When Qi Jin first entered the circle, the planner nine who dug him out once said that his voice is very personal. Even in the same type of sonorous sound, people with high ear sensitivity can still recognize it.
The sound is highly recognizable, both good and bad.
The good part is that it is easy for the audience to remember, the bad part is that no matter what vest is worn, it will be seen through.
Fortunately, there are not many main dramas of Qi Jin, and the most popular and widely circulated "Trap" does not use the original voice, so the people who are familiar with his true voice are in the minority.
"The voice you used to say 'thank you' was exactly the same as when the confrontation ended that night." Shen Yan seemed to be of the type with high voice recognition.
The two-hour confrontation process, although it sounds short, they are all main characters with a high density of lines, and sometimes a line is even repeated several times. As an opponent's CV, you usually have to listen attentively and make adjustments according to the changes of the opponent. It's easy to leave a lasting impression.
The day when Qi Jin went to the library was only two days after their performance, so naturally the impression was even deeper.
But it's amazing to be able to identify with just a thank you.
"I only said two words, and you recognized it?" Qi Jin had not yet pulled away from her surprised emotions, and she forgot to blink. No wonder then... He always felt that the man in front of the bookshelf kept looking at him. It was because of this.
Shen Yan neither admitted nor denied, and sat down beside him.
"No, I sound like it, but I can't be sure. Until—"
"Until I show up in the hospital." Qi Wei took his words in a daze.
"Yes." Shen Yan admitted.
"Strange, obviously you have spoken, why can't I recognize it..." Qi Wei muttered to herself, suddenly startled, and stared at Shen Yan as if remembering something, "That's right. Because every time you speak, you wear Mask, the sound is distorted."
Having said that, I remembered the moment they met for the first time, Shen Yan, who came out of the operating room, met his eyes, stopped his raised hand, and finally put it back.
At that time, he obviously thought he was going to take off the mask.
"You did it on purpose?" Qi Jin thought about it, and suddenly realized. Turns out it wasn't his illusion.
"Sorry..." Shen Yan sighed deeply.
His expression showed a bit of guilt, his eyes were completely avoided, and he looked down at his hands clasped together on his knees, which was a rather stiff sitting posture. Regardless of whether he was identified or not, Qi Jin was still a relatively unfamiliar existence to him at that time, and he appeared as "Shen Yan", and he didn't know how to bring up topics that only "Yan Bei Xiang" was suitable to participate in.
It was just a match, maybe Qi Jin didn't remember him at all.
Besides, he didn't know how much intersection there would be between them.
There are too many uncertainties, it is better not to mention it and start contact as a stranger.
"Don't apologize, I'm just a little surprised, I don't mean to blame you at all." Qi Jin smiled slightly, put his hands on his hands, and pressed it comfortingly. Feeling that Shen Yan's hand was gradually loosening under his light grip and became less rigid, he smiled and sighed with emotion, "I just didn't expect that you have been observing me."
Unexpectedly, the observer is also the observed.
It turned out that after he recorded all the keywords describing that person, stroke by stroke, across the glass wall of the operating room, he also became the object of observation unknowingly. One party knows, the other is ignorant, but they are observing each other cautiously and meticulously, from curiosity to goodwill, from unintentional to care.
Memories about each other are like sheets of paper on a notepad that accumulate over time, and when I come back to my senses, the quantitative change has become a qualitative one.
More importantly, this qualitative change is not unilateral, but mutual.
Once I knew this, my heart felt soft for no reason, soft like candy melting in the sun, sweet inside and out.
"Why did you borrow this book back?" smiled and returned to the original topic.
Whether it was before or now, he couldn't help but make the puzzle in front of him more complete and clear, even if "Shen Yan" and "Yan Beixiang" were merged into one.
"Because you agreed." Shen Yan suddenly said something confusing.
"Ok?"
"Because you promised me to let me talk to you every day." The afternoon light shone on Shen Yan's face, and the brows turned slightly white, making his eyes darker and quieter. Halfway through speaking, he sighed, and then slowly continued, "Although I put forward this proposal first, but... Because of my previous illness, I am afraid that I will be cold when chatting, and I will not find the topic and make you feel Boring. Then I remembered that you had borrowed this book, so I took it back and looked at it, wondering what you've read and finding something to talk about, maybe it's useful."
