Chapter 2 busybody

one On a certain Thursday, in the editorial office of a pictorial newspaper, a young man with a cigarette in his mouth was sitting on a rocking chair and rocking to read his letters. The pile of letters spread over the table in an innumerable disorder. This young editor, every time he grabbed something, he tore it apart casually, looked at it, or sighed, or smiled, or drew a symbol with a pencil on the photo sent from afar. , throw it away immediately, and take the second one. Isn't this working teenager having a lot of fun?Seeing his brows furrowed and gathered together, it seems that this young man's heart has been tormented by work.However, on the face surrounded by smoke, there is often an unnatural smile, and it seems that working as a teenager is not without great fun.The mood of playing games with life, despite the tiredness and depression, maybe this is not the root cause of boredom.

In this editorial room, apart from Mr. Editor, there is only one clock that seems to represent moving things.The clock hung on the wall, facing the window, the editor raised his head from the pile of letters on the desk, looked to the left, it was the window, looked to the right, and saw the clock.A man with a round face looks like a clock, with a smile on his face. Once the editor sees it, he thinks of a friend of his, so he pays attention to the location of the long and short needles on this friend's face. ——It's only three o'clock! one A sudden strange thought surged up in his heart, as if he had scolded Zhong once while mocking the slow tone of another friend, and then bowed his head to the manuscript sent outside.

Zhong is still walking away with a playful smile on his face.The sound of the clock's ticking ticking reminded the editor of a fat friend peeling melon seeds.After peeling and peeling, the shells of the melon seeds will not fall to the ground, but the time is really wasted every minute and every second in this kind of nibbling. The boy casually threw a half-smoked cigarette into the spittoon beside his feet, the cigarette butt fell into the water with a hissing sound, and in this sound, the boy lit the fire and smoked a new cigarette. one Looking at each piece, as usual, some of the worst texts and photos have to be cut and looked at, which is inevitable for the young man who feels aggrieved.Unfortunately every day always does.Although one of the ten more delicate photos is the best, it has lived up to the editor's eyes.But in fact, less than one-twentieth of it can be used.A pictorial agency originally relied on various sources of materials, so since it had to add the words "Welcome Manuscripts" at the back of the newspaper, ugly messes came naturally.Sometimes, I have to choose something that is slightly passable among the materials of this kind of metal dross to publish, so as to avoid unwarranted attacks by some bad photographers.There are really many things about this career that make people raise their heads and shake their heads. There is no way!

The boy was smoking a cigarette and adding the words "Put the front face" on a photo of a woman. Outside the editorial room, someone knocked on the door with the back of his hand.From the voice, the young man could tell that this was the manager's notice, so he took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "Mr. Shaofu? Please!" The so-called Mr. Shaofu is exactly the opposite of the fat friend that the boy remembered from the clock face.This person has a pair of big round eyes on his slender face, and the type often makes people think that this person was a monkey first.The bridge of the nose is sunken, which is also different from ordinary people.The voice is Tianjin dialect, but from the small bones, it can be recognized that this kind of delicate figure is not owned by people outside Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Shaofu pushed the door open after the people in the room said please.They nodded as usual, and the editor got up and let the manager sit in the rocking chair he was sitting in. "You're welcome, we have to talk about it." The manager didn't sit down, and the boy was too embarrassed to sit down. Both of them stood by the table.The manager took the picture of the woman the boy was marking in his hand and looked at it.And read the original note: "...that is, the seventh daughter of General Ge Qing. Since General Ge Qing passed away in Japan, I recently heard that Ms. Fang entrusted her biological mother to live in..." The young man saw the manager's hand trembling while reading it, and then very strange.Later, seeing the manager looking at the woman's photo with a very gloomy expression, as if he didn't know that there was a young man beside him, the young man was even more stunned.

The boy backed away unknowingly. While the boy was retreating, the manager had already been awakened.The manager still shook his hand towards the boy, asking him not to go.The boy knew that this must have something to do with the manager, he didn't know what to do, so he approached Shaofu and helped him to sit down on the chair. He hastily said with a look of astonishment and understanding, "Young man, young man, is it hurting?" "No, no," he stood up forcefully, but had to sit down again.This photo was accidentally seen by Shaofu, and from this photo, Shaofu remembered all the decadent situations of half his life, his whole body lost his elasticity, and he couldn't move freely anymore.

