At the end of November, it was late autumn in City B, and the cold air brought a dull pain to the bottom of the lungs. Walking into the alley in the evening, the sweet scent of life filling the air pulls people out of the cold.
The roasted sweet potatoes are picked out of a rusty iron tube, and the gray skin is covered with burnt scars. Xie Lan bought one to take back to his residence to eat every day after training. Today, the competition in the CMO National Finals was finally over. He was so happy that he bought two.
I jogged back to my temporary apartment. As soon as I took off my coat, Dou Sheng's video came in.
"Hey." Xie Lan put the phone on the table, picked out a large roasted sweet potato from the bag, broke it lightly, and the golden and red soft flesh burst out.
Dou Sheng smiled on the narrow mobile phone screen and said, "Bought two today?"
"Well, I plan to eat one for you." Xie Lan took a bite, poured it into his mouth with a hiss, and said vaguely: "I... bit... the exam is over."
"I know... It's finally over. I've been waiting so long." Dou Sheng sighed quietly, "When will you come back? Have you bought a ticket?"
"I bought it, and I'll take the high-speed train tomorrow night. I originally wanted to leave tomorrow morning, but the professor asked me to sign some documents tomorrow afternoon." Xie Lan sighed, broke into a roasted sweet potato and muttered, "I'm ready to go home."
"This idiom is correct." Dou Sheng smiled and put the phone on the stand, bent down and pressed the button on the computer host.
The top players in the CMO provincial competition are invited to participate in the winter camp. After the winter camp, there will be the national finals. The training camp was in city B, which lasted for twelve days, and the finals were finally completed today.
Counting on his fingers, Xie Lan hasn't seen her boyfriend for half a month.
He put down the roasted sweet potato and picked up Dou Sheng to look at it carefully, "It looks like he has gained some weight."
"I'm back. I've finished editing the video." Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I'll post it tonight."
Xie Lan took out a piece of paper from the tissue box on the table. The tissue box was filled with messy data. He usually kept his desk tidy, but the winter camp practice was so intense that he didn't bother to clean it up. After finishing a paper, he just stuffed it away and packed it up and threw it away after the game.
CMO has officially come to an end.
In a blink of an eye, it seems that not long has passed since Lao Manatong's enthusiastic call to announce the good news two months ago, and not long has passed since Dou Sheng refused the winter camp and the Chinese finals.
Xie Lan lay down on the bed holding the phone, looking at Dou Sheng's side face as he cut the video.
Dou Sheng refused very simply that day.
The winter camp coincided with the video production period at the end of the year, and he was determined not to join the camp, participate in the national finals, or join the national team. He claimed that after taking the CMO exam, Tu Yile would be satisfied with just getting a ranking in the league and guaranteeing the college entrance exam, which almost sent Lao Ma to the emergency room.
Dou Sheng did not even reach an agreement with the admissions office for admission to the qualifying examination. The Admissions Office of T University is willing to reduce his undergraduate enrollment to a higher cost, provided that he is pre-admitted to the mathematics major. Dou Sheng was rejected, and later he only got a general promotion of 20 majors, and he did not apply for the college entrance examination according to this policy. He himself was very satisfied with the result, but it was a pity that both Hu Xiujie and Lao Ma suffered from insomnia for days.
The sound of mouse and keyboard came from the video, and Dou Sheng was still making final adjustments to the video.
"What major do you want to take?" Xie Lan suddenly came back to his senses and asked.
"Huh?" Dou Sheng paused for a moment, "I haven't thought too much about it yet... I want to think of someone who can help me make videos and get to know different people and different industries. I think the big society can do it. Communication majors are fine, but science students have to wait until their sophomore year to change majors, or choose other majors.”
Xie Lan groaned.
Dou Sheng quickly clicked the mouse and put his other hand on the keyboard. From time to time, his long white fingers pressed the editing shortcut keys and dangled on the screen, which made Xie Lan feel a little unhappy.
"Go to sleep. I'll turn off the video when you fall asleep." Dou Sheng coaxed him in a low voice, "It's been a hard time. Go to bed early tonight. My eyelids are fighting."
"Um."
Xie Lan kicked off her slippers, rubbed them up, barely touched her head to the pillow, and closed her eyes.
His consciousness was rising and falling, and it wasn't until the sounds of clicking the mouse and keyboard in his ears gradually stopped that he fell asleep completely.
