The first time I walked on the path leading to the radio station, I didn't feel much cultural heritage here, but I felt a kind of sentimentality. It's completely different from what I thought, except for a little literary and artistic style of fallen leaves between the trees, everything is very old, and even the radio station building is ordinary anymore.

As I sat in the classroom and looked around curiously, a familiar voice made me look at it suddenly, could it be that this is the soft drizzle of the radio that I used to listen to at night when I was a student? I was saddened, and the idol of the original voice didn't feel so idol! Think about it, how far do you want to idolize a middle-aged man in his 40s! He is of medium stature, but his cheeks have been caressed by the years......

I really don't understand why my mother would give me this kind of training class for journalists. I don't like it, I don't like it, and I'm not a professional counterpart! Now that the money has already been spent, I can only listen to the lectures. My voice is not pretty, and it is not the kind that gives me goosebumps when I talk about it. I feel that singing is okay, but as for hosting, I'm really not interested! My outlook on life and career is just one sentence: Don't take your interest as a career, otherwise you will be very tired! My thoughts are out of the track for a while, and I actually get out of class! Ask my classmates what they have said? It's a self-introduction class!

I just graduated from college, I had long hair and two long braids, and I turned my head everywhere I went. Men are surprised, women are envious, and the elders are memories! Through my eyes, I seem to see their young years! I don't know if I watched too many Qiong Yao dramas when I was a child, and I always felt a little sad and sad by chance......

The next day, a middle-aged and elderly woman gave us a lesson, and her voice was still so charming, and it seemed that the radio host's voice was sugar-coated! Talk about how to speak and observe things, to be honest, I feel that the training is so boring! In the next month, it is to change the host's self-introduction, and it feels like a meeting in front of and behind the scenes......

Soon a month was spent in freshness, boredom, uninteresting, and speechless......

One day half a year later, the phone rang at home to break my mother's nap time, and listening to my mother's tone should be a stranger's call. And I never thought that this phone call could have something to do with me! Putting down the phone, my mother came to this house and said, "There's a museum looking for you!"

I'm blindsided...... I said to my mother, "Look for me?" I don't know me! My mother said, "Tomorrow someone will take you to the museum to see the environment, and if you can, you can be a docent or something!" I said, "My dear mother!" You are really my own mother! Why did you agree to me without asking? I was not interested! My mother said: It doesn't hurt to go and see it!

There's really no way to take my mother...... I said, "Got it!"

The next morning, sure enough, an imported car that I had never seen was parked downstairs, and after careful inquiry, I knew the other party's intention. It turned out that there was a small museum in our local cultural tourism area, and the museum wanted to recruit a few docents, so I found the radio station, and the radio recommended me from the training list. Doesn't it sound like a bit of a routine? I feel very dramatic! I don't like it, but I just come to you! Die! Just go! It's okay to see! People don't necessarily choose me anyway! Comfort yourself...... Anyway!

The museum is in the suburbs, almost an hour's drive from my house. At first sight, the museum does not have the feeling of being tall, and it is just an ordinary beacon tower of the Great Wall in front of you. But when I entered the museum, I was attracted by the oil paintings and antique-looking things on the walls. I have loved painting since I was a child, and I can still paint quite well! If it weren't for the high tuition fees of the Academy of Fine Arts, I might have become a painter!

Do you like it here? I looked back, and a man in his early 30s smiled at me and said. He is of medium stature, not particularly handsome, but he is also a dashing type. Especially his eyes, which are more or less amorous......

He asked: Do you like it? I said: Aren't you the driver who picked me up just now? The other party smiled helplessly, and said: I am the driver and the curator here, my name is Wen Tao! I was at a loss, and the embarrassed expression felt a little unnatural, and I replied: I don't know how to know the pearls! I'm really embarrassed! And the other party's answer surprised me even more! He said: You still call me the driver, I like this title very much! In an instant, the cloud of embarrassment dissipated!

On the way home, it rained like a column of rain. The driver said, "Can you leave me your phone?" I smiled and replied: I don't have a mobile phone yet! (After all, in the early 2000s, mobile phones, a high-end consumer product, had not yet been popularized to one person and one machine.) He said, "Okay, I'll call your house!" I said, "Do you have anything to do?" He said, "Don't you want to come to work with me?" I didn't hesitate to answer: I didn't hesitate to answer: I saw him look at me seriously and say, "You said you like it, why don't you want to?" I replied: Like is a hobby, but willing is not a hobby!

