The holiday is over and summer is here. The temperature has been rising for several days, and the sycamore trees are budding, with a light purple color decorating the entire campus.
The basketball game that had been prepared for a long time finally kicked off. The school required that the game be completed within a week. Every dinner time, the small playground and the gymnasium were crowded with people, and the physical education teacher ran around between the various venues, busy as a whirlwind.
A board with the game schedule and results written on it stood under the sycamore tree, the paper pages fluttering gently in the wind. During every break between classes, the tree was always crowded with people. When it rained at night, all the students came out of their dormitories and put the board under the eaves of the cafeteria.
Whenever Xie Lan walked down any road in the school, he would hear people talking about basketball games or some outstanding players. He was in charge of filming the basketball games of Class 4. He carried a heavy SLR camera with a tripod in the hallway every day, and Hu Xiujie could only turn a blind eye.
Photographing a football match is a relaxing and enjoyable job, but he felt a little annoyed.
—Why are there so many people shouting Dou Sheng around the playground? Not only does it torture his ears, it also distracts him from the camera.
In the camera, Dou Sheng was wearing a pure white jersey, running and jumping lazily on the playground. In the last game against Class 12, he accidentally fell and almost hit his forehead on the base of the basketball stand. In this game, he wore a black forehead protector, which made his fluffy hair more vibrant in the sun. A gust of wind blew his hair back. Dou Sheng jumped up for a layup, and the basketball drew an arc in the air and fell into the net, stirring up an orange vortex.
"Dou Sheng!! Dou Sheng!!"
"MVP!!"
"I love you!!!"
"Chen Jixian from Class 12 likes you!!"
Xie Lan paused as he rotated the camera. The camera that was originally filming Yu Fei retreating to defend suddenly moved to the crowd of Class 12 and focused on a girl.
He stared expressionlessly at the somewhat familiar face of the girl in the camera.
It was unbelievable that this person had left him a message a month ago: "If you want to date someone from our school, you can find me, Chen Jixian from Class 12."
The speed of this target switching shocked Xie Lan for the entire year.
During the half-time break, music began to play on the campus radio. It was the adapted version of "On the Top of the Red Flame" that had recently swept all major platforms. This song had dominated the evening radio for several days. Dou Sheng would hum a few times before going on stage every day. If he heard it in the middle of the game, he would whistle along while running.
After the players left the court, some of the audience rushed to the store, leaving a large open space in the court. Liu Yixuan led the girls from Class 4 to line up. They wore simple lavender Hanfu costumes and stood under the sycamore tree, calling the players from Class 4 to take a group photo.
Xie Lan casually picked up the tripod and moved to the other side of the venue to find the angle. He took out a pen from his pocket, drew a few lines on the screen, and moved the camera a little closer.
Che Ziming beside him said, "Nice pen."
Xie Lan looked at the camera intently and replied softly, "A business."
"What business?" Che Ziming was stunned. "Is this pen advertising for you?"
"Um."
The main selling point of the M brand fountain pen is the entry-level handmade nib. It also looks good and is priced at over two hundred yuan.
There have been a lot of business collaborations recently, but Xie Lan wanted to focus on learning for a while. He had a lot of video projects of his own lined up, so he didn't want to take on big commercials for the time being. But this company only required a short video of about 60 seconds, and the price was right, so he took it.
Mainly I want to save some money.
It's mid-May now, and Dou Sheng's birthday is in early August, so we need to start preparing.
Che Ziming came closer curiously, "What are the general steps for you to accept advertisements?"
Xie Lan said: "Xiao and Dou Sheng have been trying out the fountain pen these days. They just signed the contract today and will produce the video script next."
The sunlight was very bright, and he felt dizzy after looking at the camera for a long time, especially when there was someone in the camera that he couldn't take his eyes off.
After Xie Lan adjusted the angle, he stood up straight, enjoying the breeze and relaxing for a while.
A lot of football match materials have been accumulated in the past few days, and he has already figured out the general structure of the video.
The problem was that this time the basketball game had to be used to make a group portrait video of four classes. There was no absolute protagonist, but someone's face kept flashing in his mind, which made people a little irritated in such a hot day.
The PE teacher blew the whistle, "There are two minutes left in the second half of the game! Players, get ready!"
Upon hearing this, the students who were standing at the entrance of the canteen to enjoy the cool air returned to the sidelines one after another. Dou Sheng and the others had a brief chat about tactics, and then went to the sidelines to wipe their sweat and drink water.
Dou Sheng looked back and locked his sights on Xie Lan, walking towards him across the playground and the crowd.
Che Ziming handed over a bottle of water and said, "Here."
"I don't want yours." Dou Sheng yawned, "Xie Lan brought water."
