On winter nights, it is really a pleasure to stay at home and listen to the phone. It's from the old editor of the entertainment page.Although the current editor is still called "old" according to common conventions, he is by no means old. He is about the same age as me, in her twenties, female, smart, courteous and virtuous, and has a good face. She is grinding me for a draft. ——"You know Yao Jing best." She said. "Yao Jing was the most popular star during her lifetime. Who doesn't know her well? The question is, who is she most familiar with?" I laughed. "She doesn't know me well."

"You visited her twice." "What is that? Someone has visited her two thousand times." "But you write well." "I don't like this kind of big hat. People like you who walk the rivers and lakes can't say anything good, and you don't have any sincerity. I know whether the writing is good or not. Also, the cliché: the reader's eyes are Sharp." She laughed.After a while, he said, "Let's write." "I'm not writing this now." I still won't. "If you don't write it, you can write the next forty chapters?"

"Don't worry about it." "Give me face." "No." "Pay the manuscript fee to you." "If you don't write, I won't wait for money." The editor said, "But you like Yao Jing." "Yes, I like her. There are such strange vicissitudes on such a beautiful face. When she is not smiling, she seems to be worried about the world's worries. When she smiles, she blooms like a spring flower, and the sun shines." "That's it, it's a commemoration of your acquaintance." "I don't like to write about people who have passed away. Feelings don't vent until after the other person dies. It becomes too trivial. Qi Qiran looks like a villain."

"Really don't write?" "You can write by yourself. Upgrade to the old editor's seal pen. If a pen gets rusty in the future, you will know that it is hard." "Think about it, I'll give you ten minutes." "No." "She holds a funeral tomorrow, will you go?" "No," I said, "I'm not interested in acting for people who don't care." "You are the best." "Why don't you treat people better when you're alive? Because there's competition. Dead people lose their coercion and become angels one by one. The price is too high," I laughed. Sleep on Simmons, and don't be a dead person that everyone loves. It's better to die than live, I've figured it out a long time ago."

"What are you writing about?" The editor couldn't help asking, "The newspaper said it's been a long time since I saw you." "Don't laugh at me, I'm conceiving a novel." The editor still laughed loudly, "I really don't understand, novels are also a genre of writing, what's so great about it, now so many people want to retreat and write novels." I stayed for a while, "There are good and bad novels." "Character sketches are both good and bad, think about it again, and take it as a help." She hung up the phone.

I hug my knees and look at the ceiling. Yao Jing, a beautiful female star, has developed brilliantly on TV.Gentle, well-educated, well-spoken, with personality, life is life, and the stage is the stage, and he doesn't like to use his private life for publicity. She has an impeccable face shape and a slender figure. She rarely appears in a swimsuit and her acting skills are superb.Age is a mystery, maybe thirty or thirty-two.The skin is delicate and white, and he refuses to bask in the sun. When filming outdoors in summer, he covers his head with a towel, and only his eyes are exposed. Some reporters have captured such photos, which are not intimidating, and he is dressed like a forbidden Arab king.

Not a shallow woman. But she died of a heart attack the day before yesterday, falling like a star in the dark blue sky. I was shocked when I read this news because of the relationship between the two sides. People are going to die, and the Pink Skull is only a thin line away. Apart from sadness, I am glad that she passed away due to illness, and I am most afraid of seeing news of suicide. The first time I saw her, it was Sister Bian who contacted her for me.Three years ago, she was so popular that she refused to accept interviews easily.I got this opportunity because our newspaper was well-known and decent enough, and of course, because at that time, she had something to publish.

We didn't make an appointment at a coffee shop in a big hotel. The location is her home. I first had a good impression.How sincere it was to make an appointment at home, even in the suburbs, I still rushed there with great interest. I didn't hold a tape recorder and carry a big cloth bag like ordinary interviewers.I dress very modestly, which is how I have been for years, insist on maintaining a ladylike appearance in the worst environment, never wear jeans and sneakers, and now that there is no war, I don’t have to dress like I’m in the trenches. The maid came to open the door.

She is making flowers in the living room.When he saw me, he raised his head, his eyes shone like cold stars. Wearing a long silk padded jacket and flat shoes, she walked over in small steps and said, "I'm Yao Jing, and you're Miss Xu?" "Yes, I am Xu Zuozi." I immediately felt that she was a star among the stars, with an extraordinary charm. As soon as she appeared, she was half conquered by her in a few words. She greeted me to sit, asked me what to drink, very thoughtful. It's good to be perfunctory, but not hypocritical. I looked around, at 11:30 in the morning, the house was well organized, the winter light was soft, falling on the generous and plain furnishings, making the place look more spacious and comfortable, not like the exaggerated and luxurious style that ordinary female stars like.

