The sun is like a wave, and the sound of cicadas is high.

As the summer vacation enters the boom, all kinds of original and homo radio dramas are rushing to be released, and the Lightyear Broadcasting Agency, which only has a thin promotional map, is naturally quickly submerged in this competition.

Just like Xu Manwen said, Xu Manyi and the others are really too far behind.

"Sister!! Did you know that the ghost wife we released last week has exceeded 10,000 hits? Xu Manwen gloated.

She probed her brain behind the door of Xu Manyi's room, but saw the other party sitting firmly in front of the computer, his fingers moving rapidly, and he didn't seem to waver.

Xu Manwen was puzzled, as the president, it was impossible for Xu Manyi not to know the disadvantages of her side.

Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes, trying to find a flaw in the busy back of the other party.

In fact, the two sisters were very good at the beginning, and they also liked the radio system, Xu Manwen and even the veteran CV of Lightyear Broadcasting. It's just that Xu Manyi, as a sister, has a strong attitude, and the two sisters will inevitably have some disagreements over time.

As Xu Manwen began to collect some small fans, the light-year radio club led by her sister became less and less in line with her expectations.

She can't stand the fact that the other party always picks up a bunch of familiar rags from the melancholy ancient Chinese texts, chewing on the text and not saying anything, and the old-fashioned themes can't keep up with the times, so Lightyear Broadcasting Club will always be just famous, not stand out from the crowd.

So after knowing that her favorite senior had also set up a broadcasting club, Xu Manwen didn't think about it, so she jumped ship directly, and then instigated the two female CVs to go together, turning her face as a matter of course.

In fact, Xu Manwen has no malicious intent, she just hopes that stimulation can bring about changes, and it is best to let Xu Manyi reflect on her own problems. The fighting between sisters is like this, not to hurt anyone, but to convince one party to lose.

It's just that this time, Xu Manyi still disappointed her, chatting about strange things is a good ghost moon theme, but what can a pitifully short unit drama do? Xu Manyi wants to engage in ancient style, but she refuses to do a good job of adaptation, she always thinks about picking up people's teeth, isn't it ridiculous?

What Xu Manwen didn't expect was that she dug up two CVs at a time, and with her three girls leaving, Xu Manyi was too late to find someone, and she didn't have time to think about the script anymore.

Unable to hear her sister's complicated mockery, Xu Manyi looked at the audio pattern on the screen and was engrossed.

"Cranberry, this is the last audio file to come out, you heard it before, so I will release it late at night." July and August are playing ghost themes, a bunch of sleepless night owls are watching in front of the screen, and late night can be said to be the best prime time.

After listening to it countless times, Xu Manyi hit OK, and the two clicks were particularly light and crisp, like someone's cheers of relief.

She couldn't hold back, her stiff hands moved away from the keyboard, and they concave hard, and her tight fingers made two soft clicks. She let out a contented sigh unconsciously

It's finally done.

didn't have time to lie down, and a prompt to receive the file popped up on the interface, which was the last audio file that the team members said, the unit drama to be released tomorrow: Bai Qiulian.

Xu Manyi thought about it, but the mouse still moved away from the prompt.

She pulled out the most original version from her own text jiàn folder, without any modification, the most original performance of the girl, and it was also the version that Xu Manyi had listened to dozens of times.

Yu Ziqiong, it's very special. Xu Manyi knew it the first time she saw her.

To be honest, the girl I met for the first time was not pleasant. She doesn't like to laugh, at first glance she thinks she is a cold beauty, but over time, you can find that she is dull under her delicate eyebrows.

The girl's temperament is cold, but it is not mysterious and seductive, but cold to the bone marrow, and it can even be said to be lifeless cold. She doesn't seem to care much about the surroundings, and she rarely takes the initiative to participate in radio dramas, so she has to be reminded by Xu Manyi in advance, and she will appear slowly the next day.

It's just that straight and thin lip, as soon as it opens, it is like a flower blooming in the pale snow, the more dull the white, the more gorgeous red. The girl's voice broke through the cold shell, and in a gorgeous and strange attitude, countless fireworks and green feathers bloomed out of thin air.

After listening to Yu Ziqiong's voice, Xu Manyi was finally able to understand what the text had described: "In the five internal organs, like ironing, there is no place that is not sticky, 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, there is no pore that is not happy." ”

In fact, the beautiful sound is aggressive, it penetrates into your body from the ears, dense, ups and downs, like countless tiny ants slowly crawling up along the blood vessels and meridians, until the brain, and penetrating through the gaps between the skin and the facial features, back and forth, circulating again, paralyzing the senses of the whole body, and you can only let the wonderful fluctuations continue to spread and stretch.

She has never eaten ginseng fruit, but she understands the feeling of pore stretching like soaking in a hot spring, and Yu Ziqiong's voice is definitely far above what ginseng fruit and hot springs!!

Hearing the sound of twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Xu Manyi smiled contentedly, not knowing whether to see the future victory or to immerse herself in the wonderful ups and downs of the girl.

Rao is no matter how much Xu Manwen dislikes it, the experience of the Lightyear Broadcasting Agency is not fake, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the night owls are vying for their eyes, and they are in high spirits.

