Suicide?
She had already taken the blade?
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room took a turn for the worse!
Wang Xiaomei was an experienced radio host in the station. She had seen all sorts of things, especially during a live broadcast. For example, a listener's call would start cursing, or the live broadcast equipment would suddenly malfunction. However, this was the first time Wang Xiaomei had encountered a suicide during a live broadcast!
The listeners sitting by the radio exploded. The netizens' messages were overwhelming!
"Is this for real?"
"Teacher Wang, say something! Don't let her commit suicide! "
"Quickly persuade her! She's only a 22 year old child! "
"Why can't she think things through! Miss, don't die! Can you face your parents? "
However, the girl clearly could not see the netizens' messages!
Wang Xiaomei gasped and quickly said to the female university student, "Sis! Sis! Don't commit suicide! Listen to Big Sister properly! "
The female university student said calmly, "There's no need to say anything, Teacher Wang. I've long seen through him. I can't live in a world without him. Beijing, New York. This is the furthest distance in this world. I left today because I wanted to be closer to him. I believe that we can be together forever in heaven."
Wang Xiaomei shouted, "Why are you so silly!?"
The female university student said, "I'm not silly. It's because I love him."
"Put the blade down first!" Wang Xiaomei said in a panic, "You are being irresponsible to yourself! It's also being irresponsible to your family! Your parents have raised you up, yet you want to die just like that? You are too selfish! Have you ever thought about the feelings of others? Have you ever thought about how sad your parents and friends will be after you leave? "
Faced with a life, Zhang Ye could not care less about bickering with Wang Xiaomei. He gave Wang Xiaomei a look to calm the other party down. He quickly rushed out of the live broadcast room and came to the telephone editor's room. He closed the door and shouted, "What are you waiting for!? Quickly call the police! "
The telephone editor was already panicking, "Call the police? Right! Call the police! "
Zhang Ye commanded, "Quick, quick, quick! Give the other party's phone number to the police! Find the address and quickly go and save her! If not, it'll be too late! "
The telephone editor immediately did as he was told, "Hello, 110?"
Suddenly, the outer door was pushed open. Seven or eight people rushed in!
The leader was Zhao Guozhou. He said angrily, "What's the matter? Huh? "
The phone editor pretended to be busy contacting the police and did not dare to reply to Director Zhao.
Zhao Guozhou had a bad temper. He immediately slammed the table. "How do you filter the calls? Huh? Why did he pick up all kinds of calls? What the hell are you doing! " If they had not chosen this phone number, the female university student would not have heard Wang Xiaomei's extreme evaluation. Perhaps she would not have committed suicide. Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the girl ultimately chose to commit suicide, at least it was not during the Literature Channel's live broadcast. Then, it would have nothing to do with the radio station. But now, with the phone call, the listeners could tell that the girl had clearly chosen to end her life because of Wang Xiaomei's words and their program. With this negative news, it was obvious that their radio station would be pushed to the forefront. "Talk About the World"? Number one in the Literature Channel's listenership? What a joke! Under the pressure of public opinion, the program would definitely be halted in the future! Don't even think about turning the tables!
The Arts Channel's assistant was also very anxious, "How is it?"
The phone editor put down the phone and said with a guilty conscience, "The police said that they would need at least an hour to find the address and get to her house. They asked us to delay her!"
An editor of "Talk About the World" turned pale, "An hour? How can we make it in time!? "
Zhao Guozhou roared, "We have to come even if we can't make it in time! Delay her! We absolutely cannot let her commit suicide! If not, our Literature Channel will be finished! All the programs will suffer a devastating blow! "They were media workers, so they naturally knew the pressure and power of the media and public opinion!
The back door opened again!
The radio station's Leader also rushed over, "Old Zhao!"
Zhao Guozhou went forward, "Station Head Jia! Why are you here? "
This was an old man, who was also the Beijing Radio Station's Deputy Station Head, "Why do you think I'm here? Look at the trouble your program has caused! Settle it immediately! "
Zhao Guozhou said, "We will definitely do our best!" He said to Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang! Go back and persuade her! You have to delay her for at least an hour! You don't have to worry about the programs after this! They will all be postponed! "
Zhang Ye responded and ran back to the live broadcast studio.
