The girls in Class 12 were stunned for a while after hearing Dou Sheng's words.
"You have a partner?" She looked incredulous. "You hang out with a bunch of guys from morning till night. You have a partner?"
Dou Sheng sighed, "How can you say he's with a group of guys? It's a group, and I'm the only one there, thank you. He and I are hanging out together, and I have to keep an eye on him for his girlfriend."
The girl frowned and was silent for a while, as if she was trying to gauge the credibility of Dou Sheng's words. After a long while, she finally confirmed: "Is the target from our school?"
Dou Sheng did not answer again, but just looked at the man with a smile on his face. Until he was tired of the man, he left very happily.
Before she left, she turned back and said to Xie Lan in a serious tone, "I really think you are quite handsome. If you want to date someone from our school, you can find me. I am Chen Jixian from Class 12."
Xie Lan: “… Of course, thank you.”
As she walked away, confusion gradually emerged on Xie Lan's numb face.
He asked Dou Sheng in a very low voice, "What is an object?"
"… "
Dou Sheng's feet staggered, and he collapsed on his shoulder with a sudden laugh, "Why did you ask that question just now? You asked her to the point where she doubted her life."
Xie Lan was pushed to the side and staggered two steps. He asked persistently: "Is this what you meant by boyfriend and girlfriend? Why did you make up such a lie for me?"
"So what?" Dou Sheng stood up straight, his eyes curved, and he fiddled with the drooping leaves beside him. "Are you really willing to consider it? Hey, have you ever been in love?"
Xie Lan was stumped by the question and continued to walk forward slowly. A gust of wind blew by, and although it was refreshing, he vaguely felt restless again.
Dou Sheng didn't ask any more questions. He just followed him with a faint smile, his sleeves rubbing against each other from time to time, making a sound of friction between fabrics.
After a long while, Xie Lan finally spoke: "No."
During his first two years in middle school, he was so absorbed in the symphony orchestra that he had no interest in the occasional confessions. Later, when Xiao Langjing fell ill, he had to run back and forth between the hospital and school, and such things had nothing to do with him anymore.
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Isn't that a coincidence? I don't have one either."
Xie Lan paused and looked back at him in surprise, "You didn't?"
Even the most obtuse person could sense how popular Dou Sheng was in the grade. Feng Miaoxiao mentioned that after more than a month of enrollment, Xie Languang had heard girls secretly talking about Dou Sheng a few times in the cafeteria or on the road occasionally.
Dou Sheng sighed, "Did you spend a year or two in junior high school depressed because of my dad's affairs?"
"What about going to high school?" Xie Lan asked.
"High school..." Dou Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly in the wind, "Let's talk about high school. I'm in high school now, and I already have someone I like."
Xie Lan paused. Dou Sheng changed the topic again, which was quite a serious one.
He was a little speechless and sighed, "You should be more realistic. Does that celebrity know that you like her?"
"We still don't know for now. I'm 50% sure. I'll go to the front line." Dou Sheng yawned boredly, then took out something and stuffed it into Xie Lan's heart, "Let's go. Class is almost over."
Xie Lan had intended to stop him from having such a ridiculous idea of confessing his love to a celebrity, but was interrupted by the round, hard touch of her heart. She lowered her head and saw that it was the small round mirror on Dou Sheng's desk.
Dou Sheng always liked to carry some small things with him, and would give him some from time to time. He had given him sycamore leaves, chocolate beans, coins and other things before.
Xie Lan was a little speechless, he opened the mirror and took a look at himself, "How can you always bring some messy things, and always stuff them into my hands."
"I'll only give you the best stuff." Dou Sheng smiled and said, "You don't know the best stuff and you blame me."
Dou Sheng’s snail noodle video was not released until Friday night.
Xie Lan initially thought that he was just used to procrastinating, but when she got home and opened the video, she discovered that Dou Sheng had added something else.
The video clip is a documentary clip, showing a bamboo forest deep in the mountains. The background music is melodious and leisurely, and a fast and slow male voice narration says: "From Zhejiang in eastern China, all the way to the southwest for 1,500 kilometers, we are approaching the bamboo forest in Liuzhou in midsummer. Adou is from Guangxi, and his bamboo forest grows large and sweet bamboo shoots."
The scene changes to a shot of a man chopping bamboo shoots, but this part has been changed by Dou Sheng. A simple painted matchstick covers the original position of the man in the video, chopping bamboo shoots one by one. The dubbing also changes to Dou Sheng's dialect, which is similar to that of an ethical man.
"When the sixth month is about ten days, and the ninth month is about ten days, then it is time to get the most delicate and the most tender bamboo shoots."
