If you were given a second, you might not be able to accomplish even the simplest thing. But one second is definitely enough time for countless memories to flash through the brain.
That's right, at the moment when the video was switched on, when Xiang Gu could clearly see what the man on the other side of the screen looked like, his brain seemed to be suddenly pressed by the fast back button, instantly rewinding to half a year ago, and then violently again. Fast forward, rushing back to the present moment.
The boy stopped blankly across the screen.
Although he was reminded by Qi Ji, he was ready to "see the light and die". However, looking at the appearance of Qingyun Great God, it is a bit… too… too…
His overloaded and crashed language thesaurus was completely disorganized, and in the end, only the word "unique" came out, which could barely describe the appearance of a man.
In fact, before George came to the United States to study for a Ph.D., he had a lot of hair and was not that fat. But who makes school stressful, he often sits in front of the computer for a day, and eats three meals a day with hamburgers and Cokes. As a result, his weight plummeted and his hair count plummeted. If he took care of it, he would still be able to bluff people, but now is the time when he is the most relaxed, and he drank two more drinks, which naturally seemed a little sloppy.
Because of the impact of the excessive drop, Xiang Guai lost the ability to speak for a moment.
He was shocked by Wang Qingyun's appearance, and at the same time ashamed of his own face. The restless boy's heart didn't know how to beat.
Fortunately, this strange atmosphere did not last long.
George asked him very familiarly: "Little brother, are you an old relative? Happy Chinese New Year!"
As soon as George spoke, his true identity was immediately exposed.
His voice was completely different from Tan Yiming's. Xiang Guai listened to Wang Qingyun's radio drama almost every night to fall asleep, so he could immediately tell that it was absolutely impossible for him to be Wang Qingyun!
Combined with the content of his words, Xiang Gu instantly understood what he had misunderstood.
"Happy Chinese New Year." He has never been good at lying, and almost bit his tongue, "I'm Tan… Brother Tan's relative, is he not here now?"
"Yes, of course!" George saw him clean and white, and he was very fond of him, "He's cooking, wait a minute, I'll call him for you."
With that, George got up and walked towards the kitchen.
He carefully adjusted the camera to the rear, the picture swayed, Xiang Gu looked at the shaking screen, and suddenly had stage fright for some reason.
Before dialing the video call, he held the courage to gamble and wanted to see Qingyun. But when the phone was connected, the indomitable momentum suddenly slipped away from his fingers.
Is it because of the Oolong incident caused by George? ... It is indeed related, but more because Xiang Guess was swept away by a wave of cowardice for no reason.
He thought, what is he going to do after seeing Wang Qingyun? Just to meet? Or for confession
If it was the former, he was a little unwilling; if it was the latter, he couldn't say it.
Too contradictory, too hesitant. He even started to regret why he had made the call a minute ago.
He stopped George subconsciously: "No need!" He said in a panic, "If he's busy, I'll call you later."
"It's alright!" George walked fast, and he was about to open the kitchen door. "He's just cooking a meal, and he's not studying spaceships. I'll let him say hello to you!"
His hand was on the armrest, and he pressed down gently, and the kitchen door opened in response.
The thin heat poured out along the crack of the door, and the water vapor quickly adhered to the lens, making it foggy and blurring everything.
And in the white fog, a tall and tall figure was standing in front of the stove. I saw him holding a spatula in one hand and quickly shaking the wok in the other. His posture was skillful, and he looked like he was often cooking.
Although he couldn't see his appearance, the man's back was tall and straight and his shoulders were wide. Even the simplest T-shirt and jeans made him wear a different charm. The dark brown apron hugged his body, and the laces hung loosely around the man's thin waist, which further accentuated his perfect proportions.
The sparks from the eyes of the stove licked the bottom of the pot. After the last few stir-fries, the man took out his chopsticks from the cutlery box next to him, picked up a piece of meat, tasted it, and nodded in satisfaction.
He decisively turned off the fire, and was about to serve the dishes, when another young man who was waiting beside him had already prepared a plate in advance and handed it over with discernment.
"Thanks." The man thanked briefly.
