The process of getting to know someone is like playing a jigsaw puzzle before.
At the beginning, there were only scattered small pieces, which seemed disorganized and clueless, but as long as you were patient to find clues and gave yourself enough time, you could connect them little by little to form unexpected patterns.
Now, he has completed several different areas of the picture.
But, want to see more, want to be more complete—
The rain in the evening lined up under the eaves, rolling down one by one in no order, as if the keys of a piano were playing an unwritten score.
Fortunately, the final sound was still clear and sweet, tick-tock-tick-tick on the windowsill.
An atmosphere that allows people to calm down and chat.
"Tell me about you." Qi Jin smiled lightly.
After being in contact with Yan Beixiang for a long time, he gradually figured out each other's chat habits. If he does not speak, that person will also remain silent, rather than rushing to find a topic to break the quiet that can be used to enjoy.
On the contrary, if you open the chat box yourself, the other party will definitely respond.
"What do you want to hear?" Yan Beixiang didn't sound reluctant, and his voice was calm. That tone is perfect for telling a bedtime story to the little ones.
What do you want to hear
Can you say anything you want to hear
Qi Jin looked down at Xiaohuiqi scratching his chest with his two claws, thought for a moment, and chose a topic that was more suitable for their current status: "Then... Tell me why you started dubbing."
The breath of Yanbei disappeared for a moment.
A slight rustling of adjusting the microphone came from inside the headset. Qi Jin is already familiar with this, it is a habitual action that Yan Beixiang makes when he is hesitant.
Is this actually an inconvenient question to answer? Qi Jin noticed that something was wrong with him, and planned to change his tune temporarily.
But Yan Beixiang spoke at this time, although his voice was very soft: "I used to... have suffered from a serious speech disorder, to be precise, it is called 'selective mutism'."
Qi Jin was taken aback.
Subconsciously, the words of apology blurted out: "I'm sorry, I—"
Yan Beixiang gently stopped his words, sounding calm: "It's okay, it's all over."
Selective mutism is a phenomenon in which you cannot make a sound and cannot speak normally under mental stress and anxiety. It usually occurs in specific situations, especially in unfamiliar environments. Under the condition that the speech organ is not damaged and the IQ is normal, the patient will remain silent because of the mental disorder and unable to speak.
"When I was a child... the living environment was not very good."
This is the opening remarks of Yanbeixiang.
He continued to speak after a long time, but he did not specify the content of the first sentence, but only slowly stated his experience after the illness: "I have always been very bad at dealing with strangers. Later they found out that I have This kind of speech disorder has been around since I was in middle school. I am older and missed the best treatment stage, so I can only adjust it slowly.”
Qi Jin felt that her breathing was stagnant for a while, so she didn't dare to make a sound, she hugged the kitten and listened quietly.
His fingers pinched the kitten's paw pads, holding them nervously, sweating from the palms of his hands.
"The doctor said that it is difficult to recover from this disease when it reaches the teenage stage, but it is not impossible. He suggested that I try desensitization therapy first, and communicate with people through indirect methods, such as exchanging emails, voice chat, etc. I hope You can get used to it step by step.”
"So... you started dubbing online?" Qi Jin suddenly realized something.
"Not yet." Yan Beixiang seemed to smile slightly, "At that time, the Internet was not as convenient as it is now, but there will be drama performances from time to time in school. A very accidental opportunity, I was temporarily pulled to recharge, but I found myself in the role. The symptoms will be relieved when I started, maybe because I played the relationship with others, I felt a lot easier. Later, I often participated in similar activities, but... "
Having said that, Yan Beixiang paused for a few seconds.
Qi Jin heard a slight change in the rhythm of his breathing. Then there was another rustling from the microphone.
"But, sometimes, things in life... don't go so well, and for a while, it affects the treatment. There are even more severe relapses than before."
Yan Beixiang's mood seems to have infected Qi Jin.
He felt that his breath began to rush as the other person's tone sank. When the cat scratched his palm, he realized that it was wet and sweaty.
Couldn't bear to ask for details. Fear that those details will bring back bad memories.
However, I couldn't help but want to hear what happened next.
"Then... what about later?" Qi Jin carefully paved the stairs for the man to go down, so that he could skip the places he didn't want to talk about.
