Tsk.
Why is he thinking this
something wrong...
Mu Yan took out the shopping receipt, and was about to throw it into the trash can. Before the receipt fell off from his fingers, the young man blinked his curly eyelashes, he pursed his lips, and put the receipt back into his pocket .
He walked forward again, and after walking for a while, the slender young man frowned suspiciously.
Why not throw it away
Something is really wrong.
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The hour hand is about to point to nine o'clock.
The director just came in with the materials, and the white fingertips of the young man sitting in the recording studio gently smoothed today's manuscript. Here he did not wear a mask, completely showing a delicate and beautiful cheek.
He looked up quietly, under the long dark eyelashes curled up, the light brown pupils reflected the warm light, they were unbelievably beautiful.
The director walked over, coughed unconsciously, looked at the man, and couldn't help but relax his tone a lot.
"Mu Yan, do you want to read another... about love today?"
The young man sat in front of the microphone, with a blank expression on his face, stretched out his hand to cover the dark shelf for debugging, and flatly lifted his bright red lips: "Don't read."
The director frowned: "Why?"
Yesterday was also everyone's soft and hard talk, and this talent reluctantly accepted it.
After reading [First Encounter], a theme similar to love, his natural voice is really nice, and reading this kind of theme will definitely attract more people.
Mu Yan flatly refused with a reason.
"I haven't talked about love, so I can't read it."
The director raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Mu Yan has hosted the show here for about a year, and has known him for a long time. Although he doesn't know his private life, he really didn't notice that this person had a relationship during this period.
"But...how about you try it."
The director still didn't give up, the young man looked over with his cold and calm eyes, he pursed his slender lips, didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the uneasy director.
"..."
The director coughed and waved his hand.
"If you don't read it, don't read it."
The young man looked back calmly, the hour hand pointed to the start of nine o'clock, and the live broadcast started on time.
Today's topic is:
[parting]
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Kapok put on the earphones, and the magnetic, slightly hoarse voice came out, pleasant to the ear, tinged with a bit of quiet gentleness.
"We have all experienced parting, from family members, friends, classmates, lovers, children, or a stranger..."
I got off work late today, and Kapok bought a hot roasted sweet potato at the stall.
She took a bite and walked towards the bus stop.
I have to say that the anchor's voice is really nice. At nine o'clock every night, on the way home from get off work, listening to the radio, I couldn't help but relax.
She opened Weibo and found the only follower. The girl raised her head and pinched her earlobe, thought for a while and started typing.
[Thank you for your voice that has accompanied me for so long, you are really an excellent host, I appreciate you very much, thank you.]
After editing and sending it out, she put the phone in her pocket. If this person can't see it all the time, is it true that she really has to steal Weibo
"Three years in high school, whether it's long or short, but in the end it seems that they parted suddenly. Before saying goodbye properly, they had already parted ways. They grew up slowly and never stopped on the road of growth..."
His voice is beautiful and his speech is full of emotion.
People who just listen to the radio can't help but bring their emotions into it, and feel sad unconsciously.
(end of this chapter)