The sound here was isolated. There was no noise, only Wang Xiaomei's incessant persuasion.
"Sis, you are still young. I'm an experienced person. You have to listen to me." Wang Xiaomei tried her best to persuade her, "What I said just now was a little extreme. Actually, as long as you have feelings for each other, nothing is impossible. I have dealt with many cases. The man has been in a different place for many years, but when he returns, the two of them still have a good relationship. Finally, they get married and have children.
They live happily. Why can't you? "The female university student laughed," You are talking about a different place. The furthest is the South or the North. It's the furthest distance in the world. There are also passport and financial restrictions. In five years, it will be very difficult for us to meet. I know this better than anyone. Thank you, Teacher Wang. Thank you for your consolation. I have already decided. I will apologize to my parents and friends here. I'm really sorry. "
Bah!
The sound of blades rang out again!
At this moment, Deputy Station Head Jia, Zhao Guozhou and the other station's Leaders and staff all shut their mouths. The room was silent!
Wang Xiaomei shouted, "No!"
The female university student said in relief, "Goodbye."
The corners of Zhao Guozhou's mouth turned pale. It's over! She could not hold on any longer!
The other female staff from the Literature Channel also screamed and covered their ears. They could not bear to see such a scene!
Wang Xiaomei still wanted to persuade her, but she did not know what to say. The female university student in front of her was clearly a literary youth. She was very literary and also very sensitive. She was immersed in her own world and would not listen to anyone. Such a person was the most terrifying. Such a person was the most impossible to persuade! Wang Xiaomei had already given it her all, but at this moment, the Wang Xiaomei who had always been helping others solve their relationship problems, the Wang Xiaomei who had always prided herself on speaking up for women, for the first time in her life, felt so powerless and helpless!
She was only 22 years old!
She was only a university student!
She had ended her life because of a relationship?
Zhang Ye's face turned downwards. He angrily pushed away his microphone and shouted, "Miss, do you know what kind of people I hate the most in my life? It's those self-righteous literary youths like you! "
Wang Xiaomei was stunned, "What are you saying!?"
Zhao Guozhou and the telephone editor outside were also dumbfounded!
At this point in time, with her life on the line, you are still provoking her? Do you really want her to commit suicide?
"Why?" The female university student was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm not self-righteous! I know the distance between our feelings! "
Zhang Ye sneered, "This is exactly what you think is self-righteous. There is no distance between feelings. You previously said that Beijing and New York are the furthest distance in the world? What a joke! "
"Why? This isn't the furthest? "The female university student asked.
Zhang Ye pondered for a moment and said a very famous poem from his world.
"The furthest distance in the world is not being separated by the heavens and the earth, but me standing in front of you, yet you do not know that I love you."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being in front of you, yet you do not know that I love you. It's being infatuated with love, yet I cannot say that I love you."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being in front of you, yet you do not know that I love you. It's being infatuated with love, yet I cannot say that I love you."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being unable to say that I love you. It's being unable to say that I love you. It's being unable to be together despite loving each other."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being unable to be together despite loving each other. It's knowing that true love is invincible, yet pretending not to care."
"The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees. It's being unable to be together despite growing from the same root. It's being unable to be together despite knowing that true love is invincible."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being unable to be together. It's being unable to be together despite looking at each other."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being unable to be together despite looking at each other. It's being unable to find each other even when their trajectories converge."
"The furthest distance in the world is not being unable to find each other in an instant. It's being unable to be together before we meet."
The air turned quiet. The atmosphere also turned quiet.
The lifeless atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly turned gentle.
Everyone listened to Zhang Ye recite a poem that none of them had ever heard before. A few of the women were even mesmerized by the poem.
At the last part, which was also the most crucial part, Zhang Ye used a rather magnetic broadcasting host's reciting tone to slowly recite, "The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a bird and a fish. One soars in the sky, while the other … dives deep into the sea."
The furthest distance?
Bird and fish?
This was the first time anyone had heard of such an interpretation of the distance of love. Wang Xiaomei had a complicated look in her eyes. The telephone editor looked completely convinced. Zhao Guozhou and company were also deep in thought!
This poem had really shocked everyone!
It was a feeling and shock that came from the depths of one's soul. It was hard to describe with words!
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