It will be December tomorrow, and this past autumn was indeed a bit hectic. At first, he and Dou Sheng were in the dark after morning and evening classes at school, and they also rushed to shoot videos in the only half-day weekend left. It was not easy to survive October. He came to City B alone and plunged into the training camp. What he looked forward to every day was to buy a roasted sweet potato after training and go back to the dormitory to video chat with his boyfriend. Dou Sheng was even worse than him. Not only did he suffer from liver cancer, but he also accepted cruel review tasks like all high school seniors.
Sycamore trees are rare in the capital. Xie Lan only passed by by chance when he went to the supermarket once. The ground was full of dead sycamore leaves. He picked up some and kept them for Dou Sheng.
In his dream, he was still thinking about picking up two pieces after signing the documents tomorrow before catching the high-speed train. The varieties of sycamores here in City B are slightly different from those in City H. The leaves are wider, the edges are sharp and straight, and they have a more bean-like temperament.
The WeChat notification sound suddenly rang in my ears.
Xie Lan was startled, woke up suddenly, and sat up from the bed. The whole small apartment was dark.
The curtains were not drawn, but it was pitch black outside, and even the moonlight was dim. The heating in the apartment was average. He slept on the bed wearing a sweater, but it was still a little cold.
23:58.
Before I knew it, I slept for more than four hours.
Xie Lan rubbed his warm cheeks and opened the new message.
He thought it was Dou Sheng who came to say good night before going to bed, but in fact the person who sent the message was an operator from station b, who had been his friend before.
-Boss Xie Lan, has that competition come to an end? When will you come back to make videos? I haven’t updated in two months! /seduce
Xie Lan sighed and replied casually.
-Maybe December, maybe next year.
He went down to the ground and turned on the light, put the roasted sweet potatoes that were cooling on the table into a bowl and put it in the microwave for about twenty seconds.
I slept in a daze, and continued to eat roasted sweet potatoes with my head empty.
-Oh, is it the last or other game tasks
-Um. I am in my senior year of high school and I am busy.
-Senior year of high school is really busy. But there will always be days off before the Chinese New Year in January. Hehe, it’s a holiday.
Xie Lan suddenly paused while chewing roasted sweet potatoes: "What's wrong?"
-It's okay. There may be some large-scale events at the end of the year. But this year's rookie Up has raised the traffic ceiling of Up in the music area, so I got it.
Xie Lan frowned and looked at the message.
He hesitated for a long time, then replied: "You are not talking about the Top 100 Award Ceremony, are you? Are you planning to give me the Top 100 Award?"
-Don't make any noise. The selection has just started, but in our eyes, some places are in suspense, and some places are not in suspense. Everyone knows that. Of course, this is not the final result, so I will urge you to be active.
Xie Lan hissed and sent three messages in a row.
-ok, I will update it after next year.
-This Baidu is a bit sloppy.
-Think about it again. I stopped updating for so long. Is it suitable
After being silent for an hour, he sent a question mark.
Xie Lan had already typed the word "douzi" in the input box, but deleted it the moment before sending it out.
- He is more afraid of knowing the result than anyone else. What if the other party reveals that Dou Sheng has no intention of doing anything? What should he tell Dou Sheng
Soon, the operation replied: " Is the pressure of the competition too great, and everyone starts talking nonsense... Okay. Oh yes, Douzi's new video is too popular, the two are joining forces. Who can compete with me? Speaking of which, this kind of joint creation can be regarded as the output of , but this time Douzi is too outstanding."
New video posted
Xie Lan hurriedly replied with an emoticon and quickly clicked on station b.
Dou Sheng had already submitted the jointly created manuscript, and he probably logged into his account while he was asleep.
Recording a history of being beaten up by an amateur cosplayer | Animation male protagonist 101, whatever you want
As soon as I opened the screen, colorful barrages filled the whole screen.
- Warning when comes back, "Whatever"
-Title I knew this videoSomething big happened
-Douzi has never been so careless with a title, I started to panic
-laughing to death, the barrage is all done by Lao Dou Mo Ren
-Bean Devil: A person who is driven crazy by Douzi's show
The loud sound of the blower suddenly drew people's attention away from the barrage. The screen was black, but listening to the voices, it was a very empty place. A man was shouting in dialect, and his weird tone had echoes, which was a bit funny.