The same is true of her clothes, a silk blue-gray gown, flesh-colored stockings, hair pulled back, and a delicate face like a snow-white gardenia. I do smell the fragrance of flowers. It's the Chinese New Year, and there is a large plate of crab claw daffodils in dense clusters on the high table, a small part of which has already bloomed. I feel very comfortable and relaxed. This living room may have hosted countless big businessmen and producers, and I should feel honored as a guest reporter. She smiled, "What does Miss Xu want to ask?" I leaned forward, "What does Miss Yao want to say?"

Her smile spread out, so beautiful that it surprised me.Her squinted eyes are charming, but her small teeth add childishness. Under the offensive of her smile, I was a little flustered, and said quickly: "Then I will talk casually." She rested her head on her hand, waiting for my question. One can tell at a glance that she has practiced this posture a thousand times and ten thousand times, she is very skilled, every frown and smile is just right, she is versatile and never makes a mistake, but if she does it, it is worthy of the purpose of pleasing to the eye . I am not an inexperienced reporter. When I was an intern in the United States, I had contact with dignitaries and traffickers, ranging from congressional senators to prostitutes in slums. I interviewed them all. But such a soft protagonist makes my mouth water. "Is your real name Yao Jing?" I remember asking. "Is Yao Jing's name vulgar?" This meant that he didn't want to reveal his real name. Check it out and get to the bottom of it immediately, but the person concerned doesn't want to mention it, so we need to be more flexible. "Are you free for a while?" I asked casually, "Not on stage?" She was surprised, "But I never go on stage." I blushed, yo, I ran here without doing my homework, making a fool of myself. "Miss Xu just came back from a foreign country?" She was very considerate of me. I immediately said, "It's not considered an extraterrestrial visitor. Yes, I remembered that Ms. Yao said she would never go on stage." "I'm an actor, not a juggler." She said softly. There was infinite pride in her voice. From that moment on, I knew that there must be people who hated her, and that being different was not enough, and it was even more disadvantageous to express my position so deliberately. She doesn't look like an actress. The emotions of actors are rarely so stable, especially actresses, most of them are thirteen o'clock, otherwise how can they perform such private emotions on stage. I spread my hands, "I have nothing to ask." There was a light in her eyes, "Ask me when I will get married." "Ah," I whispered, "Are you getting married?" Big news. "yes" "When? With whom?" At this moment, a man came down from the upstairs of the duplex apartment. Yao Jing immediately stood up and went to meet her, "Honey, a reporter is interviewing me." She was as happy as a bird, as if accepting an interview was the first time. The man was very dignified and decent, but his expression was a little cold. Yao Jing introduced me, "My fiancé Zhang Xu, this is Miss Xu from Xin Wen Bao." Mr. Zhang didn't take me seriously at all, he just greeted me lightly to show his love for Wujiwu.He then went out to work. I smiled and asked, "Is it an outsider?" Yao Jing nodded happily. After a while she said, "He's a barrister." She was quietly beaming with irrepressible joy. I was very surprised, such a popular female star, who has never seen anything in the world, is also overwhelmed by the trust of her life, how emotional. "Is it coming soon?" I said. "Tomorrow we will go to New York together. His family is in New York." "Zhang Xu, Zhang—" I suddenly remembered, "But who is General Zhang?" After all, I have lived in New York for several years. She raised her eyebrows, "Miss Xu, you are so smart, he is the grandson of General Zhang." "Congratulations, traveling and getting married." "Yes, please tell my audience." "It's my honor." She laughed again. "Have some snacks before leaving, it's cold outside." She turned to order the maid. The back is very slender, with narrow shoulders. As soon as a woman looks good, she immediately gives people a feeling of being overbearing.When she came back, she was even more emotional, and said to me: "Miss Xu, we hit it off." This is not a lie, she rarely accepts interviews.I asked: "Retire after marriage?" "Not necessarily, it's not good to be rigid, there is no one hundred percent in the world." She turned her head, "It's much better to leave room for yourself." Smart girl. People who think too highly of themselves often end up being looked down upon by others: they will definitely get promoted, will definitely marry out, and will definitely leave this circle... Who will be the guarantee? I saw nothing, so I took my leave. Ah yes, photos, ask her for photos. She said: "My husband's job...it's inconvenient for him to appear on the entertainment page." Then her picture. "There must be a newspaper." I am submissive. She walked me to the door, "Miss Xu, come and sit down when you are free." I suddenly became funny, "Really, do you remember who I am? Can I really come and sit?" She gave me a light look, "Your name is Xu Zuozi, isn't it?" I smile. Her driver took me to the