For some reason, every time she receives a call from an angel, Zhou Huimin is very happy. This angel has accompanied her from hosting a newcomer to one of the hosts of the ace show, witnessing her youth and her success today.

Among them, angelic gags are indispensable to complain and help.

How good would it be if the angels were him?

At the end of the song, according to the joy in his heart, Zhou Huimin said: "This song "A Game and a Dream", it is said that it came from the pen of Mr. Chen Ping'an and was given to Mr. Wang Jie. Okay, let's take the next call from the audience...... Hey, hello, I'm Zhou Huimin, the host of the 'Symphony of Youth', what do you call it? ”

"Hello host, I'm your angel, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?"

The angel's familiar voice, familiar tone, and familiar opening words sounded in the microphone as always.

"You say this every time you call, do you want me to sue you every time, not only I miss you, but many listeners and friends also miss you?"

"Hey, get used to it."

"We're all used to hearing you complain, let's talk about what you want to complain about when you call this time. Is it your own story, or is it your friend's story? ”

It stands to reason that angels should start complaining, but not the kind of venting complaints, but with a bit of black humor, ridiculing some undesirable phenomena in society. But today, he changed the way he played.

"I just heard a song on the radio, it was like "A Game, a Dream", and it felt very ordinary. Do you think it sounds good? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, this song is written and composed by Mr. Chen Ping'an, and sung by Mr. Wang Jie, who is known as the 'prodigal son'. broke the platinum record for the birth of the record, and if you say that, it is easy to make the fans of Mr. Chen and Mr. Wang dissatisfied. ”

"Are you concerned about me? Afraid that I will drown in the saliva of my fans? I felt warm all over my body. ”

Zhou Huimin is used to the occasional mouth of angels. Still, she kindly reminded: "In every sense of the word, this song is a good song." It is likely to become a classic. ”

"Classic?" The angel's voice was a little disdainful, "I do think it's average, at least I think it would be better if you sang it." You have a great voice, don't you? ”

"Hehe, thank you for your support, but I'm not as good as you say, that song can only be sung by Mr. Wang Jie. If you close your eyes and listen carefully. You can taste the charm of it, and it's very beautiful. ”

"Maybe, that song may not be suitable for you, if you can find a song that suits you, I think you can also become a big singer."

This product doesn't want to pursue Zhou Huimin!

The staff outside the broadcast room frowned one by one. The reason why "Angel Three Minutes" was specially established is to listen to his humorous complaints and speak the hearts of many young people nowadays. Why has he been pestering Zhou Huimin today and keeps slandering "A Game, a Dream"?

"Do you want to hang up?"

"Wait, it's still the old rules. Three minutes. ”

Zhou Huimin also felt the difference between the angels today, and reminded euphemistically: "How do you feel that you are talking strangely today, is something wrong?" Why don't you complain as much as you used to? ”

"You're really my confidant. Something did happen to me, and I'm going to the U.S. in a few days, and it may be months before I get back, so I'd like to hear more from you. ”

"You can also call when you go to the United States."

"No, I'll be very busy then, and it's too expensive."

"What's too expensive?"

"Phone bills."

Just when the staff thought that the angel was about to complain about the expensive transoceanic phone bill, who thought that he would change his conversation and return to the original topic: "I heard that you participated in the rookie singing contest before?" ”

"Well, I don't sing well. It was eliminated early. ”

"Are your dreams still there?"

"Dreams?"

"Yes, dreams. We are all young people. Everyone has their own dreams, and everyone has the right to pursue their dreams. ”

I saw the choreographer outside the broadcast room gesturing to himself with a black face. Zhou Huimin knew that he was going to hang up the angel's phone: "I have my dreams, and I have never given up. But now is not the time to discuss dreams, so let's do it, there will be an episode centered on the dreams of young people in a while, and you are welcome to call and join the discussion......"

"Well, let's not talk about dreams now, let's talk about the song "A Game, a Dream". Do you think this song is good? ”

The choreographer's face is getting darker and darker, and the movements of his hands are getting faster and faster. Zhou Huimin took a deep breath, forced a smile and said, "What do you want to say when you call today?" ”

"I want to say, you don't have to envy Wang Jie. I'm also a singer-songwriter, and I want to sing a song with your show, which is a gift to you. I couldn't give you a gift for your birthday last year, and this song is a gift from me, so I hope you can give me a few minutes to sing this song. ”

Zhou Huimin raised his head and asked the choreographer outside the broadcast room.

The staff next to the choreographer looked at him one after another, waiting for his decision on whether to hang up the phone forcibly. For some listeners who don't know how to pestering the host, the radio has a complete set of ways to deal with it.

