Crush :原来我很爱你

Chapter 1 : Encounter 1

Five thirty is exactly the time when people flocked from the classroom and library to the cafeteria and boiling water room. Sang Wuyan had eaten early and was walking on the way to self-study. Ten minutes later, she heard the campus radio start on time.
　　After that familiar melody was over, Xu Qian's voice came out: "Good noon, I'm Xuqian, and it's the pop music time every Wednesday. First is the new song recommendation, and then our ranking list last week..."
　　The school's broadcast room has always been done in a vivid and colorful way, much richer than the program when Sang Wuyan entered the school. It's a pity that she hasn't been there for a long time.
　　She waited for Cheng Yin for a few minutes in the small garden under the Fourth Reunion, and saw her walking along with a smile.
　　"What's the matter?" Cheng Yin asked.
　　"Revel in Xu Qian's voice."
　　"I think I am intoxicated in my own vinegar jar."
　　"No!" Sang Wuyan denied it.
　　"Not yet, you..." Cheng Yin was suddenly interrupted by Sang Wuyan in the middle of her speech.
　　"Hush—" She made a silent gesture, tilted her head and tilted her ears, without moving for a while.
　　Cheng Yin really calmed down. After a while, she asked softly, "What's the matter?"
　　Sang Wuyan said, "Listen to this song."
　　A song is playing on the radio, and the male singer's soft voice and low voice sings in a low voice, seeming to get into the heart of the people.
　　I lost my way in the grassland,
　　The wind blows the grass low,
　　Someone once sang that the sky is like a dome...
　　In the evening, Sang Wuyan chatted with Cheng Yin.
　　"What kind of song is it? It's so nice."
　　"It's kind of like a newcomer."
　　"I really want to know." Sang Wuyan sighed.
　　"You can call Xu Qian if it's OK." Cheng Yin made the first idea.
　　"I won't go to kill me either."
　　"Go and search on the Internet, I guess you can find it." Cheng Yin gave a second idea.
　　"I don't know how to search for song titles?" Sang Wuyan is a well-known "Dianbai" (computer idiot).
　　"Uh-" The two looked at each other, "I don't know." Cheng Yin was also "Dianbai".
　　"..."
　　It seems that women cannot rely on women.
　　Sang Wuyan and her best friend Cheng Yin moved out of the school as soon as they entered school this year to share a house. She is almost graduating, and the school is lax. In addition, she is now working part-time in the radio station in City A, so she is afraid that sometimes it will be too late to return to the dormitory.
　　Early the next morning, Sang Wuyan hummed and sang yesterday's song while brushing her teeth. She suddenly thought of something, spit on toothpaste, raised her head and asked, "Cheng Yin, why don't I go to school and ask them?"
　　"Why are you still thinking about this?"
　　"Of course. I am on the radio and have professional sensitivity."
　　"Still professionally sensitive?" Cheng Yin laughed. "You're not just a big boss with incomplete tone, any song will be ruined in your mouth."
　　"Cheng Yin!" Sang Wuyan was angry.
　　On Friday afternoon, Sang Wuyan went to the radio without class. In the evening, it is the broadcasting time of Nie Xi, the station column of the radio station. After Sang Wuyan entered the radio station, she was a mess at all. Not long ago, Nie Xi's assistant had just resigned, and there was no suitable candidate. Fortunately, the director felt that Sang Wuyan had a good mind, so she asked her to temporarily replace him.
　　Although Nie Xi is quite well-known in the city, she is a nice person who does everything by himself and is kind to others. Wu Yan called her "Sister Xi" along with the juniors in the station.

Sang Wuyan carried a lot of letters upstairs from the uncle who was guarding the door on the first floor, all of which were given to Nie Xi by the audience. She opened up one by one for Nie Xi, the reply of the reply, the relay of the relay. However, almost every time Sang Wuyan could see content that made her laugh.
　　Every time she reads it to other people in the station, she is sure to laugh.
　　Nie Xi always shook his head: "Wuyan, you are such a happy fruit."
　　After Sang Wuyan finished sorting out a lot of things, he went to the cafeteria to have dinner and came back. Nie Xi had already arrived at the work room in advance to make preparations.
　　"Sister Xi, come here so early?"
　　Nie Xi blinked at her, turned down the music and said, "I want to use a few new songs, and I am worthy to try the effect."
　　"Oh." Sang Wuyan made a "you are busy with yourself" look, and was about to go next door.
　　After turning around, Sang Wuyan heard Nie Xi's change of tune, and the melody of the prelude was somewhat familiar. Suddenly, her mind flashed, and it turned out to be the song yesterday, the song she was struggling to find.
　　She hurriedly turned around and asked loudly, "Sister Xi, what song is this?"
　　Nie Xi was writing intently, and the music was playing again, but she didn't hear anything for a while.
　　"Sister Xi, what is the name of the song you played?" Sang Wuyan asked again.
　　"You mean this one now?" Nie Xi said, "It's called "Libyan Shell"."
　　"It's so nice." Sang Wuyan sighed.
　　"Not bad. Although it's a new song, but I think it will sell well."
　　"It's really good, I'm fascinated by it."