Xiang Guess looked at the message on the screen and was stunned for several minutes.
Obviously it is the simplest Chinese, and obviously it has the clearest meaning, but his brain seems to be rusted, and he can't understand the meaning of these words after a long time.
He read it once, then read it again, then read it again…
As if reading it a few more times, the words will disappear out of thin air.
Wang Qingyun must have been hacked, right? Someone must have started such a prank on purpose, right
Xiang Guai didn't reply, he immediately went to Weibo to see his special attention.
But the reality is there - last night, Wang Qingyun updated a Weibo.
The content is short, only four words, and a picture.
@CV Wang Qingyun: Thank you, goodbye. [Share the song party poster]
The poster is simple in style, with a few lines printed on the light background, and the time of the song party and the YY room number are written.
And the name of the song club couldn't be clearer, and the word "farewell" was so dazzlingly printed at the top that no one could ignore it.
Xiang Guess: "… "
He opened the poster a little bigger, then narrowed it down to hide it. He repeats those unconscious movements rigidly, and his mind goes blank.
When he reacted, his hand had already entered a string of words into the dialog box.
guess:…
guess: Why do you want to quit the network matching circle
He was confused.
Guess: The other big withdrawals are because the three-dimensional element is too busy and has no time to touch the wheat. But Yun Da, your work is related to dubbing, so there is no need to quit the circle!
guess: [goose weeps].jpg
He met Qingyun because of radio dramas, and because of Wang Qingyun, he jumped into the big hole in the network distribution circle, and then joined the club and began to sing the theme song for other radio dramas.
It can be said that if he hadn't heard Wang Qingyun's voice and fell in love with him that day, then Xiang Gu would never have stepped into the online distribution world.
But the man who guided him, inspired him, and changed him was so easy to withdraw...
At this time, Tan Yiming happened to be online.
Seeing the words from the boy, he read his restlessness.
Yiming Qingyun: Guess, don't get excited.
Yiming Qingyun: I know that many network distribution cvs still use the original id after entering the business distribution, and also take some network distribution jobs in their spare time.
Bright Cloud: But my situation is different.
Yi Ming Qing Yun: I first debuted in the United States as a business partner, and I used my real name.
One of a kind: On the one hand, I don't want people to associate my two-dimensional identity with my real-life identity.
Yi Ming Qing Yun: On the other hand, I really lack energy, and there is no way to do both.
What is the relationship between commercial distribution and network distribution? Everyone has a different opinion.
Some people think that business matching is more "tall" than online matching, just like the difference between a debut artist and a street singer, the former can kill the latter several times.
Some people think that business distribution is full of copper odor. Except for a few famous top gods, everyone else is just eating, and there is no pure network distribution.
However, in Tan Yiming's view, network distribution and commercial distribution have neither affiliation, nor one is more noble than the other. These are two completely different, but mutually integrated circles. Business partners win in professionalism and maturity, while network partners win in pure and active.
These two circles, one represents his future, the other represents his past.
Along the way, he has received a lot of flowers and applause, and now he is going to embark on a new journey alone.
Tan Yiming was afraid that he could not speak clearly, so he made a voice call.
The phone was answered almost in seconds.
On both ends of the radio waves, neither of them spoke immediately.
All they could hear was each other's breathing.
The boy's breathing was soft, and he was worried and a little unexplainably angry.
Tan Yiming is afraid of guessing and not speaking. His little swan looks cute and cute, but is actually very stubborn and has a big temper.
"I'm sorry." Tan Yiming said softly, "I didn't mean to delay to tell you so late. I've thought about quitting the circle for a long time."
"Actually, there have been many people coming and going in this circle. I could have been like those retired CVs, gradually no longer receiving new ones, no longer appearing, and Weibo has become a monthly update and an annual update. A safe way to fade out of the fans' sight... In this case, after many years have passed, when my fans open a dusty folder and see a radio drama lying there, they suddenly remember: 'It seems like a long time ago , I have a favorite cv called Wang Qingyun'."
Although some fans will make jokes, they always say, "Wang Qingyun misses him on the first day he doesn't post on Weibo; misses him on the second day when he doesn't post on Weibo; misses him on the third day when he doesn't post on Weibo. Missing him..."... But in fact, after a hundred days, a thousand days, the symbol of Wang Qingyun will gradually fade out of their minds.
Just like a yellowed photo, before you know it, this love will also become a dusty memory in the album.
