Chapter 448: Part 2: The Little Girl Selling Bombs
Chapter 448: Part 2: The Little Girl Selling Bombs
"Okay, prepare yourself for the story you want to tell. It's a fairy tale for children.
In the studio, there is information on fairy tales, so go check it out for yourself.
Giving you one day of familiarization time is enough.
The fairy tale broadcast time starts at seven o'clock in the evening, and I don't want anything to go wrong while you are on duty."
After the director finished speaking, he waved his hand.
As expected, he is a leader, but he is aloof.
As soon as he walked out of the office, Donkey Face said: "Du Xiaoyin, come over here and familiarize yourself with the assistant's responsibilities and rules.
At that time, you will avoid being deducted money if you are not familiar with it.
The rules here are very strict.”
Isn't this an obvious separation?
Du Xiaoyin wanted to refuse, but Zhang Haidong waved his hand.
It's time to take a good rest and see what the manuscript will look like at this time.
Can fairy tales be beautiful?
Or just read it according to Andersen's fairy tales.
When I walked into the studio, there was a large pile of manuscripts on the table.
This should be the script I will perform tonight.
Picking up a book and reading it, Zhang Haidong suddenly frowned: "This is a magical thing! "The Adventures of Little Grizzly Bear".
Little Grizzly Bear is a cute little bear, it is gray all over..."
After reading a few sentences, Zhang Haidong threw it aside.
Is this also called writing?
Not even as good as a primary school student!
No wonder Zheng Yuanjie has dominated the fairy tale industry for decades as soon as he wrote fairy tales.
There is no opponent at all!
Even if you have the writing style of Pleasant Goat!
After complaining for a while, Zhang Haidong picked up the second manuscript.
""Six Cute Little Pigs" has six cute little pigs, growing up in a small farmyard. The first one is called Xiaobai, the second one is called Xiaohei..."
"I'm sorry!"
Vomited directly!
Zhang Haidong finally understood why at a certain moment, the literary world became unpopular.
It's very simple, they are a bunch of rubbish!
They think that children are fools and have no IQ at all, so they write these things to fool those children.
This is also why cartoons such as Brothers and Digimon became so popular in an era.
Too bad!
It is simply unrealistic to expect these things to increase listening rates.
Since Du Xiaoyin is also here, I will start reading my manuscript tonight.
Give those children a broadcast that goes deep into their souls.
I'm still a little tired, so I'll lie down here and sleep for a while before talking.
Zhang Haidong cleared the table, lay down on the table, and immediately fell asleep.
…
"Dongdong! Dongdong!"
After a long time, Zhang Haidong was shaken awake by someone. When he looked up, he saw that it was Du Xiaoyin.
"what time is it?"
he asked with red eyes.
"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon.
I thought you had lunch.
It turns out you are all asleep here.
Now, this is the lunch I prepared for you. Eat it quickly.
You have to read the manuscript. If the show doesn't go well tonight, you'll definitely be in trouble later.
What can we say? We were asked to get in, not by ourselves."
Du Xiaoyin sat down and said.
After rubbing his red eyes, Zhang Haidong saw that it was a small portion of fried pork.
Du Xiaoyin, this girl is really thoughtful.
"Don't worry, I've already prepared it.
I felt a little sleepy, so I squinted for a while.”
Zhang Haidong stretched his limbs and began to eat.
It's quite fragrant.
After a full meal, Zhang Haidong lay down lazily again and began to rest.
I’ve been really tired from catching up on manuscripts these past few days, and I’m almost out of energy.
Du Xiaoyin could only cover him with a piece of clothing and rest here with him.
“You’re even talking about preparing a manuscript!
Just sleep here for a day. In this state, tomorrow morning, I will clean the toilet honestly!"
Donkey Face walked in and said.
At this time, it was already half past five in the afternoon.
After having dinner, it’s time to prepare for the broadcast.
"Quack!"
Zhang Haidong said coldly.
"You have the guts! I'll watch you clean the toilet tomorrow!"
Donkey Face walked out angrily.
"this……"
Du Xiaoyin looked worried.
"Don't worry, just eat in peace, I'll be up in a minute.
Believe me."
Zhang Haidong patted Du Xiaoyin on the shoulder.
He may not necessarily have advantages in other areas, but when it comes to areas such as hot spots and literature, isn’t that considered a sham?
After eating happily, Zhang Haidong walked to the microphone without even reading the broadcast script.
"Humph! There are no people in the fairy tale broadcasting section, and Jia Jing is about to leave.
If this kid goes in, isn't that the top of the tank?"
Duan Liangyi, a veteran employee, said.
"This kid has been sleeping all day. Is it really okay to go in?"
Han Yuanjiao also came over.
