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The continuous rain for several days, and the pattering sound, seemed particularly alluring in the silent night.Shen Qing was typing on the keyboard habitually, and the coffee cup in her hand still had traces of being licked by her, and it was so dark that people had no appetite at all.

"Uh, it turns out that the weight loss effect of coffee is because the corpse after drinking is ugly enough."

The sound of the keyboard stopped temporarily, and Shen Qing, who wanted to take another sip, immediately lost his appetite when he saw the cup.

The alarm clock on the table indicated that it was a new day, and the parents in the next room had already fallen asleep peacefully.In Shen Qing's small world, she would stay up until this time every night, as if her inspiration for writing was particularly strong at this time.

Turn on the Internet radio, and Shen Qing's familiar voice came from the earphones. I have been chasing this program for more than half a year without knowing it:

"In this troubled city, among the people coming and going, there are always a few things and a few people that you will never forget and will evoke a memory deep in your heart.

Dear listeners and friends, welcome to listen to the waiting column on time. Sisi meets you here to spend a wonderful hour together. "

The biggest advantage of midnight broadcasting is that there are fewer advertisements that are constantly bombarded by fatigue, less hard-working yelling, and less impetuousness in broad daylight.

"The lines are as old-fashioned and contrived as ever, whether it's Grandma QY's upper body, or the post-Erkang era."

Hearing the familiar voice on the radio and the opening words that once attracted her, Shen Qing curled her lips.

Although she made harsh comments from time to time, Shen Qing didn't intend to change the channel.This program, which appeared on the radio in her mobile phone on a night of inexplicable insomnia, was instantly attracted by the voice of the anchor.

She is voice-activated, and she admits that this voice gave her an indescribable feeling of déjà vu.

"Today I will continue to share the love story from Wuhen with my listeners. Before the story begins, let's listen to a song." Pan Siyuan's voice, in the silent night, touched everyone who was waiting in front of the radio. lonely person.

In the deep night, the closed windows cut off the sound of rain and loneliness, but they couldn't cut off the loneliness in my heart.Liang Jingru's "It's a pity it's not you" came slowly from the earphones.When the melody sounded, Shen Qing's hand that was galloping on the keyboard suddenly stopped.

Inexplicably, there was a sour feeling in her nose, and Shen Qing began to hate Pan Siyuan a little bit.This woman has always been like this recently, always making her emotional ups and downs at the beginning of the show.

"In the middle of the night, why are you being so sensational? My eyes will be swollen tomorrow."

Gritting her teeth and sniffling, Shen Qing continued to work.Six months ago, she started writing novels, trying to write out the stories in her heart.In the dead of night, listening to the program hosted by Pan Siyuan, she gradually learned to restore and piece together the thoughts that were circling in her mind and bottom of her heart one by one.

"How are you now?" Pan Siyuan's voice gradually covered the end of the music. The story she will share with you is a love story submitted online.

A year ago, Pan Siyuan was seconded by the city station with a high salary, just to save the increasingly depressed Midnight Broadcasting.As a returnee, she is well-known in the industry, but she doesn't like to appear on camera, and she doesn't like to engage in front-screen publicity.Before accepting this invitation, I was planning to transition to program production and work behind the scenes full-time.

Perhaps it was because she had an indescribable feeling about the city, and the potential traction in her heart, that she finally accepted the three-year contract.And the first reform after her arrival was to propose to accept contributions from the audience, select innovative stories from them, and broadcast them continuously every night.

This not only solves the problem that the theme of the program is not fixed, not prominent, and has no characteristics, but also locks in some listeners who are willing to contribute.

"One hour flies by quickly, and it's time to say goodbye again. The last song tonight, Sisi will meet with you tomorrow." On the radio, there is no human voice anymore, and one song after another randomly switches , Shen Qing's train of thought seemed to be disoriented.

A sentence was typed out, but it was quickly deleted.Shen Qing sat blankly in front of the computer, staring at the screen, looking at the language he wrote during the burst of inspiration just now, and couldn't help humming the melody he heard silently.

"Good night, Pan Siyuan." After struggling for a while, Shen Qing turned off the computer resignedly.

In the past three months, she had found helplessly that only when she was listening to Pan Siyuan's program would she feel like she had diarrhea and couldn't stop at all.

Pan Siyuan, who just got off the show, walked out of the workshop, her face was still delicately made up, she was used to such upside-down work day and night, and she wasn't too tired.

"Sister Siyuan, Sister Yuan, Sisi..." There were still many figures busy making programs in the corridor of the radio station, passing by, everyone would respectfully and kindly nod to Pan Siyuan.

"Sisi, let's go to eat supper, I'm going crazy hungry!" Zheng Ting, who just got off work, jumped out of the editing room. She is by far the most familiar with Pan Siyuan in the stage. There are two reasons. One is that they are alumni, and the other most important thing is that they all love late night snacks.

The common hobbies brought these two young people who had known each other for less than a year together quickly. They shuttled tirelessly through the streets and alleys of the city, picking out all kinds of dark cuisine entrances, not forgetting to eat before each meal. Use your mobile phone to "sweep drugs" and post to your circle of friends.

As everyone knows, their hobby has already drawn up an "exorcism circle" for themselves, and everyone will consciously stand outside the safety line.

"Well, wait for a while, I'll pack up and go. Otherwise, you can ask a few more to go with you, anyway, the car can fit you." Pan Siyuan readily agreed, and headed towards her office with the manuscript in her arms. go.After walking two steps, she turned her head and spoke to Zheng Ting.

