Due to the weather, all flights to Hwaseong were delayed.
Xiang Guai's plane hovered in the sky for a long time before it landed at Hwaseong Airport.
Xiang Guai came back in a hurry. He only brought a small suitcase with him. He hurried out of the pick-up channel. Immediately, a black car driver came over to stop the passenger, claiming to be a regular Didi, but the price was higher than a taxi Two or three times.
"Young man, let's go!" The driver of the black car eagerly wanted to take the bag for Xiang Guai. He was tall and big, with a stubborn face, a string of wooden beads on his neck, and a small circle of walnuts on his wrist. He seems to be enthusiastic, but there is such a strong buying and selling stance. "I really don't want much for the price. If you don't believe me, go ask me. Now the taxis will have to queue for at least an hour. If you see that you are in a hurry, you should get in my car!"
Saying that, the black car driver dragged Xiang Gu to the parking lot.
Just then, a male voice sounded behind them.
"Brother, you can pick up the work, but you can't justify intercepting other people's guests, right?" After speaking, the man's well-defined palm pressed over, and took Xiang Guai's suitcase back directly from the black car driver.
"You..." The driver of the black car looked back, and saw the man behind him was tall and slender, looking like Zhou Zheng.
The airport is a very special place, and the black car drivers who can come to pick up work look familiar to each other. But this one is indeed a raw face.
The driver of the black car asked suspiciously, "...Are you running for Didi?"
"No." The man smiled, "I'm Lala."
Black car driver: "???"
The man turned to look at Xiang Gu who was silent on the side: "This is my old client."
Xiang Guess: "… "
Man: "Right, old client?"
Xiang Guai: "Yes." He said helplessly, "Master Tan, it's hard for you to pick me up."
Tan Yiming laughed loudly, wrapped Xiang Guai's shoulder with one hand and the suitcase with the other, and took him away from the sight of the driver of the black car.
Tan Yiming's car was parked in the underground garage, Xiang Gu's plane was delayed by more than three hours, and Tan Yiming waited in the pick-up hall for more than three hours.
He knew that Xiang Guai would be on stage in a while, afraid that he would not have time to eat, so he went to the convenience store next to him to buy two sandwiches and a bottle of coffee. He never thought that in such a few minutes, Xiang Gu would almost be kidnapped by another driver halfway. .
Tan Yi asked triumphantly, "Am I saving the princess from the dragon?"
Xiang Gu asked back, "I'm the princess, so what are you?"
Tan Yiming's intuition was deceitful, but he really couldn't figure out where the pit was, so he could only follow his words: "Uh... Am I a prince or a hero?"
Xiang Guess pulled out a red hat from a corner, and put it on Tan Yiming's head: "I think you can be a Super Mary."
The car started and slowly drove out of the airport along the flow of traffic.
It was still raining outside the window, and the wipers swayed from side to side. They had just wiped clean, but were quickly blurred by the rain.
Xiang Guess's cell phone kept ringing, and the news in the work group burst out without stopping for a moment.
After a while, the producer called and asked anxiously where Xiang had guessed.
"Just got off the plane... Enen... It's been delayed for a few hours... Well, I know I don't have time for rehearsal... Sister Yan'er please take me... Well, well, don't worry, I'm already in the car... My friend will pick you up... We're almost there now—"
Tan Yiming listened with pricked ears, and immediately added: "—On the expressway, just passed the fifth ring road."
So Xiang Guai obediently said to the phone, "I'm on the expressway, it's just past the fifth ring road."
Tan Yiming added: "It's a bit of a traffic jam, it's expected to take more than an hour to arrive."
So Xiang Guai parroted his tongue: "The front is very crowded, and it will take more than an hour to get there."
The producer on the phone gave a few words of advice, and Xiang Gu answered honestly one by one. Che Gulu talked back and forth for more than ten minutes before hanging up.
Tan Yiming asked, "Your leadership?"
"It's the producer." Xiang Guai sighed, "I originally booked the earliest flight today. I plan to arrive at the theater at noon, and I still have time to get in touch with the crew. Who would have thought that the plane would be delayed, there is no time for rehearsal, and when it arrives, I will Get your makeup on now."
Although everyone has the same script in their hands, each actor has a different understanding of the role and will incorporate his own style into the performance.
For example, the male protagonist played by Xiang Gu has a little more youthful spirit; and the injured male protagonist this time has a mature and romantic performance style... It is precisely because of the different interpretations of the cast that the audience will be attracted to the theater again and again. Set of cards.
Sister Yan'er, the heroine of the North China tour group, is a contracted artist of Happy Pancakes, and she is also the first card of the show. Xiang Gua is inevitably nervous to play with her. He is worried that he will not perform well and will be overwhelmed by her light on the stage. Live and let the audience down.
Hearing his concern, Tan Yiming was quite surprised: "So you were also afraid before going on stage?"
"Who wouldn't be afraid?" Xiang Guai said lightly, "I am afraid that I will forget my words, that I will be out of tune, that I will not dance high enough, that I will not sing well enough... Every time I stand in the spotlight, I am actually afraid. I'm afraid that I can't give life to the characters, I'm afraid that I can't bring the audience to think... But it is because of fear that I have the motivation to spur myself to get to where I am today."
It's not just fear, it's an awe of the stage. Only after crossing the abyss can you reach the peak.
Xiang Gu suddenly asked, "Have you ever been afraid of the microphone?"
