Xiang Guess was startled, and subconsciously pulled off the headphone cable.
His movements were too big, and Qi Ji beside him was frightened by him, and asked what was wrong
"..." the boy asked anxiously, "is your earphone leaking electricity?"
—Otherwise, why would he suddenly "electric" him
When this question was out of his mouth, Xiang Guai also realized how absurd his words were.
Because the "electricity" to him was not the rustling of inferior headphones, but the deep and gentle male voice that came through the radio waves.
Qi Ji has a straightforward personality. She really thought that the earphones she bought at the stall were fake and shoddy products. She said with lingering fears, "Leakage
"...It's alright." Xiang Guai was having a hard time riding a tiger, but he really wanted to continue listening, so he could only say, "I can persist even if there is a power leak."
He put the small in-ear earplugs into his ears again, and the earplugs blocked all noises from the outside world, leaving only the man's voice, like a wave of slowly spreading lake water, gently wrapping him.
…
"The Sound of Music" is almost every elementary school student's musical enlightenment. It has a positive subject matter and is directly incorporated into the teaching materials of music lessons, becoming one of the must-see works in every music appreciation class.
Compared with the most popular soundtrack "abc", "my fa_vorite things" is not well-known, but its lyrics are romantic and beautiful, and the tune is brisk. To describe it in modern words, it is really a "brainwashing divine song".
However, the male voice in the headphones did not sing aloud, but turned the lyrics into a poem in the form of recitation.
『My fa_vorite things—
Raindrops condensed on roses, and whiskers on kitten's face
Polished copper kettle and warm wool coat
Geese spread their wings and fly to the moon
These are the things I love
My Fair Lady is wearing a long white dress with blue ribbons
Soft snowflakes resting on the bridge of my nose and on top of my head
The silvery winter melts into spring
These are the things I love"
Xiang Chai has also listened to radio broadcasts before, but in his impression, the hosts of radio programs either play music and news, or connect with frustrated middle-aged male and female listeners to answer various emotional questions over and over again.
Boys his age have always disdained listening to old-fashioned radio. He couldn't stand the rambling speeches of others, and he didn't have time to read love poems that were regarded as precious by literary and artistic youths.
But now, but this second, but this moment.
He was suddenly knocked into his soul by this gentle poem.
He didn't know who the man was talking in the headset. But in his world, suddenly there was a thick color, a strong taste, and an intoxicating sound.
Is this magic? Just relying on the sound and just a poem, let him "see" the snow in the cold winter in the late summer, and "see" the wild geese flying in the night sky under the scorching sun
He sat there in a daze, holding the earplugs with both hands, letting the voice penetrate into his heart word by word.
"When the hound comes to bite, when the wild bee comes to sting
when i was knocked down by difficulties
Just remember my favorite things
I won't feel too sad
When I think of geese spreading their wings
When I think of snowflakes falling on my lashes
When I think of the silver winter melting into spring
I won't feel too sad
The man's speech was slow and slow. He was clearly reading a poem, but it seemed like he was reading a life. This period of life is open-minded and quiet, and even if it is overwhelmed by heavy suffering, it can continue to move forward with a smile.
When the last syllable of the poem fell, Xiang Chai still sat there dumbfounded, immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, unable to break free.
I don't know how long it took, maybe ten seconds, maybe one minute, until the second person's voice came through the earphones, and then he pulled Xiang Guai out of that intoxicated state.
"listen well! ! ! ' A cheerful and brisk male voice said, 'As expected of the God of 'Wang Qingyun', I get goosebumps listening to this poem! ! The public screen was flooded with flowers! ! 』
In all fairness, the voice of the second young man was also very pleasant, but for Xiang Guai, who had just been immersed in poetry and couldn't extricate himself, the voice that suddenly came in was enough to describe it as loud.
Xiang Gu frowned, endured the sudden discomfort, and continued to listen.
He wholeheartedly hoped that the man called "Wang Qingyun" would speak more, but unfortunately, the man spoke very little. After reading the poem, he said goodbye to everyone in a hurry, and quickly got off the wheat.
