Angel......

Angel's Wings......

My Vivian......

Zhou Huimin's eyes were blurred by tears.

The tears of emotion are sweet, because the heart is sweet.

Not many listeners heard the angel's words, and most of the listeners were still immersed in the refreshing song "Angel's Wings".

"That's good!"

Outside the broadcasting room, the young female director muttered to herself, the song was in her ears, and there was a trace of sweetness in her heart, the sweetness of first love, which made her reminisce in the feelings of her girlhood.

Not only her, but many people feel the same way with her, as if returning to the intoxicating and evocative moment of first love.

"Thank you." Zhou Huimin's voice was a little whimpering, and the angel's voice became gentle: "Is it good?" ”

"Sounds good!"

This is the common voice of all the listeners, but the angel's words have not yet been finished: "I will go abroad in two days, and I will stay for a long time, I wonder if before I leave, can you sing this song on the radio once, as a send-off for me?" I know this is a bit excessive, but I'm afraid I won't come back if I'm gone. ”

"Not coming back?"

"yes. I'm an angel, and this is the world, I don't belong here, it's time for me to leave......"

"You, you're not going abroad! Isn't it, do you have some terminal illness? ”

Not only Zhou Huimin has this thought, but many people who hear the angel's words suspect that the angel is terminally ill and will die soon. What "angels", "earth", "departed", angels do not belong to the world, then they can only belong to heaven.

Go to heaven......

"How come, I'm in good health......"

At this moment, there was an "out of place" voice on the other end of the phone.

“…… Sir, it's time to take your medicine......"

"Miss nurse, can you wait and come in again, I still have something to do here."

"Oh, then you hurry up ......"

These three sentences, the voice is obviously a little small, it sounds like an angel covering the microphone, but the radio sound equipment can clearly capture it.

It seems to be true!

Zhou Huimin's nose was sour, and tears slipped down involuntarily.

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

"Hurry up and promise him!"

The audience shouted into the radio and dialed the hotline in a hurry.

Zhou Huimin wanted to agree to the angel's last request immediately, but this program is a "Symphony of Youth", a program of Radio Television Hong Kong Radio 2, not a jukebox channel of someone, let alone she can call the shots.

raised his head and looked out the window, but Zhou Huimin saw the program director nodding at him with excitement on his face.

Blinded?

Zhou Huimin blinked and looked at it again very seriously.

There was no dazzle, the choreographer was really nodding vigorously, and that look seemed to urge her to agree immediately.

"Yes, I promise you." Zhou Huimin wiped away the tears on his face and forced a smile, "But that song is very good, I'm afraid I won't sing it well." ”

"You're singing to me, so it's up to me to decide whether it's good or not."

"Well, when are you going to ...... Walk? ”

"The day after tomorrow, I will call again the day after tomorrow, you sing, I will accompany."

"The day after tomorrow? In such a hurry? ”

"Hehe, I'm in a hurry, so I'm in a hurry...... Ahem......"

"Okay, okay, I promise you, don't be in a hurry. You must call the day after tomorrow, and I will sing it to you. ”

The program director outside the broadcast room has become full of excitement - this is the rhythm of the fire!

First, "Angel's Wings" is very good; The angel wants to fight with Chen Ping'an again, this is the second; In the end, the angel sounds like he's dying of a terminal illness, which is definitely one of the biggest catalysts. As long as it is properly prepared and promoted in an appropriate way, the day after tomorrow, the listeners of this program will definitely answer a very terrifying number!

After the show, Zhou Huimin sat in his seat and hid his face and cried bitterly.

The staff pushed the door in, and the young female director comforted her with red eyes: "Sister Min, don't cry, you make me want to cry too." ”

A sigh sounded among the staff, who never thought that this listener, who had accompanied them for a year and claimed to be an angel, was actually a seriously ill patient with a short life.

No wonder he calls himself an angel......

No wonder he always complains......

No wonder he often goes without news for two or three months in a row......

The choreographer frowned, walked over, and patted Zhou Huimin on the shoulder: "Amin, you want to open something." You think about it, not long after you hosted this show, he called in. And he's so happy every time I talk to you, and I think he's your most loyal listener.

You don't have to do anything for the past two days, just practice that song, we have a recording here. The day after tomorrow, he calls in, and you sing to him, maybe this is his last wish. You don't say that's right, isn't it ”

At the same time, Chen Ping'an sat in the ward, coughing, and asked the little nurse to change the dressing for him, and then took some drugs prepared by the hospital to increase the body's physical resistance.

When the nurse left, Chen Ping'an sighed: "Ah Yang, you crow's mouth, I used to have a good throat, why is my throat suddenly uncomfortable today?" ”

The nurse who changed the dressing left the ward and returned to the nurse's station to find that her little sisters had red eyes, as if they had just cried, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Someone's idol can't have an accident, right? ”

"Nope. We just listened to the 'Symphony of Youth', and there was a man named Angel who sang a very nice song, but unfortunately he was terminally ill and didn't live for a few days......"