Sitting down, Shaofu still held the photo in his hand, stammering and asking the boy where the photo came from. The boy was surprised by this weird change for a moment, and didn't know how to answer.However, the boy immediately remembered that the address on the cover was still on the table, so he took Shaofu to look at it.Shaofu read the words on the back of the cover and nodded continuously. "Jun, I don't think this one needs to be published at this time, just change it." The young man said, "Since the young man thinks it's inappropriate, then don't use it. But I don't know what this photo has to do with the young man? I don't think the young man looks very good, so I wonder if it's the photo..." "No, no, it's not, It's not..." The more Shaofu argued that it had nothing to do with this photo, the young man became more and more convinced that this photo had a lot to do with the manager.

"Then, young man, is it me or...?" "I don't want to reply to the letter for the time being, what do you think?" Shaofu said while looking at the young man sadly, the young man hurriedly said "Success". Seeing the manager's appearance, the young man seemed to have to take this photo, so he smiled and said, "Young man, take this photo." Seeing that the young man was talking about his own thoughts, the manager seemed strange, so he said hesitantly, "It doesn't matter if you don't take it away. Putting it left and right is the same as putting it in yours."

"I thought I'd better take it. In the future, a letter will come and ask..." "Then let me do this. I'll take this picture... this looks like a person I know well, so, haha, don't you see that I was shocked by the situation just now?" , I’m because it reminds me too easily of that… Haha, sir, isn’t this beautiful?” Seeing Mr. Manager's forced smile, the boy thought to himself, "This looks more than just like"?However, it’s hard to tell a joke to the manager, and seeing the manager’s ecstasy at this time, he comforted him with a smile, “I was surprised when I first saw this appearance, it’s probably too beautiful. I didn’t expect this to be the same as the young man’s... "There are some better things in this issue?" Shaofu diverted the conversation to the next issue of the pictorial, and said, "In the future, you should tell the printing office to print a total of 10,000 copies. The sales seem to be better in other provinces recently."

The young man also said by the way that if two thousand were printed on top of the eight thousand, there would probably not be much left. The manager's hand holding the photo was far away from his waist, as if the photo was a terrifying monster. This situation was also seen in the young man's cold eyes.The boy was initially suspicious of the sudden arrival of this photo without any letter attached.Moreover, the person in the photo is elegant and charming, not like other ordinary women, and the Chinese characters in the annotation are very different from ordinary men, so the source of the photo is even more strange.Now when I saw Shaofu watching this photo, he was in a state of uncontrollable excitement, and I began to understand the purpose of this photo, or maybe the person who sent the photo did not intend to appear in the pictorial at first, and it was probably Shaofu who was the only one!

Shaofu came here and forgot all the things he wanted to say. After leaving, the young man imitated the situation in the editing room by himself, and concluded that there must be a big secret in this photo, so he thought of a way to understand the inside story, and thought for a long time There was still no result, so I had to keep guessing while looking down at the unfinished manuscript. two In the next week's "Silver Light Pictorial", the photo of the manager Yu Shaofu was published on the first page. Everything was arranged by the manager himself, and countless words were used around it.This text is a kind of self-narrative style.Half of it is confession and half is complaint.The boy felt even more strange. The boy didn't dare to tell his other colleagues about seeing the female photo manager that time.If you just ask the manager about the past, all the colleagues know the same, and it will not help to expose the secret.But he always thought that this woman had a deep relationship with the manager, but this relationship cannot be calculated by guesswork.He also concluded that after this, there will always be something happening in the future, maybe there will be photos from before! On the following Thursday, the boy was still picking out the manuscripts sent from other places, remembering that such an accident happened on the previous week, or that there was another woman in the pile of manuscripts and photos today. Another thing happened to the photo! Thinking of this, the young man smiled on his slightly reddish white face. The clock is still eroding the time on the plain wall, and it is less than two o'clock now! There was some smoke in the editing room, and there was nowhere to find it.Mr. Editor has a bad temper and only smokes half of it before ordering another one. "Ah, this inexplicable article again!" He threw an envelope and three new poems written in pencil into the wastebasket under the table.Sighing and sneering, this diligent contributor's masterpiece is finally finished. So the second thing was in his hand again; as usual, he tore off the cover of that one.Laugh as usual.Then put it aside as usual or write down the title and the text that should be appended. one Such is the fate of a