Why does he think about this?
Mu Yan took out the shopping receipt, wanting to throw it in the trash can. Before the receipt could fall off his hands. The young man blinked, pursed his lips, and put the receipt back into his pocket.
He stepped forward again, and after walking for a while, the young man frowned slightly suspiciously.
Why didnt he throw it out?
He must be sick.
The hour hand was about to point to nine.
The director just came in with the materials, and the white fingertips of the young man sitting in the recording studio gently flipped through today’s manuscript. Here, he did not wear a mask and completely exposed a delicate and beautiful cheek.
He quietly raised his eyes and looked over, under his eyelashes, the light brown pupils were reflected in the warm light, which was beautiful and incredible.
The director walked over and coughed unconsciously. Looking at the person, his tone couldn’t help but relax a lot.
“Mu Yan, do you want to read another passage today… the theme is love?”
The young man sat in front of the microphone, his face expressionless, and he stretched out his hand. He flatly lifted his lips: “No.”
The director frowned: “Why?”
Yesterday, everyone was soft and hard, and this talent barely accepted it.
Reading 【First Encounter】 which had a similar theme of love, his natural voice was really nice, reading this kind of theme will definitely attract more people.
Mu Yan calmly refused, the reason is.
“I haven’t been in love, I can’t read it.”
The director raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
Mu Yan has been hosting a show here for about a year, and he does not know anything about him in this short time. Although he doesn’t understand his private life, he has never noticed that this person has not been in a relationship during this period.
“But… why don’t you try it.”
The director still didn’t give up. The young man’s cold and calm eyes looked over. He pressed his lips, did not speak, but quietly watched the disturbed director.
The director coughed and waved his hand.
“Don’t read it if you don’t want to read it.”
The young man calmly retracted his gaze, the hour hand pointed to nine, and the live broadcast started on time.
Today’s theme was:
MuMian put on her earphones, and the magnetic slightly dumb voice that came from them was pleasant to the ears, dyed with a bit of quietness and gentleness.
“We have all experienced parting, to family, friends, classmates, lover, children, or a stranger…”
MuMian got off work late today, she bought a hot roasted sweet potato at the stall.
She took a bite and walked to the bus stop.
She has to say that the voice of this anchor’s remarks is really good. At nine o’clock every night, on the way from getting off work, listening to the radio, she couldn’t help but relax.
She opened Weibo and found the only person who she followed. The girl raised her head and pinched her earlobe, thinking for a second, and started typing.
【Thank you for your voice for staying with me for so long. You are really an excellent host. I appreciate you very much, thank you. 】
After editing and sending it out, she puts her phone in her pocket. If this person can’t see it, is it possible that they really had to hack Weibo?
“I was in high school for three years, saying that the length is not long and that the short is not short, but in the end, it seems that the separation is sudden. Before saying goodbye, I have parted ways, grew up slowly, and no longer stop on the road of growth… “
He has a beautiful voice and speaks with great emotion.
People who just listen to the broadcast can’t help but bring their own emotions into it, unconsciously sad.