The editor nodded unexpectedly and said, "Interstitial ads!" ”

The advertising time was advanced, and many staff members were puzzled, and the choreographer said seriously: "Angel challenges Chen Ping'an, this is a good gimmick." When the angel sings for a while, you have to record his singing voice and make a special feature in a few days to compare his songs with Chen Ping'an. ”

"Won't that hit him too hard?" Zhou Huimin walked out of the broadcast studio and asked worriedly.

"Now that he has opened his mouth, he must have been prepared. Either we became an instant hit with our program, or we accepted the scolding of the audience. High risk, high reward, that's fair. ”

Regardless of the success of this angel, the program "Symphony of Youth" can cause a sensation with this gimmick and increase the listening rate again.

……

"B boy, listen to the 'Symphony of Youth' of Radio 2, that angel wants to challenge Chen Ping'an!"

"Fengfeng, have you slept? Didn't sleep? That's great, quickly tune the radio to 'Youth Symphony', the angel you support claims that the songs he wrote are better than Chen Ping'an!" ”

"Ah Hua, don't change the channel, there's a street boy to sing!"

"Is the angel crazy, he dares to compare with An Shao, I still like to listen to his jokes before!"

"It's crazy, what kind of person is An Shao, he dares to compare with An Shao, what kind of thing is he!"

……

As the choreographer said, in the short period of time when the advertisements were inserted, the listening rate of the "Symphony of Youth" actually increased by 0.9 percentage points. For the radio, this is definitely a phenomenon against the sky.

Many listeners call out to friends to listen to the angels' misery. Dare to compete with Chen Ping'an, a great director in the film industry and a hermit in the music world, as well as Wang Jie, a newcomer in the music industry and a prodigal son who has been all the rage recently, isn't it just waiting for people to step on it!

……

In the luxurious ward of Mingde International Hospital, listening to the advertisement on the tape recorder, Chen Ping'an took the guitar and tuned it for the last time. When the commercial was first inserted, the radio director had already told him on the phone, asking him to prepare, and when the commercial was over, he could sing.

In the ward, there is not only Chen Ping'an himself, but also Zhang Ziyang, and the guitar was bought from a musical instrument store by him according to Chen Ping'an's instructions and brought over. "Boss, it's just a ditch girl, why do you bother to practice yourself?"

"You think I'm bored too?"

"No, I'm just worried that you're talking with your voice down like this, which is not good for your vocal cords. And I think that with your current net worth status, as long as you look at it, some beauties take the initiative to post it. ”

"She's different, and more importantly, it's my promise to her."

Soon, the advertisement ended, and Zhou Huimin's voice sounded on the radio. Chen Ping'an simply cooperated with two sentences, and then plucked the guitar strings, and the refreshing melody sounded.

"Where are the fallen leaves going with the wind,

Leave only the sky beautiful,

The sound of the dance,

Like the wings of an angel,

Across my happy past,

……

My love watches over you like an angel,

If life goes so far as this,

From now on without me,

I'll find an angel to love you for me,

……”

The melody is crisp and the lyrics are warm, as if the sky uses his slightly melancholy voice to tell a story of love but loss in a low voice. After a soft prelude, a whispering outpouring begins in the ear. For a while, the music was forgotten, but the magnetic voice gently entered the ears, and the bits and pieces of memories about love, about the loss of interlaced eyes, were all brought into the body by the sound little by little.

This song seems to sing a smile in love. The lingering when you fall in love, the pain when you break up, the regret after you miss out, the light breeze when you remember or the sleepless night...... Every moment, every paragraph, every detail can become a song under the reason of moving, whether it is cheerful or melancholy, because it is full of sincerity, a qiē becomes beautiful.

Zhou Huimin was confused, the taste of first love came to his heart, and Chen Ping'an's figure appeared in front of him. There was also a vague back, and although she couldn't see the face clearly, she could be sure that the back was that of an angel.

In front of him, both figures began to blur and gradually merge......

The singing voice is a little different from the voice that speaks on weekdays, but it is a bit like Chen Ping'an's voice...... Could it be him?

No way.

How could it be him.

I was just an inconspicuous passer-by in his life.

How could he do so much for me?

……

She was in a daze in the broadcast studio, but she was anxious about the director and the staff outside. It was easy to come back to her senses, and seeing the anxious look on the choreographer's face, she ignored the choreographer's movements for the first time and asked, "What is the name of this song?" ”

"Angel's Wings". To you, my vivian. (To be continued) R466