The whole live studio showed an unexpected look. The guide looked at the host. The host also looked incredulous. This kind of bridge has only been seen in the novel. Just now, it was just said casually. The other party may be listening to the program.

But I didn't expect that they were really listening and called. The most important thing is that their hotline is very busy. They can't call in if they want to. So many things with small probability really hit each other.

The host quickly said, "Hello, you are quiet..." she hesitated and said, "friend."

Without hesitation, the boy gave a soft "um".

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen. It's incredible."

"Yes, I thought it was just a girl's memory. I didn't expect the next one."

"Speak quickly. What do you mean by calling? Think well or think well, or think well."

Wechat is full of discussions about this call.

Zeng Ying couldn't sit still. She wanted to get into the radio and catch the boy and ask him what he thought.

"Sir, is there anything you want to say to the audience?" What the host said is very vague. In fact, it means whether there is anything you want to say to the caller just now.

Silence fell again on the phone.

The host was so nervous for the first time in the music broadcast for so long. She clenched her fists and swallowed her saliva. The director also kept watching the situation on the other side of the phone for fear of dropping the line.

"Speak, speak." Zeng Ying was happier than the party and was anxious to fidget.

Netizens can't stand it. At the moment, there is a screen under the music radio wechat.

"Together."

"Together."

"Together."

......

Everyone was sweating quietly. The purpose of her call before was very clear, that is, she still had this boy in her heart, hoping to get back together with him, but she felt that she might have lost this relationship and could only recall it alone, but every memory was painful.

To put it bluntly, it's the intention of falling flowers now. It depends on whether the running water has love or not.

It seems that all the places covered by music broadcasting are quiet. We dare not make a sound for fear of missing important information.

Time ticking past, although not long, seems to have passed for a long time.

I used to press the minute, but now I press the second.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

A moment later, the voice on the phone rang again, deep and hoarse.

"I, I don't know if I'm good now." He paused for a moment.

Like all the audience, the host held his breath and didn't answer, waiting for him to continue.

The sound sounded again.

"Quiet, I miss you."

"I didn't do well enough before. Can you give me a chance to become better in the future?"

The voice dropped and the whole music broadcast was quiet.

Without any entanglement or hesitation, the boy confessed directly to the quiet.

Reversal, plot reversal.

It turns out that it's not that they can't let go quietly, but that both of them are missing each other. They have been waiting for each other to change their mind for so long.

Zeng Ying almost jumped up and hit the roof with her head. "Ouch" covered her head and sat down again.

The boy's voice was a little lonely. "It's Shuya's song, which makes me really realize what's the most important. The first time I heard it was a trial version. The next day I bought an album and listened to it every day. These days I'm struggling to find silence, and I'm afraid she's put me down. Quietly, let's give each other another chance. Don't sing later and recall the past one day in the future, okay? "

The director has made a gesture of victory. Everyone hopes that lovers will get married. After the boy said that, the audience of all the programs cheered together.

The host quickly said, "quietly, she must be listening to our program at the moment. She will be very happy to hear you."

"I hope so."

"It's not hope, it will. You will come together and start at your heart. Don't control your feelings any more."

Every program is sometimes long, and the previous program must not exceed the time limit, so as not to make the program impossible to broadcast.

In the hotline link, the host has spent too long. The songs to be played later have not been broadcast, but all the listeners are happy.

"Dear listeners, today's music radio program is over. Although Jing Jing and her boyfriend can't be online at the same time in the program, I believe they must mend their old friendship outside the program. Here, I also thank Shuya. It is her song that brings a pair of lovers who love each other back together. I hope Shuya can bring us more and better works, I also hope her new album can sell well. "

The host's concluding remarks have been finished, but the audience friends in front of the program haven't enjoyed themselves. Friends who drive like to listen to this program while driving. Many people didn't know that Shuya had a new album and wouldn't buy a record before. They just want to buy a record through this program.

Zeng Ying's face was filled with a happy expression and made a flower infatuation, "my sister Shuya is powerful. Not only the song sounds good, but also the role of matchmaker. In the future, I will walk with sister Shuya's song. Maybe one day I can meet my prince charming at the intersection."

"There is only zebra crossing at the intersection, not prince charming." Han Mo said in a flat tone.

Shuya was amused by Han Mo's words.

Zeng Ying's two small cheeks were so angry.

Although the program ended, the discussion in the wechat comment area of music broadcasting did not stop.

Netizens want to see the final result, whether quietly and her boyfriend have made up their old friendship.

While everyone was still looking forward to the follow-up progress, suddenly a wechat account posted a comment in the comment area.

"Thank you for your concern for me and me. We are fine now and will always be fine."

A short comment, received countless replies, everyone is blessing them.

"Sister Shuya, sister Shuya, they are reconciled. Look at wechat, they are reconciled." Zeng Ying shouted in the car with her mobile phone.

Shuya opened wechat and was happy for the young couple.

Han Mo saw the smile on Shuya's face from the rearview mirror and pursed his lips.

One night, the online sales of the album increased by 20000. In just a few days, Shuya's album sales have lagged behind many singers in the same period. Now she doesn't want to compare with anyone.

Her only opponent is herself. It's good that her sales are growing at an accelerated rate every day.

Although the influence of music broadcasting is less than that of television, it has a certain audience. Soon, various media began to report this matter.