Zhang Long is a taxi driver and spends 60% of his day on the road. Of course, he cannot watch TV programs while driving and can only listen to the radio to pass the time.
He is a native of Beijing, and he has grown up listening to the programs of Beijing Radio Station since he was a child. Unlike most drivers, he likes to listen to art channels rather than traffic channels.
Perhaps this has something to do with his age of twenty-five or six.
At noon today, after he picked up a girl near the university town, he headed towards his destination. When he started his bicycle, he casually turned on the Beijing Literature and Art Broadcasting Channel.
The four people walked here, and there was a dense forest ahead, and there was no road again.
"Wukong, I'm hungry. Let's find some food." Tang Monk sat down on the stone and said.
"I'm busy, you won't find it by yourself? It's not like you don't have legs." Sun Wukong said, holding the stick.
"Are you busy? What are you busy with?"
"Don't you think this sunset is beautiful?" Sun Wukong said, still looking at the horizon. "Only by looking at this can I keep walking westward every day."
Hearing the voice coming from the radio, Zhang Long was a little stunned and said, "Hey, has the host been changed?"
The young girl smiled and said: "Uncle, do you still like to listen to such old-fashioned programs?"
Zhang Long smiled at the girl and said casually: "I'm used to it, I always have to listen to something while driving.
The girl glanced at the corner of her mouth, but turned her attention from the mobile phone to the radio in the car.
"Fight, fight, one will be killed or the other will be killed." Tang Seng stood up, "You are the uncles, I will go find food for you, okay? It's better to let the monster eat me, then you can just cry." "
"Go quickly, there is a female fairy waiting for you there" Sun Wukong shouted.
"Pfft..." The girl couldn't help laughing as she listened: "Hey, uncle, is this the story we all know, where the monkey protects the monk and goes to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures?"
Zhang Long seemed to have been attracted by the story at this time, and said absently: "I guess so, has a child your age heard of this?"
"Hey, I was obsessed with this story when I was a kid. I would pester my dad to tell me stories every day. However, this version doesn't seem to be the one we all know!"
Zhang Long didn't speak, and the girl stopped talking unconsciously, put her phone in her bag, and began to listen to the story attentively.
"Ah! Even though I have glaucoma and astigmatism, I cry in the wind and can't see the sun, I've also been degenerated from being underground for too long. How can you make fun of my physical defects? When I get angry, I'll hit you with a stick. Guguai! Lao Sun will end up with your little beauty!"
Sun Wukong raised the golden cudgel.
The girl laughed again.
"Sun Wukong... you are Sun Wukong!"
The woman hugged his legs: "Is it you? Is it really you? Am I not dreaming?"
She raised her ugly face and looked at Sun Wukong with infinite affection, tears falling from her eyes.
Sun Wukong felt a tremor all over his body, as if his internal organs were beating. He wondered what kind of magic this was. He felt that it was extremely powerful, but it was useless at this moment.
The woman was still saying: "It would be great if you came. Is it just another dream? But I am satisfied. I have lived here for so many years just to think that one day you will appear in front of me. You Free, are you finally free? I know this day will definitely come, no one can lock you, never... so good... so good... "
"Girl, we're here! It's fifteen yuan in total, do you still need a ticket?" Zhang Long stopped the car, turned around and said to the female voice in the car.
The girl was stunned at this moment, as if she didn't expect to reach her destination so soon. He showed a shy expression at this time, and said hesitantly: "Uncle, if you don't go around for a while, I will still pay you the fare..."
Zhang Long smiled: "Girl, I think you want to hear this story to the end, right?"
The girl's thoughts were revealed, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue shyly, and asked with a pleading accent: "Is it okay, uncle?"
Zhang Long tore off the ticket at this time, handed it to the girl, and said: "It's okay, this show is only more than half an hour, and it's almost over now. You can just listen to it in the car before leaving."
The girl blushed and said uneasily: "Is this okay? Will it affect your business?"
"It's okay. I didn't plan to leave the car originally. I'll wait until the show is over." Zhang Long smiled: "I was also attracted by this story. I haven't heard such a good story for a long time. This anchor is very powerful. !”
"Yeah, he dubbed so many people by himself, each with their own characteristics, it's really nice to hear!" The girl took out the fare from her wallet and handed it to Zhang Long, then sat quietly in her seat and listened to the story.
The woman looked surprised: "How could it be... Could it be that... they want you to do three things, which three things are they?"
"You are really annoying, okay, let me make it clear to you. The first thing is that you want me to save the bald man just now. The second thing is that you want me to kill four demon kings..."
"Four Demon Kings?"
"That's right, they are the Great Sage Bull Demon King Pingtian of Niuzhou in Xihe, the Great Sage Peng Demon King of Luzhou in the north, the Great Sage Macaque King of Tongtian in Buzhou in the south, and one more, the Great Sage Monkey King Qitian of Dongsheng Shenzhou. !”
"Ha... beautiful... Monkey King?"
Hearing this, Zhang Long felt his heart tighten. After the girl who had been fit for a century looked at each other, she also saw shock in the other's eyes.
"Why, you know him. The third thing, God will tell me after these two things are done. Why are you crying again?"
The woman lowered her head and murmured: "Yes, he can't remember everything, and he can't remember you either..."
Tears fell into the soil.
"Alas," Sun Wukong jumped down from the tree, "Seeing that you are in so much pain, I will do a good deed and help you to be freed. In the next life, being a bank of flowers and plants, swaying with the wind, is not better than living for too long, remembering A chaotic demon
The woman endured the pain and raised her head: "I won't remember wrong. I remember everything and will remember it forever... Unexpectedly, I have been waiting for five hundred years, but what I am waiting for is to die in your hands. We still can't escape after all." His palm."
Sun Wukong raised his stick...
By this time, the girl was already in tears. Even Zhang Long felt sad for a while.
"Today's "The Legend of Wukong" will be broadcast here for all our dear viewers. If you want to know what happens next, please stay tuned to "Lunchtime Stories" at the same time tomorrow."
At this time, the girl Zheng Kaiming looked at Zhang Long with blurred tearful eyes and asked: "Uncle, which channel is this broadcast on?"
"Beijing Literary Broadcasting, this program seems to be called "Lunch Story Collection"."
"What is this anchor's name? What other works does he have?" the girl continued to ask.
"It seems his name is Qin Hao. I don't know the details. He should be a newcomer, right?"