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Ruixue is a good year.

When she came back from Sister Zhi'er's hometown and walked halfway, a little snow began to float in the sky.As soon as I drive into the district, the snow is getting heavy.

This is the first snow of this year. Snowflakes are flying in the sky. Looking out, the mountains are covered in silver, and the scenery is beautiful. On the sea, seagulls are flying with snowflakes, making it more agile.

Sending Sister Zhi'er back to Zhongjiawa, Qin Dong drove directly back to the factory, asked for the address of Liang Jingwen's house from the elder sister of the factory office, and drove straight to the district committee family building.

"Comrade, please ask, where does Liang Jingwen live?" Qin Dong stopped an uncle wearing a cotton jacket.

"Jingwen, you are..." The visitor looked at Qin Dong in the car warily, until he said he was Liang Jingwen's colleague, the other party only let go, "The building in front, the second floor, shouted downstairs I heard it."

"Liang Jingwen——"

The sound was very loud, breaking the tranquility of the dusk in the snow.

At this time, it was the time when the cooking households were smoking. Liang Jingwen was watching TV at home. The time when it was snowing was the most leisurely time. Liang Jingwen’s mother was busy in the kitchen. The kitchen was steaming and full of fragrant rice. .

When that voice rang, Liang Jingwen's heart moved, and immediately thought of the sound comparable to a "big horn".

Lying on the window, watching the young man wearing a cotton monkey stomping his feet in the cold downstairs, she couldn't help but jump up. She looked at her mother who was in the kitchen and said, "Mom, my colleague, maybe something happened in the factory. , I will go downstairs."

Through the window, Liang Jingwen’s mother also saw Qin Dong downstairs, “You can sing Peking Opera at this voice.” Seeing Liang Jingwen wearing a coat, she asked curiously, “What can I do for you so late, you are an announcer. No need to work overtime..."

She was nagging, her daughter had already pushed the door downstairs.

Seeing a red figure appear in front of the building, Qin Dong stroked the thick snowflakes on his head and smiled.

Liang Jingwen is wearing a red bread jacket, a white scarf and a woolen hat. At this time, the down jacket is not high in fabric grade and processing level, and the style is relatively monotonous, with low velvet content, large filling, and appearance. Bloated, it is called a bread suit.

Even so, Liang Jingwen's good figure can not be concealed, the white snow, the red is especially bright.

"Qin Dong, why are you here? Anything?" Liang Jingwen felt her heartbeat as she approached Qin Dong.

"Yes, are you familiar with the people at the radio station in the district?" Qin Donghas his hands, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

"Familiar." Liang Jingwen replied simply.

"Will you come with me?"

"Jingwen!" A middle-aged woman upstairs opened the wooden window, poked her head out, and looked at her daughter as well as Qin Dong.

"My colleague, let's go to the radio station in the district." Liang Jingwen shouted to the upstairs. Without asking Qin Dong's purpose, she said directly, "Then I will ride there."

"I'll drive you." Not far away, the 130 light truck was covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Can you drive?"

"Well," Qin Dong opened the car door without explaining, "It's very simple. I'll go to the radio station to make an advertisement, and I will send you back later."

"Advertising? Go to the radio station to advertise?"

The 1980s was the last splendor of rural broadcasting. There were special broadcasting lines from the county to the township and village, and then to the farmer’s home. Each farmer had a square broadcasting box on the soil wall.

"There are advertisements on TV. Can advertisements be shown on the radio?" Qin Dong's car drove very slowly, and Liang Jingwen's speech seemed to have slowed down. It was different from that on the radio. Well, the voice became softer.

"Yes, you can fight on TV, why can't you fight on radio?" Qin Dong hit the steering wheel.

At this time, this is the most advanced information dissemination tool with the largest audience in rural China, the main source of information for farmers, and the only cultural pastime and fashion for farmers in remote rural areas.

Most of the radio broadcasts are news programs, many of which are relayed by the Central People’s Broadcasting Station, and there are also some agricultural ones. There are more storytelling in the field of folk art, and cross talk is also common.