"I've never been afraid of a microphone. After all, we were standing in a soundproof room when we recorded, and there was nothing but our own voice and the picture in front of us, and our fault tolerance rate was much higher than yours. It's a big deal to re-record the wrong lines. "…" Tan Yiming paused and smiled wistfully, "…but I would be afraid of other things the microphone brings to me."
The world of adults cannot escape the word fame and fortune, and the business and matching circle is also half of the entertainment circle, and there should be no less troubles.
Tan Yiming's original intention in founding the studio was just to dub with a group of like-minded friends. However, as the company got bigger and bigger, he found that there was less and less time for him to dub, and he focused more on company decision-making, business performances and various chores.
In addition to the identity of "cv Wang Qingyun", he is still a dubbing director, a class leader, and a boss.
It even made him laugh and cry. The business department handed in a feasibility report not long ago, suggesting that the entertainment industry should operate a fan support group in the form of a fan support group to operate Wang Qingyun's fan group... He felt irritated just by looking at this report. , hurriedly called back.
He's just a voice actor and he wants his fans to love him for his voice and not for some other mess.
Speaking of this, Tan Yiming sighed leisurely, but he never thought that another sigh could be heard beside him at the same time.
Tan Yiming was stunned for a moment, and asked Xiang Gu, "What are you sighing for?"
Xiang Guai was also taken aback: "Did I sigh just now?"
"certainly!"
"Could it be that you heard it wrong?"
"What's wrong with that? There's no third person in the car."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two fell silent at the same time.
Tan Yiming stared at the rear-view mirror, and Xiang Guai turned his head a little, a little, and looked at the rear seat.
Good thing - it's empty.
The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Tan Yiming said, "So you should admit that it was you who sighed!"
"It's your fault if you want to." Xiang Guai said angrily, "Sighing is contagious, you must have infected me!"
"Comrade Xiao Xiang, I've only heard that colds are contagious, and this is the first time I've heard that sighing is contagious!"
The two bickered all the way, and the dull atmosphere just now was washed away unconsciously.
The car sped along the highway and soon turned off the Fourth Ring Road. Because of the heavy rain, the city was very blocked, and the radio skipped several stations, all talking about the heavy rain.
Tan Yiming suggested that it is better to listen to music
Xiang Guai also felt bored, so he took out his mobile phone and connected it to the car stereo.
Tan Yiming thought that Xiang Gu would play some excerpts from musicals, such as "The Phantom of the Opera", "Romeo and Juliet" or something... Then he thought that a few seconds later, melodious pop music wafted from the speakers.
Xiang Guai squinted his eyes, leaned in the passenger seat, his fingers swayed left and right like a baton, and he hummed the song in a low voice.
"… the most beautiful is not the rainy day,
It's the eaves that sheltered you from the rain..."
Familiar lyrics, familiar music, although Tan Yiming can't remember the name of the song for a while, he still knows that this song comes from the most famous male artist in Taiwan.
Tan Yiming asked unexpectedly: "So musical actors also listen to popular songs?"
"What on earth do you misunderstand us about?" Xiang Chai sat up from his seat and hummed angrily, "Now that comedians are going to perform 'Learn to Meow', musical actors must also keep pace with the times. what!"
He muttered: "We always go to KTV, right? If there are not a few down-to-earth songs, wouldn't the class reunion have to be used as a display next to it?"
"Yo, I didn't expect you to be a Maiba." Tan Yiming said deliberately.
"It's a little bit stronger than someone like Tan Tan, who sings out of tune." But listening to the boy's proud little tone, it's not just a little bit stronger.
"Besides, this is not a 'betrayal of the revolution'." Xiang Chai raised his head high, "This song was originally the theme song of a movie, but it was later remade into a musical, which is the rarest 'jukebox musical'. The first one in the country!"
Tan Yiming likes to watch him talk about his profession the most, with his small eyes shining like a little dragon guarding a treasure, showing his collection to others with great interest.
In the sound, the piano and the violin were entangled and rushed to the top together.
It's a song with a sad tone, and it sings the images of lovers after they have broken up and reunited.
"...you use your fingertips to stop me from saying goodbye
Why change, the time that has been missed? …”
Xiang Gues shook his shoulders unconsciously and swayed with the notes.
The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, forming a curtain of water, crashing on the car window.
Sisi Coolness crept in through the gap in the car window, and Tan Yiming asked Xiang Guai if it was cold
Xiang Guise shrank for a moment, stomped his feet in hindsight, and shrank his body.
One autumn rain and one cold, the first rain in Huacheng was caught up by Xiang Gu.
Tan Yiming turned on the heater in the car and felt that the wind was not strong enough, so he reached out and adjusted the air outlet. He would have thought that Xiang Gu would also reach out at the same time.
So, the two fingers collided like this.
Xiang Gu was afraid of the cold and his fingertips were cold, while Tan Yiming's palm was hot.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, obviously it was just a normal physical contact, but just that one square centimeter of skin overlapped, but it caused the whole soul to vibrate.
Xiang Guai retracted his hand first, and said indifferently, "Electrostatic..."
Tan Yiming's appearance was normal, and he controlled his expression and voice, trying not to reveal his faults. "Well..." he mumbled, "in autumn, static electricity is normal."
He randomly pushed the air outlet a few times, and he couldn't tell whether he had turned the air up or down.
He looked away, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, not allowing himself to be distracted by anything else.
The title of the song, "The Secret That Can't Be Told," scrolled on the car screen.
Tan Yiming thought, this song really fits the occasion.
Because between him and Xiang Chai, there is also a secret that each other knows but cannot tell.