Chapter 17: Do another issue

On Tuesday morning, Bo Huan came to the radio station early as usual.

She walked into the recording studio and greeted her assistant with a smile: "Morning, Xiaoqing." ”

"Morning, Sister Bo Huan. Xiaoqing yawned.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" asked Bo Huan.

Xiao Qing showed a bleak smile: "Yes, I've been a little insomnia lately." ”

"If you have insomnia, you can drink a glass of milk or red wine before going to bed at night to help you sleep. Bo Huan gave advice.

"Well, okay, I'll make a note of it, I'll try it when I go back in the evening, thank you, Sister Bo Huan. Xiaoqing said with a smile.

"Get ready. After Bo Huan finished speaking, he picked up the manuscript and began to flip through it.

A figure walked in through the doorway.

"Chief, morning. Bo Huan put down the manuscript and said politely.

Fu Xi nodded, "Did you watch your and Mr. Song's "Talking Well" yesterday?"

"No, there was something going on yesterday and I wasn't at home, so I didn't listen in time. Bo Huan told the truth.

"The response is very good, you can go and listen to it. That's the case, the station decided to release another issue of "Talking about Painting Well" next Monday, and if the response continues to be good, the station is ready to make it a fixed column. Fu Xi said businesslikely.

"Okay, I see, I'll prepare in advance. Bo Huan's tone was very cautious, but there was excitement in his eyes. After all, this is the first show she planned by herself, and she has a sense of accomplishment when it has a response so quickly.

"That's right,"

Fu Xi seemed to remember something: "The guest this time is Professor Yang from the Academy of Fine Arts, and Mr. Song from last time just came over to make a cameo temporarily." So in some places, the scripted lines may need to be revised. ”

"Huh, a replacement?" Bo Huan was surprised, she didn't have time to think deeply, and then she immediately replied: "Okay, I wrote it down, and I'll do it as soon as the show is finished." ”

"The weather is getting cooler, so be careful to dress and keep warm. Fu Xi's eyes had a look of concern.

"Uh-huh, so are you, Director. Bo Huan's beautiful eyes were beautiful.

"Well, busy. After Fu Xi finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Seeing that eight o'clock was approaching, Bo Huan picked up the manuscript and quickly flipped through it twice, and then walked into the studio.

She put on headphones, slid the buttons of the mixer, and the beautiful music came out slowly, after the music, she began the program content on the script: "Hello, everyone, this is FM9788, welcome to listen to "Shining Morning" I am your old friend Bo Huan......"

Bo Huan was the only one in the studio, and her voice was soft and colorful.

In Lexin's words, Bo Huan is more suitable for doing some evening programs, because the voice is too gentle, it is most suitable for taking before bedtime, especially to coax the baby to sleep, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

But Bo Huan started the morning show, and he did it every day, and he was very happy.

"At the end of the show, let's say goodbye to everyone with a song, let's see you tomorrow, at the same time. The corners of Bo Huan's mouth rose to say the last sentence, and then she gently pushed the tuning button, turned off the vocals, and then turned on the music again.

It wasn't until the music came from the headphones that Bo Huan took off the headphones and made an OK gesture to the assistant outside the glass.

"Sister Bo Huan, you are really amazing! I am so envious, people have a sweet voice. Xiao Qing looked at her with admiration more than once.

"You can do it too, just try hard. Bo Huan said encouragingly.

"Mm-hmm, I'll definitely try to be as good as you. Xiaoqing clenched her fists and cheered herself on.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, just turn it off when the music is over. I'll go back to my desk first, and I'll have to continue writing the flow draft. Bo Huan admonished.

"Okay. Xiaoqing nodded.

Bo Huan put down the manuscript and walked out of the studio.