"Ghost blowing the lamp, what a strange name" Meijia said with some confusion, "Is it a ghost story, isn't it a supernatural novel, what's going on at this time?"

"Yes, what is the monsoon going to talk about" Zhang Wei was also very curious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people who listened to the radio were very puzzled, what was the monsoon going to tell, everyone was waiting for the story that the monsoon was about to tell, and the monsoon did not disappoint the people, and soon told the story.

"Tomb robbing is not sightseeing, not poetry, not painting and embroidery, not so elegant, so leisurely strolling, affectionate and silent, so heaven and earth. Tomb robbing is a technology, a technology for destruction..." Monsoon's magnetic voice spoke slowly, and everyone who heard it was drawn to the world created by Monsoon, and a vast picture flashed in their minds.

The plot of the story slowly advances, and people's minds slowly deepen with Monsoon's words, and the story soon reaches the stage of paper figures, when Monsoon talks about Hu Bayi's grandfather Hu Guohua cheated money to buy a paper figure, many people are attracted by this scene and wait for the content below Monsoon.

"Director, Director," a person hurriedly ran in outside the playback room and said, "Director, the listening rate is rising rapidly, and a few sentences are about to break the primetime record," a person said to Lisa Rong.

Seeing someone interrupting her to listen to the story of the monsoon, Lisa Rong was a little unhappy at first, but when she heard that the listening rate had skyrocketed, Lisa Rong couldn't help but be a little surprised, she didn't expect the effect to be so good, you know, this is a midnight stall, there are not many people, how can this be.

Outside, on Weibo, there is an additional top post "Quick, fast, quick, turn on the radio FMxx and come and see God tell a story"

"Turn on the radio, your moon and my heart, there is a magical story to tell,"

"Damn, the magical world of tomb robbery, let's listen together"

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You must know that there are a lot of night owls in this world, not to mention that it is not yet twelve o'clock, and your moon and my heart still have some listeners, so the speed of transmission is still good.

Zeng Xiaoxian also didn't expect that the story of Monsoon would be so exciting, and he was fascinated by what he listened to, but is this really good, will there be any trouble in changing the emotional program to a program of supernatural stories.

But what he never expected was that even if your moon and my heart were not revised, what room for improvement would there be, maybe it would be a good thing, no matter what Zeng Xiaoxian thought, but Lisa Rong outside had already decided, no matter what, Ji Feng must be kept, even if he can't keep it, let him finish this story before leaving.

Soon, it will come to the climax, the paper man bought by Hu Guohua has come to life, speaking of this, everyone who heard it all had a cold sweat behind their backs, and they all felt chills when they thought about it, who would have thought that the slow paper man would become alive, with the slow development of the plot, everyone's hearts were also nervous, but when Hu Guohua's heart was eaten by a female ghost, the monsoon stopped.

"Okay, thank you for listening, this is the end of my story, I want to know what happens next, and let's listen to the next breakdown" Monsoon said into the microphone.

In front of the listening machine, when Monsoon said this, everyone was awakened, but they found that they were in a cold sweat behind them, and they couldn't help but feel like they were going to live after the holiday, but how could the story end here, they all felt a burst of resentment, how could this make people appetizing.

"Director, director, no, the phone is about to burst, everyone wants Monsoon to continue talking, don't let him stop, what should I do" The staff ran in and said loudly to Lisa Rong.

Lisa Rong also has a headache, but the story has been told for almost half an hour, this show can't become a storytelling show, what should I do, Lisa Rong has no choice, so she quickly asked the operator to solve it.

"Hey, hey, Monsoon, Zeng Xiaoxian, hurry up and save the scene, the audience has called you to hurry up and continue, what should I do" Lisa Rong said anxiously.

Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't help but sink a little when he heard what happened, how can this be good, in the past, he was worried about the small number of listeners, but now he was worried about the fact that there were too many listeners, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and quickly turned his eyes to the monsoon.

Looking at Monsoon again, with a confident look, Zeng Xiaoxian was a little relieved, and sure enough, Monsoon spoke.

"Hello listeners, due to the time of the show, the story of the ghost blowing the lamp can not be continued, your moon and my heart is an emotional program, so Mr. Zeng has brought you a new little story, let this story end today's process, very interesting" Ji Feng said.

What, I tell the story, but where is the story, Zeng Xiaoxian was in a daze, a little at a loss, looked at the monsoon, the monsoon took out some manuscripts out of nowhere and sent them to Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes, let Zeng Xiaoxian read according to the manuscript, a look passed, Zeng Xiaoxian understood, and knew that this was the moment of his rise.

"Hello everyone, the good man is me, I am Zeng Xiaoxian, and next, I will tell you a deep and sad story," Zeng Xiaoxian said, and opened the manuscript.

"The name of this story is called five centimeters per second..." Zeng Xiaoxian said slowly.

Zeng Xiaoxian was talking slowly, the monsoon was very successful, and at this time, he was choosing a good story specially customized for Zeng Xiaoxian, and in the future, Zeng Xiaoxian, a good man, would sit down.

Time passed slowly, if Zeng Xiaoxian became formal, his voice was still good, and the classic lines slowly flowed out of his mouth, and people were all brought into this romantic and beautiful fairy tale...

"The speed at which the cherry blossoms fall is still five centimeters per second. And no matter how many text messages we send to each other, the distance between us will not be shortened by a centimeter..."

"At that moment, I felt as if I understood where the so-called eternal heart and soul were, as if I had shared my entire life for the past thirteen years with the other party, and the next moment became extremely sad..."

"For the past few years, I've been walking with my head down, just thinking about what I can't get, but I don't know what it is. And this idea that came out of nowhere gradually turned into a kind of oppression, and I had to work non-stop to get rid of it. When I was shocked, my heart, which was gradually stiffening, could only feel pain. Then one morning, I realized that the feeling that I had never cherished was completely lost."

The classic and beautiful sentences slowly came out of the mouth of the alley, and the poignant picture was slowly unfolding, and people ushered in the final ending in peace・・・・・・