Wooden shell radio.

Jiamin? Haitian seems a bit confused.

Yes. Jiamin said.

"I'm not in a good mood," Jiamin said, "I messed up the exam."

Jiamin smiled.

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

After a while, the rain started pouring down from the sky. Against the light, Jiamin couldn't see his face clearly, but her heart was pounding. With her head down, Jiamin said, "I skipped class tonight. Can I be the director of your show?"

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.

"No matter what school," Jiamin replied, "I just want to study Chinese literature. Because she clearly remembers that Haitian said on the show that he admires girls who study Chinese literature because they have rich and colorful inner worlds."

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

The atmosphere of the entire gathering was warm and lively. The hosts took turns speaking and singing with the audience who liked them, and played games. When it was Hai Tian's turn, he sincerely expressed his gratitude to everyone for their long-term support and help for his program. Hai Tian took out a greeting card and said, "This is the most precious gift I have received. As you can see, on this small card, 99 stars are drawn with different colored pens, and there is only one line of words: 'Together under the starry sky forever.' I really hope that this is not just my wish, but also the wish of every listener present here today!" He continued, "The listener who gave me this card is named Jia Min. 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."

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, mentioning Jiamin, Jiamin's card, and Jiamin's song. Jiamin lay quietly there, watching the summer night breeze gently lift the window curtains, and the stars hung motionless in the sky. Tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

Looking at all of this through the transparent glass window, Jiamin felt something in her heart slowly shatter with a bang, turning into a bright and shiny puddle of water that could never be cleaned up again.

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?"

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.

Do you know how to direct a broadcast?Hai Tian looked at her with interest.

Hang up the phone, Jiamin finally understands: during youth, one really cannot speak lightly of love, putting in all one's effort, falling in love and forgetting, it turns out it's all such a simple matter.

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

With a joyful expression, she stared at her and asked, "Jiamin, what's wrong?"

Jiamin thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed the hotline of the radio station. She thought it would be better to 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. And he, he had so many listeners.

The radio hotline is very busy, Jiamin has been unable to get through. After thinking about it, she gave up. Tomorrow she is going to a brand new metropolis. Xinru said that the radio programs there are well done. You, as a radio fan, are lucky. You will find that there are more good hosts than Haitian.

As soon as Hai Tian went upstairs, he quickly called the director to inform him that they could take the night off. His office is on the twelfth floor, a semi-transparent studio with four large characters on the glass: Urban Love. The walls are covered with greeting cards and small gifts from listeners. Jia Min easily spotted the one she had sent, hanging in a prominent position.

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

Friend Xinyu shouted loudly downstairs to call her, while Jiamin responded and quickly went downstairs with her backpack to go to the library. Xinyu smiled and patted her, saying, "Take it easy." Xinyu didn't like Haitian, in fact, she didn't even listen to the radio. She liked A-mei Zhang and enjoyed watching her wild side on MTV. Jiamin always said incomprehensibly, "What's so good about A-mei Zhang? She's like a crazy woman." Xinyu replied, "What's Haitian? Just a second-rate singer!" Although they criticized each other's idols, it didn't affect their friendship. Xinyu even accompanied Jiamin to see Haitian.

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

Until that mock exam.

Ending of that night, 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 pressure of the third year of high school. I hope that doing this can help her relieve some stress. However, here, I want to apologize to her parents and teachers, and I also hope that the girl can forget her past failures and start anew from tonight. I wish her success in getting into her ideal university. Good night to everyone!"

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."

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

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

This day is extremely important for the girl Jiamin.

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

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

No, "Jiamin would burst into tears when she gets anxious and lied, "That's a birthday gift from Xiru. If she doesn't see it when she comes, she'll think I don't cherish it."

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

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

Hard work pays off. Jia Min has been admitted to a prestigious university in the north, majoring in Chinese language and literature.

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

Jiamin's heart is full of joy because of Haitian. Haitian is a famous host in this city. The program he hosts has a very pleasant name - "Urban Love". Jiamin listens to it almost every day. She loves Haitian's voice very much, which magnetically passes through the night sky and expresses some feelings that Jiamin wants to say but cannot. Finally, she is about to meet him. How can Jiamin not be happy.