"Come on, who else in Taiwan dares to follow us to forage. There will be no second time after going there. They are all disposable products, which are not environmentally friendly." Don't hold out hope, it's just the two of them.

Why is Zheng Ting so negative when she hears about the supper?Her explanation is: "It's impossible to be friends with someone who eats pig intestines and insists on washing them clean." What she didn't expect was that Pan Siyuan, who was seeing Lushan's true face, was flattered by the leaders of Taiwan. In the end, it was a big intestine meal that brought them closer to each other in an instant.

"I'll go drive first, see you at the old place." Zheng Ting sent a message. Pan Siyuan was packing her bag, picked up her phone and glanced at it, and sped up her movements a little.

Before going out, as if thinking of something, he folded back and neatly stuffed a red transparent folder on the desktop into his valuable handbag.

"Anchor Si, it's 5 minutes later than usual today. Did you go to touch up your makeup? Today we eat the same old food. The difference is that it's indoors, and it won't stain your face. You don't need to wear waterproof makeup." Zheng Ting, who was waiting in the car for a while, saw Pan Siyuan trot over from the stage in the drizzle, without an umbrella in her hand. It hit her head, which made her heart ache.

"Waterproof makeup will reflect light at night. For your driving safety, I thought about it but it didn't work. Next time I drive, you can try it." Pan Siyuan joked about Zheng Ting as she quickly got into the passenger seat Disapprovingly, he wiped the bag casually and threw it on the back seat.Then he took out a few face towels and wiped his face lightly.

"Okay, I'm an editor, so I can't tell you. You can say a long sentence in one breath." Every time she quarrels, Zheng Ting can't take advantage of it.

He curled his lips, put down the handbrake, and drove.

"You're not bad either. No matter how much I say, if you cut down with the knife, you'll lose everything." Pan Siyuan's retort floated in the air, adding a bit of teasing.

In the bustling metropolis, in the early hours of the night, the scene of heavy traffic is not as good as during the day, but the cars driving on the road are by no means alone.On a rainy day, the road was slippery, Zheng Ting slowed down and stared intently ahead.

"Sisi, let me tell you, how many episodes are left for that love story? You've been doing it for almost four months." Recalling the program that was broadcast just now, Zheng Ting was a little curious about when the theme would change .

"You said untitled? To be honest, I don't know. When I feel that this story no longer attracts me, maybe it will stop broadcasting." Publicize the solicitation to the audience, and initially the invitees chat.Although there are manuscripts, there are very few that are innovative and enough to be broadcast continuously.

For this reason, the station held a special meeting to discuss the sustainability of the program, and Pan Siyuan gritted her teeth and persisted.Slowly, the quality of the short stories in several episodes was quite high, and the response was good after it was broadcast, and the program began to gradually accumulate popularity.

After that, a story called Untitled appeared in the mailbox of the program group, signed by the author: Wuhen.At that time, Pan Siyuan was attracted by the title, which seemed to have nothing written in it. The first five chapters of the story made her contact Wuhen decisively, hoping that he would contribute regularly.Because of the following days, she decided to continuously broadcast Untitled on the show.

"Tell me, is this story true or fictional?" Zheng Ting is in charge of the music editor of the waiting column. Before each program is broadcast, she must read the selected articles in this issue in advance, and then decide the selection together with Pan Siyuan. soundtrack.

For Untitled, she is also one of the loyal readers.

"True or not, why care too much about it. Art comes from life, even if it is fiction, there will be more or less a shadow of reality." Pan Siyuan, who is no longer a girl who just graduated, knows how to separate work from life.

At work, the story of Untitled is very attractive to her, but in life, she is unwilling to study too much.

"Then tell me, will Wuhen become popular in the future? Become a network writer or something? Isn't radio dramas popular on the Internet now? Have you ever thought about asking him to come to the radio station when the story is about to end?" Make a show?" According to the usual old practice, the show is popular, the work is popular, and the author should show up.

"He won't come. When I agreed to contribute the article, the premise was not to expose too much*, as long as the work was broadcast." Pan Siyuan leaned on the seat and closed her eyes to rest her head, shaking her head. This idea had also surfaced in her mind. But soon, Wuhen gave her a clear reply.

Until now, she didn't know whether Wuhen was a man or a woman.

"These days, there are a lot of weird people out there, and they have different points of interest. If you don't want to be famous, then why do you contribute." After turning on the turn signal, Zheng Ting turned the steering wheel a little too much, turning into an alley, the road became difficult to drive .

If it wasn't for the rain, the two women in business suits and stiletto heels would have been disgusted by the mud, so she would have parked the car at the previous intersection as usual.

"Everyone has different ideas. There are many ways to become famous, and you don't have to get out of our show. Moreover, what impressed me about this story at the beginning was its truthfulness and simplicity. It was too fictional and unattractive. "The radio station is not as popular as the TV station, and it is not really an entertainment circle. Pan Siyuan has always positioned herself as a literary practitioner.

She also deliberately kept a distance from this circle and the people in this circle.

Zheng Ting was busy looking for a suitable parking space, the topic came to an end, and there was a sudden silence in the car.

"It's finally here, I'm starving to death! In the future, when it's raining, I need to order it out in advance, or I'll be on the way!" After finally parking the car, Zheng Ting pulled her out of the car weakly, urging Pan Siyuan to hurry up. Point to the popular food stalls.