Radio Reverberation: Radio Dj's Time Frequency

My name is Qin Fang, and I used to be the host of a city late-night radio station. After the last program in 2023, I collapsed in the live broadcast room, with the sighs of the audience still lingering in my headphones. When I opened my eyes again, the green light from the mixer stung me - the calendar showed that on that rainy night in 2012, the 17-year-old "Little Star" was crying and saying that his father had lost contact. In my previous life, I was drained of my patience by the endless live broadcasts. I took it as a prank and hung up the phone with sarcasm. Later I found out that her father was lying at the scene of the car accident, and my meanness became the last straw for the family. This time, my hand holding the microphone was shaking. "Xiaoxing, tell me the license plate number. I'll contact the traffic police now." I mobilized all my resources and found the man covered in blood at three in the morning. From that day on, I shed the label of "venomous DJ". A student who failed the postgraduate entrance examination was crying on the airwaves, and I accompanied him to count the stars outside the window; a single mother said that her child had a fever and could not afford to see a doctor, so I transferred the medical expenses anonymously; I even reminded everyone on the program that the old bridge in the west of the city was about to collapse, and the old street bookstalls would be gone if they didn't go there. I repaired the relationship with my sister, and she was no longer the little girl I ignored; I watched Xiaoxing go to college and said she wanted to be like me. In 2023, I handed the microphone to her. It turns out that rebirth is not about winning, but about letting those voices that I have let down in the past be properly caught in time.