Wooden shell radio.

"Don't worry, Mom," Jiamin said, "I have grown up."

海天走过来 , 指着那张贺卡说 : `` 不用说 , 你是个很聪明细心的女孩 , 一次考试失败算不了什么。''

My name is Jiamin. Jiamin called Haitian and said, "I am downstairs at your company, but the security guard won't let me in."

Of course. Hai Tian said, "The most unforgettable experience was the first time I hosted a program. I made three mistakes, pronounced two words incorrectly, stuttered countless times, and after it was over, I almost jumped off this building! All hardships will pass, little girl, remember this and you won't go wrong."

"No matter what school," Jiamin replied, "I just want to study Chinese literature. " Because she clearly remembered that Haitian had said on the show that he admired girls who studied Chinese literature, as they had rich and colorful inner worlds.

"Will you read 'Every Day in My Life'?" Hai Tian asked with a smile.

Afterwards, Haitian accompanied Jiamin home. They bid farewell at the brightly lit intersection. Jiamin thanked Haitian, and Haitian smiled and said, "If you don't get into a good university, don't come see me."

Before long, Haitian came down. Against the light, Jiamin couldn't see his face clearly, but her heart was pounding hard. With her head down, Jiamin said, "I skipped class tonight. Can I be the director of your program?"

During dinner, my mother casually said, "I tidied up your room. I put away the magazines and radio on the bedside table. You'll like them. I'll give them to you after the exam."

Did you get too absorbed in studying recently?" Xinru looked at her discontentedly and said, "Just a moment ago, you were so happy, why did you suddenly change your tune?"

That simulation test was a complete failure for Jiamin. Even Xinyin, who has always had average grades, scored over forty points higher than her. Xinyin asked her, "What happened to you?" Jiamin shook her head. She really didn't know what happened to herself. She made mistakes even on such simple questions.

She is going to attend a listener gathering held by the radio station. The light blue admission ticket is lying quietly on the dressing table. Jiamin is happily looking at it while combing her hair into two braids, as Hai Tian once said on the radio that he likes girls with simple double braids, walking through the bustling city background, pure and natural.

"Where?" Hai Tian smiled and said, "The girl with double braids, right? Wait for me, I'll come down to pick you up."

Xīn rú jiān shēng de jiào qǐlái, pīn mìng de bǎ jiā mǐn wǎng tái shàng tuī. Zài zhòng rén de mù guāng zhōng, jiā mǐn hún hún è è de cháo tái shàng zǒu qù. Zhēn méi xiǎng dào zì jǐ suí yì jì de yī zhāng kǎ, kěng néng dé dào hǎi tiān rú cǐ de zhòng shì.

While waiting for her mother to come out, Jiamin couldn't help but take out her radio. She turned it on and it happened to be a program by Haitian. A girl was asking him, "Haitian, would you fall in love with a girl and marry her?"

What time is it, and you're still listening to the radio," Dad said in a deep voice, "We've always given you freedom, but you can't be too indulgent."

Jiamin's heart is filled with joy because of Haitian. Haitian is a well-known host in this city. The program he hosts has a very catchy name - "Urban Love". Jiamin listens to it almost every day. She loves Haitian's voice very much, which magnetically travels through the night sky, expressing some emotions that Jiamin wants to say but cannot. Finally, she is going to meet him. How can Jiamin not be happy?

This day is extremely important for the girl Jiamin.

Xin stared at her and asked, "Jia Min, what's wrong?"

That night's director, Jiamin did a good job. The calls that could be answered, the calls that couldn't be answered, were clearly distinguished. Haitian stood behind a large glass and gave her a thumbs up. Listening to Haitian's program in the control room was a feeling she had never experienced before. The people who used to worship her from afar suddenly became familiar friends. Jiamin didn't know how many people were as lucky as her. Occasionally, she would think of the empty seats in the classroom and the worried looks of her parents. "Just this once," Jiamin said to herself, "just indulge this once." Listening to Haitian's program in the control room was a feeling she had never experienced before. The people who used to worship her from afar suddenly became familiar friends. Jiamin didn't know how many people were as lucky as her. Occasionally, she would think of the empty seats in the classroom and the worried looks of her parents. "Just this once," Jiamin said to herself, "just indulge this once."

Until that mock exam.

Jiamin said, "I'm not in a good mood. I failed my exam."

"You say that I took it!" Mother slammed the chopsticks heavily and said, "I don't know what you're thinking all day!"

When he got upstairs, Haitian quickly called the director and told him that he could take the night off. His office was on the twelfth floor, a semi-transparent studio with four large characters on the glass: Urban Love. It was surrounded by greeting cards and small gifts from his listeners. Jiamin easily spotted the one she had given, hanging in a prominent position.