"—but I don't want this." Tan Yiming said, "I don't want to leave without any explanation."
"When I first entered this circle, I was a 'little transparent' who didn't understand anything and only had a passion. I didn't become a 'great god' by myself. The screenwriter, planner, director, post-production, and I acted together. cv, and the fans who cheered for me... Without them, I would be nothing." Tan Yiming's voice was full of nostalgia, "I want to say thank you to everyone. Because of them, there is hope. "
Although this song party is called a "farewell song party", Tan Yiming feels that it is actually more like a "confession song party".
Thank you to everyone who gave him so much love in this virtual online world and made him leave such wonderful memories in this circle.
He will remember countless pia nights, he will remember the rework over and over again, and he will also remember the tall buildings built for him.
It was them who made him discover his talent, and it was them who pushed him to embark on a career path.
"So guess what," Tan Yiming asked solemnly, "—are you willing to join me and send this confession to everyone?"
On the radio side, the young man's heart had already softened to a mess.
Because he is also a person who loves Wang Qingyun, it is the love of fans' worship to idols, and it is the humble love of secret lovers to their sweethearts.
He moved his lips, tears silently swept across his cheeks, and finally landed on the corners of his raised mouth: "...I do."
He gave his love without reciprocation, willingly.
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Tan Yiming originally planned that the song would be a little shorter, and there was no need to be too emotional. He is leaving the circle to say goodbye, not the body farewell, there is no need to send each other.
He would like to invite three or four CVs with good relationships to accompany a few classic dialogues on the spot; finally, he will collaborate with Little Swan on a song, and Guess will be responsible for singing.
No more than an hour and a half before and after, simple and efficient.
But he underestimated his influence.
The news that Wang Qingyun is about to withdraw from the online distribution circle can be called a nuclear bomb-level effect, and all the diving fans were blown up in an instant.
There was a lot of wailing in the comments, the discussion posts on the forum were connected one by one, his private messages were also full, and the QQ was ringing non-stop, and there was almost no time to stop.
Wang Qingyun has been active in the online matching circle for many years, and the number of high-quality dramas that he has been matched with is too many. His attacking voice is very textured, he can be mature and steady, but also high-spirited, I don't know how many people are "seduced" by his voice and jump into this circle, and once they get into the pit, it will be difficult to extricate themselves.
All the CVs who have worked with him scrambled to leave him a message, and they took the initiative to ask to be guests, and to come to the song party to "send" him.
Tan Yiming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he couldn't refuse everyone's wishes, so he could only keep stuffing people into the singing party, and the guest list was terrifyingly long.
Xiang Guai dragged the long poster and swiped down, and saw that his name appeared at the end of the show.
The names "guess" and "Wang Qingyun" are so close together that they snuggle up and down. One font is thin and delicate, and the other is upright and heavy, and it looks so harmonious.
This is the first and last time they have appeared together.
Xiang Gu reached out his hand and touched the words, as if he could touch that person.
At this moment, Xiang Guai suddenly sincerely envied those girls who dared to confess to him. Their youth is fearless, they dare to speak their love, even if they are destined to not respond, they are not willing to be silent.
But Xiang Guess lacked that kind of courage.
Because the distance between him and Wang Qingyun is too far.
It's not that the straits are so far apart, nor is it so far apart inside and outside the network. But the man has already ascended to the stars, but the boy is still wandering on the ground.
The 25-year-old Wang Qingyun has already found his future, but the 17-year-old Xiang Chai has just revealed a corner of his life. He has a long road ahead and a long way to go.
This is the distance he can never catch up.
He didn't want to easily characterize himself as "inferiority", which was more like a love mixed with worship. He knew that he couldn't compare with him now, so he would rather stay where he was and look up quietly.
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The farewell song will be selected on the night of the May Day holiday.
It starts at 8:00 and is expected to end at 12:00.
extremely long.
Generally speaking, the online number of most song clubs is gradually increasing. At first, there are not many listeners. As time goes on and the number of guests increases, the number of people will also increase.
But Wang Qingyun's farewell song party was not like that.
Before eight o'clock, a huge crowd of people gathered in yy's room. They were hopeful fans of Qingyun, fans of guests, and passers-by fans of the online distribution circle who were simply watching the fun.
Before the song party started, some people with poor network signals were stuck and dropped.
After the eight o'clock song meeting officially started, the number of people online increased sharply again, and then it stopped at that amount and hardly changed.
The status of Wang Qingyun in the circle is evident.
