Zero is not in Shanghai, and the warmth has not left the meaning here. At noon, she retired the room, traveled according to her original plan, booked a ticket to Yunnan, and then went straight to the airport.

Because of space control, the warm plane was delayed for nearly six hours. When she arrived in Yunnan, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Go to the hotel booked in advance, check in, take a hot bath, and climb to the bed with warmth.

I don't know if it was because I couldn't see the above with zero. Her whole day, her heart was blocked, and it was so uncomfortable that she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep for a while, but she could not fall asleep.

Open the hotel's lights, find a mobile phone, log in to the game, see the zero-degree head, and the mood is getting lower.

Xu warmed a sigh of relief, dropped the phone, put on a dress, and walked around the room.

This hotel is quite distinctive. Next to the sofa, there is also an old-fashioned radio.

Xu warmly pressed the switch and fell into the ear, which was a midnight channel that I especially liked before, called "My Youth, My Story."

The anchor is a man, the voice is particularly magnetic, and it is described in the network language. It is the kind of sound that "listens to be pregnant", hoarse and soft, and if you speak lyrics, you can directly dial the deepest part of the person's heart.

Xu warmly thought that he couldn't sleep anyway, simply nested on the sofa and listened to the show.

Even if I haven’t listened to this show for a few years, I can still hear it again. I can still feel the warmth. She holds the pillow and can’t help but bend her lips. In the cool and sweet voice of the male anchor, I remembered my years. Bit by bit experience, suddenly there is a desire to talk.

Some stories, when they are spoken, are really put down, it will be really easy.

Thinking, Xu warmed up to pick up the pen, wrote down the phone number of the male anchor, and then took the attitude of trying it out, picked up the hotel's landline, and dialed the past.

I don't know if it was because of the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, and few people listened to this program. The phone actually dialed.

......

Wu Hao has an entertainment tonight. After the end, it is already two o'clock in the morning.

After drinking a lot of wine, he had a terrible headache. After getting into the car, he threw the driver a "go home" and closed his eyes to raise the god.

The road at midnight is exceptionally smooth and the car is gently open.

The driver probably felt bored and drove the car. There was no good program to listen to. The driver kept changing the channel. When he heard a familiar male voice, Wu Hao suddenly said: "On this station."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and then retracted his hand.

In the quiet car, surrounded by the sound of the male anchor.

Wu Hao opened his eyes and stared at the window. He remembered that he had warmed up to go back to Beijing to start a business. Because it was too difficult, they often had a fuss when they were busy. In the middle of the night, when the warmth was extreme, they would listen to this program. Relieve the body and mind.

On the radio, a phone call came in.

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

"Call me Xiaoyi." That is, using a pseudonym, Wu Hao still recognizes it at once, this is a warm voice.

"Hello, I am, are you ready now? Can you tell us about your youth, your story?"