"Go away, are you sick?" Che Ziming glared, "You two bought the same bottles of water, they are exactly the same, the lids are not opened, what's the difference?"
Dou Sheng leaned closer to the camera and nonchalantly looked forward to watch the playback, and said with a smile: "The difference is that Xie Lan brought it all, so there is no need to drink other people's."
Che Ziming's face was numb, "If someone didn't know, they would think you two were in love."
Xie Lan's expression suddenly dropped when he heard that. He picked up the water on the ground and poured it into Dou Sheng's arms.
The small playground was crowded, and the voices of girls from other classes discussing Dou Sheng kept lingering in Xie Lan's ears.
Relying on their numbers, some people were so arrogant that they almost put a loudspeaker into Dou Sheng's ear. However, Dou Sheng seemed to hear nothing. He stood in front of Xie Lan, tilted his head back, drank half a bottle of water, and then stuffed it back into his mouth.
"You have to take a more handsome picture." Dou Sheng held up the camera through the back of Xie Lan's hand.
Xie Lan's eyes moved and he quickly looked away.
"Um."
When the weather is hot, people can't stand the teasing.
Although Hu Xiujie kept saying "calm down and you will feel cooler", Xie Lan felt that it would be difficult for him to remain calm.
Che Ziming sighed: "Herring is in a bit of a slump. After returning from the Three Gorges, he was dressed in Chinese costume and he was completely ruined."
Upon hearing this, Xie Lan glanced towards the field. Yu Fei had already drunk some water and returned to the field. He looked dejected and it seemed that he had tried very hard to stand without falling down.
Dou Sheng sighed, "Rejected?"
"No, didn't you say you would consider it after the college entrance examination?" Che Ming sighed, "Young Master Herring might want to use his weakness to quickly get through this year and a half, and he wishes he could travel directly to after the college entrance examination."
The referee blew the whistle and Dou Sheng ran back to the court.
The camera's memory card was almost full, so Xie Lan flipped through the previous materials and decided to take a break.
He looked at Yu Fei, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Has Liu Yixuan already taken off his clothes and killed him?"
Che Ziming nodded, "Yes."
Then Yu Fei now has two pieces of Hanfu that are homeless.
Xie Lan suddenly felt a heart attack and thought of a uniform hanging in Dou Sheng's cabinet.
Dou Sheng’s wardrobe can no longer hold any more, absolutely not.
"Please help him sell the Hanfu." Xie Lan said.
Che Ziming turned his head in surprise, "Help him? Why should I help him? Let Douzi help. Douzi has so many fans on Weibo, just give him a shout."
Xie Lan felt a chill on his back, and after a long while he calmly said, "He's been in a bad mood recently and is too lazy to post on Weibo. And you are Yu Fei's best friend."
"That's right." Che Ziming was suddenly happy. "Okay, then I'll secretly help him put it on the second-hand website. Oh, Herring is pretty good to you guys, don't worry, he's just a little outgoing, and a nice person. He's always actively pestering him, so he's willing to talk to you more. If you can be like me..."
Xie Lan nodded like a woodpecker, "Hmmmm..."
The basketball game finally came to an end after a week of play. Class 4 ranked second in the total score. Dou Sheng was the player with the most MVPs in the school year. Both certificates were posted on the classroom wall.
On the way home on Friday, Xie Lan suddenly received a reply from the pen brand. After clicking on the message, he frowned unconsciously.
Dou Sheng came closer, "What's wrong?"
"The script didn't work." Xie Lan casually asked the reason in the group, frowned and said, "PR said the direction is completely wrong."
It's a bit unbelievable that he designed different usage scenarios for the four colors of pens. There is nothing wrong with either the lens aesthetics or the functional display. Even if the other party is not satisfied, they will not completely deny it.
After a while, there was a stir in the group, and the PR named Kris sent a follow-up message.
-Actually, our main appeal is to film you writing with our pens. You can think about what to write and how to show our pen tips.
Xie Lan was shocked for a moment at these lines of words.
-病入治離: Are you sure you want to shoot this ad? Am I the most handsome guy in the world
The other party replied immediately: It’s you.
Xie Lan felt a chill in his heart and muttered, "I feel like this ad is going to be gone."
"Ask again." Dou Sheng said, "Maybe they have other arrangements."
Xie Lan sighed and continued to ask.
-Brutal Illness: Do you see my handwriting? My handwriting is not very pretty.
-kris: Well, watching your learning live broadcast, I can’t say your handwriting is not good-looking, I can only say it is very interesting.
-Deadly ill:…
-kris: This is exactly the effect we want, stupid advertising, the uglier the words, the better.
-kris: Oh yes, it would be best if you could also act out your clumsy handwriting and your scribbling in the commercial, as funny as possible.
Dou Sheng was holding his forehead with his hand, trembling all over.
