Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

At seven o'clock in the evening, Qi Xiangtian turned off the radio in the car. He had just finished listening to the "Evening Breeze" program on the Traffic Radio Station.

He heard this column by chance after he returned to China, which was two years ago. Since then, as long as he was driving home at this time, he would never miss it.

"The Evening Breeze Whispers" is an interactive column between listeners and the host. The host will have a topic to discuss with the listeners every day. The listeners can share your joys, sorrows, and anger with the host by calling or leaving messages on the official account.

Qi Xiangtian was not interested in the boring jokes and questions from the audience. He was only interested in the host's voice.

He had heard that voice four years ago.

Four years ago, he was on the same tour bus with the master's degree class of broadcasting and hosting from Lincheng University of Media and Communications on their graduation trip.

Qi Xiangtian is not a master's student in broadcasting and hosting, he is a doctoral student in computer science.

The bus had fifty-six seats, but there were only thirty-two students participating in the tour. The remaining twenty-four seats were filled by a dozen or so doctoral students and master's students of other majors from the same school who wanted to travel together.

Zhang Lang insisted on asking Qi Xiangtian to join the trip, and signed him up and paid for it regardless of whether Qi Xiangtian agreed or not. Therefore, on the tour bus that day, Qi Xiangtian only knew his doctoral classmate Zhang Lang.

Most of the people on the train were students majoring in broadcasting and hosting. They were all cheerful and unrestrained. The whole carriage was lively with them, and their jokes and jokes filled the air from beginning to end.

Qi Xiangtian closed his eyes and listened to the noise around him. His home had always been quiet, and here he felt the rich flavor of life.

"Wu Linxi, the hosting time is up, it's your turn." A girl's voice shouted in the car.

As soon as the words fell, only the rustling of footsteps was heard, followed by a sweet voice from the microphone: "Good morning, I am the tour guide Wu Linxi. Today I will provide you with interpretation services. Please remember my beautiful face——"

The voice passed through Qi Xiangtian's ears like a stream of clear water. Qi Xiangtian opened his eyes and looked forward. A girl in a white miniskirt was standing in front of the carriage with ease. She was speaking with the microphone prepared for the tour guide in the car.

"Wu Linxi—" a boy in the seat started to make noises, "Are you going to volunteer as a tour guide? Your research area is broadcasting and hosting."

"Isn't this an opportunity to practice broadcasting and hosting?" Wu Linxi said with a generous smile: "Students who graduate from our major can host, broadcast, and even be tour guides."

"Okay, okay—" a girl stood up and shouted, "Everyone, stop making a fuss and just listen to our classmate Wu Linxi. Put what you've learned into practice and think of it as getting into work mode in advance."

"Thank you Xiaomei for your encouragement..." Wu Linxi continued with the microphone, "I am honored to be the tour guide for this tour. My name is Wu Linxi, Lin for forest, Xi for stream. On behalf of the Broadcasting and Hosting major of Lincheng Media University, I wish you all a smooth trip and a smooth road after graduation.

"Student Wu Linxi——" a boy in the seat shouted, "I'm not a broadcasting and hosting major. Can I date you after the tour?"

"Wu Linxi—" another boy in the seat shouted, "There are already so many boys in our major who like you. If you offend people from other majors, I'm afraid that before you graduate, your dormitory door will be knocked down."

Wu Linxi blushed slightly, and she handed the microphone to another girl sitting in the first row, "Jiahui, you continue."

"Stop..." The classmate named Jiahui pushed the microphone to Wu Linxi, "Just continue. Don't listen to them. They are just saying the grapes are sour because they can't eat them."

"No, come on, come on, everyone should exercise a little." Wu Linxi stuffed the microphone into Jiahui's hand. Accompanied by a burst of shouting on the bus, she hurried to the empty seat in the last row of the bus.

Zhang Lang, who was sitting next to him, said to Qi Xiangtian: "This girl is pretty and has a nice voice. Their major is much more interesting than ours."

At this time, the classmate named Jiahui took the microphone and started her "tour guide" service. It turns out that every student majoring in broadcasting and hosting can perform well.

Qi Xiangtian did not answer Zhang Lang's words. His eyes followed Wu Linxi. She walked down and sat in the seat behind Qi Xiangtian.

When Wu Linxi raised her eyes, she saw Qi Xiangtian looking back at her.

She obviously didn't know Qi Xiangtian, but she smiled at him generously, with crescent-shaped eyebrows, a pair of dark, bright and clear eyes, and two small dimples on her cheeks.

Qi Xiangtian turned around and smiled. He remembered her name: Wu Linxi.