"No, are you kidding? Didn't you play tricks on me again? ”

"Not this time, it's true. It's an angel, you've heard it before, he often complains on the phone, and he talks so funny. ”

"Is that him? What happened to him? What terminal illness does he have, and how do you know that he won't live for a few days? ”

"I was ...... on the phone just now"

A few little nurses chattered about what had just happened, and two nurses sang a few lines of "Angel's Wings" in imitation. The little nurse who had just come out of Chen Ping'an's ward was called Xiao Tao and sighed: "Listen so well! I'm going to check the room, why don't you call me! ”

"Oh, no, I just heard Momo's voice on the radio......"

"Hear me, no." Xiao Tao shook her head with a smile, "Sister Feng, don't tease me, I've been sending and changing medicines to patients just now, how can I have time to call the hotline!" ”

Sister Feng is the head nurse, her words attracted the attention of others, recalling the three inappropriate words on the radio, the nurse's voice was indeed a bit like Xiao Tao.

"Xiao Tao, when you went to the ward just now, did you see a patient in which ward and then called?"

“608,611,615,618…… There are several, why do you ask this? ”

“618？ That's An Shao's ward, could it be An Shao's ......"

"It's possible, the singing voice is a bit like him, and I've heard that many singers want to ask him to write songs......"

"Don't be funny, An Shao is fine, it's just an arm injury, how can there be any terminal illness? Besides, which of the patients in our layer is terminally ill? Sister Feng, the head nurse, interrupted the gossip that the little nurses were very close to the truth, "Okay, all work hard, don't you want this month's bonus!" ”

"Sister Feng, can we listen to the radio the day after tomorrow?"

"Of course." Sister Feng was a little sad, "Even if it's for him to see him off......"

Chen Ping'an didn't know that things had changed so much unknowingly, because of a few small misunderstandings.

He was lying in the ward, listening to Zhang Ziyang's report on the company's situation in the past few days.

The company's operation was normal, and it was quite cautious to hire someone to kill him, and after the assassination failed, there were no more unnecessary actions, such as continuing to hire people to commit murder in the hospital, or attacking the employees and artists of Dark Horse International.

It seems that someone has a thorough analysis of the shape shì and is not completely crazy. Knowing that Chen Ping'an is not dead, he can't touch anyone from Dark Horse International; He didn't dare to come to the hospital to commit a second murder. The police have deployed a lot of police forces inside and outside the hospital, and Xin'an Company has also deployed more than a dozen experienced subordinates to guard the hospital.

Shi Nansheng is now in charge of the company, and is in charge of the company's overall operations as before. Wang Jiawei is almost ready, the crew of "Mong Kok Carmen" is under construction, and the protagonists have finalized Lau Dehua, Zhang Manyu and Zhang Xueyou, and they will be able to start filming in another week.

In the first battle of the summer vacation, Dark Horse International and Golden Harvest had a lot of fun, "Huang Feihong" and "Ghost Bride" both broke through the 10 million box office mark, and Debao's "Gambling Mystery" and Golden Princess's "Jianghu Dragon and Tiger Fight" were quickly thrown off the grade.

The company's operations were not affected by the assassination.

In the evening, the dwarf cow also came, and since last night, he has arranged for someone to monitor someone, and this afternoon he came to the door to find someone, and if he brought it to Chen Ping'an, he invited someone to come to the hospital ward to sit.

"What did he say?" Chen Ping'an asked.

"That kid coaxed." The dwarf cow was full of disdain, "I found him in the afternoon, and as soon as he heard that the boss asked him to come to the hospital, he was so frightened that he kept refusing and almost didn't pee his pants." ”

"Scared? Will he be afraid? ”

The dwarf bull sneered: "Anyway, he didn't dare to come, wasn't he afraid?" ”

"You bastard...... Forget it, you just have to tell me about the situation, what did he say? ”

"He said that he has no friendship with the boss, and he will not ask for the head of our company, so there is no need to be like other film companies, but our company is the first to look forward. He also said that if there is anything, let the boss go to his company to find him. Cut, how crazy it is, isn't it too scared to come? ”

Chen Ping'an didn't think that the person was very inward-looking, and the analysis of the dwarf cow was ...... If he could have a fifty percent accuracy, with his skills, he would have become a hall master in Xin'an Company long ago.

At night, the ward was calm, there were still four bodyguards on the outside, and Chen Ping'an was smoking a cigar inside, thinking about the man's life.

The ringing of the phone woke him from his musings, and he took Big Brother and there was no sound on the phone.

"Hey, I'm Chen Ping'an. Who is it? ”

"Why don't you speak?"

"Hello?"

"Are you...... Is that you! ”R1152