Qin Zhen glanced back at the electronic clock facing the live broadcast room. The bright red number above shows the present moment - 16:55:30 on January 17, 2020.

She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes, remembering the slender and straight back in front of her, and it was at this moment that she walked into the live broadcast room that she had not seen for many years. Just as she remembers every moment of important events that have happened here.

When Qin Zhen followed, Lin Feng was already naturally sitting on the right-hand side, skillfully adjusting the height of the microphone stand.

But the host Xu Dafang turned around and spread his hand at Qin Zhen, with a smile of helplessness.

Qin Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then understood. The guests usually sit in the left-hand position, and Lin Feng is obviously sitting in the host's position.

At this time, Lin Feng also reacted, hurriedly stood up, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this place is too familiar." I'm used to it. I know the guests should be sitting over there. ”

"No, you don't have to change it." Qin Zhen glanced at Xu Dafang with some weakness, and then lowered his head, "Dafang, Teacher Lin is used to that position, you can overcome it!" ”

"No problem!"

Xu Dafang squeezed his eyes at Qin Zhen. Qin Zhen's face flushed slightly, and he buried his head lower.

Lin Feng obviously didn't see the subtle interaction between the two, and sat back again, casting a grateful look at Qin Zhen: "Thank you, Director Qin." I'd love to relive it from this seat! ”

Qin Zhen raised his head and inadvertently bumped into those clear eyes with a smile, and his heartbeat skipped a beat. So, she quickly lowered her head again.

She still didn't dare to look at him! From picking up Lin Feng at the gate of the Radio and Television Building to entering the live broadcast room, she has never dared to look at him. She was afraid that her eyes would reveal too much of her mind, and thus scare the person who knew nothing about her.

The familiar headline sounded, and Qin Zhen retreated lightly. Through the thick glass in the live broadcast room, she finally dared to look directly at him generously. At this time, Lin Feng had already put on the headphones, and the corners of his lips rose slightly—that was the host's unique professional smile after entering the state.

Qin Zhen's gaze was fixed on that familiar and unfamiliar face, and he couldn't move away for a moment. Once, she imagined Lin Feng's various expressions and movements in front of that yellowed one-inch photo countless times. And at this moment, he was sitting inside, his good-looking eyebrows and eyes moving, and his delicate lips moving. He smiled, bowed his head, and nodded...... He's finally alive.

"Hello listeners and friends, this is FM102, Xiangcheng Traffic Radio, I am the host Dafang. Welcome to today's "102 Lounge". Today's guest in our live broadcast room, you may not know his name, but you must have used the software developed by his company. He is the founder of the Leting APP that 'picks up the mobile phone and listens to the radio' - Lin Feng! Hello Mr. Lin! ”

"Hello host, listeners in front of the radio, hello everyone! I wonder how many listeners are listening to this show through our 'Listening'? ”

The eight-second delay made his voice and expression comically misaligned.

Qin Zhen simply closed his eyes - this voice was still as pleasant as twenty years ago, clear and warm.

Xu Dafang continued the interview: "Mr. Lin, you used to be the host of our Xiangcheng Traffic Radio. This live broadcast room must have a lot of memories of you, right? Is there anything memorable? ”

Lin Feng pursed his lips, as if reminiscing.

"One thing, probably twenty years ago. Yes, it was the millennium, twenty years......"

Millennium?

Qin Zhen's heart tightened and he opened his eyes.

Lin Feng continued to recall: "I remember that day was the New Year's Day of the millennium. At that time, I was still an intern and was on the show for the first time. In the evening, a little girl called the hotline in the live broadcast room. She cried that her father had just died, and her mother had left a suicide note, and she wanted to kill herself, and she couldn't find her mother anymore......"

Qin Zhen clenched his right hand that was leaning against his side, but he still couldn't suppress the slight tremor of his body. A wave of heat surged up from his chest until the warm liquid blurred Lin Feng's face more and more.

He remembers, twenty years later, he actually remembers!

In the live broadcast room, Lin Feng continued to tell the story of New Year's Day of the millennium. And another voice in Qin Zhen's mind also echoed from that distant era, intertwined with his voice at the moment, chaotic and noisy, like an old-fashioned radio that was being tuned. And as the frequency of the memories gradually locked, another voice gradually became clearer......