"Sorry, Sanyuan is too busy, and I have a jet lag here, so I can't accompany you to the end. "The man said apologetically, "Finally, I wish everyone can find the most beloved thing in life. 』
"… "
After confirming that "Wang Qingyun" would not play again, Xiang Gu lost his last patience and tore off the headphone cable.
"Have you heard it?" Qi Ji leaned over, blinked her eyes flickeringly, and asked expectantly, "Do you also like to look at the Great God of Qingyun?"
Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the fair wrist of the girl beside him.
Qi Ji was caught off guard, and her face flushed red.
Her heart was racing, and she wondered if she had crossed into a book like "The Same Table, You Don't Run: The Ballet Prince's Mellow Wife".
She twitched: "You... you... oops, all the classmates are watching."
The boy's delicate face slowly approached, and the deep pupils were filled with the inevitable light.
I saw his other hand holding up the earphone and ordering word by word: "Qi Ji, within three minutes, I want all the information on this man!"
Ballet Prince's mellow wife: "...?"
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On another continent far away from the ocean, Tan Yiming wore headphones and jogged around the campus lake. His pace is not fast, and if he encounters people with dogs and children, he will stop to say hello.
He is about to graduate this year and is a legend in the school's Chinese Student Association.
It is said that when a freshman entered the school in a certain year, he was in charge of the host of the welcome party. As a result, after the dance started that night, ten elementary school girls took turns to invite him to dance, and they all said that they "fall in love" with his voice. But he only had two hands and one pair of feet, and he couldn't jump even if he wanted to. In the end, he actually provoked a few schoolgirls to fight directly at the dance and get jealous.
His "brilliant record" is like the legend of slaughtering the dragon, which has been passed down from generation to generation of freshmen, and even students of friend schools have heard of it.
Tan Yiming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he kept himself clean. Every time Peach Blossom approached him, he never took the initiative to provoke Peach Blossom.
To blame, only blame him for being too approachable.
He is really good, but not the kind that is cold and untouchable. Being with him will always give people the fancy fantasy of "as long as I stand on tiptoe and straighten my arms, I can touch it", so it will cause countless people to follow him one after another, wanting to monopolize his tenderness.
His friend once complained that he was a "central air conditioner".
Tan Yiming was puzzled: "Is it a mistake to be gentle and polite to people you meet for the first time?"
"Is gentleness and politeness the point? It's not the point at all, okay!" This friend is actually a computer science student. "Look, I'm also very gentle, and I'm also very polite, but none of the school girls want to marry me, they just want to find me to fix the computer. And you, in addition to being gentle and polite, you are also good-looking and have a nice voice. I-do you know that sometimes when you look into my eyes and talk to me, I can't help but want to fuck with you!!"
"..." Tan Yiming felt a little guilty, lowered his head slightly, looked his friend in the eyes, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, if I made you have such a misunderstanding, it was my mistake."
"Look." Xueba's friend spread his hands, "Man, you are starting to exude your charm that has nowhere to go!"
"… "
Every evening, if Tan Yiming has no other work, he has to run 10 kilometers around the lake, but today, before his exercise plan was completed, he was called back to the dormitory by his friend, mysteriously, saying that he had something to discuss. .
Tan Yiming didn't know what medicine he was selling in the gourd. As soon as he returned to the dormitory, his friend pressed him on the sofa.
The friend's name is George, the same name as Paige's younger brother.
George said, "Oops, old talk, what do you think our relationship is like?"
This opening remarks predicts that something bad will happen.
Tan Yiming said, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. No matter how good the relationship is, I won't help you if you ask me to kill and set fire to it."
George said, "It's not as serious as murder and arson—hey, I've got a favor and I want your help."
Tan Yiming lifted his eyelids: "What are you busy with? Pretend your boyfriend is going home with you to see your mother-in-law?"
"..." George was choked, as if his reading skills were interrupted by a surprise attack, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "That's it, do you remember the last time the Student Federation organized an event, there was a The school girl from the School of Animation and Art came on stage and danced a ballet?"
"do not remember."
"Long hair, full head curtain, probably that high." George gestured on his chest, "I'm here to greet you."