"If his listening rate is not high tomorrow, let's see how I deal with him!"
The donkey walked out with a dark face.
Du Xiaoyin stood outside the studio door with a worried look on his face.
…
"Dear children, good evening.
I am your new anchor, Dongdong.
I hope that I can accompany you every night in the future.
Give you the best dream."
Zhang Haidong's soft voice came from the microphone.
In this era, there are already many televisions that broadcast children's programs. They are just a tool for entertainment. Listening to the sound allows children to fall asleep safely.
There is a new male anchor today!
The voice is very soft!
Suddenly, many parents and children in front of the radio station pricked up their ears.
"Okay, then, let me first sing a children's song for everyone. The name of the song is "Two Tigers".
Two tigers, two tigers, falling in love, falling in love.
Both are male, both are male, so perverted, so perverted!"
puff!
Parents who accompanied their children to listen to the song suddenly squirted water from their mouths!
Damn it!
Such a nice tune, when you sing it, this is the word!
Is there any justice?
At this time, Two Tigers was not popular yet, but this tune immediately attracted people's attention!
Isn't this the tune of the national anthem during the Republic of China?
Why does this word look weird?
The parents looked weird, but the children in front of the radio kept giggling and couldn't stop laughing.
The parents had no choice but to listen with their children in embarrassment.
After singing the children's song, Zhang Haidong asked softly: "Children, does it sound good?
If you want to hear nice words, stay in front of the radio.
Next, I will tell you the story of a little girl who sold bombs.
This is a beautiful foreign fairy tale."
"Cough cough cough!"
Zhang Haidong cleared his throat and began to speak emotionally.
“It’s extremely cold, it’s snowing, and it’s getting dark again.
This is the last day of the year─Christmas.
In this cold and dark night, a little girl without a hat, gloves or shoes was walking slowly on the street.
She was wearing a pair of slippers when she came out of the house, but what's the use?
They were a pair of very big slippers - so big, they were always worn by her mother.
When she was crossing the road, two carriages rushed past so fast that she was so frightened that she ran away from her shoes.
One was nowhere to be found, and the other was picked up by a boy and ran away.
He said that if he has a child in the future, he can use it as a cradle."
Listen to Zhang Haidong's emotional narration.
There was a slight sadness in the voice.
This fairy tale is great!
The parents in front of the radio were shocked when they heard it.
Although the children's song just now was particularly devastating to our outlook on life, this story is fresh and refined.
It’s much more interesting than those six little pigs going back and forth before!
The children also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
Fairy tales depict scenes that they all hope to encounter.
The tragic life experience of the little girl made the young mind feel extremely sympathetic.
The adults and children in front of the radio were all paying attention when they heard this novel story.
Tonight, no one turned off the radio.
This new broadcaster knows how to arouse emotions very well.
He is a very good storyteller.
"The little girl had to walk barefoot, and her little feet were red and blue from the cold.
She had many matches in her old apron and a handful in her hand.
Throughout the whole day, no one bought her a match, and no one gave her a penny.
Poor little girl! She was cold and hungry, shivering as she walked forward.
Snowflakes fell on her long golden hair, which was curled and draped over her shoulders. She looked very beautiful, but she didn't pay attention to it.
Lights shine from every window, and the smell of roast goose floats in the streets, because it's Christmas Eve!
She can't forget this.
She sat down in the corner of a house and huddled up with her legs.
She felt colder.
She didn't dare to go home because she didn't sell a match and didn't make any money, and her father would definitely beat her.
Besides, it's just as cold at home as it is on the street.
There is only a roof above them, and although the biggest cracks have been blocked with mud and rags, the wind can still get in."
Zhang Haidong lowered his voice.
The low voice and slow rhythm made everyone in front of the radio immersed in the sad fairy tale.
In this era when fairy tales were not yet popular, such classic international fairy tales are very easy to arouse emotions.
"What a poor little girl!"
"Dad, would you like to bring her back to our home?"
The child also asked with tears streaming down his face.
"good."
The parents agreed softly.
At this moment, everyone, adults and children, are feeling sorry for this poor little girl!
And Zhang Haidong’s story has also come to an end.
"The little girl cowered in the corner, and ignited a bomb in a stiff movement amidst the endless snowflakes.
Maybe it would be warmer that way.
Her grandmother showed a kind smile in the sky..."
"boom!"
"After a loud noise, countless people saw their grandmother that night..."
puff!
Damn it!
The parents in front of the radio squirted out water!
As I said before, I burst into tears, but the ending turned out to be like this!
Is this how fairy tales are written?
Flowers that destroy the future!
The children grabbed their parents' sleeves and asked, "Dad, dad, did the little girl let everyone see her grandmother?"