The clicking sound was like the snapping of wings, and they glided through window after window, as if looking for a branch that would make them sleep peacefully, but it was too boring and too fancy and could be poisonous, so they could only continue to snap their wings until they were exhausted and had to fall asleep in the night...

"Alas!"

In different places, in front of similar screens, the eyes of several night owl students who have followed multiple radio stations lit up.

Far from the conformist school prison, students are stingy with their summer vacations, even saving time to sleep, as if they have wasted the entire summer vacation by going to bed a little early.

As a loyal listener of the radio drama, one of them swiped the mouse and turned on the update reminder above.

Which company's radio drama was released? Lightyear Broadcasting Agency! This time it seems to be a ghost month bonus.,It's chatting, right? Let's make do with it.

The girl glanced at it casually, and at present, only one of the three "Bai Qiu Lian" was released, she turned up the volume, and then clicked on the audio file.

At first, it was just a quaint soundtrack, with simple characters and sound effects to explain the background and time.

When she heard that the male protagonist was surprised to see a mysterious beauty on the boat, the girl was already a little drowsy, and she searched for the post aimlessly, trying to find a topic that could make her eyes light up.......

"For Lang to be haggard but ashamed, Lang Jun can you recite this song for me."

But an attack, the voice that had just appeared made people's hearts tremble, and the girl's hand with the mouse stopped slightly,

Uttering such a blunt hint in front of the man she likes, the woman's voice is as light as a cloud, and there is no obvious coquettish twist, but she smears her shame into a thin slice and hides it in every breath and tone, hiding her shyness in a light and graceful way, which is natural.

The audience didn't have time to pay attention to what the woman said or what her skills were, but just listened to the ups and downs of the voice.

"If this poem can relieve Langjun's sorrows, let the concubine say a few words for you."

Listening to the coughing sound of her seriously ill husband, Bai Qiulian recalled that she loved her husband at the beginning, became lovesick, and finally woke up in her husband's affectionate poetry, and her tone couldn't help but be more vain, as if saying one more sentence would make her wear an extra blood skeleton in her heart.

"The sunrise warbler cries with the concubine, and when the curtain is opened, only the grass is gone. In front of the court, there is an east wind coming in, and thousands of willows are all to the west. Word by word, it seemed that raindrops were sifting down the leaves, receding all the tired dust, and shining on the tips of the branches, like red fruits, drooping.

The listener looked down at the ripe fruit hanging high in the treetops, stretched out their tongues, and looked at the plum to quench their thirst. Their eyes were empty, as if they had seen all the colorful light and mist, and they could no longer distinguish the direction, so they could only follow the sound, completely immersed in the whole story, so as to quench the hunger and thirst of their ears.

As a bewitching goblin, Bai Qiulian, who came out of the woman's voice, is rarely as delicate and seductive as a monster. She is sweet, not exaggerated, like the moon shadow breeze sweeping across the riverside, silently surrounding people, and after people are shocked to come back to their senses, they find themselves in the rare beauty of the world.

Her beauty melts into the wind, stands in the treetops, makes you accept it naturally, and then immerses yourself in such beauty that you can never extricate yourself.

The vigilance that can't be recalled, the woman's voice is destined to be more terrible than those wine pools and meat forests, and the fox demon who is extremely sinful.

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Yu Ziqiong got up early, but at four o'clock in the middle of the night, she didn't do it voluntarily, but the spiritual power that kept coming in through the cracks in the window made her unable to sleep anymore.

Someone worshipping her? Yu Ziqiong was surprised, thought for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, is it the credit of that radio drama?

After receiving a satisfactory answer, she immediately sat up and began to run the demon pill to collect those spiritual qi.

In fact, there is not a lot of spiritual power, compared to the Land Gong Temple, it is like an apple against a whole orchard, but after all, it is not without a small supplement, Yu Ziqiong is very happy to have such progress.

She sat on luck, and as the light outside gradually rose, the originally thin aura tended to get stronger. When the sky was fully bright, the aura could already be seen as a wisp of light smoke, constantly wrapping towards Yu Ziqiong's body. This is an extremely rare phenomenon, the condensation point of the spiritual power of heaven and earth is generally only stuck in the short period of time when the sun rises and the moon sets, Yu Ziqiong absorbs it, and understands in her heart that this is by no means the aura born of heaven and earth.

As the day began, the mobile phone on the table began to make various noises and vibrations, and Yu Ziqiong ignored it, just concentrating on absorbing and breathing.

On the ground, the little fox demon who was halfway asleep vaguely felt something. He raised his head and happened to witness an extremely strange scene,

The girl sat upright on the bed, her eyes closed, not knowing whether to sleep or wake up, and she was surrounded by light smoke, wisps, as if there were countless silkworms around her, seemingly small and inconspicuous, but a wisp, there will be a day when it will become a complete cocoon.

It's good stuff. For some reason, an intuition came to his mind, those invisible light smoke looked soft and delicious like cotton candy in the slender fox eyes, but vaguely understood that this was an important moment for the girl, he held back his instinctive hunger, and buried his head in the white hairball behind him.

By the way, it's five now, maybe he'll be able to get back to his original state when he gets to six.......