The barrage was full of question marks, and Xie Lan was dumbfounded.
Then the picture suddenly turned black, and Xie Lan's distracted expression appeared on the dark screen, and a few lines of words slowly appeared on his face -
That year, Adou, a young man in labor camp, finished his housework late at night, dragging his disabled foot. He was eager to cook a delicious dinner for himself with the bamboo shoots he had just caught.
- I am so amused, Adou, a professional bamboo shoot grower in Guangxi
-What happened to Douzi's feet
- A Bite of China (Sequel) - Beans on the Tip of the Tongue
- The director's fist is hard
The scene changed, and a narrow and long corridor with empty spaces on both sides was filled with a blinding white light. Dou Sheng's low breathing could be heard through the earphones. He was wearing a dusty white T-shirt, with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, and he limped slowly into the light.
The door opened with a creak, and the background music suddenly became cheerful, splicing back to the night when he was cooking noodles.
- Damn, I was actually killed by the back of this stupid video
- Bean just had something
- Lame? Battle damaged
-Why are you lame? I'm worried.
- I was dying of laughter when I heard it from behind
- This corridor has a feeling
Xie Lan had no expression on his face, and even wanted to sneer.
Did you think he could see it by blurring the walls on both sides? This is the dormitory corridor, but the toilet is on the right side of the light.
It can also deceive fans.
The whole scene of cooking and eating noodles was not too fancy, but it was the first time Xie Lan saw the edited version. Dou Sheng's camera language was very powerful, and the skill and anxiety of cooking noodles at the beginning, and the silent satisfaction of the boy slurping noodles were all filmed. The lights in the house were bright, but the camera and the environment were too quiet, so quiet that every sound of the chopsticks colliding was very clear, and the feeling of the late-night canteen scene was fully stretched.
Xie Lan was watching the video he shot. He was a little depressed that night. He set up a camera and stood still for half of the time. However, he shot it in one go from beginning to end without reshooting any part to change the angle. The whole video can be summed up in two words: smooth.
-hungry
- Now the order
- I like watching boys eat
- I'm in front too
- Bean's Adam's apple kills me
- I'll die if I drink Coke alone
-Ahh, I heard the sound of carbon dioxide rising in his throat. Help!
Xie Lan watched the video, and as if unconsciously dragged the progress bar back a little, temporarily adjusting the barrage to a quarter of the screen, revealing Dou Sheng's Adam's apple.
Dou Sheng's Adam's apple was indeed very nice-looking, very prominent but not overly sharp, and full of vitality when it slid across that thin layer of skin.
After the barrage was adjusted to a quarter of the screen, several of the ones that were missed just now appeared.
-srds, is this bowl of noodles a little too little
-I feel like it’s not fully filled.
-He did leave a little bit... ! It's for em!
-Is it possible that em is not in this video? I feel a little disappointed
- I came back from behind and thought hahaha
Xie Lan had already anticipated what kind of comments would come next. His skin tingled, but he still shamelessly turned the comments back to "limited" mode.
The moment Dou Sheng put down the Coke can, the camera went dark.
Xie Lan's heart tightened and he froze.
Sure enough, the background music disappeared and the scene suddenly became strange. In the dark corridor, the camera was shaking, Dou Sheng, holding a flashlight in one arm, holding a powder in one hand and a camera in the other, sneaked into Xie Lan's room tremblingly.
The barrage of comments was so funny that people burst out laughing. The four words "Hahahahaha" triggered the conditions of a super barrage of comments. The huge word "Ha" led a group of small "Has" running across the screen.
-Fuck! It turns out this is the way to steal bamboo shoots
-Midnight snack (cross out) No meal (check mark)
-He couldn't wait to make himself a fast-food meal with the bamboo shoots he had just picked.
-Looking at Xie Lan curled up in the quilt, I don’t know what’s going to happen
- Weak, helpless and a little funny
-Xie Lan: Damn, someone is stewing shit beside my bed
-Xie Lan: We are both cats, why do you eat shit? ?
The barrage of comments scrolled across the screen until Xie Lan kicked out. The barrage of comments exploded, and all kinds of fancy Chinese characters piled up on the screen, making it impossible for anyone to recognize anyone else.
Xie Lan's smile was a little stiff. He couldn't bear to look back and hurriedly watched the last scene of Dou Sheng's happy ending that had changed for thousands of years.
-Three consecutive submissions
- Coin-operated
-Brothers, forget the triple combo
- I'm so happy when I see this after school
-Happy weekend is about to begin, I will cook noodles too!