Yan Beixiang was silent for a long time, and finally picked it up.
"Later, although there were similar club activities after I got to college, but because I couldn't get rid of the negative emotions after relapse, I didn't participate and didn't want to act face-to-face. At this time... I met a few friends who like dubbing on the Internet, I found that I can still perform in this way, and I don’t need to meet directly, so I started to get in touch with the network circle. At that time, the circle did not have the concentration of the current forum, and most of them were just scattered exchanges. After work, everyone has their own lives, and the contact has always been On and off, the dubbing has also been temporarily put on hold.”
I see.
No wonder his acting doesn't sound like a newcomer at all, quite solid and natural.
Qi Jin frowned slightly, recalling what he had told him in the puppet show before, and suddenly asked, "I heard that you never take over the main role, is this true?"
Yan Bei Xiang said softly, "Yes."
Qi Jin thought that it was a pity that he had been playing tricks for thousands of years, so he asked, "Why?"
Yan Beixiang seemed to sigh in front of the microphone: "I… can't do it. I can't play the main role."
Qi Jin patiently followed suit: "Why not? When you played with me, you were the main actor. If it was because you were busy with work, it shouldn't be, after all, you spent enough time on the show that night for you to record it once. Main service."
Since you are willing to spend more than two hours on the show, and you are still in a shameful role as a stand-in, why can't you officially play the main role
"It doesn't matter if it's just about the play." Yan Beixiang replied in a low voice, "When it's officially recorded, I'll… no."
Qi Jin seemed to wake up suddenly and opened his eyes wide in front of the screen.
"You are still..." Is there a possibility of recurrence
"I don't know." Yan Beixiang seemed to know what he had not finished.
silence.
Silence occupied by the pattering rain outside the window.
On the return day, she looked carefree and licked her hair in Qi Jin's arms, not paying any attention to the dignified air around her.
His chest seemed to be stuffed with something, and it was very stuffy. Qi Jin tried several times to return to language communication, but all failed. He could only sit up straight and quietly wait for the most difficult layer of suffocation between the two to pass.
"Sorry. My story... may not be as good as you think." In the end, Yan Beixiang spoke first.
"No, everyone has certain pasts that they don't want to mention to others." Qi Jin's voice was low, as if it was slowly oscillating directly from her chest, "So I'm actually... I'm glad you can tell me this, thank you ."
Sharing a story that may not be so good is a sign of trusting the other person.
Qi Jin was a little envious of Yan Beixiang, because he couldn't do it himself, at least not yet.
Therefore, he hopes to give back to the man's frankness in other ways: "Although I don't know how to treat such a disease, and how long it will take to fully recover, I believe there must be a way."
Yan Beixiang did not respond immediately.
Qi Jin cheered up and smiled softly: "Take your time, don't rush. Since you said that you have no problem with the play, then start with the play, wait until you are completely used to it, and then officially pick one that you are interested in. Try it out."
Yan Beixiang hesitated: "I..."
Qi Jin decisively intercepted the words behind him, preventing the word "no" from saying, "I believe you can do it."
It was quiet again, but it was not the suffocating silence before.
"It's not just the book. If you have someone in your heart who really wants to play with the other party... Maybe you can overcome the psychological barrier to the main role." Qi Jin added.
Isn't that the so-called CV effect of the opponent's play
"Why do you insist on making me the main role?" At this time, the man suddenly asked back.
Qi Jin didn't expect him to ask such a question, so she froze in her seat.
He actually wanted to imitate the other party's appearance and adjusted his microphone with his hands.
"I just think... It's a pity for your talent." This sentence is the truth, and his answer only needs one truth, and you don't need to say other superfluous words.
"I don't think it's a pity." It seemed that Yan Beixiang was more difficult to convince than he thought.
"Then, even if it's just for the play, can you please accompany me to practice a script every day to improve my sense of play?" Qi Jin takes retreat as progress. At this time, who is more determined. Deliberately changed to asking for help, hoping to slowly disintegrate the iron wall in front of him.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Yan Beixiang did not answer for a long time.
Usually when the person does not answer, it is the default.