"Oh, this time it's too ? Just make a movement, like a painting on the ground in the mirror... Wait a minute!"
The world suddenly fell silent.
The man suddenly switched to standard Mandarin with fear, and said in a straight tone: "Where is the hair on Sesshomaru's shoulder?"
After a moment of silence, Dou Sheng shouted a curse word.
"When did it fall? I'm... I'm so nervous. Can you post it for me later??!"
The painting suddenly appeared. Dou Sheng was sitting on a familiar carpet at home, holding his forehead in front of the camera.
"As you can see, I have made a big death in the past two months."
He paused as he spoke, put his hands down, and sighed.
"Dear viewers, I am the most handsome Dou in the world. More than two months ago, I had a crooked idea that I shouldn't have. I wanted to collaborate with my beloved Ermao on a video to break through myself. So what’s the breakthrough? I sat down and clicked on the homepage of site b, looked through all the areas, and found an area I’d never been involved in—cosplay.”
"Yes, it's cosplay. After some superficial understanding, I found that all reliable cosplayers have figured out their own areas of expertise, such as good and evil, fairy style, ancient style, science fiction, and so on. "As a layman, I made a very reckless decision after realizing how deep this industry was."
"Ahem." He said sternly to the camera: "Since I don't know what I'm good at, why don't I give it a try?"
After saying that, Dou Sheng took a deep breath and held his forehead again.
"So this led to the tragedy of the next two months. I made a list of male protagonists in the anime myself. The first work was given to Ermao. He arranged the music first, and then I filmed it. , I was very demanding of Ermao in terms of music, so that when he was later filmed, reality multiplied my cruelty to him and returned it to me a hundred times."
Dou Sheng sighed, "Anyway, this video records my sad moments in the past two months. I'm too lazy to cut them out, so you can do whatever you want. The last three minutes are the finished product of this cosplay. It’s okay, just take a look if you’re interested.”
Barrage:
-Friendly reminder, don’t trust this man
-Bean’s mouth, a liar
-Coming back from the hospital, "It's okay"
-Indeed, "It's OK"
There is no essential difference between the video and every previous vlog of Dou Sheng, but every clip is very sad.
Fragment 1: Dou Sheng was wearing an ancient cosplay robe, holding a camera while explaining and walking out. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he stepped on his own clothes. The camera spun around and fell directly into a huge landscaping box filled with foam. Just as he was crying and laughing, a woman suddenly passed by and muttered, "Why did you take off your cosplay suit?" She reached out and casually grabbed Dou Sheng's front. Before he could even poke his head out of the foam, he heard a sting. A sound—
Excerpt 2: The filming ended on Sunday evening. Dou Sheng had no time to take off his makeup, so he hurriedly put on a mask and ran back to school with Xie Lan. As a result, he was bumped into by the dean of Hell Face, who forced him to raise his head and pulled down his mask. In an instant, the female Hades almost sat down on the podium in front of her classmates.
Excerpt 3: On the day of cosplaying Kudo Shinichi, Dou Sheng accidentally went to Yu Fei’s house in a wealthy area of the city. He was filming an outdoor scene next to a grove. He was wearing a Japanese male high school uniform. He was raising a mysterious walkie-talkie to his mouth. The security guard drove by on a patrol car, braked, and after being stunned for a moment, he also raised the walkie-talkie towards him. .
…
The barrage was stuck on the wall from beginning to end, full of hahaha, rolling with laughter, laughing until your head fell off. Even Xie Lan, who had experienced those embarrassing moments with Dou Sheng, couldn't hold back his laughter.
The last embarrassing clip was shot at night. It was dark, and the camera was facing the street lights and dry sycamore branches in Yingzhong. Dou Sheng sighed in the voice-over: "I'm going to City B tomorrow, and there are only the last two days left." I can only film this role by myself."
The sound of the palms of the hands rubbing the fabric came from the camera, as if Xie Lan was stroking his back and smoothing his hair.
"I'm willing to shoot." Xie Lan said.
Dou Sheng muttered and asked, "What if the audience doesn't like it?"
Xie Lan thought for a while, "Kill them."
At this point, Xie Lan's smile disappeared instantly.
Silly.
He never expected that Dou Sheng would secretly record his words on his cell phone and make his words known to the public.
The barrage was filled with cheers, and then the screen suddenly went black, and a line of ominous characters flashed across the screen.
