The planning of Spring Cafe is progressing steadily, Jiang Ying submitted the preliminary plan, Li Zhicheng did not make much comments after the trial, but stopped for a long time on the image of the new character, and finally did not say anything, let Jiang Ying complete it. Submit it to the programming department as soon as possible.
Everything went well, but there were some twists and turns when looking for a voice actor for Jian Ying.
It's not hard to find a mature and gentle male voice, but after trying a few CVs, Jiang Ying is not satisfied enough.
Ji Han quickly searched for all the voice actors in the circle who were suitable for this style, but Jiang Ying still shook her head and asked her to look for it again.
"Sister, there is no way, I think Teacher He Feng is quite suitable."
Jiang Ying thought for a while, and said, "The sound is good, but it still lacks the feeling."
Ji Han poked at the table with the pen. If Jiang Ying hadn't been nice to her, she would have thought that this was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Ji Han thought for a while and said, "Do you have a favorite candidate? Big boss level? Then we may not be able to invite them."
Jiang Ying leaned back on the chair, changed his sitting position, and denied, "No one chooses."
Ji Han wanted to cry without tears: "Then why don't you think about Teacher He Feng anymore?"
He Feng is a well-known voice actor in the circle. He has a variety of timbres and voices, but he is most famous for his gentle sonorous voice.
It was the best choice for him to dub Jianying.
Ji Han's words made Jiang Ying reflect on himself.
She seems to be in the wrong direction. She should have chosen a voice actor for Jian Ying, but now she has become obsessed with finding a voice similar to Yun Xian.
It's easy to go wrong with personal feelings.
Jiang Ying rubbed her brow bone with her knuckles and said to Ji Han, "Let me listen to He Feng's audio again."
When Ji Han heard that there was still a play, he quickly found the clip and clicked to play.
He Feng recorded three lines that Jian Ying first met Su Xiao.
-"welcome."
"Maybe, maybe we've met before."
— "Be careful with your latte. Have a nice weekend."
He Feng is worthy of being a professional CV, without background music and pictures, these three sentences restore the most essential tone, as clear as a spring, as warm as jade, polite, humble and restrained in the heart are all just right.
Really good.
"Let's settle on Teacher Hefeng." Jiang Ying decided.
"Yeah! I'll go tell the teacher right away!" Ji Han swept away his previous frustration and jumped up from his chair.
Jiang Ying realized something, and squinted at her: "Entrained with private goods?"
Ji Han smiled shyly: "No, they just think the teacher is a good fit, and they are very happy to see him selected."
Jiang Ying smiled and waved her hand, telling her to contact the actors to prepare for the official recording.
The conference room was quiet, Jiang Ying got up, dragged the progress bar to play the audio again.
He Feng is suitable for Jian Ying, but not like Yun Xian.
After listening to so many voices, I haven't found one that is somewhat similar.
The voice lines of the voice actors have been professionally trained and polished, the timbre and intonation are almost perfect, and the speed and weight of each line are well grasped.
Because of this, he speaks a little less naturally and casually than usual, and always holds a little bit when facing the microphone.
Yun Xian's voice was not so amazing, the words he said were gentle and unhurried, but they would not be forgotten lightly.
Compared with He Feng, he is more like the breeze blowing over the grass in spring and the surging stream in the forest in autumn.
Jiang Ying enjoyed the process of chatting with him. A few trivial sentences were ordinary and meaningless, but they lighted up the good mood of the day.
Thinking about it, Jiang Ying picked up the paper cup on the table and took a sip of coffee, the astringency spread on the tip of her tongue, and she frowned in disgust.
This instant is really not as good as hand-washed.
She licked her lower lip and wanted to go to the cloud side again.
—
At six o'clock, Jiang Ying clocked in and got off work.
It's only April, the weather is already hot and stuffy, and it doesn't cool down in the evening.
As usual, the glass door of Yunbian Cafe was opened, and the bell rang along with "Welcome".
"Sister Jiang, you're here." Zhao Xinrou was mopping the floor when she greeted her with a smile on her face.
"Well. There aren't many guests today?" Jiang Ying sat in the old seat at the bar and took off the bag that was straddled on him.
Su Cheng came out of the back kitchen with a plate of cakes, and when she saw Jiang Ying, she asked her what she wanted to drink today.
Jiang Ying fanned the wind with her hand and asked Su Cheng, "Is there anything cooler, it's killing me."
"Give you a glass of white peach sparkling water?"
"Row."
This month, Jiang Ying has become a regular customer of Yunbian Cafe.
Yun Xian is not always in the store. When he meets him, Jiang Ying sits at the bar and admires the busy Boss Yun, and occasionally chats a little. Order a cup of coffee and sit for a while before you meet, which is a short relaxation time after get off work.
