Yao Yin leaned beside the blue sports car in the night sky, the keychain was put on the slender fingertips, spinning in the air.
He smiled and asked, "Tan Yiming, I don't like girls, why should I send them home?"
His hints were so obvious that he almost made his intentions clear. He fell in love with Tan Yiming at first sight, and even more fascinated him, otherwise he would not take the initiative to introduce work for Tan Yiming.
This attack was quite aggressive, and Tan Yiming noticed it before, but he was forced to face it tonight.
Tan Yiming hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "Can I ask, where have you seen me?"
Yao Yin is full of artistry, persistent, stubborn, and somewhat idealistic. Tan Yiming doesn't hate him like this, but to be honest, Yao Yin looks—though it's impolite to say so—seems like a man with a rich love history, Tan Yiming doesn't think there's anything about him that is attractive enough This young man with a romantic atmosphere in his bones.
"I've heard this joke." Yao Yin snapped his fingers, "When I say what I like about you, you will change everything I like about you."
Tan Yiming: "…"
Yao Yin: "I like your gender, you can change it."
There is really no way to talk about it.
He asked curiously, "Yao Yin, didn't you think that I don't like same-sex?"
"In front of me, sexuality has never been a problem." Yao Yin shrugged, "As long as I think about it, a straight guy with a girlfriend like George can't last three rounds."
"… "
The young man pressed the car key. In the middle of the night, the engine roared, and the lights on the body began to light up from the rear wing, crawling to the headlights inch by inch, illuminating the darkness around them. The butterfly-wing door opened upwards, Yao Yin sat directly in the driver's seat, and turned his head to look at Tan Yiming.
"Get in the car, I'll take you back." Yao Yin said, "Don't worry, I'm very gentlemanly, and I won't do anything to you—if you want to do anything to me, I'm very welcome."
Speaking of which, Tan Yiming could only sit in the car, dumbfounded.
The electric door slowly fell, and the night blue luxury car rushed out like an arrow.
The luxury car is full of power and can accelerate to a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in just a few seconds. Tan Yiming hadn't fastened his seatbelt yet, he swayed back and slammed his head on the seat. He seriously suspected that Yao Yin was taking the opportunity to take revenge.
The airtight compartment was very quiet. Tan Yiming leaned in the passenger seat and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
In the end, Yao Yin was the first to break the silence.
Yao Yin asked him how he felt when he dubbed a movie for the first time.
Tan Yiming replied, "I'm very tired. I'm too tired." He raised his hand and squeezed Shangen, remembering the torture he had just suffered in the recording studio, and felt like he had been stripped of his skin, "It's all about business partners. Are you tortured?"
"That's natural. There is no job in this world that can be successfully completed without hard work." When it comes to work, Yao Yin showed his professional side, "If I remember correctly, are you currently an intern in an investment bank? Isn't that more stressful?"
Tan Yiming replied: "That's different. In the financial industry, you can earn 100 times the amount of money you put in ten times the effort. The investment and the gain are directly proportional. I work overtime in the company until the early hours of the morning, and I can get double overtime pay; But I'm going back to work for hours in the studio, and I don't make enough money to go to a better restaurant for a meal."
All industries have income ceilings, and the ceiling of the commercial dubbing industry is much lower than other industries. Even if he is at the top of the industry, the profit he earns in one year is not as much as the bonus he earned in a big case in an investment bank.
"So, if there is a dubbing job next time, will you still do it?" Yao Yin asked him with a smile.
"..." Tan Yiming thought, Yao Yin really guessed his mind too thoroughly. "I do."
Of course he will. He likes it, he loves it, and even if there are 10,000 voices in his head telling him not to waste time on this kind of unprofitable job, he still wants to do it.
When he stood in front of the microphone, when he was in the extremely silent recording studio, when he used his voice to inject soul into the character... The organ in his chest was beating constantly.
Tan Yiming: "I have classes on Monday morning, Thursday afternoon, and Friday morning. I have to practice at other times. I can only record on Saturday, Sunday, and every weekday evening."
Yao Yin said with a smile: "If you can only spare this amount of time, what is the difference between you and a part-time job? There are a lot of professional voice actors on the market, all of whom are on call 24 hours a day. I'll pick you up too."
"No way, I still need a serious job to support my family." Tan Yiming said calmly, "If I can also drive a million-dollar luxury car, then I can pursue my dream without any worries."
Just came across a red light.
Yao Yin stopped the car and turned to look at Tan Yiming.
Under the dim interior lights of the car, the man's facial features were enveloped in a gentle and ambiguous light. From the outside, Tan Yiming looks like a good gentleman with very soft ears, but after a long time of contact, he will find that he is extraordinarily principled. When others take a step forward, he will take a step back, but when he retreats to the bottom line in his heart, he will be as hard as a rock and will not move.
He has an extremely calm plan for his life, and it is this "difference between the surface" that attracts Yao Yin.
Yao Yin put his arm on the steering wheel and said, "Why don't you resign, I'll take care of you."
Tan Yiming: "...Are you kidding me?"
"No, you seem to be saving money, I'm sure I can afford it."
Tan Yiming didn't know how he saw that he was saving money.
"Thank you for your love, but no need." Tan Yiming could only speak, "Yao Yin, including this time, we can count the number of times the two of us have met on one hand. I don't know much about you, and neither do you. I don't know my background, my experience. Without these foundations, I can't accept your offer...
