Zero degrees are no longer in Shanghai, and Xu Nuan has no meaning to stay here, so she checked out at noon, traveled according to her original plan, booked a ticket to Yunnan, and then went straight to the airport.

Due to space control reasons, Xu Nuan's plane was delayed for nearly six hours, and by the time she arrived in Yunnan, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

When I arrived at the hotel booked in advance, checked in, took a hot bath, and Xu Nuan climbed into bed.

I don't know if it's because she couldn't meet Zero, her heart was blocked and a little uncomfortable all day, so that she closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep for a while, but she couldn't fall asleep.

I turned on the lights of the hotel, found my mobile phone, logged in to the game, and saw the dark avatar of Zero, and my mood became more and more depressed.

Xu Nuan exhaled vigorously, threw down his phone, put on a piece of clothing, and walked around the room.

This hotel, quite characteristic, next to the sofa, also has an old-fashioned radio.

Xu Nuan casually pressed the switch, and it turned out to be a midnight channel that he used to particularly like, called "My Youth, My Story".

The anchor is a man, and his voice is particularly magnetic, which is described in Internet parlance, which is the kind of "I will get pregnant if I listen to it", hoarse and soft, and when he speaks sensational, he can directly provoke the deepest part of people's hearts.

Xu Nuan thought that she couldn't sleep anyway, so she simply nestled on the sofa and listened to the show.

Even if I haven't listened to this show for a few years, listening to it again, Xu Nuan can still hear the feeling, she hugged the pillow, couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, and in the cool and pleasant voice of the male anchor, she remembered her experience over the years, and suddenly had a desire to talk.

Some stories, when they are told, are really let go and really relaxed.

Thinking about it, Xu Nuan picked up the pen, wrote down the phone number reported by the male anchor, and then picked up the hotel's landline and dialed it with the mentality of trying it out.

I don't know if it's because in the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep, and few people listened to this show, but the phone was really dialed.

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Wu Hao has a party tonight, and after it is over, it is already two o'clock in the morning.

After drinking a lot, he had a terrible headache, and after getting in the car, he threw the driver a "go home" and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The road at midnight was exceptionally smooth, and the car drove smoothly.

The driver was probably bored, he drove the car radio, there was no good program to listen to, the driver kept changing the channel, and when he heard a familiar male voice, Wu Hao suddenly said: "That's it." ”

The driver looked at him suspiciously through the rearview mirror, then retracted his hand.

The quiet car is surrounded by the beautiful voices of male anchors.

Wu Hao opened his eyes, stared out the car window, and remembered that Xu Nuan once accompanied him back to Beijing to start a business, because it was too difficult, they would often be busy all night, and in the middle of the night, when Xu Nuan was extremely tired, he would listen to this show to relieve his body and mind.

On the radio, a phone call came in.

The male anchor answered: "Hey, hello, what do you call it?" ”

"Just call me Xiaoyi." Even if he used a pseudonym, Wu Hao still recognized it at once, this was Xu Nuan's voice.

"Hello Xiaoyi, are you ready now? Can you tell us about your youth, your story? ”