—Did you hear that? If you don’t like it, beat them to death.
Immediately afterwards, the violin prelude sounded, causing a clear ripple on people's eardrums. The swordsman in black skimmed across the water at night and galloped in front of the camera. A gust of wind passed by, and a corner of the scarf on his face fell off, revealing the sharp outline of the young man.
The moment he lowered his eyes and chuckled, BGM suddenly started.
The assassin swordsman walked swiftly on the wind, swung his sword in ten steps and beheaded him. The magician covered half of his body with white gloves, and when he opened his formal cloak, he disappeared in the air and shook off the petals. The big monster Sesshomaru stood proudly under the silver moon, flying through the snow. A male high school student was fighting with black-clad men in a quiet forest. The moment the enemy swept across his legs, the camera suddenly turned to the bright moon in the water. When he returned to the woods, he saw only uniforms scattered on the ground.
The wind, flowers, snow, and moon, every time you change clothes, every turn, every time your eyes change, they all accurately step on the beat of the music, and the flashes and movements between the movements are so smooth. , flowing with the rhythm, both visual and auditory, are blended extremely delicately.
The writing that goes straight into the camera accounts for almost half of the picture, but Dou Sheng didn't lose a single frame. While trying our best to pay tribute to the classics, various small ideas were also hidden in the later stage, such as making the effect of the wind into lines like sound waves, such as when Sesshomaru walked through the snow to retrieve, followed by two cuddling kittens, The fallen leaves that the swordsman cut through when he swung his sword were the sycamore trees that Dou Sheng usually liked to twist in his hands...
After three minutes, Xie Lan took a deep breath, as if someone had been pulled out of a different world.
He clicked on the barrage again.
-Stand up
-Stand up
-What are you standing up for? Kneel down.
-Old ! ! !
-I! ! green! Thanks! Lan!
-Sesshomaru and Shinichi are my eldest brother and second brother. I once fantasized about what I would do if I treated them favorably but today I found out that I can do without this problem.
-Extremely silky, extremely comfortable
-Anyway, ahhh!
The video ends here, there is no consistent ending. What leaves people with the aftertaste is the lingering scene in their mind, as well as the sigh before the video started that seemed to drive a nail into people's hearts.
—“Whatever.”
It was Xie Lan's first time making a film, and her heart was filled with excitement. Roasted sweet potatoes are not as good as the video of my boyfriend. He clicks on the p2 pure enjoyment version to play it in a loop, with barrage enabled, barrage disabled, double speed, slow speed, just change the method to enjoy it. Taking a screenshot is also a way. Strange joy.
It wasn't until his eyes were dazzled by the tossing that he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and clicked on the hot comments.
-A ten-year old man in the cos circle passed by, and the cost of this period exploded. I’m not bragging, I’ve never followed up before. When I clicked on the homepage, I found out that I’m a newbie. Respect
- Douzi’s output this year is incredible. Starting from the dialect video, every issue makes me feel transcendent. This issue will directly become a god! direct! Conferred God! Do you dare to think that this is something made by two high school seniors
Like it, like it all.
This was the first time Xie Lan played Bilibili late at night so passionately that he was almost exhausted, but he was not sleepy at all and even wanted to make a video call to Dou Sheng right away.
But he suddenly hesitated when he picked up the phone.
There has been no news from Dou Sheng, and he is probably asleep.
While I was struggling, two notifications suddenly popped up on WeChat—
Roasted sweet potatoes, please take them away. Send a new message.
I beg the owner to take away roasted sweet potatoes and send me a video.
Xie Lan clicked on it.
-Roasted sweet potatoes, begging the owner to take them away: It’s snowing, the first snow this winter.
The video was taken in Xie Lan's room, with no lights on, and only the remaining midnight lights of the city across the river. There was heavy snow outside, and a layer of frost mist formed on the river. It was quiet and beautiful.
Wutong was lying on the window sill, with her little hands in her hands, her face pressed against the glass and looking out the window.
The camera slowly approached the window and stuck to the glass with a snap.
Dou Sheng's voice sounded, "The second cat is finally back."
"It's only been two hours since the video was posted, and the data has already exploded. It's a new peak. It's a record we broke together."
"Although we are in two cities, let's have a toast from the distance."
As he spoke, he raised the corner of his phone and tapped it lightly on the glass of Xie Lan's room.
"Qiang."