Shen Yu looked at the disc in the other party's hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Records?"

It's been a few years, and very few people have bought physical records.

Most people buy virtual records on music software.

Just like a single-player game, most people buy the online version in various stores.

But there is a group of people who like the texture of the disc.

They're just going to buy physical records, they're going to buy game discs.

Shen Yu is not that kind of person, he likes to be convenient,

This disc is the first disc Shen Yu has obtained in recent years.

He looked at the record in his hand, and the cover design of the scene was very interesting.

It's black and white.

It's like a Taiji diagram!

In the middle hangs two words: "Know! ”

Note that it is already "already", not your own "self!" ”

Typos?

Shen Yu looked at Xin Zixin inquiringly.

"What does that mean?"

Xin Zixin said lightly:

"Think for yourself!"

Later, she said:

"This is the first record! Just came out of the factory yesterday. ”

After saying that, Xin Zixin felt that she was really a little deliberate in saying this.

She added.

"I'm running around outside these days and I haven't brought you any gifts."

"It's a little gift for you."

"Anyway, it's for you, whatever you do."

Xin Zixin tried to maintain a very casual appearance, carrying her bag and leaving.

Shen Yu couldn't help but laugh in his heart when he looked at her like this.

My sister is still too good-looking.

Shen Yu took a few steps forward and sent the other party out.

Seeing that she was about to walk into the elevator, Xin Zixin suddenly called out to Shen Yu.

"You go back."

"Be careful on the road!"

"I know. By the way, do you watch the live stream? ”

This sudden question made Shen Yu a little puzzled, but he still answered honestly:

"Don't look."

He is busy coding words every day, so how can he have time to watch the live broadcast.

Xin Zixin raised her eyebrows.

"I can see it tomorrow."

Shen Yu instantly understood what the other party meant, and he couldn't help laughing.

"The platform? Some? ”

The elevator door gradually closed, and Xin Zixin's voice came out.

"Sailfish!"

"What time is it?"

“...”

it!

Shen Yu looked at the elevator door that had been closed, his face full of confusion.

"What time do you want to say?"

He can't stay in the live broadcast room all day, so be a lookout.

Ding dong!

The phone rang.

Shen Yu picked it up and saw that it was the news sent by Xin Zixin.

"Half past six!"

It's not going to work!

Shen Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

Half past six is the end time for many office workers.

Many of Xin Zixin's fans are young people.

Half past six is when they get off work, how many people can support their idols at this time?

Shen Yu's heart was a little worried, and he turned to look at the album.

opened, and on the disc, Xin Zixin's name was still signed.

In addition to the name, there is also a NO.1 written underneath!

I don't know what Xin Zixin means.

Is it "Xin Zixin NO.1" or is this the meaning of the first record.

However, Shen Yu was more puzzled in his heart.

'Is it written on the disc, can it still be played?' ’

He hadn't used it for so long, he had forgotten it.

Shen Yu carefully put away the disc, and then turned around and went back to the room.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Shen Yu's mobile phone rang again.

This time it was Sun Wenyin's call.

"Teacher Wang!"

Sun Wenyin's voice is always full of vitality,

But Shen Yu could faintly feel a trace of exhaustion.

Since the last farewell in Beijing, Sun Wenyin has not contacted him, and even when "Huaxia Poetry Conference" was broadcast, there was no news from the other party.

Shen Yu asked:

"What happened today, why did you think of calling me?"

Sun Wenyin said apologetically:

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Wang!"

"I've been so busy this time!"

In order to record "Collection of China", she, the producer, traveled back and forth across the country every day.

In the past half a month, Sun Wenyin has not had a good night's sleep.

Speaking of these, her heart swelled with infinite sourness.

It's so hard to do a show!

Shen Yu didn't hear the emotion in Sun Wenyin's words, he asked:

"How's the show being recorded?"

Sun Wenyin immediately said excitedly:

"The first episode has been recorded!"

"So fast!!"

This time it was Shen Yu's turn to be surprised.

It only took 20 days from the proposal to the recording of the first episode of this program!

You must know that for a large-scale show, it takes half a year to prepare!

It's only been 20 days, and you can finish recording the first episode?

That's a bit of an amazing speed!

Sun Wenyin heard Shen Yu's surprised voice, and she was also a little proud.

"Teacher Wang! We're CCTV TV! ”

"This program you proposed is a key project hand-picked by our director!"

"You don't know how much manpower and material resources we put into making this show, I haven't had a good night's sleep for twenty days."

In order to produce this show, she slept on the way.

Not to mention the first episode that has already been recorded, even the second episode will be recorded in these two days.

Shen Yu had to admire these people.

In order to record the show, there is really a spirit of desperate Saburo.

"And when will the first episode be broadcast?"

"Tomorrow, at half past seven in the evening?"

"Tomorrow?"

Shen Yu's voice rose one level higher.

"Isn't tomorrow the Mid-Autumn Festival? You don't do the Mid-Autumn Festival? ”

Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Day, and Spring Festival Gala, but the three major parties that Yang Ma has always been the main party!

The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is the best platform for Chinese children at home and abroad to express their thoughts!

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time!

Yang Ma actually used this time to broadcast variety shows?

Isn't that an exaggeration?

Sun Wenyin was also a little puzzled.

"What Mid-Autumn Festival? We've never done it before, huh? ”

"We only have the Spring Festival Gala! In the case of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Poetry Association has a poetry club! Mr. Wang, would you like to participate? ”

When Shen Yu heard this, he slapped his head.

Mistaken, mistaken!

The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is an annual party held in another world.

Since there is no one in this world, Shen Yu naturally will not get involved.

He said in a loud voice:

"Nothing, I just got it wrong."

"Don't worry, I'll watch "Collection of China" on time tomorrow night."

Hanging up the phone, Sun Wenyin was still thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala that Shen Yu said.

It just so happened that Liu Kailai came to the studio hall, he looked at Sun Wenyin, who was contemplative, and walked up and asked with a smile:

"What, Wen Yin, are you thinking about the show again?"

"Put your heart in your belly! We've reviewed it multiple times and there's nothing wrong with the show. ”

"We just need to hand over the baton to the audience!"

Sun Wenyin shook her head.

"I'm not thinking about the show! Director Liu, may I ask you a question? ”