Glancing at Zeng Xiaoxian with disdain, Hu Yifei said impatiently: "Just you?" Don't be funny! If you can have a good idea, the sows are all up the tree! ”

"This is called a dog biting Lu Dongbin, I don't know the hearts of good people!" Zeng Xiaoxian said with a look: "I just opened a Chongqing hot pot nearby, I heard that it tastes good, so I just went to try it." I'm so hungry that it's definitely a perfect thing to eat and then go to work. ”

"Great idea!" Hu Yifei patted his thigh: "I also want to eat hot pot, you have a treat, it's a happy decision here!" ”

was dragged by Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian resisted and said: "What is decided, I want to eat it myself, you have to pay for it!" ”

"What do you say? Say it again! Bounce once, bounce two, bounce three, bounce hundred! Hey, how's that now? ”

"You're the boss, you say, I'm in for a treat!"

The two of them laughed and walked out of the apartment and came to the newly opened love apartment hot pot city on the street.

"That's a good name!" Zeng Xiaoxian nodded and said matter-of-factly.

"What's the matter, I can't eat yet!" Stretched out his hand and pushed Zeng Xiaoxian, Hu Yifei stepped in.

Entering the hot pot city, the beautiful waitress greeted her with a smile, glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian and Hu Yi, and said clearly: "Please go here, we have an elegant couple seat here, quiet and comfortable, very good." ”

Without waiting for Hu Yifei to speak, Zeng Xiaoxian said: "Okay! Just as we're going to talk about things, it's just right for you! ”

Hu Yifei glared at Zeng Xiaoxian, looked at the waiter, didn't say anything, and followed to the elegant seat.

Fat cow, fat sheep, hairy tripe, all kinds of seasonal vegetables, a large cup of sour plum soup, two people eat a ditch full of trenches. Halfway through eating, Hu Yifei pressed Zeng Xiaoxian's chopsticks: "Don't eat yet, does what you just said count?" ”

"What?" Zeng Xiaoxian raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Do you have a treat?" Of course, it's just a hot pot, Brother Xian invited you to eat. ”

"It's not a hot pot, it's that, that!" Hu Yifei looked left and right, seemed to be a little speechless, and finally became angry: "You said that you helped me come up with ideas, are you satisfied?" ”

Is this a face-saving death? Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Hu Yifei, his face full of smiles.

"Still laughing? What are you laughing at, I'll pour this pot of soup on your head while laughing, I know you can't be trusted, I still have to figure it out myself. After finishing speaking, Hu Yifei took a bite of meat, and did not forget to glare at Zeng Xiaoxian with disdain.

"Who says I'm unreliable? Isn't it just a show? What's the big deal! Zeng Xiaoxian seems to have been provoked: "There are only a few kinds of programs, singing and dancing, cross talk sketches, instrumental solo, plus poetry recitation, what do you want!" ”

Hu Yifei raised his head and looked at Zeng Xiaoxian hesitantly: "What I want is an unconventional show, the same as everyone else, where can I see that I am different." ”

Touching his chin and thinking about it, Zeng Xiaoxian took out a notebook from the side, took out a pen, and quickly wrote on it.

"What do you write?" Hu Yifei looked at Zeng Xiaoxian and asked curiously: "Who is rare to see the mysterious appearance of the gods!" Although he said this, he couldn't help but peek over.

Zeng Xiaoxian didn't care, quickly finished writing, and then handed it to Hu Yifei: "See for yourself!" ”

took the book, Hu Yifei was stunned, it was actually a song, and there was a brief score next to it.

"My Future Tense?" Reading out the name, Hu Yifei frowned and said, "What strange name, what do you think?" You know you can't think of any good ideas. ”

Rolling his eyes, Zeng Xiaoxian picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the meat, and did not speak.

Looking at the simple score, Hu Yifei hummed softly, his eyes became brighter and brighter, it was really good!

"Did you really write it?" Raising his head and looking at Zeng Xiaoxian, Hu Yifei still had a look of suspicion: "Do you still have this ability?" Confess, where did you copy it? If you copy it, I don't want to be embarrassed with you. ”

"No need to pull it down!" Zeng Xiaoxian reached out to grab the book, and said unhappily: "I owe people kindness to help you!" ”

flashed over, Hu Yifei said impatiently: "Who said no? It's a big deal, I'm in for a treat for this meal! ”

"It's time for you!" Zeng Xiaoxian looked like he should be, and beckoned to the waiter: "Bring me two more plates of fat beef, you want the best, do you have Kobe beef here?" ”

A slap on Zeng Xiaoxian's head, Hu Yifei glared and said, "Look at you like Kobe beef!" ”

After eating the hot pot in the frolic, Zeng Xiaoxian said goodbye to Hu Yifei with a discount and burp, and drove to the radio station. Today is the second day of changing the show by himself, and the leader didn't find out, which is just conducive to his own play.