Friend Xinru was shouting downstairs, and Jiamin responded while carrying her bag and rushing down the stairs. Xinru patted her and said with a smile, "Be careful." Xinru didn't like Haitian. In fact, she didn't even listen to the radio. She liked A-mei and enjoyed watching her wild side on MTV. Jiamin always said incomprehensibly, "What's so good about A-mei? She's like a crazy woman." Xinru replied, "What's Haitian? She's just a second-rate singer!" Despite criticizing each other's idols, it didn't affect their friendship. In fact, Xinru still accompanied Jiamin to see Haitian.

In the blink of an eye, summer vacation has passed, and Jiamin welcomes the busy senior year of high school.

Jiamin smiled.

Hard work never betrays the one who has a strong will. Jiamin has been admitted to a prestigious university in the north, majoring in Chinese language.

The days slipped by amidst the heavy academic workload and faint anticipation.

Looking at all of this through the transparent glass window, Jiamin felt something in her heart slowly shattering with a bang, turning into a bright puddle of water that could no longer be salvaged.

And what about you? Have you ever experienced failure?" Jiamin asked.

Upon arriving at the destination, they realized that there were many people who had come. Jiamin and Xinru managed to find a corner to sit in. Xinru pointed to a group of chattering middle school girls and said to Jiamin, "Look at you, how you've fallen to be like them." Jiamin didn't argue back because she knew that her preferences were always different from others.

The night before leaving for school, while packing Jiamin's luggage, Mom tearfully said, "She's so young and going out alone. How can I feel at ease?"

Jiamin urgently said: "I don't want the magazine, give me back the radio."

"No need," Jiamin said as she threw them all into the drawer. "I used to like them, but now I don't care for them anymore."

"Is that so?" Hai Tian raised his eyebrows and said, "Then tell me why, why do you want to be the director for tonight's broadcast?"

On the day when she received the admission notice, Jiamin went all over the streets and alleys to buy a greeting card for Xinyin. She was determined to find the most special one and hand it over to Haitian along with a copy of the notice. Under the scorching summer sun, Xinyin complained of thirst and dragged Jiamin into McDonald's for ice cream. Jiamin looked satisfied after selecting the card, thinking about what to say when she meets Haitian: "I got accepted"; "Thank you"; "I want to be a director again"; actually, none of these are important. Jiamin thought the most important thing was to ask him a question. Jiamin looked satisfied after selecting the card, thinking about what to say when she meets Haitian: "I got accepted"; "Thank you"; "I want to be a director again"; actually, none of these are important. Jiamin thought the most important thing was to ask him a question.

Jiamin thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed the hotline of the radio station. She thought she should say goodbye to Haitian. Haitian did nothing wrong, it was her own fault. Perhaps in Haitian's heart, she was just a listener in need of help from the beginning to the end. And he had so many listeners.

Jiamin hesitated for a moment and said, "Are all your listeners so forgetful?"

Jiamin? Hai Tian seems a bit confused.

The atmosphere of the whole fellowship was warm. The hosts took turns to speak, sang with the audience who liked them, and played games. When it was Haitian's turn, he sincerely expressed his gratitude to everyone, thanking them for their long-term support and help for his program. Haitian took out a greeting card and said, "This is the most cherished gift I have received. As you can see, on this small card, a total of 99 stars are drawn with different colored pens, and there is only one line of words: 'Eternally together under the starry sky.' I really hope that this is not just my wish, but also the wish of every listener present!" He said, "This is the most cherished gift I have received. As you can see, on this small card, a total of 99 stars are drawn with different colored pens, and there is only one line of words: 'Eternally together under the starry sky.' I really hope that this is not just my wish, but also the wish of every listener present! The listener who sent this card is named Jiamin. I really want to know if she is here today. If she is, I would like to invite her to come on stage and sing a song with me."

Can you be a director? Hai Tian looked at her with great interest.

Okay," Hai Tian thought for a moment and said, "I promise you."

That night, Jiamin lay in bed listening to Haitian's program on a small wooden radio. The radio's reception was not very good, but Jiamin didn't mind. Haitian took a long time to talk about the daytime gathering, of course, also mentioning Jiamin, Jiamin's card, and Jiamin's song. Jiamin lay quietly there, watching the summer night breeze gently lift the window curtains, the stars hanging motionless in the sky, and tears slowly welling up in her eyes.

Of course. Hai Tian replied, "I am also an ordinary person. I have my own love story. My girlfriend is very lovely, and I love her very much. I am preparing to marry her."

Fortunately, Jiamin has a good singing voice. Her collaboration with Haitian won a round of applause. After singing, Haitian also gave her a souvenir, which was a small wooden radio with a dark yellow wooden texture that looked very classical and is hard to find in the market. Jiamin treasured it like a precious gem.

Are you Jiamin? Hai Tian asked as he reached out his hand to her.

Mother handed her a package and said, "Do you want to take your treasure with you?"