The start time in the morning and the stop time in the evening are fixed, starting at 17:20 and ending at 21:30 in the evening.

"What time is it now?" Qin Dong stopped the car. He didn't have a watch, so he could only ask Liang Jingwen.

As soon as Liang Jingwen raised her hand, there was a voice from the radio station, "The last sound just now was at seven o'clock in Beijing time."

The broadcasting station is a row of bungalows. Liang Jingwen is obviously no stranger to this place. She often comes to send manuscripts and is very familiar with the editor. It is now off work and the stationmaster is not there. There are people in the editing team and the maintenance crew, but after listening to Liang Jingwen The organizers were also very embarrassed.

"Jingwen, you are not an article, we can't broadcast it..."

"You can also advertise on TV," Qin Dong looked at the broadcasting equipment in the house, "we can also do it here, and we can charge for it."

"But the superiors have not notified the broadcast of advertisements. I dare not broadcast such articles." Indeed, the radio station has never received any money for the articles, nor the idea of ​​collecting money. Qin Dong said it was for money, and the editor was surprised. , Liang Jingwen was also surprised.

"Then ask the stationmaster?" Liang Jingwen looks very quiet, a girl who is very persistent.

"Well, you're waiting here, I'll go to the stationmaster's house." The team leader looked at Liang Jingwen, just ordinary people. He took a high look at this girl, and even the young man who came with her let him He dare not neglect.

The station master’s home was not far away, and the group leader did not ask Qin Dong to drive him away.

"Da-t-t-t-t-t-t... kids, the little speaker has started broadcasting..." The two waited in the other room of the choreography group, and Qin Dong and Liang Jingwen joked.

When I was young, it was like the opening song of "News Network", and the children were very familiar with it.

"Qin Dong, are you not in a hurry?" Liang Jingwen already knew that Qin Dong came to advertise to go to the factory's inventory. It was a matter of work. She was very serious.

"Don't worry, not today, let's come again tomorrow." Qin Dong raised an eyebrow, "not once, there will always be a good time."

Well, looking at his calmness, Liang Jingwen's impatient mood was also covered by heavy snow. She suddenly discovered that calmness is really a kind of strength, which can infect others and bring a sense of dependence.

Liu Lanfang's "Said Yue Quan Biography" began to be broadcast on the radio, and the stationmaster hurried back.

While speaking, Qin Dong also felt that he was very polite to Liang Jingwen. When he said that Qin Dong was going to give each of the more than 30 people at the county radio station a bundle of beer, the station master was obviously moved.

"Then I will look at your manuscript first." The webmaster stretched out his hand.

"I didn't write, then I'll write now." Qin Dong took out his pen and "brushed" and wrote on the graph paper.

"Always drink Rongya beer, and always be happy and auspicious. Starting today, Rongya beer is sold to the masses. If you want to buy beer, please go to the Rongya Beer Sales Department. Buy beer, look for Qin Dong!"

The native advertising slogans of the 1980s, the native can no longer be native, but the author can be reborn, the advertisement can not transcend the times, and show the words "passionate moment, imperial demeanor, taste of life..." in previous lives. Cover your ears!

"Oh, you are Qin Dong." The webmaster laughed, "I've heard of your name a long time ago, so we will broadcast it immediately after storytelling, and we will also broadcast it every morning, afternoon and evening. How long will it take to broadcast?"

"One month." Qin Dong smiled.

...

Mr. Liu Lanfang's long storytelling "The Story of Yue Fei" has attracted countless loyal listeners.As soon as it was time to broadcast "Pingshu", every family of adults and children sat around the radio speakers and listened quietly.

Mr. Liu's broadcast is vivid and lifelike, just like visiting the scene in person.

"If you want to know what's going on, please listen to the next breakdown--"

When the concluding remarks came out, the female anchor of the county radio station Ruannuo's voice rang--

"Below broadcast an advertisement, often drink Rongya beer, happy all year round..."