"Hello everyone, I'm Wang Qingyun." Mai Shang's man's voice was always mature and gentle. Like a lazy spring dream, finally reluctantly ushered in the end.
"Thank you all for coming to my farewell song," he said.
The public screen was instantly overwhelmed by everyone's emojis. Different from usual, when I looked at Qingyun on wheat before, all flowers appeared on the screen, but now there are countless crying expressions.
Even though the administrator has restricted everyone to speak once in 100 seconds, the public screen cannot be restrained from being flooded with tears.
"Yun Da, why do you want to retire? 555"
"Can you not leave? The great gods have retired one by one. I thought you would not leave..."
"I burst into tears! My only wish to enter the circle was to cooperate with the Great God once, but before I passed the exam, the Great God left..."
A sentence, too late to look carefully, it swiped across Tan Yiming's retina.
Behind every sentence, there are fans who are sad because of his retirement.
"I'm sorry." Tan Yiming sighed lightly, and the sigh passed through the earphones to everyone's ears, "I think many people know that I am studying in the United States now and will graduate this year. In this graduation season, I found the career I want to do, and the work will be very busy, so there is really no way to continue the activities of the network matching circle."
Many people in the network distribution circle are like this.
Graduation season, wedding, having children... Gradually, the little friends who used to be intimate in the second dimension go further and further away, and they are scattered all over the world without knowing it. The memory of the past turned into a piece of gravel, someone's gravel slipped through the fingers, and someone's gravel was wrapped in layers, and finally turned into a white pearl.
Tan Yiming hopes that he can also become a pearl, leaving a warm light in the hearts of everyone who likes him.
The microphone was on his lips, so close that his breathing was clearly recorded.
"Actually, you don't need to be so sad." He said, "Although I quit the circle, I did not disappear out of thin air. I am still there, my Weibo will not be cancelled, my Q group will not be disbanded, and the radio dramas I have played Still in your favorites."
"I left, it doesn't mean I didn't show up."
There are always people complaining that the current network distribution circle is not as simple as it used to be, and the relationship between people and people is becoming more and more complicated, and they have to fight almost every week. Tan Yiming has not been so "innocent" since his debut, and more or less there will always be some pickled things that haunt him.
But no matter how many times you fight, no matter how much fan and black, a cv will still use your work to speak.
Tan Yiming is very fortunate that he has left a lot of works in the past few years. Either the main role, or the matching; all ages, beautiful;... These works are the crystallization of his painstaking efforts, and he can proudly say that he has devoted 100% of his efforts to matching each work.
Each character becomes alive because of him, and he also becomes mature and powerful because of each character.
"Thank you for giving me so much love." Tan Yiming laughed, "And today, let me return your love."
The guests went to the microphone one by one, and the program continued one by one. Some shows are funny, some are sensational, and every guest at the end of the show will always have a chat with Wang Qingyun.
Everyone sent their blessings to Wang Qingyun, wishing him all the best in Sanyuan, and hope that he will have the opportunity to "come back and have a look" in the future.
"It will definitely be." Tan Yiming said, "Actually, I am very close to you, maybe we can meet again in a while."
Because there were too many guests, the second president, who was the chief planner, set aside twelve minutes for each guest. Before everyone went to the mic, the second child urged them not to overtime, because once it was overtime, it would affect the subsequent programs. After all, most of the fans are students. If the whole song is too long, they will have to rest and sleep before they hear Wang Qingyun's goodbye.
But in this atmosphere, everyone can't control their emotions when they chat.
One of the planners cried directly on Mai Shang. When she was a newcomer, she worked with Wang Qingyun. At that time, she was full of mistakes and mistakes. Because of her lack of experience, she was severely pinched by fans of the original book after the show was released. At that time, Wang Qingyun patiently enlightened her, helped her analyze the problem, and let her regain her confidence, and finally did not quit the circle.
She had countless things to say, but there was only one thank you after another.
Wang Qingyun's popularity is very good. He has helped many people, and all his collaborators have praised him. Everyone will say a few more words when they go to the wheat, and as a result, there will be less time later.
Xiang Guai's show was the last to appear, and at this time, there was not much time left before the song would end.
Before he went to the mic, the second son knocked him privately, and told him guiltily that the originally scheduled 12-minute program time was now reduced to five minutes. I hope he doesn't talk on the mic for too long. Anyway, he and Wang Qingyun have a very close personal relationship. Okay, we can talk slowly after getting off the mic.
