me and my gay husband

That is the best memory I have so far, so warm, so sweet, without the pressure of reality, and will not care about so many worldly visions.During that time, there was nothing in my heart, only him.

The first love on campus is everyone's favorite. Those who have not experienced it will always yearn for it; those who have experienced it will always secretly miss it; but such a precious period of time, only those who are experiencing it will unknowingly repeat the same mistakes So many times.

That was the time I cherish the most, and also, the time I don't want to mention the most.

After I came back, I quickly settled my residence and was busy submitting resumes everywhere, eager to find a satisfactory job. I settled in this familiar city and would never leave again.

Finally, after a week of tossing, I applied for the official radio station in N City.I remember that if it was five years ago, this is a good thing that I would never have dreamed of, but now, five years later, I am still numb.

Rather than working as a staff member in a large trading company, I would prefer a more relaxed and free job.I don't know why I had the idea of ​​applying for a radio station. I didn't want to work in this field anymore, but I foolishly hoped that he could hear my voice and know that I was back, in the same city as him. inside.

Thinking of this, I came to my desk when I came back to my senses, and the leader was the radio anchor, Sister Wang.She used her nice voice to introduce me to the big and small work items. When she first came in, she could only watch and study, and she could only broadcast when she had rich learning experience.

I have long been accustomed to this set of work rules, but I still accept it with the attitude of the latest scholar.

"Thank you, Sister Wang. I'm here for the first time today. Please take care of me from now on." I smiled and bowed to Sister Wang.

Sister Wang just nodded and left, she didn't look like a simple person.

For the next two weeks, I was on the radio to learn the routine broadcasting matters. Finally, tonight, the station director decided to let me start broadcasting. Before I entered the studio, he patted me on the shoulder and said that he hoped that I could be a hit.

He nodded modestly, and said that he hoped to get more advice from the seniors in the future.During the speech, I also walked to the studio.This is a working time exclusively for me.In fact, I heard from Sister Wang that many newcomers in the past were slowly introduced to the road with their senior partners, and I was still an exception in the entire company.

The familiar person picked up the headset, turned the audio wheel, and the songs prepared early penetrated into the eardrums.This is Huang Shuhui's "Missing", my favorite song ever.I always keep a smile on my face.I didn't turn down the music until 1 minute into the song, and turned on the microphone: "Time always slips through my fingers without knowing it, and the whole city misses me by virtue of the little bit of longing passed on to you." Hello, listeners, welcome to [Music Heart Journey]. I am the anchor Wei Zhe. With the beautiful music, the time has quietly arrived at 22:30 in the evening. At the same time, Music Heart Journey will meet you on time. Then I believe that many listeners will frown upon hearing this, and may mutter to themselves asking why the voice on the radio has become me..." Following this miss song, I used the softest voice to talk to the voice in front of the radio. The audience made fun of a few words before getting on track.

I only received news from the station at the end of the show, and temporarily added a live song request session. Remember, remember that this column would not answer calls from the audience before?But I just thought about it for a while, maybe everyone wants to test my impromptu performance.So I lowered the music again, with a bright smile on my face: "Welcome back, I am Wei Zhe. Listeners, the time has come, do you think it has come to an end? Those who wish you can dial 182＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ and send a nice song to your most important person. I am Wei Zhe, and I am here waiting for your call. " After finishing speaking, he turned off the microphone, Music is amplified.I don't know how long I waited, but still no one called the hotline, so I turned on the microphone again in less than 5 minutes, and said goodbye as if I couldn't bear it.

In the past, this show was only done for half an hour, but today it was done for an hour. This change left no time to prepare for the late-night show after me, causing the anchor on duty to look at me meaningfully, and then immediately started his program.After the show was over, the staff didn't mention the ratings, so I tactfully didn't ask about it, just listened to their jokes and went home.

It was already 01:30 in the morning when I got home.He took off his shoes at the entrance and walked straight into the bathroom, lying on the bed, drowsy.Shu Jie, did you hear my voice?

"Shu Jie..." I don't know how long I muttered like this, and finally fell asleep.

"Recently, you and I have the same mood." The pleasant ringtone woke me up.I lazily opened my eyes, ignored the caller ID, and hung the phone by my ear.

"Hello--?!"

"Are you back?" a baritone said.

I immediately widened my eyes when I heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and quickly looked at the caller ID. It was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

"Why don't you talk?" asked the other end of the phone.

"I...you, have you listened to the radio?" I stammered.

The other end of the phone smiled: "Stop being narcissistic, whoever listens to the radio, I listened to Ling Wu."

"Oh!" I sighed, "Where are you now?"

"Are you caring about me?" The other end of the phone smiled.Then he became serious again: "Hey, don't be angry, I'm in the coffee shop."

I squinted my eyes and suppressed the anger in my heart: "Du Yuxing, you have a fucking thick skin, don't you!"