安平在机场怒值满满地写完本期专栏,看完后我们决定给她一次爆炸的机会。最傻的不是被出卖,是卖完还觉得我可爱半梦半醒间,接到个电话,是英国的号码,连续“嗡嗡”响了好久,我隐隐恶心了起来。果不其然:“安,你简直害死我了,我的天,你发什么微博啊,你相机里还有多少照片,统统都删掉。快,你现在就删掉。你到底有没有职业道德!我都快被骂死了!” An Ping finished this column at the airport with anger. After reading it, we decided to give her an opportunity to explode. The most stupid thing was not betrayed. It was also sold out. I thought I was lovely and half awake. I received a phone call. It was a British number. I had been screaming for a long time and I was disgusted. Sure enough: “Ah, you just killed me. My God. What’s your micro-blog? How many photos in your camera have been deleted? All right, you delete it now. Do you have any career? Moral! I’m almost dying!”