Xin screamed sharply and pushed Jia Min onto the stage desperately. In the gaze of everyone, Jia Min walked towards the stage in a daze. I never expected that a card I casually sent could receive such attention from Hai Tian.

Of course. Hai Tian said, "The most unforgettable experience was the first time I hosted a show. I made three mistakes in my speech, pronounced two words incorrectly, and stuttered countless times. After it was over, I almost jumped off this building! All hardships will pass, young girl, remember this, it's definitely true."

"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."

The hosts began to enter the venue. Jiamin saw a thin boy sitting in the seat belonging to Haitian, and her heart skipped a beat. Xiru leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Short, thin, and dark." She giggled as she spoke. But Jiamin thought it was quite good, 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 Haitian, with appearance and height being secondary, and a bit of an artist's temperament, which is attractive. But Jiamin thought it was quite good, 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 Haitian, with appearance and height being secondary, and a bit of an artist's temperament, which is attractive.

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

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

She will attend a listener gathering organized by the radio station. The light blue admission ticket lies quietly on the dressing table as Jiamin combs her hair, joyfully gazing at it. "I should still tie my hair into twin braids," Jiamin thinks. Hai Tian once mentioned on the air that he likes girls with simple twin braids, walking through the bustling city background, pure and natural.

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。''

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

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

Perhaps what Xinru said is correct.

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

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."

Jiamin nodded nervously. This was the first time she had shaken hands with a boy. She felt that Haitian's hand was very big and it warmly enveloped hers, causing a flush to rise to her face.

At that moment, Jiamin suddenly saw Haitian across the street from a famous wedding photography studio, walking out with a girl. On such a hot day, the girl smiled charmingly, and the two held hands tightly. Jiamin doubted her own eyes, blinked, and it was really Haitian. They got on a motorcycle and sped away, the girl's long hair proudly flying in the wind, like the leading lady in a movie.

On the day she received the admission notice, Jiamin rushed 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 summer sunshine, Xinyin, feeling thirsty, dragged Jiamin into McDonald's to have ice cream. Jiamin looked satisfied after selecting the card, thinking about the scene when she would meet Haitian. What should she say? "I got accepted," "Thank you," "I want to be a broadcaster again"? Actually, none of these mattered to Jiamin. What mattered the most was to ask him one question. Jiamin looked satisfied after selecting the card, thinking about the scene when she would meet Haitian. What should she say? "I got accepted," "Thank you," "I want to be a broadcaster again"? Actually, none of these mattered to Jiamin. What mattered the most was to ask him one question.

Are you Jiamin?" Hai Tian asked, reaching out to her.

Jiamin looked up, wanting to say something, but suddenly found herself very close to the seashore, close enough to see the pores on his face clearly, and was so scared that she closed her eyes with a bang.

In the days to come, Jiamin studied very hard, so hard that she had no time to think about Haitian. When the New Year arrived, Jiamin sent a greeting card to Haitian with just three simple words on it: Happy New Year! To her surprise, on the same day she sent out the card, she also received a card from Haitian with the same three simple words: Happy New Year! Accompanying Haitian's card was a sky full of flying snowflakes. Jiamin held it in her hands, standing on the snowy campus playground, and her eyes turned red with this tacit understanding. What is this kind of exhaustion and hardship, Jiamin thought, everything is worth it. She looked forward to the college entrance examination coming soon, looking forward to growing up quickly, no longer a young and inexperienced girl.

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."

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.

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

While waiting for her mother to go out, Jiamin couldn't help but take out the 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?"

During dinner, my mother casually said, "I tidied up your room. I put away the magazines and radio on your bedside table. If you want them, I'll give them back to you after you finish your exams."

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

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

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

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

The night before leaving home to study, while packing Jiamin's luggage, Mom tearfully said, "She's so young and going out alone, how can I feel at ease?"

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

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.

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.