Jiamin nodded nervously. This was Jiamin's first time shaking hands with a boy. She felt that Haitian's hand was very big, and it warmly enveloped her face, causing a blush to rise.

After finishing speaking, Haitian waved goodbye to Jiamin, then turned around and walked away with big steps.

In the days to come, Jiamin studied very hard, so hard that she had no time to think about the sea and sky. When the New Year arrived, Jiamin sent a greeting card to Haitian with only three simple words: Happy New Year! To her surprise, on the same day she sent the card, she received a card from Haitian with the same three simple words: Happy New Year! Along with Haitian's card came a flurry of snow. Jiamin held it in her hands, standing on the snowy campus playground, her eyes turning red with emotion at this unspoken understanding. What were the tiredness and hardship compared to this? Jiamin thought, everything was worth it. She looked forward to the college entrance examination, hoping to grow up quickly and no longer be a young and inexperienced girl.

That night, Jiamin skipped the evening self-study session and went to the Radio and Television Building. Like a willful child, she was determined to see Haitian.

What's wrong? Jiamin picked up the greeting card on the table and said, "Here, I suddenly don't like it anymore."

That night's closing remarks, Jiamin didn't expect Haitian to speak like this. Haitian said, "Tonight, our director is a high school girl in her third year. She skipped evening self-study to come here, and I agreed to her request because I have also been through the third year of high school. I understand the pressure of the third year and hope that doing this can help relieve some of her stress. However, I want to apologize to her parents and teachers here, and I also hope that the girl can forget about her past failures and start anew from tonight. I wish her success in getting into her ideal university. Goodnight to everyone!"

Jiamin nodded and asked with courage, "Haitian, what should a girl who is still studying do if she falls in love with a man who is already working?"

Haitian looked at Jiamin tolerantly. After a while, he asked, "Which school do you want to apply to?"

Jiamin looked up, intending to say something, but suddenly realized that she was very close to the sea and could see the pores on his face clearly. She was so scared that she closed her eyes with a loud noise.

The hosts began to enter the stage. Jiamin saw a thin boy sitting in Hai Tian's seat, and her heart skipped a beat. Xinyin leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Shorter, thinner, darker." As she spoke, she chuckled softly. But Jiamin thought it was fine, not much different from what she had imagined. Jiamin didn't like tall or fat boys, thinking they were somewhat foolish. Boys should be like Hai Tian, appearance and height come second, with a touch of artistic temperament, that's what captures people's hearts. But Jiamin thought it was fine, not much different from what she had imagined. Jiamin didn't like tall or fat boys, thinking they were somewhat foolish. Boys should be like Hai Tian, appearance and height come second, with a touch of artistic temperament, that's what captures people's hearts.

At this moment, Jiamin suddenly saw Haitian across the street from a famous wedding photography studio. Haitian was walking with a girl, on such a hot day, the girl was charmingly smiling, and their hands were tightly held together. Jiamin doubted if she had seen it wrong, blinked her eyes, and it was really Haitian. They got on a motorcycle and drove away, the girl's long hair proudly flying in the wind, like the heroine in a commercial.

Haitian reached out and pulled Jiamin's pigtail, saying, "When you get into the Chinese department, I'll answer your question, okay?"

Yes. Jiamin said.

Is studying so hard just for this answer, isn't it?

When I was in primary school, I was the vice president of the Red Scarf Radio Station.

Not so," Jiamin's eyes welled up with tears in a hurry, and she lied, "That is a birthday gift Xinru gave me. If she doesn't see it, she will say I don't cherish it."

Jiamin opened it and found that it was the small wooden radio and several magazines that she used to love.

The school has started to require evening self-study sessions. Every evening, we are bombarded with numerous exercises that make our legs and stomachs tremble on the way home. Occasionally, during a more relaxed self-study session, the homeroom teacher would walk around the classroom, checking who has earphones plugged in their ears. As a result, Jiamin has distanced herself from the program she used to watch with Haitian. However, for some reason, whenever she talks to other boys or sees a thin boy walking from the opposite side, Jiamin suddenly thinks of Haitian, recalling his voice and the warm feeling of his hand holding hers. "You're so shameless!" Jiamin scolds herself in her heart. Nevertheless, Jiamin is not panicking. This should be what they call a secret crush, quietly buried in her heart, which is not a bad thing.

Perhaps what Xinru said is correct.

After hanging up the phone, Jiamin finally understood: during youth, one really shouldn't speak lightly of love. Putting all your effort into loving and forgetting, it turns out, are both such simple matters.

The tears of happiness turned out to have such a unique taste, Jiamin thought contentedly.

The hotline of the radio station is very busy, Jiamin has been unable to get through. After some thought, she decided to forget it. Tomorrow she will be going to a brand new metropolis. Xinyu said that the radio programs there are very well done. You, as a radio fan, are in luck. You will find that there are plenty of hosts better than Haitian.