When I arrived at the station, I found that my phone editor, Judy, had arrived, but as usual, she was still sleeping.

Shaking his head, Zeng Xiaoxian thought helplessly, should he let Wanyu be his phone editor? Thinking of the consequences of Zeng Xiaoxian's actions in the TV series, he suddenly fought a cold war and strangled the idea that had just been born.

"Judy, get up, it's time to start the live broadcast!" Walk over to the table and wake Judy up.

After about the same time, Zeng Xiaoxian put on a headset, gently pushed the broadcast button, and said in that gentle voice: "Good evening, everyone, welcome to listen to "Your Moon My Heart", I am your old friend, a good man is me, I am Zeng Xiaoxian!" ”

"I'm tired after a tiring day, I don't know if you have any feelings, today Xiaoxian thinks it's good, after a song, let's answer the call from the first listener." As he spoke, he pressed the button to play the song.

After the song ended, Zeng Xiaoxian continued: "Now let's answer the call from the first listener!" After finishing speaking, Zeng Xiaoxian nodded to the phone editor, signaling that she could take the phone in.

"Hey, hello, the good man is mine, I am Zeng Xiaoxian, do you have any stories to share with me?"

"Teacher Zeng? I'm your loyal listener, and I especially like the "Ghost Blows the Lantern" you talked about last night, and I want to ask, is it broadcast every night? A man's voice came in, and he seemed to be very excited.

Q: "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"? Zeng Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced in his heart: "This gentleman, may I ask what you call it?" ”

"My surname is Wang, and I'm still a taxi driver!" The man across from him replied.

"That's right, Mr. Wang, the story of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is the story in the second half of "Your Moon My Heart", a new link in the second half of "Daily Story Collection", which is now being piloted, and if the audience likes it, it will be broadcast every day in the future."

"That's great, I have another question, Mr. Zeng, is there a novel version of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"? I can't wait to see what happens next! ”

"This one really doesn't, the story of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is written by myself, and it is not currently published, but I will update it every day in the show."

"Teacher Zeng wrote it himself? It's so well written, come on, Mr. Zeng! ”

The phone hung up, although Zeng Xiaoxian was excited, he still tried to calm his mood: "It seems that everyone likes Xiaoxian's story yesterday, Xiaoxian is very happy, if you have any good opinions and suggestions, you are also welcome to call the hotline." Okay, let's answer the next listener's call. ”

After the call came in, Zeng Xiaoxian didn't wait to speak, and the other side had already spoken.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng, you are my idol! Your story is so well written, our dormitory classmates listened to it last night, and everyone loved it! A young girl said excitedly.

"Hello listener, what do you call it?"

"Hello Teacher Zeng, my name is Zhang Ling, I am a sophomore, we listen to your program every night, you are the best!"

"Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard, and I will not be proud!"

The next phone calls are basically like this, all about "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", everyone's one-sided support and liking, so that Zeng Xiaoxian's heart also has confidence. It's a good start, and it's the change I'd like to see.

"After a song, let's take another call from a listener." Zeng Xiaoxian's excitement was very high, things were developing in a good direction, and the mood was naturally good.

"Host, I'm here to complain, can you stop telling the story of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", I lost sleep yesterday. I went to work and slept today, but I was seen by my boss, and now I am unemployed. A male listener came up and crackled.

"You said what to do now, you're not responsible, it's all your show!"

Zeng Xiaoxian patted his head, could this be the buddy who went to Qingfeng Temple to burn incense, but the phone fell into the merit box, how is he a virtue?

"This listener, when encountering such a situation, the best way is to go to bed early, and if you go to bed early, you won't listen to my program, and you won't have insomnia!" Zeng Xiaoxian glanced at Judy and glared at her fiercely, he really didn't know what calls should be received and what calls should not be received.

"But I'm unemployed now, do you want to find me a job, it's all because of you!"

Seeing that he was talking endlessly, Zeng Xiaoxian hurriedly took a piece of paper from the side, quickly rubbed it a few times, and then put it in front of the microphone: "Hey, hello, can you still hear me?" The signal on my side is not good! Hey, you're saying it again? ”

As he spoke, the movements of his hands were not slow, so he directly reached out and hung up, and sat on the chair with a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect this method to be used in the end, but this also shows the popularity of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" from the side.

"It's almost time, let's enter today's daily story collection after a song, I am today's host, a good man is me, I am Zeng Xiaoxian!" The music was played again, and Zeng Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it will take a while to get used to, and I believe that the bureau will be on the right track soon.