Xie Lan put down the phone expressionlessly, "He seems to be cursing."
"Pfft." Dou Sheng couldn't help laughing. He coughed violently and reached out to touch Xie Lan's hair.
Xie Lan dodged with a cold face, "Go away."
But the contract has been signed, and the video must be changed according to what the brand says.
After returning home, Xie Lan placed two cameras on the table expressionlessly, preparing to test record a writing focus segment first, and then see how to design the plot and program effects.
Zhao Wenying was not at home, so as soon as Dou Sheng came back, he rushed upstairs to take a shower, came down with steam on his head, and sat next to him to order takeout.
It was just a test recording, so it didn't matter what he wrote. Xie Lan planned to fill in the blanks of the ancient poem that Lao Qin gave him today. He replaced the ink cartridge with a new one, turned on the recording mode, sat down, and adjusted the camera angle.
Two cameras, one for close-up of his hands and pen and paper, and one for recording his body as he wrote. The little red dot began to flash, and Xie Lan lowered his head to start writing the test paper.
Dou Sheng was standing right next to them. Half of his body was in the camera, with the field of view just reaching the junction of his collarbone and neck, and his hand holding the phone visible.
Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng on the screen. The slender hand holding the phone occasionally shook slightly in front of the camera.
In a 60-second short video, if Xie Lan keeps writing without stopping, he can probably finish five to seven questions at his speed, but that would be a bit rushed, and the audience's attention would be all on answering the questions, and they would not pay enough attention to the pen.
Xie Lan controlled the rhythm of his writing and checked the surveillance images from time to time.
One characteristic of his handwriting is that it is large. The horizontal, vertical, left, and right strokes are all large and stiff, like the handwriting of an elementary school student. After practicing calligraphy for so long, it is nothing more than upgrading from the first grade to the second grade, and it is still just as ugly.
I have to say, it was a bit embarrassing to watch in front of the camera holding such a beautiful pen and writing these words.
The more Xie Lan wrote, the more uncomfortable he felt. Whenever he caught a close-up shot out of the corner of his eye, he felt uncomfortable all over and began to feel a little irritated.
He moved subconsciously, and Dou Sheng beside him murmured "Hmm?" and looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Xie Lan had to calm down, "I just think the handwriting is not pretty."
Dou Sheng leaned forward upon hearing this, "Let's take a look."
As he stood up, he was completely in the camera, with his smooth arms resting on the table. He looked at it for a while and said with a smile, "It's pretty good. You think your handwriting is ugly only because you care about it. In fact, it looks quite cute to outsiders. And how should I put it? It brings the pen closer to the audience. It's not that kind of cold advertisement. The PR this time is quite thoughtful."
"Hmm." Xie Lan sighed, lowered his head and continued to fill in the blanks.
The top is the high peak where six dragons turn back the sun.
The next sentence should be "the river flows back to the river against the waves and twists and turns", which is from "The Road to Shu is Difficult".
Dou Sheng sat back in his seat and placed an order for takeout. Xie Lan wrote this sentence and saw that there were still about ten seconds left.
He was about to write another sentence.
The first sentence is blank, the second sentence is "How dangerous and high!"
It was "The Road to Shu is Difficult", and the previous sentence should have been "噫呼嚱". Xie Lan's mind suddenly went blank, and he barely finished writing the two words "噫呼", then traced over the word "噫", and wrote a "口" next to the second word, and his pen stopped awkwardly.
I can’t write “嚱”.
I actually wrote it twice in class today, but I didn’t remember it, and now I have forgotten it all.
It was clearly a test recording, but he suddenly felt a little nervous in front of the camera. He looked up and around in confusion—the Chinese textbook was not brought over.
Dou Sheng put down his phone and saw the takeaway order submission on the screen.
"Finished recording?" He glanced at the paper nonchalantly, "Let's see the effect..."
"Eh?" He paused for a moment, "You can't write the word 咲?"
"… "
After a long while, Xie Lan sighed and was about to resign himself to his fate, turn off the phone and go look for a book when Dou Sheng suddenly came closer.
His right hand went around from behind Xie Lan and pinched Xie Lan's hand holding the pen. The distance was so close that his breath brushed against his ear.
Xie Lan's scalp tingled, and he turned his head to the side awkwardly, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"
"You." Dou Sheng smiled in his ear, his voice was light and low, and a little cool, "My boyfriend can't write, so I'm obligated to help him."
Summer clothes were thin, and when the boys' bodies pressed slightly against each other, they could feel each other's heartbeat and breathing.
Heat transmitted through body temperature.
Xie Lan's mind went blank, his senses split into two, one half was Dou Sheng's breath brushing against his shoulder and ear, the other half was Dou Sheng holding his hand.