newspaper office. A very pleasant experience. I wrote an amazing impression of her. From then on, Sister Editor insisted that I was her good partner. After that time, every time I see a beautiful woman, I always like to make comparisons in my heart: It's not bad, but compared to Yao Jing's exquisite beauty, it seems to be a bit worse. The main reason is that these young girls are too flamboyant, thinking that youth is everything and that youth is endless, so they are very arrogant, and they are full of joys and sorrows in three minutes. How to climb up, if you succeed, you will talk about it, and if you fail, you will cry bitterly, but afterwards you will be a hero, with a cheap plastic indestructible body... How can the heroine in the novel have such a character? Even if it is a bloody social novel, the characters' personalities have to be sublimated a little bit. After meeting once, I became her unquestionable minister and eternal supporter. After marriage, she did not withdraw from her circle, but became more active. Mr. Zhang never appeared with her. Few people have seen him. I am the only reporter who has this honor. They all love to ask: what kind of person is he? I only had a one-sided relationship with him, which is hard to describe. Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and being happy for it, I believe that Yao Jing picked him out of thousands of choices, and in this case, everything else can be tolerated. Why do I say that, because two people with completely different lifestyles and backgrounds, in order to seek practical accommodation together, infinite and painful accommodation is necessary. A mature and intelligent woman like Yao Jing must be able to handle it. She is a caring person. After middle age, the weight of a lifelong partner is increasing day by day, more important than wealth and fame, I believe she also understands. I am very relieved. Three years later, Yao Jing called "Xin Wen Bao" in person, specifying that she wanted to see Xu Zuozi, and she wanted to tell the truth about her marriage change rumored by the outside world. I am so flattered. At that time, I had been transferred to the economic section, and the work was extremely boring. Yao Jing's favor made me feel proud.Sister Editor can get an exclusive headline when she sees you, and kisses my hand before I leave. This cute snob. The second time I saw Yao Jing, my impression was completely different from the first time. She still calls me Miss Xu. Yao Jing's hair had a new look after it was permed. It was the kind of crumpled waves imitating the 1930s, a little messy and beautiful. She was wearing the most fashionable new black clothes, and she was obviously anxious when she saw me coming out. "Miss Xu, it's good to have you here." She was a little excited. The furnishings in the house have not changed, the carpet has been changed, it used to be light blue, but now it is an old gray-purple, very elegant. Yao Jing didn't ask questions right away, she said: "Miss Xu, you have a really good memory and a really careful heart. Since you wrote an interview for me last time, I always feel that only you can see my heart. And, You know what to write and what not to write." I raised my head in surprise, I dare not take such a compliment, she is not trying to perfuse me, there is no need for it. Yao Jing poured out a small glass of amber wine in order to conceal her slight uneasiness, and took a sip slowly. The maid gave me black tea with no sugar but milk.Yao Jing's memory is also impeccable, and these little thoughtful things impress me deeply. She has me in her heart. She finally got to the point: "Do you think I will get a divorce?" It was a strange question, because her tone was really asking. I pondered for a while and replied, "No, you won't get a divorce." Yao Jing let out a sigh of relief, "Yes, how could I get divorced." "Where is Mr. Zhang?" I asked. "He's in New York. Has Miss Xu been back to New York?" "How do you know I'm from New York?" I asked with a smile. "Your experts told me." She smiled. I said, "Don't pay attention to the rumors outside. I'll help you clarify this matter." She nodded. She pours another glass of wine. Black clothes make ordinary women.Haggard and old, so I seldom wear black, who needs a witch-like sense of mystery.But Yao Jing fit well in a black top, which made her skin as radiant as snow. The wine added color to her cheeks, and she put down her glass. "Miss Xu, how much truth do you think the rumors outside have?" "Why do you think I won't get a divorce?" It became her to visit me. I analyzed and said: "There are many factors to maintain a marriage. Some people are looking for a destination, some people are for a passport, and some are for love, meal tickets, or elation. How could it be so easy to break up before." She is silent. There are a thousand question marks in my heart.She and I are really casual acquaintances, besides, the reporter has a pen, and she is not afraid of anything that can't be written?But you can say that she read the right person, I am not the kind of reporter who must record what he says. "You're right." She regained her composure. "Maybe you should relax a bit," I suggested, "have a cup of tea with friends after work and play cards." She smiled, "Do you have any friends?" She