Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
It was nothing more than shouting slogans, popularizing forest protection and fire prevention knowledge, and casually reading a few articles from newspapers or writing some of his own.
Currently, our Lin Industry Bureau Broadcast Station has only one person, who is also a Zhiqing, and he arrived earlier than us. His parents were sent to the countryside due to their class background, and they are no longer around. So even when he had the opportunity to return to the city, he didn’t pursue it; perhaps he has no ties left.
So does that mean he plans to stay in the countryside forever?
I suppose so!
Yang Qinghe looked at the young girl with eyes full of tenderness, as if he could melt her at any moment.
Pushing open the door to the broadcast room, I saw a frail man hunched over a desk, seriously writing something.
Let me introduce you; this is our new broadcaster, Yu Songyu. And this is Zheng Chengxiu!
The man slowly turned around, and it was then that Yu Songyu got a clear look at his appearance. True to his name, the man had a thin face with delicate features. He wore a pair of very worn-out glasses that were barely held together by fine thread, giving him the look of a weak scholar.
Upon seeing the two of them, he didn’t seem surprised and didn’t exchange pleasantries. He merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment before turning back to continue writing whatever was in front of him.
You and I, Yu Songyu, we will be colleagues from now on!
After seeing Yang Qinghe off, Yu Songyu tried to ease the awkward atmosphere by speaking up and even extending her hand in a friendly gesture.
Didn’t you just say that?
The man glanced at her without raising his head, ignoring her outstretched hand and responding in a flat tone.
Yu Songyu awkwardly withdrew her hand from mid-air, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt like this man didn’t particularly like her. Being new here, she thought she hadn’t done anything to offend him. Or perhaps he was used to solitude and felt disturbed by her sudden presence, which made him uncomfortable?
Um, what should I do?
Being new here, Yu Songyu knew she couldn’t just grab the microphone and start broadcasting right away; there were some things she needed to clarify first.
Do whatever you want; I don’t mind!
His response was still indifferent, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"Have you written those chapters yourself?"
Yu Songyu completely did not want to report on them. If she could write the chapters herself, she would gladly take on that task. After all, as long as she was in the modern world, all she needed to do was search online.
"Most of them are!"
"Oh, so can you write stories?"
Noticing the impatience in the other person's voice, Yu Songyu chose to ignore it and continued to ask, "Can you write your own stories?"
As she mentioned this, the man seemed to suddenly take an interest. He paused his writing, turned around, and looked at Yu Songyu.
"Of course! I know a lot of stories!"
Yu Songyu noticed the shift in his mood; he seemed genuinely interested in stories.
"However, not just any kind of story will do!"
"I know, I know. No monsters or ghosts, no feudal superstitions. It should mostly be positive and uplifting, right?"
The man remained silent for a moment, adjusting his glasses with one hand while studying Yu Songyu intently.
As he looked at her, he noticed that her complexion was like peach blossoms, her features delicate, especially her pair of lively eyes.
With this closer look, she didn’t seem so unpleasant after all.
Comment 0 Comment Count