He held the pen, and Dou Sheng's slender fingers covered his fingers, tracing his pen-holding posture and holding his hand. Then Dou Sheng gently exerted force on his wrist, and his hand grasped the position on the paper where the words should be written, and the tip of the pen dipped into the paper.
Dou Sheng held his hand and wrote slowly, stroke by stroke, and whispered in his ear: "This character 嚱 is a linguistic word, which means sigh. The left side is 口, and the right side is the right half of the homophone '戏'. The middle part can be remembered like this: the upper part of 虎 in 老虎, and the 几 in 卙 replace 豆 with 豆, so 大猫豆子, which is the middle part of the character."
The spit from Dou Sheng when he spoke made Xie Lan itch from behind his ears to his neck. He glanced at the camera unexpectedly, and saw red dots flashing. The camera was still recording. In the long shot, Dou Sheng was close to him, and his eyes were trembling in panic, and red was visible from his cheeks to his collarbone.
After writing this word, Xie Lan let go of the pen, but Dou Sheng did not let go. He leaned against Xie Lan's back, gently pressed his lips along his ear bone, and slid his five fingers into his fingers, bending them up, and loosely but tightly grasped his hand and rubbed it on his palm.
The electric sensation crawled up his ear bone and spread all over his body. Xie Lan looked up hastily, but he saw Dou Sheng leaning his head to kiss him lightly in the camera. The camera's autofocus made a clicking sound, and the background was a little blurred in the focus, but he and Dou Sheng were so clear, so clear that even the trembling of their eyelashes was captured.
Xie Lan hurriedly looked away, and after a long time, she quickly turned her head and kissed Dou Sheng's lips.
After a long time, Dou Sheng let go of his hand.
The boy's fair complexion also showed a light blush, but it was much better than Xie Lan's. He cleared his throat, took off the camera and flipped forward. After flipping for a long time, he whispered, "Oh, it seems that this footage can't be used."
Xie Lan didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but chuckle: "If we make this into a demo and send it to the brand, I don't think they will have any problems, but we two can really blow up Station B."
Xie Lan looked at him somewhat blankly.
His mind was blank, and there was a slight tinnitus in his ears. It was as if his Chinese ability had suddenly disappeared. He listened to Dou Sheng for a long time but didn't hear a single word.
After a while, he finally stood up with difficulty and said, "I'm going to get a...coke, do you want one?"
What is the Chinese word for coke
Damn, can't remember.
If we go back to the time before liberation overnight, the child will most likely be ruined.
Dou Sheng raised his lips, his black and white eyes showing obvious pride, and whispered, "Do you know which row of grids Coke is in? I'll take you to find it."
The stool made a harsh sound when rubbing against the floor. Xie Lan turned woodenly and walked towards the kitchen, leaving someone's laughter behind.
He walked into the kitchen in a hurry. His profile was reflected in the glass frame of the painting on the wall. He turned his head and met the dazed eyes in the glass.
Damn it. Dou Sheng is so annoying.
Xie Lan felt suffocated for a moment, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and stared at the meat in the freezer for a long time before he slammed the door shut and opened the refrigerator next to it.
A wide variety of drinks were piled together. He reached in and touched the cans one by one with his fingers. After a long time, he finally touched the two red and black cans. He picked them out with his fingers, his fingertips still trembling.
Xie Lan held two cans of ice-cold drinks between his right arm. The cold air immediately spread from his skin, and soon he felt a little painful from the cold.
He stood there in a daze for a while in the slight pain, until the phone in his pocket vibrated continuously, and he finally came back to his senses.
It was Mr. X who loved to eat. After returning from the Three Gorges, I shamelessly asked for his WeChat number.
-x: Let me tell you, go to the link for the Chinese Comics Arranger Qualification Selection that I posted last time and sign up.
-x: "On the Top of Red Flame" is amazing. My friend said that the studio specifically asked you to participate in the OST recording.
-x: But the awkward thing about this is that the poster says that the main composer and two co-composers will be selected from the applicants, so you have to register again.
-x: Do you know what kind of opportunity this is? Xie Lan, put aside your aloofness and sign up! If it doesn't work, you can paste these words on Douzi and let him analyze it for you. He will definitely understand.
-x: Are you there? I'm waiting for you. Do you understand what I'm saying
Xie Lan stared blankly at the screen from top to bottom for five minutes.
My brain is frozen and I can’t concentrate.
Then he frowned, pulled it back to the top, and read it again.
I seem to see some keywords.
etc.
His eyes suddenly swept to the last few lines and he quickly glanced at them: Beans... Let him touch it...
His mind collapsed silently, he hastily typed a line of words, and threw his phone onto the stage.
-Terminally ill: I will tell you tomorrow. I can’t understand Chinese today.
-x: