"Xiangjiang morning!"

As one of the busiest cities in China and even in the world, the morning in Xiangjiang is indeed exceptionally "early".

Not long after the sun rose, office workers in a hurry carrying briefcases filled the streets lined with all kinds of signboards, as if all the vehicles in Xiangjiang had run onto the road.

On a fully loaded minibus, the yawning passengers were quiet, and the driver's uncle was looking ahead at the road that was blocked by water because of what happened, and he sighed frequently.

"Welcome to the new episode of "Light Talk and Singing" program, I am your old friend Zhong Ziming......"

Listening to the familiar opening remarks of the radio program, the slightly irritated driver uncle turned up the volume to the maximum.

"Talking and Singing" is an old music talk show, and every time the opening host Zhong Ziming will chat and talk about things under the soundtrack.

The theme content of each issue is different, or around the development of spiritual emotions, or around the attitude of dealing with people and things, his warm voice can always penetrate the deep heart of the listener's heart, which can not only encourage people's hearts, but also let the audience talk about melancholy and worry.

"Today I want to talk to you about an old topic that has been talked about countless times before, but I can't finish talking about it every time, youth."

Youth?

The driver's uncle touched his gray hair, sighed, and complained in his heart: Heh! What is there to talk about in youth? It's long gone.

"Old listeners know, I have always said before, youth is a poem of life, when we have it, often we don't understand it, and when we can read it, it is long gone."

"Therefore, every time people talk about the topic of youth, they are always sad and regretful, and I am the same."

"Especially recently, I have clearly felt that my body is going downhill, and my energy is not as good as before, and every time I look at the previous photos, I feel that time is cruel and sad."

"But last night, I saw a prose poem, which shocked my heart, it directly refreshed all my past views on youth, and it made me re-understand the meaning and true meaning of youth, so I will share this prose poem with you....."

"Wow, isn't that exaggerated? You can regain your youth by reading the article, so it's better to tell me directly that you have taken Viagra......"

The driver's uncle complained silently in his heart, and so did the passengers.

Sitting in the car are all office workers in a hurry, they are all stuck in traffic jams and can't move, both irritable and helpless, listening to the host talk about youth, then I just want to complain: Lost, isn't my youth wasted by such a traffic jam?

"Youth is not the youth, but the state of mind ......"

Accompanied by warm light music, the host's recitation voice floated out, shining straight into the listeners' minds, splashing ripples in the lake of people's hearts.

"Ho!"

The driver's uncle couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and secretly said in his heart, he really didn't blow water, and the first sentence redefined youth......

The passengers' distracted attention was immediately restricted, and they all pricked up their ears, and the more they listened, the more they felt the taste.

There are always some great works that can touch our heartstrings and nourish our souls at a glance, which is admirable.

This prose poem is obviously like this, as long as you are immersed in it, a wave of emotion will rise up and linger in the heart.

The voice is more emotional than the expression of words, more intimate, and more touching.

When a short prose poem was read, the car seemed to become quieter.

Everyone has a wonderful feeling, all the bits and pieces deposited in the heart gushing out, as if all kinds of feelings are intertwined and difficult to express, but the heart is calm and full of power.

"Who wrote this? It's really well written......"

The driver's uncle thought in his heart, and looked at the congestion in front of him that was gradually clearing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Youth, from Springfield Huahua handyman."

The minibus was finally able to move slowly, and listening to the host's words, countless little question marks surged in everyone's hearts.

"Uh, what Springfield Blossom?"

"What did he just say? What what handyman? ”

“......”

I only heard the host then explain: "Well, in fact, I don't know who the Chuntian Huahua miscellaneous tool is, but after my understanding, Chuntian Huahua is an amateur choir in the provincial capital, and it is a super fun, super ghost, super cute choir." ”

"Trust me, after listening to their songs, you will definitely fall in love with them instantly, so next, let's enjoy their songs, the title is,"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, more work, more reward!"

"Monday to week seven, more work and more rewards!"

Before the host announced the name of the song, the song had already begun to play, and a slogan suddenly burst out, which did not startle the whole car in an instant, and then all the passengers and the driver's uncle immediately couldn't help but burst out laughing.

There is nothing else, this salesman's special slogan is too classic, so classic that there is no need to mention Xiangjiangdi, and the entire Cantonese dialect area is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

And the title of the song, it doesn't seem to need to be reported, that's obviously it.

When the slogan was shouted, the warm and cheerful accompaniment music of "The Mail Carriage" sounded, and the joy and joy instantly crashed into the hearts of the listeners, and then they sang as they spoke:

"Must, must, work hard, hey! People should be more eye-catching, and they should work hard to do ......"

"Poof!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Fruit... Sure enough, it's a super ghost! ”

"What kind of choir is this, it's so fun, isn't it?"

“......”

The laughter is uncontrollable!

And it's not just this minibus, it's also on the car next door.

Suddenly, it was as if the restlessness of the whole street had been dispelled by this sudden and invariable burst of laughter.

The joyful and melodious and demonic brainwashing melody, the nonsensical and funny singing form, especially the magical lyrics that are full of market flavor and directly poke people's hearts, are simply accurate "killing" in this morning shift period, who can bear it?

The citizens of Xiangjiang who were listening to the radio were all instantly deeply attracted, but the worst thing was that it was too short!

You've just been teased, you're getting high, and then it's over in 1 minute, how can you enjoy it?

The audience was so excited that they immediately picked up their mobile phones and called directly to the radio program.

"Hey, Brother Ming, Brother Ming, I want Encore!"

"Hey, Brother Ming, Brother Ming, I'm going to continue Encore! Can I play that song again? ”

"Brother Ming, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Do you know how to do it? ”

“......”

The listener hotline of the "Light Talk and Singing" program exploded on the spot, and the listeners' almost crazy feedback made the radio host Zhong Ziming himself already messy in the wind, and tears flowed down his face in the mess.

"Sister, it's been 7 times, still order? Hey, don't be coquettish, it's useless to be coquettish, I'll tell you, 7 times, ouch, I'm really hard to do......"

"Oh, then it seems that Brother Ming, you are indeed old, and you have only said no after 7 times? No wonder you want to talk about youth, demon! ”

"Good! Since the words have come to this point, and you have strongly requested it, then you can't blame me, just continue! ”

"Yay~~"

“......”

The sound is touching and unstoppable.

In just one morning, among the radio stations that have gradually become weak media, the magical singing of the mysterious choir "Springfield Flowers" has set off a lot of heat among the people of Xiangjiang and has become one of the hot topics in office buildings of all sizes.

And this is just the beginning, because the news programs of the TV stations in Xianghao and Xianghao have also reported on this amateur choir from the provincial capital today, or in the form of a special topic.

"Hee-hee, this is McDull, the mascot of our Springfield Flower Choir, my brother painted it, isn't it cute?"

When a vigorous girl wearing a blue and white school uniform and a pure first love face appeared in the news screen, before it could brew and ferment for a while, the big heat wave instantly turned into a violent storm......