pictorial editor! There is nothing new under the sun, which means that what happened in the previous week can happen on this day of the week.The young editor took a large pile of incoming mail on the table, cut, read, threw it into the wastebasket, and marked it one by one, and then took a mail bag with the same cover as last week in his hand.Looking at the handwriting, it is exactly the same as last time.The young editor hesitated.To cut or not to cut?If you don’t want to cut it immediately, put it on the palm of your hand and weigh it first. It is a purposeless estimate, and you will not guess the contents of the package from this estimate. It is the editor's responsibility to cut up the manuscripts sent from outside, which is not a crime.However, knowing that this has something to do with the manager, and that the thing is actually sent to the manager, although it is fine to do it according to the responsibility, what about the conscience?Knowing a little more about other people's secrets will invisibly add a lot of burdens to oneself. This is another thing that teenagers have had excellent experience.And if it's another photo from last week, I might as well leave it to the manager as a favor to cut it.But what if there is another secret that can be discovered from this photo? It is human nature to discover other people's secrets, and there is no malice in this desire, and the young man can't let go of this thing because of this harmless curiosity. …………? Just because it is not related to the festival, the young man doesn't know what to do because of his ambivalence. He wanted to find a compromise, so he consulted the wall clock.What kind of method?Let Zhong tell him, in terms of time, whether this piece can be cut.Make a private appointment by yourself, now it is 2:25, and it is still 35 minutes to 3:00.Put this thing aside and let time judge whether it is appropriate to cut or not: if the manager does not come to the room after the three o'clock ringing, it will be cut; if the manager comes here due to other accidents within three o'clock, Then this thing should be handed over to the manager. Dida, dida, every second passed by. At every second, Mr. Junior Editor has a fantasy in his head. He thought that the manager or the widow who went to the same cabinet as the general had a love story... It's not unreasonable, who doesn't have a few secret things that can't be told to others when they are young? He also thought that the manager might have some political or financial entanglements with that general, so...he changed his face when he accidentally saw this photo. He also thought that the woman might have sent the photo unintentionally, but the manager had a relationship with the woman's biological mother that was more than a friend, and at this time the manager was trying to forget this unpleasant past. He also thought that maybe the manager had loved the woman's mother before. ………… The more I thought about it, the more absurd it became, and when I thought it was absurd, it was three o'clock. Holding the uncut piece in his hand, he decided to hand it over to the manager after cutting it, so he used scissors to hone the edge of the envelope.There is an indescribable hope in my heart, and I seem to know that the manager will knock on the door a minute after I have seen this thing, and I will cut it off immediately. Tototo, someone really knocked on the door. He put down the scissors. Fortunately, the cut was less than two fingers wide. Mr. Editor rubbed his hands and said it!The man came in immediately.It wasn't the manager who came in, but a footman in the manager's room. As a result, it obviously gave Void a shock, and he was not happy, so there was an unpleasant color on Mr. Editor's face. "What's the matter?" he asked, taking the package again. The footman stood aside with his hands down, and said respectfully, please, the manager. Manager, please, isn't the manager also thinking about this matter?He promised to come, and he walked through the manager's office from the west yard with the yellow bun. one Walk on the road, think all the way.For some reason, he suddenly became wiser and stuffed the things in his hands into his pockets.When I got to the manager's room, I saw the manager was reclining on a sofa in the room reading a book. "Please sit down, please sit down," and sat down.The two sat together, and the manager brought the book to the young man, and the young man knew it was a British picture magazine "Bull's Ear". About the manager is looking at the photos of Chinese stars, which is the twenty-seventh page, which is full of all kinds of Chinese stars at present. "How does the young man see this?" "China is not hopeless, and there are quite a lot of stars now." The two hit a joint haha.The boy thought of the things around him, and it was inconvenient to say it first, so he asked the manager what was the matter. "What's the matter? Just to watch this! It's all wrong to see how ridiculous foreigners say about Chinese people!" "Young man, I need another thing like this today." He took out the yellow paper bag from his pocket and handed it to the manager, wanting to see the manager's expression in this situation. The manager's expression has naturally been seen.But it was not as good as the change he imagined, the young man felt very strange, and regretted not cutting the edge to see the content earlier.Now seeing that the manager put the photo aside after receiving it, he seemed unwilling to cut it in front of the young man, and the young man