Even though he only said two words, even though the sound of the cooker hood in the kitchen was roaring, Xiang Gu's ears still accurately caught the man's voice from the noise - that was Wang Qingyun! That is definitely looking into the sky!
Xiang Guai's whole body froze. He clenched the phone tightly in both hands, and was reluctant to even blink, just staring at the man's back like that.
It turned out that the person he had a crush on, surnamed tan, was good at cooking, tall, and his hair was well-dressed... It was like a piece of a puzzle. The teenager collected all these bits and pieces and pieced together a man in his heart. Outline.
In the kitchen, after the man thanked him, the young man who helped him hand over the plate smiled and shook his head: "What's there to thank for your effort?"
Because the young man was standing on his side, Xiang Gu could see his appearance on the screen. I saw that the man's facial features were exquisite, and his eyes narrowed into two crooked moons when he smiled.
"Of course I have to thank you for not dropping the last plate." The man replied.
"I was really careless just now!" The young man raised his hand and surrendered helplessly. "This is the first time in my life that I have entered the kitchen. Even if I break two bowls, I can forgive it, okay?"
The two chatted about the trivial things that had just happened, in a casual tone, and at first glance they had a close relationship.
And what bothered Xiang Guai most was that the two of them were wearing the same aprons of different colors, and their movements were very tacit.
Are they friends
In the dark, a bold conjecture jumped into the young man's mind. He wanted to ask, but he suddenly realized that he was basically asking.
Before he could continue to think deeply, the two people in the kitchen had already noticed George who suddenly broke in with his mobile phone in hand.
"What, waiting for the dishes?" The man teased and turned around.
His upright and handsome face appeared under the camera inch by inch, Xiang Gu's hand was one step faster than his brain, and his finger quickly pressed the hang up button! !
- The screen becomes pitch black instantly.
Xiang Guai was holding the hot mobile phone in a daze, thinking about what he saw, heard, thought, and thought in the few minutes just now, suddenly dropped the mobile phone, and collapsed on the floor of the practice room.
In the end... he still couldn't see Wang Qingyun.
He didn't want to see him either.
…
In the kitchen, George raised his mobile phone: "Old Tan, your brother called you, probably to give you New Year's greetings... Hey, why did you hang up?"
Tan Yiming's hands were dirty and he didn't answer the phone: "It's estimated that my aunt forced him to call. It's not even noon in China. This kid usually doesn't sleep until the afternoon during the holidays. It doesn't matter, I'll give it to him and go back later."
"That's fine!" George put the phone in his pocket, and immediately put the phone that hung up suddenly behind his head, "By the way, don't cook too much, the crayfish will come in a while!"
"Even if I want to make a few more, there's nothing in the refrigerator." Tan Yiming pointed to the fried pork with celery that just came out of the pot, "Xiaorui has nothing in the refrigerator, except for yogurt, ice cream, and fruit, only a few sticks. Celery and a little meat, take this dish out first."
"Oh, okay." George smelled the fragrant aroma and rushed up immediately, "You don't need to wash the pots and dishes, just leave them in the pool!"
After he finished speaking, he happily took the plate and went out to feed the hungry wolf.
After Tan Yiming finished cooking, he cleaned up the countertop. Yao Yin had never done this kind of work before, so he couldn't help, so he could only follow him around like a tail.
Tan Yiming suddenly stopped and turned to look at him: "… Yao Yin, can we talk frankly and honestly?"
"Okay." Yao Yin said with interest, "What to talk about?"
"Just talk, why do you have to pursue me?" This question has troubled Tan Yiming for a long time.
Yao Yin is excellent both in terms of hardware and software. As a senior, he is selfless; as a friend, he is enthusiastic. Based on his appearance and family background, Tan Yiming believed that there would be countless people rushing to him, but Yao Yin focused on himself.
Yao Yin thought about it for a while, and answered seriously, "Because what you can't get is always in a commotion, and the one who is favored is always fearless?"
"..." Tan Yiming had a headache.
Yao Yin: "I said long ago that I fell in love with you at first sight. If I could control my heart, I would like someone else to like you too?"
