Of course, these materials are usually reviewed by the editors of the radio station before I read them.

As long as there is no excessive content, nothing that is too bloody and violent and other illegal political content, you can basically read it on the radio.

However, not all content can be casually put on stage, at least some meaning or style that gives the audience a full sense of experience is preferred.

After sifting through it, I was given a total of five short stories.

As yesterday, the opening line is simply about the past, and then the story begins.

There is nothing particularly new about the previous stories.,Some of the stories are even copied from the Internet at a glance.,It's not original at all.,But my content isn't for review.,Just read out the things on it.,So I didn't care about too much.。

I almost fell asleep reading the first few stories, and there was a short commercial in between.

The mysterious woman didn't call me today, and I was relieved that everything yesterday was a misunderstanding.

When the ad was over, I started reading the last two stories.

The last two stories, when I opened this letterhead, I found that there was a name on the letter.

There is a rule when broadcasting that if the content is provided by the online author, then the name of the provider will be said after reading, which is considered to be a support for the other party.

But when I saw the last two letters, I found that the last name was actually Xiaoxue.

When I saw this word, I immediately came to my senses, so I opened the envelope and began to read without saying a word.

The penultimate story is mainly about a girl whose house is often haunted, and then she goes everywhere for help, but she never gets an effective solution, and finally once when the girl is about to move, she suddenly sees a Taoist passing by her door, so she asks forward.

As a result, the Taoist told the girl that all cause and effect were self-generated.

Later, the girl realized that the house was haunted, in fact, because of what she had done, she fell in love with a man a few years ago, and became pregnant and got a child.

But after giving birth to the child, the girl felt that the family could not afford to raise the child, so she killed the child in a no-man's land and buried it between heaven and earth.

From that day on, the child came back to his mother, and every midnight the child's crying could be heard, so that the girl's nerves became weaker and weaker.

is the end of the story, this girl has never solved this problem, and in the end she can only become a monk and cultivate herself to say goodbye to the dust between the world.

After the story was told, I felt that it was also very average, and there was not much attraction to the content.

So I opened the last letter, and that's when trouble arose, and when I opened it, I suddenly found that there was not a word on it.

It must have been a mistake by the staff and poked out the big Lou.

There's no way, it's too late to change the envelope now, so I can only make up and tell a casual story, but fortunately, the story I told is quite beautiful, and I even got feedback from many fans, saying that this story is the most attractive.

In fact, the last story I told was my own personal experience, that is, the horror world I experienced before, and because it was my own experience, the content was better than the previous one.

At the end of today's program, the director of the radio station even came to me in person and praised me.

I did it briefly, thanking the director of the radio and television station who usually had already gone home at this time, probably because I was a newcomer, so the director of the TV station still accompanied me to work overtime.

When it was over, the director of the TV station asked me if I wanted to have a drink together.

Yes, I'm just a temporary worker here, but there is no reason to refuse if someone wants to ask us.

As I was packing up and preparing to leave my place of work, I suddenly thought of a question and called the editor next to me.

Maybe we're friends in private, but I've always liked to say something wrong at work, so I'll flick the envelope to the editor.

I suspect that this editor was not serious at all when he reviewed it, and that he didn't have anything at all in nature, and actually brought it to me to tell a story.

If I hadn't been able to react on the spot, the show would have been ruined tonight.

When the young editor heard my feedback, he was so frightened that he found all the envelopes from before.

I heard that this kind of mistake is not a trivial matter for their internal staff, and not only will they be criticized, but they will also be directly fired if they are turned over twice in a row.

The director of the station attaches great importance to the show of horror live broadcast.

I looked at this young editor, who was rummaging through the envelopes in a few moments, and was dumbfounded when he opened the last letter to me.

According to the editor, when I was in the first review, I determined the content of the above and read it over and over again.

And the story is so well told that the editor has chosen to let me read it on the radio.

But now in black and white, no matter how much the screenwriter explains, it's useless, I smiled and said: "Maybe you accidentally made a mistake, lost the previous draft, and put the blank paper in, it's okay, I won't tell others about this matter, just pay attention to it next time!"

As soon as I said this, the editor thanked me on the spot.

Then we walked into a hotel together, and under the leadership of the director, we began to celebrate.

We couldn't stop drinking until about 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, when our drinking party dispersed.

At that time, the editor next to me was a little drunk, took my hand, and walked outside the hotel to tell the story of his own review.

According to this editor, the last story is the story of the bus.

It's very exciting, but unfortunately I don't know why the story envelope was lost.

By the time we got that, we had pulled the editor to the side of the road.

There were more than 10 people in the whole studio, and after everyone came out drunk, they took a taxi and left the scene, maybe this editor was new and didn't receive much attention, I pulled the editor to chat for a while, and when I looked back, I found that the people on the radio station had already gone.

I had no choice but to reluctantly escort this editor home.

That's when I suddenly saw a bus stop next to the platform.