Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Sure enough... the other party is also unconsciously rubbing his arm, thinking that the other party feels the same as himself.

　　She took another look at a middle-aged man who was sitting on the sofa at an unknown time, and saw the other person holding his arms and squinting his eyes as if he was sleeping...

　　Ai Baoliang.

　　One of the initiators of "Midnight", he was there when the show started in 1999.A well-known broadcaster belonging to the older generation, he is especially good at broadcasting various suspense novels. Once upon a time, the series of Cai Jun's ghost stories he performed did not know how many nights of horror lovers he accompanied.

　　His voice is no better than those of the announcers who like to be startled and terrified.

　　The whole process is flat and straightforward, but with the signature slobber and subtle control of the voice, it can bring a terrifying atmosphere to the audience in silence.

　　Very popular with everyone.

　　At the beginning of the recording, he came uninvited. After entering the recording studio, he just sat on the sofa and listened to this novel quietly. His face showed no joy or anger, but as long as he sat here, Chen Yangyang would not A little nervous consciously.

　　Chen Yangyang got goosebumps again in the story of Hu Guohua and the paper figurine told in the accompanying recording...

　　……

　　The recording continues.

　　The story has already told the plot of Mr. Sun fighting with the female ghost.

　　In Wu Shaobai's broadcast, Mr. Sun's voice was old and hoarse. Generally speaking, this kind of hoarse voice can highlight the gloomy feeling of the content. Where is your heart?" The hoarse but determined voice when he decided to save Hu Guohua made people feel a sense of righteousness in the world.

　　And this kind of hoarseness of righteousness and the female ghost's feminine but ferocious and vicious voice were combined, but in the ears of the three people, it seemed like a big drama.

　　Involuntarily, people's minds made up the dangerous battle between an old gentleman carrying a black donkey's hoof and a female ghost with a phoenix crown, but a gloomy white face and red lips like blood...

　　Brilliant.

　　……

　　"After that, Mr. Sun used a secret recipe to cure Hu Guohua's addiction to smoking. He also taught some skills to read Fengshui characters. And Hu Guohua just set up a small stall in the county town, measuring characters and pictures for people, earning money some little money to make ends meet..."

　　Hearing this paragraph, Zhou Qiong glanced at the phone subconsciously.

　　During the whole recording, she used her mobile phone to follow the content of the reading little by little.

　　But when she saw this passage, she found that the original words here were "teach him some skills in reading Feng Shui characters" and "measure a character and look at the phase for others".

　　Wu Shaobai changed the original words of the first sentence into batch characters and omitted the word "kan" in the following words.

　　But the whole sentence sounds more comfortable.

　　Unconsciously nodded secretly.

　　Sure enough, Mr. Wu is very skilled.

　　At this time, she heard Ai Baoliang ask from behind:

　　"what happened?"

　　"Uh……"

　　Zhou Qiong thought about it and showed a humble attitude:

　　"Teacher Ai, look here."

　　She took the phone and walked to the other side:

　　"Mr. Wu has changed a few words here...here has been changed to batch, here is one less to see..."

　　Ai Baoliang looked at it, thought about it again, and nodded:

　　"It's a lot smoother. Right?"

　　"Yes."

　　"That's right. Sometimes you need to pay attention to the difference between spoken language and written language, otherwise people will mistakenly think that they are reading instead of speaking. People are right. And the words are an old saying, put them in this book. It’s easier for people to feel immersed in the age of the house.”

　　Zhou Qiong's heart is beautiful.

　　And Ai Baoliang seemed to see Wu Shaobai's skills from such details, and suddenly showed a relieved expression, and said to Zhou Qiong:

　　"I just don't feel relieved today, so let's take a look... Now it seems that Xiao Zhou you are looking for a good person. The program after New Year's Day is considered to be settled."

　　Saying that, he stood up on his knees:

　　"Okay, then keep busy. Xiao Chen, remember to check the time, I'll go first."

　　"Teacher Ai walk slowly."

　　"Ah."

　　Ai Baoliang waved his hand, carefully opened the door and walked out.

　　Zhou Qiong's face was full of joy.