looked very lonely. "Not a lot, but I have," I said, "and that's because I'm not at the top." "Have a male companion?" She asked again. "Yes." She seemed very happy, "I'm a colleague from the newspaper." "Are you in love?" "No, not love, love is a completely different thing." I also smiled. She understood exactly what I said, this beautiful and transparent woman. There is a large bouquet of lilies in the crystal retort, which has the fragrance of herbs. "Don't think too much about it," I said. She nodded. "I'm looking forward to reading your article." It was she who drove me home in a big motorhome herself. The weather was cold, and she wore a leopard-skin coat on her shoulders, looking graceful. I was surprised, "Cheetah skins are allowed now?" "This one is dyed with fox fur, and it's made by Chithia," she said. I said: "The leather made locally looks like dirt, and it looks like a young lady when you put it on. Once you take it off, you can enter the kitchen." Yao Jing laughed, "Miss Xu, you are so interesting, I really need a friend like you." I breathed a sigh of relief. The lonely expression on her face seemed to be swept away by now. "Call me Sako." I said. "I'm an old-fashioned person, outdated, and I'm used to addressing people as Mr. and Miss." As she spoke, she pressed the radio on the car, playing a white-light singing voice, as mellow as fine wine. She said softly: "Modern people can't even tell the difference between a deep voice and a broken voice." I didn't know how to speak, but fortunately I was home by then. Infinite Yiyi, I shake hands with her. I said stupidly: "Miss Yao, don't worry, I always know what to write and what not to write." She exchanged a grateful look with me and drove the car away. The manuscript was published in the newspaper the next day to refute the rumors for her. She called and I happened to overhear. The office is so noisy, it is not convenient to talk about it in detail, but I just want to thank me. I promised to come out to tea with her. My colleagues in the newspaper began to call me an "expert on Yao Jing". She was very lonely and miserable inside, I could see that.But it was well controlled, and this marriage was inseparable.She married for the sake of marriage, how could she break up so easily, she needs this name, no matter how high the price is, she must maintain it. I asked the expert: "Is Yao Jing's husband playing outside?" They replied: "You don't know anything, but you come to ask us." Mr. Zhang Xu stayed in New York for a long time, his girlfriend is a Chinese ballet dancer, very young and very beautiful, he will come back soon. I am speechless. Yao Jing and I are both busy.I am collecting information and want to write a novel.And she is making a movie based on a novel. We never met for that tea. I suspect she regrets telling me too much, and forgets it. Then, last Friday, news broke that she had suffered a heart attack at her apartment and died. The maid saw that she was not feeling well, then fell to the ground, and immediately called an ambulance, confirming that she died on the way to the hospital. No one knew she had a heart condition. Of course it seems a pity now, but it will be a blessing fifty years later.So beautiful when she died, her memory will be perfect forever. too cruel?No no, often when I saw the story of the white-headed palace lady on TV, I thought to myself, why do I have no plan, whether I can go back to my home or escape from the world, how can I not do both. It's very late at night, I can't sleep, I'm remembering Yao Jing. According to the newspaper, Mr. Zhang was not with her when she died. As usual he was in New York. It is true that Yao Jing has hundreds of thousands of viewers, but the distance is too far to reach them. The phone rang again. Sister Editor's voice: "Have you finished thinking about it?" "Think about it." "Give me five thousand words." "My answer is no." "Screw you." I laughed, "It doesn't matter, you can scold me, if you don't want me to write, I will treat you to dinner." "Huh! You write for me, and I'll treat you to dinner," she said, "who can't afford a dinner." "Are you still at the newspaper office?" "Yes, miss." "You just spread out your bed and sleep in the newspaper office to show your loyalty to the country." "Doesn't Yang Shoulin deserve the Loyal Minister Award more? He just washes his face, brushes his teeth and takes a shower here." The old editor said. "He is different. In the future, "Xin Wen Bao" will be his career." I said. "You are our future boss wife." "Listen to this kind of quack tone, if it spreads out, it should become 'Xu Zuozi's nose is too big, and now he is the future proprietress of "Xinwenbao", why bother?" "Do you care what other people say? Aren't you the most handsome person in the world?" I can only laugh. "I still have to explain the confession sentence by sentence. This has nothing to do with being free and easy. I just don't have time." "It's fashionable to tell people everything." She laughed. "Really, so cute? What's your age this year? Tell me, forty-two or forty-five? You have nothing to hide! They are all college graduates. Let me tell you, the collapse of this city in the future is not for Other factors, but too many braggarts blow it up." "What happened to you and Yang