thought that it was necessary for the manager to know the secret. "Young man, I think this looks like—the manager pretended not to hear it, and it's related to other things. "Jun, I think we will also have a women's section in the next few issues, how about it? This year is the year when the world cares about women's issues.The wealthy foreigner at the Beijing Hotel talked about Meng Xiaodong, the various government offices talked about a certain young lady and a certain kiln sister, and the student dormitories at the school talked about the limelight of a certain girl's school girl.... Grandma Guihong and Wu Si came to make a news report, isn't this the most exciting moment? " "Really?" asked the editor. Seeing that the manager was involved in another matter, the boy understood that the manager wanted to go back to his own house, so he said, "Young man, is there anything wrong?" Today there is no big change in color, or it has... The boy thought about this strange photo without doing anything.I deeply regret that I should not send it there first.Just cut it with a pair of scissors first, and see the content, can't you understand it?Or it's another person, or it's the general's widow, then... In short, I shouldn't let him go.After cutting it and looking at it, the manager will not complain about it, since the cover is clearly about the editorial department of "Silver Pictorial"!When he felt helpless, he pinned his hopes until the next week.A self-explanatory expectation, but apart from masturbating like this, is there any way to get back the photo in Mr. Manager's hand. three one In a small party, there were teenagers. There are journalists here, customs officers, accountants from small banks, and "know-it-alls" who write drama reviews for "Flower News". one The reporter talked with the boy and asked about the number of painting reimbursement companies recently.The reporter's name is Shanzhi.The boy said, "Shanzhi, have you seen our manager's recent article?" "I see, wonderful! This old man is full of complaints again..." That Mr. Shanzhi didn't care and brought another matter up.This made the boy feel slightly unhappy.Seeing such an article, can the word "miaozai" be perfunctory?And why doesn't the manager post his "complaints" in other seasons, but at this time?Because the reporter dealt with the matter too lightly, he kept silent and went to the other end of the room to talk to the customs officer. "Jun, did you see our last pictorial?" "It's getting more and more exciting. Didn't the young man write some special articles?" "That's a good idea!" The young man thought about it and then said, "Do you know why the young man wrote this article?" The clerk couldn't answer immediately, so the boy smiled complacently.The meaning of the smile contained the expression "If your Excellency wants to know the secret, we can talk about it", but unfortunately the clerk didn't pay attention to answering a question from another person.Seeing that he had failed again, the young man simply trembled and walked out of the yard. In the courtyard, the owner, a printing manager, was talking to the shed maker. "Yes, sir. Not much business of any kind." "It's going to change in a few years." "Da Xi Peng meets less than ten times a year." While pulling the wooden pole, the craftsman told the master that the young man walked over. "The weather will inevitably be hot this year, and the shed seems to have to be built!" "That's right. How about the newspaper over there, sir?" It turned out that the scaffolder recognized the boy as the Mr. Silver Light Pictorial. The owner said yes, is the newspaper office over there also a business of yours?The craftsman agreed again. When the master saw the young man coming out, he left the talkative shed builder, and stood with the young man by the lilac tree in the courtyard to watch the shed.The matter of the photo surged in the young man's heart, and he was holding it.what to do?He seemed to be more concerned about his own affairs than his own. I really didn't know what to do!Needless to say, from the boy's point of view, the conversation went to Mr. Shaofu again. The owner said: "I met your manager yesterday, and said that the pictorial has recently been rectified by you, and it has improved a lot!" "Where is my strength? But...have you seen the article about Shaoweng in the last issue?" "It seems to be some secret news, it's hard to fathom!" The master laughed like a businessman and laughed. This seems to be right.The boy thought, he has something to refer to. "Jun, do you know that your manager has some good news recently?" "Good news? I don't know." Although he didn't know, the young man had already guessed that it was related to that photo, and deliberately said he didn't know, but in fact he wanted to know more about that manager from this manager. "You should know." The master said, "Shaofu has become rich." "What, did you get rich?" "Don't you know that he won a special prize of 2,000 yuan for his savings?" "I already knew that." The special prize of 2,000 yuan was for last week. How could Shaofu, who was together every day, not tell Mr. Editor?This is good news too!This is also considered news! The young man remembered that these people were not enough to talk about big things, so he lingered for a few words, then walked back to the living room. In normal times, there are three or two of these people who are regarded as confidants in the hearts of the young people.This confidant, to this day, has not spoken speculatively at all, and