　　She knew that with the approval of the other party, this work would be completely fine.So one question remains...

　　Can this show...can it save "Midnight", which is currently at the bottom of the listening rate?

　　Everything is unknown.

　　……

　　over an hour.

　　When Wu Shaobai finished the recording, "Ghost Blowing Candle" happened to talk about the scenes when Hu Bayi, Fatty Wang, and Yingzi encountered the bears.

　　Among them, he also left a button with no "morality":

　　"The man-bear went blind in one eye and became even more insane. It dropped the swallow and desperately... threw itself at me!"

　　It ends here.

　　Wu Shaobai took off his headphones and made a gesture to the two people outside the window:

　　"OK"

　　But I haven't seen any movement between the two... After about three or four seconds, Zhou Qiong's voice sounded:

　　"Mr. Wu, is this the end?"

　　"Well, it's exactly 25 minutes. That's the two episodes I've prepared."

　　"...isn't there any more?"

　　At this moment, Zhou Qiong only felt that Wu Shaobai had told the story in the slightest. Although she had been reading the novel along with the content of the broadcast, she felt that she had not heard enough...

　　Just like obsessive-compulsive disorder, I want to continue listening...

　　After receiving Wu Shaobai's "no" answer, a feeling of incomparable regret filled his mind.But she was stunned for a moment...

　　A ray of light lit up in his eyes.

　　Even someone who reads novels has such huge regrets and expectations... So what would it sound like if it was a real audience! ?

　　Will it be the same as myself?

　　If it's really the same... then it doesn't mean this "Ghost Blowing Candle"...

　　It worked! ? .

Chapter 115

　　Chinese Theatre.

　　Wu Shaobai entered the crowded auditorium in a low-key manner, found a corner and sat down.

　　He didn't do anything to cover up, after all, he was not a star or an idol or something.Having said that... Chinese operas produce a group of star entertainers every year. If he is a little cross talk talker here, if he is still secretive, he really wants to be blinded.

　　Going to the folding chair in the corner, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message of "arrive" to his girlfriend.

　　But Tong Liya didn't reply, she should be busy with dancing.

　　Wu Shaobai just sat quietly on the chair, occasionally flexing his side legs to make room for the students who entered the row.As time passed, when he received Tong Liya's reply, the entire auditorium hall was already full of people.

　　And interestingly, it wasn't just students who came today.

　　According to the voices he heard from the people around him just now, it is said that there are still several directors who graduated from Chinese opera today.

　　It seems to be for a certain drama~ I want to pick some characters.

　　Then a group of children kept sighing underneath, saying that they had known him before - they went up to the clouds...

　　Hearing Wu Shaobai shook his head secretly.

　　He believes that the sentence "I knew XXXX earlier" is a sentence that is not a thing in the world.

　　It's [-]% pure excuses for oneself.

　　Still a [-]% nonsense.

　　But he didn't think much about it, just curiously stretched his head and looked around... No matter how he looked, he didn't find any director who he recognized.It may also be the reason why people are relatively low-key... Anyway, he didn't find it.

　　At this moment, a burst of impassioned music sounded.

　　The Chinese Opera 2007 New Year's Day Gala... started.

　　……

　　Frankly speaking, this party has not left a particularly deep impression on Wu Shaobai so far.

　　Perhaps it was after the baptism of the information explosion era in later generations. Today, he can only say that the quality of this is a general stage, and he really doesn't feel it.

　　Especially in today's aesthetic men and women, the era of hairspray is still popular.Influenced by the super girl's voice, each hair is in various styles... It is quite popular in this era, but in Wu Shaobai's opinion, it is a bit rustic.

　　After watching a few singing and a magic show, he yawned in boredom.

　　He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Tong Liya:

　　"How many are there for you?"

　　"Two more shows. What's the matter?"

　　"...Can I say that what I watch is quite ordinary? The show is not very good~"

　　"Hey, then look forward to me. Just wait, I'll dance for you in a while~ In addition, if you see me wink at the stage for a while, it's me tossing it for you, but I'm afraid after the stage I can't find where you are... Anyway, you can just go on~"