Shoulin?" she said. "Hanging for half a day." "It's been more than three years since I left," she said. "Hey, don't expose people's privacy, still not sleeping?" I said. "Goodbye." Sister Editor said. I guarantee that from now on, there will always be 300,000 words written in mourning for Yao Jing. Being a spectator is always nobler than being an actor, and being a reader is always better than being a writer. My hobby is to read newspaper supplements, and express my opinion while reading: Well, this one is not bad.Hey, this nerve.Ah, this column has finally moved to the end of the newspaper, and it is expected to be eliminated soon... How cheap the newspaper is, and the entertainment is so rich, especially when there are more and more essay columns, and the authors share everything with strangers. Surprised, someone even wrote the twenty-four styles on the bed, which is too great. I have never doubted that there is demand for supply, so I dare not underestimate any kind of article. There are always people who read it. Department stores know all kinds of customers, and no one will worry about loneliness. I didn't fall asleep, maybe because I was sad for Yao Jing. After a fire, this person disappeared from the world. But when he was alive, he didn't know how many people would have to fight to get on the throne. In Yao Jing's world, people step on some people to praise others.If it is not done well, it will become the soles of other people's feet. You must climb, climb, and keep climbing, staying on the highest peak, keeping your balance and not falling.Terrible price, enviable scenery. It doesn't matter to me, I'm just a spectator, a man who spends money, and when I feel that A is not good-looking, I will go to see B immediately, I hate the lovely people. I smoked many cigarettes, and my genius was bright. The phone rang, it was Yang Shoulin. "Come out for breakfast." "What? I haven't slept all night, how can I have breakfast." "What did you do last night?" "Shoutou! I won't tell you." "Everyone else can call me Shoutou, but you can't. When you call me, you tell people that only Shoutou likes you." I smile. "Go to sleep after breakfast, anyway, I will accompany you." "Speak clearly, don't be in a group, I only eat with you, not sleep with you." "Come out!" He shouted, "Stop talking nonsense." I was discouraged, "Wait downstairs in fifteen minutes." Yang Shoutou has achieved success in no time. I dare not argue with him at all. I am twenty-six years old, and I only have one boyfriend in total. It takes a lot of calories to change people around me and change jobs. I have been on a long-term diet, and I have no extra energy at all. Look in the mirror, wash up and wait downstairs. Shoutou didn't come here by car, he was walking, full of energy, and he certainly didn't seem to have slept all night. "Where's the car?" I asked aloud. "broken." "Three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, the honorable car always stays in bed for three hundred days, which is more expensive than Lin Daiyu," I complained, "I told you that European cars cannot be driven." "I told you not to use oriental goods." He glared at me. "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Didn't the Italians bully us during the Eight-Power Allied Forces?" "Sako, you talk as much as rice porridge." I stopped ringing. "Why are you depressed? The more unhappy you are, the more you talk. When you are happy, you whistle at most." Shoutou said. I am silent. Both of us like to have western breakfast.Rich croissants with butter jam, bacon and eggs, milk, black tea and juice. After eating, I don’t think about other problems for ten hours. Whenever I eat, the sun is shining brightly in the coffee shop, I feel that it is good to be alive, and Shoutou should propose to me. The editor once asked me what "Shoutou" means. I said this is Shanghai dialect, which is roughly equivalent to the bully in the northern population, or the old man in Cantonese. It has a sense of ridicule and not much malice. Shoutou doesn't mind having this nickname, since he was seven years old, that's what his elementary school classmates called him. The pager next to Shoutou rang, and he took it out to read, "The newspaper office is looking for me." He immediately jumped out and called back. He seems to really need this kind of equipment. As the manager of Xin Wen Ri Wan Bao, he likes to take care of things. When he came back, he said to me: "I'm looking for you, Sako." He looked surprised. "Is it sister editor?" I said, "I'm still determined." "No, it's Chen Wang Zhang Law Firm." He said. "I don't know." I continued drinking tea. "About Yao Jing's will." "Yao Jing's will?" I was stunned, "What does it have to do with me?" "It's very strange." Shoutou said, "I want you to contact them as soon as possible." "Is it a mistake?" "Won't." I wiped my mouth with a cloth towel, "I'm going to make a phone call." I called from a public phone. "My name is Xu Zuozi." "Miss Xu, please come to our office building immediately." They felt like a treasure. "Why, what is it?" "You'll know when you come." "Tell me what's going on first?" I said. "Okay," they said helplessly, "it's about Ms. Yao Jing's legacy." "What?" I didn't believe my ears. "Ms. Yao Jing will give you the entire inheritance."