Bitter Entertainment Critic

　　 He did not rush to analyze the "Fallen Leaf", because it only takes a few breaths to get the result, it is better to wait for Gu Hongsheng to summarize the content of "Xu Tian Ji".

　　He takes this matter very seriously.

　　 In particular, Gu Hongsheng's experience made him wonder how many people were overwhelmed by the capital market.

　　 This feeling of powerlessness is most clearly expressed in Gu Hongsheng.

　　 Is society really so dark?

　　Muo Zhuo Si really did not believe it! He had to go against it.

　　Noon rest time.

　　 Moved many Christmas trees in the office building, and the festival atmosphere became more and more intense. At first, these festivals were created by merchants for promotion.

　　 happens to have this demand in the market, and everyone needs a holiday to vent, and it will naturally hit it off.

　　 "Mr. Mo, do you want to go out to sing tonight?" Xue Yingzhuo asked.

　　 "Huh? I've been in a lot of trouble recently." Morrows replied indifferently.

　　 Fang Feiyu also came over and laughed jokingly: "Go! You are now a leader, so much experience the life of grassroots employees."

　　 "Are you still at the grassroots level? You are going to spend your honeymoon abroad soon, but I want to experience it." Mo Zhuosi scolded.

　　 Fang Feiyu threw a white eye, then shrugged at Xue Yingzhuo, saying he was powerless.

　　 "Really not?" Xue Yingzhuo asked again.

Morrows yawned and turned to say, "No, let's go next time! I have a fan meeting on New Year's Day. I have to go to the critics' exchange meeting in a few days. I don't want to live too tightly!" "

　　 "OK!" Xue Yingzhuo shouted deliberately: "Have you heard? We have a fan meeting with Mr. Mo!"

　　 A bunch of people were coming around.

　　 "When will it open?"

　　 "How many fans are there now?"

　　 "Is there a girl?"

　　 Mo Zhuosi despised this group of guys with a funny look, "On New Year's Day, in the ancient city, there should be more than a thousand or two thousand people now!"

　　 "Lying grass, great!" Fang Feiyu shouted in surprise: "Can I go?"

　　 "Yes! Don't reimburse the fare." Morrows raised his mouth slightly.

　　 Fang Feiyu's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished, "Then forget it, the ancient city back and forth, almost half a month's salary!"

　　 Wang Tingfei admired in a frivolous manner: "Fan meeting, if I have a fan looking for me to sign on the road one day, this life is worth it!"

　　 "Come and come, you sign me one!" Xue Yingzhuo smiled very cooperatively.

　　 "Hey, wrong, how can I hear that there will be more than six thousand fans!" At this time Yuan Xiaoli raised her hand and asked.

　　 She also deliberately searched, the online post bar shows that there are more than six thousand people.

　　 "Ah? Let me see!" Mo Zhuo stunned for a moment, unreasonable!

　　 As a result, he glanced at the screen and suddenly smiled and said: "You are wrong, this is a fan meeting of Gu Cheng, they are the dead fans of hazy poetry, and my fans will be named after me."

　　After reading it, everyone felt shocked.

　　 "Awesome! Awesome!" Fang Feiyu deliberately flattered and said: "Even there are two fan clubs!"

　　 "This group of people is organized spontaneously, I said they can follow the city, it has nothing to do with me!" Morzos chuckled softly, then returned to his seat.

　　 At this time, everyone remembered, it seems that many honors about Gu Cheng, Morzos did not accept.

　　 "Right, there seems to be no new works by Gu Cheng recently?" Zhang Deze said suddenly.

　　 Mo Zhuo Si thought for a moment, and then said: "Yes, I will think about what poetry there is, I haven't updated the work in a long time."

　　Because the classic works were taken out too early, although the position of hazy poetry was established, it was seriously lacking in stamina.

　　 Once other poets of hazy poems emerged, Gu Cheng's status could easily be pulled down.

　　 This is what Mo Zhuo Si does not want to see.

　　 is not about his own interests, but about Gu Cheng's honor.

　　 Morrows admired this talented poet from the bottom of his heart, although he could not know Gu Cheng's status and life in another world.

　　 But at least, since he took out Gu Cheng's work, he should ensure that he is treated as he should.

　　Muo Zhuosi in his mind turned out "Hazy Poetry Selection", which in addition to Gu Cheng's poems, there are other works.

　　 Of course, if you let Mo Zhuo Si once again, he might walk step by step, instead of coming up with the best works at once, causing the current situation is very embarrassing.

　　 "From the balloon seller, each child took a wish."-North Island

　　 "The grass is bearing its seeds, and the wind is shaking its leaves. We stand and talk, it is very beautiful."-Gu Cheng

　　 "The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing me.

　　 I fell on the snow on the maple leaves.

　　 And you are thinking of me. "----Xiaoyu "You will think of me when the world is upside down

　　Muo Zhuosi picked the works of three people and posted them in the work display area, and then began to calm down and read all the other works of Bailifei.

　　 See if it is as bad as the rumors.

　　……

　　Tang Xinghai was tired and lying on the hotel bed.

　　It has been three years since his debut. Behind the seeming scenery is the inexplainable difficulty.

Although 　　 has a small number of lovely fans, but behind the daily rush, there is endless loneliness.

　　Since his debut, he has been busy, feeling like a stranded boat.

　　 can't go back and forth, dead in place.

　　He was lying on the bed, and he stayed there for almost half an hour.

　　 There was a faint light outside the curtain.

　　Tang Xinghai felt very sad. When he wanted to find someone to chat with, he couldn't find a friend to chat with.

　　I don't know when, I don't want to post in the circle of friends!

　　 There is a saying that people who do not like to send a circle of friends are because they find a person who loves and loves so much. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can say everything to her, so there is no need to send a circle of friends.

　　 also has another way of saying that if there is no one in the circle of friends, it will not make sense.

　　Tang Xinghai thinks that he is the latter, he can't help but open the friend application list.

　　 There was a friend lying quietly inside, and he chose to agree.

　　 A girl's WeChat avatar entered the chat box, but when he thought for a long time before he took the courage to issue a sentence, the system popped up a prompt.

　　 "The other party refuses to receive your message, please add friends first."

　　He clicked on the application to add a friend, and in the next second, another prompt would pop up.

　　 "Due to privacy settings, the other party rejected your friend's application."

　　 Tang Xinghai suddenly showed a bleak smile, really clean and neat.

　　 That moment.

　　 Solitude is like the sunlight outside the window.

　　Tang Xinghai smiled self-deprecatingly, and then clicked on the comment network APP. Last time he saw a poem by Gu Cheng in it, which he liked very much.

　　He can still recite it now.

　　 You should be a dream, I should be a gust of wind.

　　 This sentence seemed to rub the pain point deep inside him, and he could not extricate himself for a long time.

　　 This time he entered the review website APP, he casually opened the work display area of ​​the commentary column.

　　 Next second.

　　 He was completely stunned, his eyes flushed instantly.

　　 "The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing me.

　　 I fell on the snow on the maple leaves.

　　 And you are thinking of me. "

　　 At that moment, tears came out of the eyes, Tang Xinghai sobbed all over, he hugged the quilt crying.

　　 Because, unless the world is upside down, you will think of me.