"My personal ability is limited, so I may not be able to help you much. Because you are very powerful—"
"I don't care, but I even put on a vest that is 'grandpa's fan'. You can't refuse." Unexpectedly, he was still struggling, and Qi Jin interrupted loudly.
After a long while, he finally heard Yan Beixiang's sigh.
"Okay," there was helplessness in the man's voice, but Qi Jin seemed to hear him chuckle, "I hope I can really help you."
"Definitely." In addition to being overjoyed, he couldn't help picking up the little return date and rubbing his chin for a while.
Xiaohui tilted his head ignorantly and actively fought with the microphone with his claws. I don't know if Yan Beixiang heard the hissing sound that the little guy grabbed.
"So, do you have a book on hand now?" Yan Beixiang kept his promise and took action immediately once he agreed.
His voice returned to its original state of uprightness, even a little restrained.
Recalling the first time they played against each other on set, Yan Beixiang didn't say a word before the official start, and his demeanor was low-key. When he didn't know him before, he mistakenly thought he was indifferent. Now that he knew his past, Qi Wei thought in his heart that he might be It's just that I didn't fully let go in front of strangers.
Even now that they knew each other, Yan Beixiang was sometimes too reserved.
So, let's adjust the atmosphere a little.
Qi Jin thought for a while, and suddenly came up with an idea. He quietly opened the Tianlei script that Ning Xiaoxiao once sent him, took a classic line from it, and posted it in the reply box of QQ while holding back a smile. send out.
"I received such a book recently." He maintained a serious and upright tone with the most dedicated CV spirit, and cleared his throat, "Ah, by the way, the planning girl is looking for me to match the attack, so I trouble Yan Yan. Lord Beixiang, please take the lines of Shou."
After all, Qi Jin first covered the microphone and laughed in front of the computer for half a minute.
If the attacking line in this script is the lightning effect of 100,000 volts, then the receiving line is at least 10 megavolts.
This line must be very effective in lightening the mood.
Sure enough, he heard a sigh from the man in the earphone: "...You must be playing tricks on me on purpose, right?"
Qi Qi laughed out loud.
The small return period was frightened by him, and he directly drilled his head into the triangle scarf with the plaster hanging from his left hand. No way, I can even imagine the helpless expression on that person's face in front of the screen at this moment.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Qi Jin confessed while laughing, and explained with a pair of eyes bent, "because you are too tense, I want to relax you a little bit."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the lines that Yan Beixiang showed in the spirit of professional dubbing came out from the earphones.
"He's staring at me like that, and I can't help but feel shy."
"puff-"
Qi Jin didn't expect that he would really read it out, so he couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing regardless of his image.
At this time, that person suddenly changed his voice. It was the so-called 50-year-old upright uncle who was often in high demand by the planners. He never finished the following line.
"I didn't expect him to suddenly open his arms and hug me. I couldn't help but tremble in his arms like a bunny."
The tone of voice and the emotion of the sentence are still in place.
"Ouch!"
This time, Qi Jin laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, she lay down on the table directly, her shoulders shaking like a sieve.
"Okay, please don't read it, my stomach is starting to hurt." The original line was already very funny, and the other party used such a pure uncle voice to match it.
Yan Beixiang continued to follow the following lines calmly, as if he hadn't heard it.
This time, it's the signature grandpa sound of the finale.
The kind of celestial bones—
"What should I do, my whole body is so hot that I can't cool down. God, this must be the initial symptom of falling in love."
Qi Jin felt that her laughter was so loud that the next door neighbor was about to knock on the door.
If it wasn't for the fact that his arm was still in plaster, he probably could have rolled directly from the chair to the floor, letting the unidentified kitten watch him beat the ground hard.
Then the downstairs neighbors can also come knocking on the door.
"Hahahaha... Really! Stop reading, really stop reading! It was my fault, I shouldn't make fun of you, grandpa, please let me go! Ahahahaha..."
Qi Jin really said so.
After such a toss just now, he laughed until tears flowed out, and his lung capacity was completely insufficient.
"Next time, don't use this type of book again." This time, it was finally not a line, and the voice returned to its original tone.
Only at the end did Qi Jin hear him chuckle in a low voice.
Softer than the warm light of the lamp on the table.
next time.
Just such a simple word, there is a sense of agreement. Coveted.