The animation "Slow Voice" tells the story of a boy who was born in a village in the 1970s. Through his own efforts, he walked out of the mountain village step by step, said goodbye to his former classmates, relatives, friends and lovers, and traveled alone across the ocean to come to America takes root. Countless days, the dream of standing out urged him to move forward; countless nights, the deep nostalgia entangled him, making him unable to sleep. In the end, when he became famous and returned home, he found that the small mountain village that had supported him through countless lonely days had already changed its appearance. The only thing that doesn't change is that after the sunset, the clappers at the street corner are urging him to go home. But... where is home again
This is a very literary story, full of nostalgia and loneliness. The Chinese-style ink painting style combined with the latest animation technology, Shang Xiaorui and her classmates are full of great confidence in this work.
It's just that they haven't found a suitable male voice to dub this work.
She hopes that the male voice does not need to be so fluent and "American" in English, but it must make the audience have a strong sense of resonance. It should be like the most gentle sword, the softest stone, which can fall into the hearts of the audience heavily and heavily.
After Tan Yiming got the script and the demo, he tried to read it several times in the dormitory.
And this time, he will give his voice in front of everyone in this most professional recording studio.
Tan Yiming thought that the uncontrollable tension would continue forever, and he might have to look for a state all night tonight.
But when he stood in front of the microphone and watched the light sign [on air] on the wall, the nervousness suddenly subsided in an instant.
An indescribable coldness poured in from the top of his head and spread around his back, dispelling the self-doubt deep in his heart.
Hot flashes, stiff legs, dry throat... all of this is gone.
He is not him, he is the protagonist in the play.
"He" has experienced turbulent times, "he" is full of the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and "he" bravely set foot on another continent. "He" is like a young bird leaving the nest, longing for a new world while thinking of his homeland.
This is the male lead's one-man show, but it's not just a one-man show.
"He" went through parting and suffered hardships. When "he" finally stood firm and looked back on his life, he left only heavy memories.
"He" has encountered so many people and things, but the belief that supports him moving forward has never changed.
only. It's time, it's time to go home.
"He" also wanted to go back to see the bird's nest where "he" was released, and the pool that gave birth to him.
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For the entire thirteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds of the plot, Tan Yiming did not stop, and poured out all his emotions in one breath.
He was reading a poem, a poem of life.
The animation demo on the LCD TV in front of him is simple and abstract, like a silent mime. Tan Yiming's voice is the only catharsis of this mime.
When the last syllable fell, when the picture was wrapped in a golden-red sunset - this story finally came to an end.
Tan Yiming stood there in a daze, as if he hadn't played yet.
He stared blankly at the screen, at the microphone, at the desk book in his hand... Even he himself never thought that his condition would be so good.
Thirteen minutes of monologue, not a single stumbling, not a single mistake. The emotion of every sentence is so right.
Naturally.
He waited quietly for a while, waiting for the turbulent emotion to fade from his chest. He slowly took off the monitor headphones, turned around, and looked at the glass window behind him.
This time, he was no longer a monster hiding behind a mirror and peeping at the world, but a god standing in the mirror and examining all kinds of expressions.
In the outer room, Shang Xiaorui covered her mouth and burst into tears.
George raised his thumb at him, shouting something, blushing with excitement.
And Yao Yin...
Across the transparent glass window, Yao Yin's smile bloomed like an elegant water lily.
The young man pressed the call button next to him and said something.
Tan Yiming was not heard.
Yao Yin pointed to the monitor earphone, and Tan Yiming put it on again.
In the earphones, the young man's cold voice is like spring water pouring into a cup, which is pleasant to the ears.
"Tan Yiming," Yao Yin said clearly, "Have you considered taking a career path?"
"..." Tan Yiming was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He thought to himself what was going on, why people around him started to get together and asked him if he wanted to be a professional voice actor? "Thanks, but I never thought of that."
"Really? You can think about it again." Yao Yin said without giving an inch, "Your voice is unique, not only in good condition, but also very infectious. This is a talent that many people can't ask for. I have a lot of friends in this circle, if you want to pick up a job, I can introduce you."
"Not really." Tan Yiming shrugged, "Dubbing is just my hobby, and I'm very satisfied with my current job, so there's no need to exchange interest for money."
Tan Yiming's refusal was merciless.
Yao Yin wanted to say something, but George next to him rushed over with a look of excitement and snatched the call button.
"Damn it! The old talker is awesome!!" George screamed strangely, "I only heard you read those disgusting love stories before, but I didn't expect you to be serious, so charming!!!"
Tan Yiming thanked George for helping him to divert the topic. He followed the other party's words and chatted a few more words, diluting the awkward atmosphere just now.
After George finished speaking, the call button was passed to Xiao Rui again.
Shang Xiaorui managed to stop her tears, and her eyes were glistening with tears.
"Senior Brother Tan, you're really amazing!" She looked at him with the eyes of an idol. First, she blew a lot of rainbow farts, and then quickly adjusted her state. She began to use her identity as an animation director and pointed out Tan Yiming's dubbing. a few minor flaws.
The normal dubbing recording is one sentence, one sentence recorded. Almost no one can do it in one go like Tan Yiming.
The advantage of doing it in one go is that the emotions are continuous and continuous; the disadvantage is that the rhythm in some places may be slightly wrong by a few milliseconds, and the character's mouth is not matched, but this can be fine-tuned by the computer.
Xiao Rui, who was on the tip of her ear, also heard three or four mispronunciations. It was not a big problem. Tan Yiming re-recorded those few sentences twice, and it was quickly settled.
