Now that he has become the editorinchief of a newspaper, he has gone to the streets to find news when he has no more balance, but he can’t just start making up news in the office like his unscrupulous reporters.
News is life, not fiction.
He likes reading these letters from readers, which will make him feel that he is experiencing many different lives.
When he picked up an envelope, he found that the envelope had been edited and marked I suggest you have a look
He became curious.
There are so many letters from readers that not one envelope has been edited and marked.
Does this mean anything?
He opened the letter and looked carefully.
As he read, his brow wrinkled tighter and tighter.
The letter was not long. He finished reading it quickly, but his brow didn’t let go. Mediano lost interest in reading his readers’ letters.
He leaned forward with his left 
hand propped up and his eyes didn’t know where to look.
It was a long time before he woke up from meditation like he had just woken up.
He looked at his wrist watch and found that it was morning. Then he took out his cell phone and began to dial a message.
……
Changsheng was awakened by words.
Yesterday, the league officially ended. He gave the team two days off and gave himself two days off.
After a tight season, my nerves and body can finally have a good rest at this time.
Today, the original plan was to have a good time with Avril Lavigne, relax, not talk about football, and play with Avril Lavigne without thinking about the King’s Cup. She can do whatever she wants and go wherever she wants.
But first, let him sleep in.
Now, although the sun has shone into the room outside in the morning, he still lies on the sofa in the living room until the cell phone rings.
When the mobile phone rings, there is an instant victory, which is to wake him up. When the alarm clock wakes up, he should get out of bed, then wash and chew a steamed bread and drink a bowl of porridge in a hurry. Before dawn, he will squeeze the bus to the other end of the city against the snow.
He opened his eyes and saw the bright sunshine and blue sky outside the window, then he remembered his body at this time.
But his heart was still pounding uncontrollably, and he was sweating on his back.
Just like the illusion was a terrible nightmare.
The bell rang tenaciously and Changsheng was completely awake.
He grabbed the coffee table and turned on the phone.
What can I do for you to call me so early, Mr. EditorinChief?
Let’s meet sometime. I often want to show you a letter. Carlos Mediano said with a little fatigue at the other end.
What’s the matter? Changsheng asked
I want you to help me fulfill a little fan’s wish.
Of course, lift a finger.
Then I’ll meet you at the bar at noon?
At noon … Chang Shengyin hesitated. He looked at the bedroom door.
He has to accompany Avril Lavigne during the twoday holiday, starting with lunch.
Noon is not that time for him to socialize.
Can’t you say it in words?
I think it may be unclear …