Miss Story (IV)

In the days that followed, Miss Story did not have any strange encounters, nor did she have any superpowers, but remained an ordinary young girl, struggling to get around in this big city where everyone moves fast. All kinds of worries still haunt her from time to time, but she has a new way to reduce stress, which is to open the audio left by the reader every night before going to bed and listen to him tell a warm little story. Then the day's sorrow and hard work are erased, and Miss Story has the strength to face the next day's new problems. Of course, at the beginning of doing so, the story lady's heart is very bottomless, she knows that these stories Mr. Reader read to his girlfriend, and she listened to the stories one by one, as if they stole the treasure they should not touch, always a bit of a thief's heart. But the girlfriend has long since become an ex-girlfriend, and she never came to hear these stories at all. Anyway, no one is listening, and this column has been abandoned for a long time, so it's not too much to ask that I, as the original author of the story, try to hear the effect of the reading, right? The story lady deceives herself while she can't help but open the next audio. After listening to it more, it can even be a bit addictive. The person who reads the stories is not a professional announcer, and his reading skills are not perfect, but Miss Story can hear the reader's seriousness and expectation of these stories in that gentle voice. He should like these stories and is a rare good reader. After having such a thought, Miss Story could not help but imagine what kind of person the owner of this voice should be. Perhaps a fresh young man with bright eyes, a bright smile for the people around him, responsible and serious in both work and life, if we could get to know him, we might be able to become good friends ...... The storyteller, who is good at opening her mind, just imagined what she wanted, and even snickered at the back of her mind. The idea of this is even sneaking out a laugh. But then she felt lost again. The last time that reader logged into this audio column was more than a year ago, so his account must have been abandoned, and the platform account he used to follow Miss Story has long since been canceled. In other words, he has completely disappeared into this endless world, and can no longer be found. So what's the point of me thinking about this here. Miss Story sighed. I never had a chance to get to know him at all. *** Even though Miss Story and Mr. Reader were strangers to each other who said goodbye before they could meet each other, the encounters that came from those stories were real. Mr. Reader liked those little stories. Ms. Story, too, received real encouragement from Mr. Reader's reading on a day when her life was in shambles. Although the actual dates of these two events were so far apart that they did not even have a chance to become friends, Miss Story was still grateful for this. She was grateful for Mr. Reader's willingness to read those short stories so that she could get through the difficult nights by listening to the audio, and she was also grateful for her past self who tried to squeeze in stories in addition to her busy work schedule.