the young man feels unbearably disappointed, thinking that there is no one here to talk to, and he will leave before the end. Does anyone know that the teenager left because of disappointment?No, almost no one understands. When I returned to the newspaper office, I saw a note left by the manager, saying that please come to his house at seven o'clock in the afternoon. Judging from the note, who can tell that this is not the manager's intention to tell about the photo? ... a secret.Could it be that the manager still has something to discuss with himself?Could it be that the so-called Bong Qi's biological mother in this photo is the manager's lover, and that Miss Seven...? one Personally, I often have a little happy dream in my heart, and put myself in a kind of extra hope, soaring and fluttering, it seems that there is no great sin. Isn't the young man lifting up his soul like this at this time and throwing it into the air with all his strength! How to design for the manager, let the manager take over the widow, this has been calculated by the boy.I also thought about how to encourage the manager.How to invite the manager and the lady... I dare not think about it, but I still have to think about it! According to the time the manager said, he hired a car to the manager's house, and the boy recited all the way for the manager and his own future plan. What is fate?It was a blessing that came suddenly.What is the greatest disaster?It is decapitation.What is the greatest blessing?It's today!Three hours ago, at that party, I tried my best to study this matter with others, but no one paid attention.Now the manager finds the head to discuss.It came suddenly, it was an unexpected move by the young man, who knows what will come suddenly in the future? !This woman won't come to the pictorial agency by herself?If you can't find Shaofu at the pictorial office, won't you say you will be an editor? The young man was illuminated by a kind of light, so when he saw some skinny horses running forward step by step on the road with coal carts, he felt very sympathetic to these beasts. What is fate?Everything is unexpected.Today's teenagers have been teased by fate for a while.Inviting him to come at seven o'clock, it turned out to be a meal of diced chicken fried noodles made by the newly hired chef! "Chicken", or sweet bean sauce, or noodles, how far from the order of the supposed facts!The manager's mouth should have said words such as "general", "love", "ask for advice", and "try to find a way", but he only praised the cook on a bowl of noodles, what a hateful fate! *He didn't wonder why he thought this way first, but he thought that the manager had thought of discussing this matter at first, but then he suddenly couldn't trust him, and he only used the fried noodles as an excuse.A self-confident fool often easily drags himself and others into a whirlpool of fallacies, and the longer he goes on, the more hopeless he becomes.But the boy is not stupid.Maybe that's true, let's see! The next day, in the manager's office of "Silver Light Pictorial", there was a young editor.In addition, there is a colleague from the agency who is an editor of funny testimonials.This is a little fat man.Any little fat man is already a comic work in terms of his own face, mouth and actions.This fat man, surnamed Huang, from the manager down to the concierge, all have the word "fatty" attached to his surname, there is no way for a fat man.This helpless situation is just like the manager's thinness.Under the comparison of one fat and one thin, the boy has already had a lot of feelings. According to the habit, the boy had to make jokes under the name of fat editor as usual, so the boy pretended to be puzzled and asked people how to get fat effectively. "Eat a lot, sleep a lot, you won't get fat if you don't want to!" "Really?" "Could it be fake?" The little fat man showed his arms, "Look, what is this, do you know? This is the result of sleep! 'Fat meat' and 'sleep' equal fat, it's a formula, you can go to it if you don't believe it Ask Qiusheng!" *The so-called Qiusheng is a young man who is working in the office every day. When he looks up, he sees the clock moving on the wall. From the clock, an association can be made, assuming that the clock has the same round face as a person. a friend.However, Chung's round face is also because of...?The boy smiled when he thought about it. It is common to change from fat to thin, so the boy soon talked to the fat editor about the long-term and near-term effects of the manager's monkey appearance. "Our manager is so skinny, I guess he has a little secret!" "That's right!" The young man felt that the fat man was the only one who knew people, and he caught the question as soon as he spoke, "Huang, where do you think this secret clue is?" "Do you still have to guess? Our manager, the article in the last issue, isn't it a detailed confession?" "Excellent, I also thought—" "What else can make a person thin? Except women." While admiring Fatty Huang, the young man pretended to be ignorant and asked: "Mr. Shaofu, is there any other story recently?" "Not these days, but—a long story." ………… The words were good enough to enter Hong Kong, but the manager transferred back from the accounting office.Discussion should of course be suspended at this point.The fat man handed a letter to the manager for discussion, and the boy sat on a chair far away, chewing and swallowing what the fat man said. If there is another way to prove that the manager is entangled with women, the boy