"It's okay." Xiang Guess replied word by word, "I can't take five minutes."
"what?"
"I just sing a song and don't speak."
The boy flicked his fingers and typed a series of words on the keyboard - "Because, if I want to say, my song will convey it for me."
In order to fit the dual theme of confession and farewell, Xiang Guai finally selected the song "Puisque c'est ma rose", a very moving episode in the musical "The Little Prince".
Song of the Rose.
There are thousands of roses in this world, but only one rose is unique to you.
What exactly is this rose? Is it love? Is it a dream? Inspiration? Or a different person? There are countless interpretations of it, but in Xiang Chai's eyes, Wang Qingyun is his rose.
And now, he's going to dedicate this song to his rose.
The accompaniment sounded, melodious and melodious.
Obviously this is a song, but it can fall into my ears, as if I can smell the fragrance of roses.
The boy sings to the soundtrack—
"There will be a rose in this world,
In the eyes of passersby,
like other roses.
But I know the difference between roses:
No one domesticates them,
Nor did they domesticate anyone.
Only mine is different. "
Yes, the little prince was domesticated by a rose.
Xiang Gu was domesticated by Tan Yiming.
When Tan Yiming didn't know, in a corner that Tan Yiming didn't know, the boy would toss and turn because of his sentence and a punctuation mark.
"I watered him,
I protect him,
I like to listen to him too.
Because he is my rose.
I guard him,
I consoled him,
I love him,
Because he is my rose. "
On another piece of land tens of thousands of kilometers away, Tan Yiming subconsciously held down his earphones with both hands and listened to the flowing songs.
Tan Yiming has heard Xiang Guai sing many times.
His singing often carries an unparalleled vitality, which is injected into people's hearts like a clear spring.
But this time, Xiang Gu's singing changed.
There was something indescribable in his singing, like the first fire that was about to ignite in the forest, like the first ray of light after the cloud opened. He suppressed himself, and at the same time indulged himself, what feelings were deeply hidden in his singing, and he was about to break out of the cocoon.
Tan Yiming: "…"
He listened to the singing coming from the earphone in a daze, his fingers clenched unconsciously.
He hoped that he heard it wrong, that he was thinking too much... But the emotion contained in this song was so surging that he couldn't ignore it at all.
If you don't understand it, you're wasting your mind.
Just as Xiang Gu said, his singing voice will speak for him what he wants to say—those cowardly and afraid to say.
When the last note fell, Xiang Gu's "Song of the Rose" also came to an end.
"At the time of parting,
I want to tell you a secret.
the time you spend on roses,
that makes it so important. "
He sang this song with all his strength. He didn't care whether the fans understood it or not. He just hoped that his singing voice, his thoughts, and the feelings he couldn't express could make his roses understand.
Guess did it.
After singing this song, Xiang Guai didn't say a word, and hurriedly got off the microphone. As he said before, he doesn't need to express any more blessings or testimonials, all his feelings will be conveyed by singing for him.
The public screen was filled with messages. Many people had never heard this song, but they were all overwhelmed by the romance and sadness in the song.
Wang Qingyun is not only Xiang Gu's rose, he is also the flower in the hearts of countless fans.
They were domesticated by a flower, and they were never forgotten even when they left.
…
After Little Swan got off the wheat, Tan Yiming wanted to chat with him.
But he opened the dialog box between the two, but he didn't know what to say.
They have known each other for so long that they have even been involved in each other's short lives.
Xiang Guai witnessed Tan Yiming's confusion, and Tan Yiming had listened to Xiang Guai's vulnerability.
Tan Yiming's fingers tapped on the keyboard. Every time he wanted to say something, he could only delete one word at a time.
He wanted to say thank you to Little Swan, and wanted to say sorry.
Deletion and deletion, growth and growth, Tan Yiming laughed at himself so hesitantly hesitating, obviously he only had to come up with the rhetoric of dealing with other suitors... But in the face of Guess, he wanted to minimize the pain degree.
But before he could organize the language, the second child hurriedly found him.
[Voice Moving Jiuxiao - Second Child]: My day, what are you doing!
[Voice Moves Jiuxiao - Second Child]: It's time for you to get on the wheat, why don't you make a sound for a long time!
[Born to Old Jiuxiao—Second Child]: I am so embarrassed that my scalp is numb!
Yiming Qingyun: ... I'm here.