The last word, he wanted to say "showing love", but he felt embarrassed before exiting, so he could only replace it with "showing love".
It just so happened that the signal light turned green, Yao Yin turned his head nonchalantly, pulled the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and the car continued along the road.
"I understand, you are a slow-moving type." Yao Yin looked at the road in front of him, "You don't accept love at first sight, only love over time."
"more or less."
Since adolescence, there has been an endless stream of people who have confessed to Tan Yi, and many of them have only met him a few times before pursuing him. He really couldn't understand why someone's love could be so impulsive and so fast
His expectation for love is a long-running stream, and it is also a matter of course. A momentary pounding is a hormonal product, and he's better at long-term planning.
Without further ado, the atmosphere in the car cooled down again.
The dull atmosphere spread, and it was easy to get sleepy when driving late at night. Yao Yin tapped his finger and woke up the CD player.
After a few seconds, a slightly familiar prelude floated out from the sound.
The piano is the main melody, accompanied by six stringed instruments. At first, the sleepy Tan Yiming thought Yao Yin was listening to some kind of concerto, but after the foreplay ended, a clear and pure male voice drifted along the sound—
"At a certain moment, the door of my heart suddenly opened.
Heart to heart, so sincere. 』
The drowsy sleepiness flew away immediately, and Tan Yiming sat up straight in surprise: "This is not..."
"Well, this is a song sung by your little friend." Yao Yin glanced at the electronic screen, "It's called "Goodbye Rah", it seems to be the ending song of a musical, the name is quite interesting."
Before Tan Yiming asked Yao Yin to help with the later stages of several of Guess's songs, Yao Yin finished it quickly with a little effort.
Yao Yin really likes the voice of Guess, and the background music is still his favorite Rah, so he simply filled the music into a CD and played it on a loop in the car.
"The little boy's voice is quite good." Yao Yin asked playfully, "Speaking of which, what is your relationship with him? He actually asked you to open your mouth and ask me for help, wouldn't it be..."
Tan Yiming never thought that Yao Yin would be biased. "Where have you been thinking? This is a friend of mine on the Internet, in the same... um, it's a hobby club."
"What club? Game club?"
"No, I can't explain it in a few words." Tan Yiming said, "He is a newcomer to our club, a rather shy child. I usually chat with him a lot."
"Oh—" Yao Yin dragged his voice, "—'chat a lot more', which sounds quite in line with your criteria for a long-term relationship."
Coincidentally, the music entered the next chapter, and the boy's singing was like weeping, expressing surging emotions from the bottom of his heart.
"Did you hear, did you hear,
The sounds you create.
A burst of bumps came, crashed into my heart, and gave me guidance.
It is worth cherishing for a lifetime. 』
Tan Yiming: "…"
The lyrics also sound too coincidental.
It's almost... It's like a voice control, confessing to his idol.
Tan Yiming moved on the leather seat with some fidgeting, and subconsciously pricked up his ears to listen to the next aria.
The whole song is not long and the lyrics are very simple. Because Chinese has four tones, it is actually not suitable for narrative chanting, which is prone to ambiguity. The Chinese musical is on the stage, not only to test the lyricist's literary skills, but also to test the clarity of the singer's words.
The sound coming out of the stereo is extremely accurate and carries countless emotions.
"May from now on,
You can listen to your inner voice,
It made me see that scenery.
the time you and I spend together,
It is worth cherishing for a lifetime. 』
The song is coming to an end, but the boy's clear voice has been lingering in the ears of the two listeners.
"It's not bad." Yao Yin followed the tune softly, and his index finger beat the beat in the air like a baton, "Is he a singer? I have a few friends who are doing TV series soundtracks in China, and they need a backing singer. Not much, but it’s a serious job anyway. If you kid wants to make extra money, I can help introduce you.”
Tan Yiming: "...Why do you like to introduce work to others so much?"
The car turned off the main road and headed towards the dormitory building.
Yao Yin looked at Navigator and replied, "Because of me, I love flowers and cherish flowers. When I meet a good seedling, I naturally hope to make him thrive. You can treat this as a hobby of the rich. "
Tan Yiming understood: "So in your eyes, I am also a flower worthy of cultivation?"
"No." Yao Yin's tone was serious, but what he said was not serious at all, "I am the flower, I hope you can loosen the soil for me."
"… "
The car quickly stopped downstairs in the dormitory. Tan Yiming unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Yao Yin.
Tan Yiming thought he was still talking about work, so he turned his head and waited for him.
Yao Yin said with a serious face: "Tan Yiming, in fact, this car has an unknown function that I haven't demonstrated to you yet."
"… what function?"
"It has a seat that can be folded down to 180 degrees and is very spacious, enough for two adult men in the car..."
"Thank you, you're welcome." Tan Yiming pushed open the car door and got out of the car quickly, "Excuse me for reminding you, you still have three music scores to compose. You are going back now, and you are expected to finish work at 8 in the morning."
"… "
… The only thing that kills sexual desire in this world is work.
The author has something to say: the lyrics of "Goodbye Rah" in this chapter were written by me, and some deletions and modifications were made for the plot of the novel.
The next chapter returns to the guessing perspective.