stick his head in places where others couldn't see him at any time.Reincarnated as an adult in this life, this habit still hasn't changed.

Facing the unknown, he ran faster than anyone else, and also hid faster than anyone else, and his body made a judgment earlier than his brain.

His things are full of a trolley case, half of which are the things he brought over, and the other half were given to him by the editor when he lived in the editor's house. There are several clothes, and he somehow put them in it , Take it out again and hate the trouble.

He put the suitcase under the bed so that he could drag it when he needed to go.After he finished cleaning, he cleaned up the room where he lived for a long time. When he passed by the editor-in-chief's room, he hesitated, but went in anyway.

Curiosity takes over.He wanted to see something and didn't want to see something, this kind of mentality looked very sick to Fu Yao, several times he wanted to just go out and forget it, like a bad voyeur.But in the end I stayed, and touched the editor-in-chief's bed from the editor-in-chief's bookshelf, and later the editor-in-chief's wardrobe.

Fu Yao stood on a stool and wiped the dust on the top of the wardrobe. While wiping, he felt something fell from the top of the wardrobe because of Fu Yao's wiping action.

It was a small wooden box. The lock of the small wooden box was not closed tightly. When it fell to the ground, the lock and the wooden box were separated, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

There were many envelopes in the open wooden box, and there was a two-inch photo with a yellowed back on the envelope.Fu Yao got off the stool, squatted down, picked up the two-inch photo, and turned it over to look at the front of the photo.

The boy in the photo is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although his eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, he is very good-looking, fair and white, and he loves to smile.People who are still smiling in the two-inch photo must be smiling all the time.