The speed at which he completed the task exceeded everyone's expectations, and everyone had a lot of time free, and they were quite at a loss.
Just when everyone was discussing whether to leave the stage early, Yao Yin suddenly said: "Before Xiaorui asked me to help me write the piano soundtrack, but I haven't started writing. I just listened to Tan Yiming's soundtrack, and I got a little inspiration. If you have nothing to do If so, would you like to hear me play the piano?"
Xiao Rui's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded and said, "Okay, okay," as she circled around the rose like a little butterfly.
Yao Yin took them to another recording studio with a piano.
He sat upright in front of the piano, his wrists raised and then dropped, ten fingers shuttled on the keys, sometimes brisk, sometimes lingering. When he was playing the piano, Xiaorui was lying on the piano box, supporting her chin with both hands, listening fascinatedly.
He's really talented, he just improvises, plays a section, stops, takes a pen to record it, and then plays another section.
When encountering unpredictable syllables, he would turn his head and communicate with Xiaorui in a low voice. His attitude is decent and gentle, and occasionally chats with the two men who are watching next to him, and he does not neglect them.
But the more George looked at it, the more strange it seemed.
He scratched a few hairs on the top of his head, moved to Tan Yiming's side, and said in an angry voice, "You said he deliberately left us here, why? If Xiao Rui said he was gay, I really think he was right. Xiaorui's plot is wrong. Oh, isn't this the legendary 'If you want to pick up a girl, pretend to be gay first'?"
Tan Yiming gave him a funny look: "Qiao Dafu, I really didn't see it..."
George: "Don't see anything?"
Tan Yiming: "You said I've raised you for so long, how come I didn't find out until now that you still protect food?"
George didn't respond for a long time.
It wasn't until a minute later that he roared: "Damn it! Who are you talking about as a dog!!"
While George was staring at his food, Tan Yiming silently watched the playing video recorded on his mobile phone, moved his fingers, and sent it to Weibo.
At this time, he didn't know how much trouble his seemingly small action would bring to a certain little fan on the other side of the ocean.
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Huawu High School does not allow students to bring mobile phones into the classroom, but it is used secretly in the dormitory, and no one will care.
In fact, Xiang Gu seldom used his mobile phone because he didn't have anyone to contact.
His former classmates and friends gradually disappeared as he dropped out of school and repeated his studies. And his relatives... not to mention.
He was using the most common thousand-dollar Android phone, which he paid for when the operator held an event.
With such a mobile phone, playing games and watching videos are not smooth. The only use of the mobile phone for him is to watch the time.
If it wasn't for looking at the clouds, Xiang Gu wouldn't even download Weibo at all.
Qi Ji is a standard two-dimensional girl. She not only taught him to register a Weibo account, but also took the initiative to interact with him.
She is different from him, she likes too many things, online matchmaking, games, crispy duck literature, she also has to be distracted to list her favorite boy group... She has thousands of dollars, she said that every day when she surfs the Internet , It feels like Wu Zetian entered the harem, I don't know which little fresh meat to be lucky with today.
But Xiang Guess is different. Xiang Guai pays special attention to only one person, and that is the Great God Wang Qingyun.
He had also listened to other people's radio dramas, but their voices lacked the feeling that stirred his soul.
"It's called life!" Qi Ji said, "There can be countless walls in one's life, but there can only be one life!" She patted him on the shoulder and said old-fashioned, "I really envy you, as soon as you entered the circle, I've found my destiny, unlike me - I've lived in a thousand flowers, everyone is fine. Who is my prince charming?"
Xiang Gu felt that her description was a bit strange.
"I like Wang Qingyun, I adore him like I like idols." He blushed, "Unlike your girls, I want to fall in love with idols."
Qi Ji snorted, feeling that he was suspected of sexism and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Every day after Xiang Guai turned off the lights, he would secretly take out his mobile phone from under the covers, and browse Wang Qingyun's Weibo with the blinding light of the screen.
Wang Qingyun seldom posts on Weibo, and unless there is a drama, he seldom comes out of the water.
However, Xiang Guai still watched with relish - he would follow Wang Qingyun's attention and go to other cv's Weibo to take a look. I will also click on the planned Weibo of the dramas, and browse the comments one by one.
A few times with great luck, he really "caught" traces of Wang Qingyun under other people's Weibo.
Even if the great god just left an emoji with [like] and [smile], it made him feel happy.
Through this method, Xiang Gu gradually found out about the circle of friends of the Great God. He knows which dubbing club Wang Qingyun belongs to, which CVs he has cooperated with, and which planners he has made good friends with. He can even piece together the image of the Great God in the eyes of others through the few words left by other members of the club on Weibo. .
Xiang Chai didn't know that his behavior was called "Stoka"; he also didn't realize that his attention to Wang Qingyun was beyond the normal range.
Wang Qingyun's latest original Weibo is still on the video of the piano playing.
The performer covered his face with a smiling emoji, his dexterous fingers jumped on the keyboard, and the lingering and beautiful sound of the piano flowed out. It was a piece that Xiang Gu had never heard before.
Wang Qingyun said that this song was originally created by his friend.
Xiang Gu didn't know how many times he had listened to this tune repeatedly, it seemed that after listening to it one more time, he would be able to "soul wear" the performer in the video.
But he knew it was impossible... Just like what Qi Ji said, if you want to play as well as a friend of the great god, it is better to hope that you will become a friend of the great god.
But how can you become a friend of the Great God
Xiang Guai was lying on his side on the bed, his fingers scrolled down Weibo unconsciously—refresh—his special attention popped up a new piece of content! !
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