There is no new progress with Yun Xian, but he is familiar with the two shop assistants in the store.
Su Cheng is twenty-two this year and is the pastry chef in the shop. With a neat short haircut, he always wears black clothes, and looks like a bad boy with a ruffian ruffian, but the delicate cakes in the cupboard are all made by him.
Yun Xian likes to call him little master, and Jiang Ying jokes that he is a tiger with a heart and sniffs roses.
Zhao Xinrou is a third-year English major at Xicheng University. She has a part-time job in a coffee shop and will come to the shop to help when she has no classes. When there are not many customers in the store, she can always be seen carrying English words with her earphones on her mouth.
Su Cheng's hands and feet were quick and easy, and he finished making a cup of iced drink in a while. The white peach pulp was placed on the bottom of the cup, the soda water was bubbling with small bubbles, and it was garnished with a leaf of mint.
"Thank you." Jiang greeted him and drank half a cup in one sip.
The cold liquid was poured down, which relieved the sultry heat and thirst, and felt a lot better.
The glass door was pushed open again, and Jiang Ying turned his head to look at the sound of the bell. The woman standing at the door had long curly hair and delicate makeup. A black suspender skirt made her skinny and thin, and she could smell the faint perfume on her body when she approached.
Jiang Ying knew her, Wendy, a beauty photographer in the studio downstairs.
Wendy walked to the front desk, looked around, and asked very naturally, "Boss Yun isn't there?"
Zhao Xinrou smiled and replied, "Yes, what would you like to drink?"
The beauty's disappointment was beyond words: "Then pack me a glass of iced Americano."
Jiang Ying sat on the side and drank soda water silently. When Wendy left the store with the packed paper bag, she pretended to inadvertently asked, "Boss Yun isn't here today?"
Zhao Xinrou wiped the table and returned to her: "Well, Brother Xian went to the hospital today."
Jiang Ying's heart tightened: "Is he sick?"
Zhao Xinrou: "No, it seems to be his friend. The boss answered the phone today and left."
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Ying stirred the pulp in the cup with a straw, secretly relieved.
Just then, the phone rang. Seeing that the name in the note was a mentally handicapped boss, Jiang Yingfei quickly picked it up and answered: "Hello, boss."
"Got off work or not?"
"I'm off work, what's the matter?"
Li Zhicheng's voice sounded hoarse and weak, and lost his usual breath: "I have to take a few days off. If you have anything to do, you and Fang Yu will decide first, and report to me every day after get off work."
"Okay," Jiang Ying hesitated for a while, remembering that Li Zhicheng didn't come all day, and still asked, "Boss, are you... Are you sick?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and there was a "hmm".
Jiang Ying was still thinking about what to say next, but Li Zhicheng spoke first: "Stomach problem, small problem."
"Ah, then you should have a good rest."
Just as she felt pity for him in her heart, Jiang Ying heard Li Zhicheng say in a weak but cold voice again, "My mobile phone is connected to the company's monitoring system, I will supervise you in real time, work well, and don't be lazy."
"... ... it is good."
Li Zhicheng is poisonous, serious, and demanding, and it is even more terrible to get angry, but as long as it is not the death week before the update, he is still very good to the employees on weekdays.
Considering that he is a single man who has no one to take care of, this time is a good time to be courteous, Jiang Ying softened his tone and asked softly, "Boss, which hospital are you in?"
The other party didn't buy it: "Why? Come see your boss dying and feel good in your heart?"
Jiang Ying laughed a few times: "No, I just want to visit you on behalf of my colleagues in the company."
A cold snort sounded in the receiver: "The 16th floor of the People's Hospital. Don't bring flowers and fruits when you come, pack me a preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I will reimburse you."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
Jiang Ying hung up the phone, picked up the satchel, and waved goodbye to Su Cheng and Zhao Xinrou: "I'm leaving."
—
In Ward A76 on the 16th floor of the People's Hospital, Li Zhicheng was lying lazily on the bed wearing a striped hospital gown. His hair was dark and bushy, making his face even paler.
"Don't eat?"
The lunch boxes on the table were still full, apparently not a few mouthfuls.
"I feel bitter in my mouth, can't you give me more white porridge?" Li Zhicheng was lying on his side playing with his mobile phone, angry with the eldest young master.
Yun Xian looked at him with his arms in his arms, feeling like he had raised a rebellious son.
"If you feel uncomfortable now, don't drink that wine last night."
Again poking at the sad thing, Li Zhicheng pulled the quilt over his head and unilaterally cut off the call.
Yun Xian scolded him as he packed the lunch box: "When Zhou Yi was going abroad, you borrowed wine to relieve your worries. Now that they are back, you are still drinking. You are echoing from the beginning to the end."
A muffled voice came from the quilt: "Who said that? I can't even drink a little wine if I'm in a bad mood?"