I saw this driver, who was more than ten years older than me, smiled and nodded, and said: "I have personality, I like it!" I got out of the car with an umbrella and said: Uncle driver, goodbye!

One morning, a week later, I was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and I looked at the clock, 5 o'clock in the morning! Is there any mistake! Is it so early, not considering the feelings of others? I secretly cursed in my heart......

Get up! Someone will pick you up for an internship at the museum in a moment! Mom's words woke me up like an alarm clock. I said to my mother, "Can you not go?" I want to sleep for a while! My mother said, "Hurry up, choose clothes, and see which one to wear?" I reluctantly said: Whatever, normal clothes, I don't want to do anything about it!

As usual, after washing up and having a quick breakfast, I went downstairs. I thought I would go to the convenience store to buy some tea and drink it on the way, but the driver's uncle was already waiting downstairs. The driver said, "I'm going to buy a bottle of water, what do you want to drink?" The driver said: "It's all ready in the car, black tea, green tea, mineral water, you can get in the car." I thought to myself: That's very thoughtful. I sat in the back of the driver and heard from the old man that the position was relatively safe.

The car was clean, like it had just been cleaned, and there was a faint smell of perfume. I didn't speak first, but by chance I noticed someone looking at me in the rear mirror! We were all silent...... I pressed the window, closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of the wind blowing.

Aren't you cold? His voice first cut through the silence. I opened my eyes and said, "I don't like the smell of perfume, it's a little cold!" He said, "Do you have hot soy milk here?" I said: "I don't drink it, thank you!" (I thought: I drank it quite completely) He said: I thought girls like perfume, so I used it on purpose, and I never used it in the car! I said: You called in the morning? It's too early, right? The driver replied: I called downstairs at your house! I was puzzled and asked: You came at 5 o'clock? So you waited downstairs for two hours? He said: Yes. I said, "Why did you come so early?" He said, "I got up, brushed the car, bought soy milk, and came."

I looked at him in the mirror, he looked at me in the mirror, and I felt as if something was wrong, but I couldn't say what was wrong......

The car was not going fast and steady, and we didn't speak again, just looked in the mirror from time to time. I didn't have an expression, and he didn't have an expression, just two people's eyes looking at each other in the mirror......

The wind blew my hair around my cheeks, and he closed the window, but still didn't speak. I closed my eyes and stopped looking at him, but I knew he was still looking at me, and my heart was a little unnatural......

The silent hour passed very slowly, and I opened my eyes to see that it still hadn't arrived! He said, "Go to sleep, I'll call you when it's time." I looked in the mirror and smiled faintly, and he gave me a smile back! I began to look at the driver closely, he was okay, but I could tell that he had a beard, even though he had shaved it. I shifted my position and sat behind the co-pilot, who turned the mirror around and was still looking at me. He said, "The car is not driving fast because I want to see you, otherwise it wouldn't have come so early in the morning." I don't know what to say...... Still looking at him......

I got out of the car and stretched out my arms and legs, twisting them a few times. He smiled and said, "Are you tired?" I said, "My eyes are more tired!" He said, "Me too!" I asked, "Then you still watch?" He replied: "I can't see enough!" I stopped laughing, I just looked at him silently. He didn't smile anymore, but looked at me closely. He suddenly said, "I like it!" and I walked into the museum first, and I followed suit.

When I entered the museum, I didn't know where he had gone, but I looked at every painting here. It's beautiful! It's beautiful! It's magnificent! It's a big painting, it's as tall as the wall! I'm stroking, admiring, and enjoying!

I know you like it here! The voice was so close that it seemed to be whispering in my ear, and I turned my head in a panic and almost touched him. It was so quiet that I felt like my breath was amplified several times! I couldn't naturally feel my heart beat faster...... I looked at him within reach, and he looked at me. My instinct suddenly told me that this was a bit out of order......

We don't know how many seconds we stared at each other...... He began to tell me in earnest about the origin of each painting here and the meaning of the work. I was unconsciously drawn to his focus......

In this way, he went from the first floor to the second floor, and the distance between us was much closer.