His answer was so straightforward, his eyes fixed on his direction. This is a hot feeling that Tan Yiming has never met before. It seems cynical, but it is extremely firm.
Tan Yiming was confused.
He has performed so much love in radio dramas, but in his more than 20 years of life, he has never experienced the feeling of heartbeat.
He knew that if someone else stood in his position, facing a strong and excellent suitor like Yao Yin, he would definitely be moved, and then try to communicate and cultivate good feelings.
But Tan Yiming thinks... This is not love, and love should not be like this.
To him, Yao Yin is like a shortcut on the road of life. On this shortcut, there is a happy love, a rich life, and everything that "winners in life" represent.
But Tan Yiming always felt that something was missing.
Maybe it's a little bit of heartbeat, a little bit of nostalgia, a little bit of "he must".
On a good New Year's Eve, the two stayed in the kitchen and had another round of meaningless love debates. By the end of the debate, Tan Yiming was tired, and Yao Yin was also tired.
"Don't you think we're a bit funny?" Tan Yiming rubbed his forehead, "I thought that such topics of 'can you like me' and 'can you not like me' only appear in the conversations of high school students ."
"You're wrong." Yao Yin pointedly pointed out, "Only a cheeky adult would take love as a serious matter to discuss solutions. For real high school students, their love doesn't ask for anything in return, and they would rather be secretly in love with them. Suffocating to death, I won't say it."
The conversation between the two came to a deadlock again.
Tan Yiming heard the doorbell rang in the living room, and the cheeky adult said in a roundabout way: "It should be the crayfish, let's go out to eat."
"Wait." Yao Yin stopped him, "I still have something to tell you."
The youth's tone softened, and he also followed suit: "Do you know the 'Rainstorm Company'?"
"Of course, the United States... no, the most famous game company in the world." Even if Tan Yiming is not as addicted to games as George, he has heard of this company.
Rainstorm, founded in the 1990s, was founded by three UCLA top students after graduation as a small workshop-style game company. That era was the era of rapid development of computers, and it was also the era of all kinds of software, games, and operating systems. Small workshop-style companies quickly gained a firm foothold with a series of excellent games. Expand... With the development of the Internet, their company has launched a series of cross-age game works, and finally today, it has become the greatest company in the game industry.
When Tan Yiming was still studying in China, he used to go to Internet cafes to fight monsters with his classmates all night. After all, his game account has not been logged in for a long time.
"Then your account number can be retrieved now." Yao Yin said sternly.
"… what?"
Yao Yin: "I got an inside message from here that Rainstorm is developing a brand new game that will bring together all the game characters that their company has produced, and there will also be eight new protagonists."
He took a deep breath: "These eight protagonists will come from different countries, and one of them is a Chinese man."
"You mean..." Hearing this, Tan Yiming still didn't understand anything. Although the background of this game is unknown, the time to market is unknown, and the genre and mode are unknown - but the product of Heavy Rain must be a boutique! After the game is released globally, everything in this game will be analyzed one by one by those who call themselves "tyrannologists".
Character design, plot, art, modeling, skills, maps, soundtrack, dubbing…
This is a world that Tan Yiming has never touched before, and it is an opportunity that cv Wang Qingyun cannot miss!
Tan Yiming hurriedly asked, "Are voice actors openly recruited?"
"No, on the contrary, because the confidentiality of this game is the highest level, and all personnel are recommended by the internal system." Yao Yin said, "As far as I know, Rainstorm has sent invitations to five famous commercial dubbing companies in China. Letter, a company has two places, a total of ten places."
Tan Yiming felt awkward. Although he made a mistake on the road of business distribution, he was far away in the United States and had no idea about the situation in China, and even if he knew those business and distribution bigwigs, he couldn't let people share one. Give him a spot.
But since Yao Yin would speak out about this matter, he naturally had his reasons.
"In addition to the company quota, there are also private referral quotas." Yao Yin looked up at the man in front of him, "and it just so happens that my mentor knows the production director of the audio department of Rainstorm Company - so Tan Yiming, what price are you going to pay? , in exchange for this letter of recommendation from me?"