Yun Xian stretched out his arm and pulled off his quilt: "Little wine? Big brother, you drank a pound of white wine on an empty stomach. Do you think it's a trivial matter for stomach perforation?"
Li Zhicheng is a dignified seven-foot man who can bend and stretch: "Xianxian, Haoxian, go back quickly, Tata is still waiting for you to feed."
Yun Xian shook his head helplessly and tucked the quilt for him: "Then I'm leaving, call me at night if you have something to do."
"Okay." Li Zhicheng pursed his lips and blew him a kiss, causing Yun Xian to get goosebumps and scold him for being a fool.
Da Da is an orange cat raised by Li Zhicheng, which means that the banknotes will get rich as soon as possible.
He fell asleep from a hangover until noon, and was awakened by stomach pain. Yun Xian sent him to the hospital to find out that it was a perforated stomach. After a day of tossing, the poor little master has not been fed.
Yun Xian came out of the ward and sighed. Why is it that he is the one who suffers in the end every time Li Zhicheng and Zhou Yi toss
He was thinking about how to reveal the news of Li Zhicheng's hospitalization to Zhou Yi naturally and without trace, when he heard someone calling him in front of him.
"Boss Yun!"
The voice with surprise rang suddenly in the quiet corridor.
The hospital should not be noisy, perhaps realizing that his volume was too high, Jiang Ying hurriedly covered his mouth and walked towards him quickly.
Just as he was about to ask him how he was in the hospital, he remembered that Zhao Xinrou had said in the store that he came to visit a friend today.
The words in my heart went around in a circle and turned into a sentence: "What a coincidence."
Yun Xian nodded and asked, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Ying raised the bag in his hand: "Look at my boss, he is sick."
Hearing this, Yun Xian's eyes fell on the packaging bag in her hand, and her right eyebrow was lightly raised.
Thinking of Li Zhicheng's cowardly look in the ward, Yun Xian hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't forget to squeeze the staff."
Jiang Ying didn't hear clearly and asked him, "What did you say?"
Yun Xian shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go, I'll go first."
"Oh, good. Goodbye."
"See you."
Saying goodbye to Yun Xian, Jiang Ying found the ward, opened the door gently, and saw Li Zhicheng on the innermost hospital bed.
"boss."
When Li Zhicheng saw her at this time, it was like seeing a relative. For the first time, he said in a very enthusiastic voice: "You are here!"
"The porridge is still hot, hurry up and drink it." Jiang Ying set up a small table. In addition to the porridge, she also ordered a custard bun. As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma came out. Li Zhicheng, who had not eaten much for a day, could smell it. feel satisfied.
He just picked up a spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge to his mouth, when the screen of his mobile phone lit up, and a new WeChat message came.
Li Zhicheng glanced at it, and with a shake of his hand, the spoon fell off and fell into the bowl.
[See the mountain: Is preserved egg and lean meat porridge delicious?]
Jiang Ying saw Li Zhicheng looking left and right looking up and down in fear, and asked in confusion, "Boss, what's the matter?"
Li Zhicheng slowed down slightly and asked her, "Who did you just meet on the road?"
Jiang Ying was a little stunned and shook her head: "No one."
That's really weird!
Li Zhicheng lifted the quilt, grabbed the phone and typed.
[Zhicheng: Where did you install the surveillance? !]
[Jianshan: In your brain, while you were in a coma, I asked the doctor to implant a chip into you.]
[sincere:?]
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Li Zhicheng really felt a dull pain in his head.
Seeing him covering his head, Jiang Ying asked with concern, "Boss, do you have a headache? Do you want me to call a doctor?"
"No. Little Jiang, put away the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I suddenly have no appetite."
"Oh, okay, then eat when you're hungry,"
The phone screen lights up again.
[Jianshan: I happened to meet Jiang Ying, you asked her to buy the porridge.]
[See the mountain: Eat a little less, just take two bites to relieve your cravings.]
Li Zhicheng was speechless in his heart, and sent Yun Xian an emoji of a villain throwing a fist.
[Zhicheng: You scared me so much that I almost went to open my skull!]
On the other side of the screen, Yun Xian chuckled lightly and scolded "Er Lunk" in a low voice.
The suspenseful sci-fi drama ended, and Li Zhicheng waved his hand, like a king sitting in the court, pointing out the country: "Little Jiang, bring the porridge, I want to eat it again."
Jiang Ying, who had just put away the table, pursed her lips and glanced at Li Zhicheng, her expression hard to describe.
On the way back, Jiang Ying clicked on WeChat, blocked the boss and his colleagues and sent a circle of friends.
[The boss is sick and his brain is broken.
I was shocked that he had a brain too.]
Ten minutes later, Yun Xian liked this circle of friends.