-The happiest late-night snail noodle challenge I’ve ever seen!
- Second brush away
The data of this video is indeed increasing very quickly. The content of sand sculpture is more popular. Looking at the momentum of the first few hours, it even exceeds that of the original video.
Any like or coin would be quickly drowned in the data stream, but Xie Lan still gave Dou Sheng a three-click like. He exited and forwarded the video to his own dynamics, with simple captions.
Xie Lanem: Indifferent.
After forwarding the post, Xie Lan put down her phone and went to take a shower. When she came out, the post had been flooded with emoticons.
The frame where he kicked out was screenshotted and accompanied by various texts.
-Eat more shi! Eat more shi!
- Touch me
-Stick your mother
-Eat my big British feet
Xie Lan didn't even bother to wipe his hair, scrolling and smiling, and in a short while he had saved more than a dozen emoticons. When he refreshed the page again, he found that several of the most popular emoticons had been suppressed. The most popular ones that just appeared were all: Lanzi, go to the homepage! !
front page
Dou Sheng's video was on the front page not long after it was posted, and Xie Lan knew about it a long time ago. But he instinctively felt that everyone must be watching for this video, so he exited the dynamics and took a look.
The horizontal version of the homepage is the second official call for submissions in early summer - #Music that makes your heart beat#
Xie Lan stared at the picture for a while, then he remembered that a long time ago, the site operator had said hello, saying that he wanted to use Dou Sheng and Xie Lan's images to make a call for submissions poster. At that time, Dou Sheng said it was a regular celebrity treatment, and Xie Lan didn't pay much attention to it. After that, he never asked again, and he forgot about it.
Until then will see the poster.
The picture of Dou Sheng was a cutout from a video of a set-up. The handsome guy nodded slightly, looking at the camera in a decadent and indifferent manner. The picture of Xie Lan was a cutout from a video of an early summer concert. He was holding a violin with one hand and resting the bow on the violin with the other hand, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and smiling.
This is a animated poster, the two cutouts flicker, and when they flicker, they enlarge and "bounce" forward. When bouncing, their hair overlaps, and for a moment, his and Dou Sheng's cheeks seem to be pressed together. He holds the bow in his right hand to block Dou Sheng's left shoulder, and the two seem to be hugging each other.
The half-open door suddenly knocked twice. Dou Sheng pushed the door open and leaned against it, smiling and shaking the phone at him.
"Did you see the poster? This operation is really thoughtful and well done."
Xie Lan said "oh" with a calm expression: "The GIF is a bit messy, is this a call for submissions for music?"
"Well, you must go with this activity, right?" Dou Sheng smiled. "By the way, my mom will be home later and will ask what midnight snacks I should bring."
After watching that video, Xie Lan’s mind is now full of snail noodles.
But he paused and said stiffly: "Rice noodles or rice vermicelli, either is fine."
"Ah, then I might as well cook two packs of snail noodles myself and add pickled bamboo shoots." Dou Sheng said as he walked towards the house in his slippers and closed his door. "Don't forget to take a screenshot of the poster as a souvenir. It will be exchanged in a few days."
Xie Lan muttered: "I'm not interested."
"Okay, okay, okay." Dou Sheng's voice came from far away on the stairs, "Then I'll cut it and send it to you."
After the man left, Xie Lan picked up his phone again and clicked on the event page from the poster.
At the top of the event page, several recent popular videos in the music section are pushed. Xie Lan’s early summer concert is the main recommendation, followed by the top few concerts, and then the call for submissions is at the bottom.
The wind is calm, the clouds are light, and summer is about to end.
Share the same pair of headphones with your loved one and listen to a cheerful piece of music together.
Let the notes record your heartbeat!
The theme of this issue is: Heart-moving music. Uploaders can post their submissions with the topic, and the deadline is May 9. The top ten in terms of total popularity will receive creative traffic support in May, and the top three will also receive mysterious peripherals~
The poster still had a dynamic cutout of Xie Lan and Dou Sheng at the very end. Xie Lan looked at it calmly for a few seconds, pulled up the notification bar, and silently clicked on the screen record button.
Three seconds later, he pressed the stop button again, uploaded the short video to a certain software, adjusted the format and exported it with one click, and made it into a dynamic emoticon package.
He casually opened WeChat and sent a message to Dou Sheng.
-Renaissance: GIF is more advanced.
Dou Sheng was cooking noodles upstairs and immediately responded with an emoticon package, which showed two chubby cats squeezed together, one on the left and the other on the right, with their paws holding beer cups and bumping into each other.
-rjjsd: Cheers!