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?"
Chapter completed!