He fixedly looked at the dialog between him and Xiang Guess, looked at the words that had not been sent, and finally closed it.
Don't be in a hurry, wait until after the song party and have a good chat with Little Swan.
Tan Yiming was hugged to Mai again.
The host changed the background to a soft and soothing pure music, woven by the sound of piano and violin, beating in the ears of every listener.
Everyone knows that the time to say goodbye has come.
Twelve o'clock is coming.
In fairy tales, twelve o'clock is a magical time.
In reality, twelve o'clock represents the end of the day and a new day is coming.
Tan Yiming said a lot on Mai.
He thanked all the friends who helped him and all the fans who loved him. He recalled his mental journey in the past few years when he entered the network distribution circle, and was filled with emotion.
"I met a lot of people, and I was met by a lot of people." The music was gurgling, and his voice was like a small boat floating on the music, down the river, "Thank you for your love, for making me a better person. me."
This is Wang Qingyun's confession to all fans.
At the same time, this is also Tan Yiming's farewell to Xiang Guess.
He never knew that he once turned into a beam of light, illuminating Xiang Gu's entire world.
In the part of the network cable, in every corner of this land, there are people who are secretly hurt.
The public screen was already covered with countless whimpering, and they all hoped that in the last few minutes, Wang Qingyun could change his mind and stay.
But that is impossible.
Tan Yiming is a firm man, and the decisions he makes will never change.
He took a few pages of paper at hand, and the sound of turning the pages was transmitted along the radio waves.
"In the last few minutes," he said, "let me read another story to you."
Someone asked what to read.
"The Little Prince," he replied. "Remember, the little prince finally left, not by death, but by flying to the planet he longed for."
What he read aloud was not the original novel.
It was the last song sung by the little prince when he said goodbye to the pilot in the musical—
"My little prince is from the sky,
from the stars,
brought by swallows.
He made my earthly imagination grow wings. "
There is no story in this world that is warmer and more suitable for saying goodbye than the little prince.
"The little prince came from nowhere,
from an unknown planet.
He had to leave here by accident,
But I will never forget what he looked like. "
In a place separated by day and night, Xiang Guai hugged his legs quietly and listened to the sound coming from the earphones.
This is "The Little Prince", the little prince he has never understood.
He understood the pride of the rose, the tenderness of the fox, and the loneliness of the snake, but he did not understand the heart of the little prince.
He thought, what was the little prince looking for when he descended from his planet? Are you looking for a partner, are you looking for the meaning of life, or are you looking for another rose
The little prince ventured in this world, he had seen so many things, but no one could replace the flower in his heart.
Xiang Gu sometimes feels that he is like a little prince.
He has friends who can talk about everything, feet that can carry him to fly, and a singing voice that can express his feelings.
But there is a person living in his heart, so even though he has seen so many scenery, he still can't fill the vacancy in his heart.
In the earphones, the man's voice continued.
"We all have a rose in our hearts,
The volcanoes there terrify us.
There are so many sunsets there,
a desire to disappear,
and our good times. "
How amazing is this, Tan Yiming is clearly far beyond Xiang Gu's reach, but his voice can travel across the ocean, echoing in the young man's heart.
The lyrics of this song are all too familiar to Guess.
He opened his lips, and the last lyric flowed out naturally as if it was printed on his heart.
At the same time, the man in the earphone also recited it.
— "On this vast planet..."
— "On this vast planet..."
A teardrop fell.
The second the tears fell, Xiang Gu suddenly understood the little prince.
—“…we’ll meet again eventually.”
—“…we’ll meet again eventually.”
…
The song will end in a sound of retention.
Tan Yiming got off the microphone in a hurry and reopened the chat box of guess.
However, in all the sentences he sent, only a dazzling red exclamation mark was retracted.
[System prompt: You are not friends with the user, and the user settings do not allow anyone to be added as a friend]
Tan Yiming suddenly realized that his little swan just flew away.
-End of the top-
The author has something to say: this chapter has been written for nearly 20 hours, and I have changed it over and over. I have lost my ability to read, and I don’t know if I have expressed what I want to express.
The upper part is finished here, and everything is left to everyone to judge.
I'm going to take a day off to fix the outline of the lower part, see you on Thursday night.
After one day, the world will be five years later.
ps: The original version of "The Little Prince Musical" is in French. All the lyrics involved in this chapter have been modified on the basis of the translation from the Internet (in order to match the sentiment of the article), so there must be some words and sentences that are different. Respect Please understand.