一阵风从过道里吹过来,那铁片就发出吱呀声响。好像,时光的叹息。A报纸的发行量少了三成,总编在办公室里大发雷霆,檀木桌上横扫下来的纸张凌乱地堆在地板上,司空拉开玻璃门走进去,脚步落在那些碎纸屑上,发出如同秋日落叶般的沙沙声。“您找我?”“有个线人刚打过电话来,你跑一趟祁水。”总编说着,把嘴里的香烟在桌子上磕了两下,“报道再这么淡下去,大家就都喝西北风了,所以……” A gust of wind blows from the hallway, and the iron squeaks. Like, the sigh of time. A newspaper circulation less than 30%, the chief editor furious in the office, sandalwood table swept down the paper messy pile on the floor, Sagong opened the glass door to go in, the foot falls on those shredded paper, as if Autumn rustle like leaves. “You find me? ” “There is an informant just called, you run a trip to Qi Shui.” “The editor said, the mouth of the cigarette in the table knock twice, ” coverage So light down, we all drink northwest wind, so ... ... "