"I really don't remember." Every time the student association organizes an event, the schoolgirls who come to greet him are either twenty or nineteen, how can he remember it.
George muttered, "drought, drought, flood, flood," and couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "The girl who confessed to you but was rejected by you and ran away crying!"
Now talk about it and remember it. The little girl borrowed the wine to strengthen her courage and walked over with a glass of wine. Without saying a word, she drank three glasses of herself, and then started a vigorous confession.
The end result was very tragic, Tan Yiming rejected her, and then the girl with a small body and a loud voice cried all the way into a fountain and ran away.
How should I put it, Tan Yiming has accepted thousands of confessions, but everyone is an adult, and they leave a little face for each other. His bottom line is that he will never make girls cry. Who would have thought that this girl would make herself cry.
Therefore, Tan Yiming was deeply impressed by her.
Tan Yiming said, "I remember. What's wrong?"
George was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and said, "That... she is dating me now."
"Oh?" This answer was really beyond Tan Yiming's expectations. But he thought about it. Although his friend George is not very outstanding in appearance, he has a first-class mind. He graduated from a top 2 university in China, and his graduate student received a full scholarship from the Ivy League. Now he is studying for Phd. And he has a good personality, whether it is a friend or a partner, he is a worthy object. So Tan Yiming said, "Congratulations. Then what?"
George was surprised: "You only have one word of congratulations? I thought you'd think like everyone else, saying I had shit luck, or 'Be careful of that girl, maybe she's trying to talk to you by talking to you. Love is close to chatting!"
Tan Yiming asked, "So she's dating you really to get close to me?"
"Fuck! Of course not!"
"It's incredible." Tan Yiming said, "So what did you call me back for? You don't talk so much with me, just to feed me dog food, right?"
So George said the serious thing.
It turned out that this girl was preparing an animation work and wanted to participate in the National College Student Animation Contest. She heard from George that Tan Yiming had a hobby of dubbing as an amateur, and hoped that he would dub her work.
Tan Yiming took back the smile on his face: "Did you tell her about me?"
"...Hey, that, old talk, I'm sorry for you!" George folded his hands together, and his fleshy face was full of flattery, "I blame my mouth for baldness! I really didn't mean to gossip about you. !But... But Xiao Rui is not an outsider, and she is in a hurry. Isn't she looking for everyone who can find it? I think she can't sleep well every day in order to catch up with this work, so I just... I just …”
Tan Yiming has always distinguished between his online identity and his three-dimensional identity very clearly. Except for a few confidants and friends around him, no one can combine the online "Wangqingyun Dashen" with the dazzling male gods on campus.
He entered the network distribution circle by accident. At the beginning, he just played casually. I never thought that he was indeed talented. Gradually, he gained a certain position in the circle, and he also gained a lot of sincere fans. .
Many CVs pay attention to a "personality", and gradually make this circle a little idolized. It is hoped that Qingyun will never reveal too much information about himself on the Internet. In addition to knowing that he is studying abroad, fans don't know anything about his age, appearance, school, and major.
He has always believed that the network belongs to the network, and life belongs to life. He does not want the Internet to disturb his life, nor does he want life to affect the Internet. He hoped that the two could be clearly separated, preferably without any connection.
Therefore, he specifically told George not to tell anyone about his assignment to a radio drama.
Tan Yiming asked him, "Did you tell her my screen name too?"
"That's not true! Really not!" George swore to God, "She asked, and I said I didn't know, so I went over there." , Brother Ming, Wang Qingyun the Great God... Can you help me?"
George twitched his three fingers and made a gesture of counting money: "I specifically asked you about it. She signed up for this competition, and the school provides a certain amount of money. For dubbing, they can come up with this number, but they have to Sign a contract for commercial dubbing. You said, you have been dubbing so many radio dramas, and it has always been a free service. You can get money this time, isn’t it okay?”
The author has something to say: this period of growing up is not only related to Guess, but also to Brother Ming. The poem in the article, in order to ensure the rhyme in Chinese, has been modified compared with the original lyrics. I highly recommend everyone to listen to this song, there are many cover versions.