also paid a little attention to the strange photo.The general, the general's wife, and the seventh lady... a string of individual names, together with a bunch of words like love, matchmaking, marriage, and kisses, thrown in all directions. Surrounded by thoughts, people are distressed. For some unknown reason, the fat man repeatedly said "joke joke" in front of the manager, and the manager also said "this is really a joke", so the young man also remembered that what he was worried about and cared about was a "joke".But at the same time, he remembered the famous saying "everything is ridiculous", so he continued to "joke" to the best of his ability. In the afternoon of that day, the boy invited Fat Man Huang to the park, but he invited a guest worth nearly two yuan.As a result of the treat, what did you get?Not the same!Starting from the woman, the fat man provided countless information to the boy.To the young man: it's all useless.At first, I wanted to discuss the photo issue with Fatty, but after seeing that Fatty is still an ordinary person, the words are ordinary, ordinary people are not enough to talk about big things, and they broke up after admitting failure in their hearts. Letting go of this matter, practicing the so-called golden rule of "don't bother yourself if you don't do anything", the young man returned to his previous cheerfulness.But how can this be done. What is fate?It is because we often throw away the real life that is well-founded. Although we are poor and miserable, we can take it calmly, but we are always troubled by a kind of empty illusion, seeking to get rid of it but can't get rid of it. The boy had completely changed his spiritual life in the past two weeks. Four "Young man, I really want to know the reason behind your photo." "What photo?" "What photo! It's the general's lady." The manager hesitated.His complexion also changed.The manager looked at the boy with a questioning mark, but the boy didn't dare to look at the manager with a normal attitude. Mr. Editor regrets saying so.But I am deeply fortunate that I have already said that I can't bear it, and there is always an answer from the manager. "I don't understand the purpose of Jun Ding to know about this matter. I think you pay too much attention to this matter. Jun, this is too nosy, don't blush, am I right?" Mind your own business, the manager's words reached the heart of the young man.But before the manager called him out, he couldn't figure out that it was "nosy", so he had to blush.I can't speak any more for a while.He didn't know whether to explain with a smile that "it's not my business" or blushing and saying "I have to mind my business". The young editor's shyness has been thoroughly seen by the manager. "Jun, if you don't understand this matter, you will be unhappy every day. Most young people are like this. Isn't it? It's my fault that I never told you that you might get sick again. I have nothing to hide It’s not that I don’t want to tell you that you care too much about this matter. Let me tell you all, when I was young, I also came here to do this little pictorial because I was nosy, otherwise we wouldn’t work together .” When the young man saw the manager sighing, he felt very sympathetic, and thought that this meddling would never make the manager's life worse, so he said as if he could believe it, "Is it meddling? The young man can talk about it." So the two sat on the same sofa, Shaofu said: ………… disappointed. What is fate?It was expected to be so and so. What the manager talks about is about the manager, not the photo.The manager thinks of another photo because of this photo, and thinks of that general's daughter because of this general's daughter.The reason why he was full of emotions was that this woman resembled that woman somewhat.Isn't there a lot of similarities?Otherwise, when the boy sees Zhong in the editorial room, he won't think of his friend Qiusheng. "So, the young man doesn't know this woman anymore?" "When did I say I knew her?" "Then why..." "You mean, why don't I want this picture to be published in the pictorial? Jun, I don't think so. But I want to take a look. I don't know why you sent the second photo when you arrived. No. The second one is a Japanese female star, you can see—" The manager took out the second sent photo and showed it to the boy.The young man didn't really believe that. After looking at the photo repeatedly, and checking it with the cover that was put aside, he could conclude that what the manager said was true.Mr. Editor doesn't know what to say. "Then... who is the sender, Young Weng?" "It's an old friend in our society, Xianzhu..., don't you know?" "I thought……"………… The young man who returned to the editorial room suddenly felt something off his mind, and immediately felt bored.If the previous life was full and abnormal, then in terms of spiritual life at this time, it has become a dilapidated household with nothing left. one If the editor of a pictorial magazine is unlucky enough to have the kind of nosy temper, and loves to imagine many good things about an ordinary matter, then he has plenty of opportunities. Another day, the boy met Mr. Qiusheng and talked about the manager's story. The editor of the boy thought that it really didn't deserve the attention of many people.However, when the young man realized that it was really not worth noting, the Qiusheng-style round clock in the editorial office of "Silver Pictorial" every day, sometimes it was necessary to pay attention to it all the time. November 20, 1927