An unexpected answer, but it coincides with my own thoughts just now.
It seems that not just observation, but the idea of active exploration is also mutual. Qi Jin turned to look at him and sighed: "What else are you hiding from me, I don't know? Tell me."
Shen Yan raised her head and remained silent for a while, just staring.
"Also - I'm actually very nervous right now," he said softly in a hoarse voice, "I'm nervous because I don't know if the rain will stop. Is this... is it a secret from you?"
Calculated.
Shen Yan really hid it from him, if the slight tremor on his fingers hadn't been conveyed before he opened his mouth.
Qi Jin felt that her heart was gently scratched. That kind of force was like scratching his palm with a meat pad when he was returning, without any lethality, it was fluffy and soft, and it just happened to touch a kind of affectionate emotion.
The body moved before the language, moved over on the sofa, the clothes rubbed against the clothes, and the hands were folded together.
Qi Jin tilted his head slightly and rested his head on Shen Yan's shoulder.
"Doctor Shen," he leaned on his head very lightly, hardly dropping any weight. Looking down, watching his fingers silently rub twice on the other's fingers, "Actually, whether it's sunny or rainy, you should have a way."
The hand seemed to have a sense of it, and it slowly turned around and intertwined with his fingers.
Qi Jin smiled softly: "Do you want me to teach you?"
Shen Yan didn't speak, but Qi Jin felt his face turned sideways, as if leaning against her hair.
"If it's sunny, just follow what you said; if it's raining, you'll keep me until the evening, anyway, if it rains, I won't be able to walk, and then keep me until the next day. If it's still raining, you'll stay until the third day, The fourth day, the fifth day... It will be sunny one day, won't it?"
While whispering, he looked out the window with his peripheral vision.
In the square framed by the window, the rainy clouds in the background parted from it, cracked by a long and narrow slit. There are three or two bunches of fresh sunlight, like buds breaking through the soil, shooting straight down.
Come to the apartment together and simply pack up.
Qi Jin didn't need much. He picked up a few daily utensils, some change of clothes, a stack of documents that he brought back from work to be processed, as well as a laptop and recording equipment.
When he was sorting things, Shen Yan looked around and took a good look at the house where he lived. This community is located in the new urban area. The surrounding residential buildings are similar in style. The style is modern and simple. The facilities are not bad. The walls and doors and windows are all brand new. It's a nice family room if you take care of it.
"Your apartment is very..."
"Empty." Qi Jin, who was disconnecting the computer cable, automatically raised his head and added a word with a smile.
Shen Yan paused, and seemed unable to refute it. After a while, she changed another word: "New. Your apartment is very new."
Qi Jin smiled and shook his head: "It's quite new, but it's very empty, with no furniture or decorations. I've lived here for several years, and it still looks like I just moved in."
What he said was true.
Looking around, the furniture is all modern minimalist works, with very geometric lines and monotonous colors. The wooden furniture is basically made of logs with a little modification, and even redundant ornate elements are omitted. Furniture such as sofas and beds It is all pure white, and the pillow and the substrate are connected together, creating a visual coolness.
"I worked in a TV station when I moved in," Qi Jin said calmly. "As you said, journalists are usually very busy with their work. Traveling on business is a common occurrence, and when I stay in the local area, I have to go out from time to time. When I come home, I just eat. Taking a bath, sleeping, watching TV occasionally, supporting dramas, I don’t need too complicated or extravagant decorations.”
Shen Yan listened silently.
Seeing Qi Jin pull out a bunch of large and small medicine jars from the bedside drawer, the most conspicuous ones were stomach medicine and painkillers, he couldn't help frowning.
"What do you usually eat, why do you do this?" Picking up one of the bottles of stomach medicine, he looked at the label and sighed.
"I eat everything, I don't choose anything. Takeout is the most, I can open my own restaurant when I have time. If I'm busy, I can fill my stomach with biscuits or something."
Originally, Qi Jin wanted to add "Sometimes I miss the meal and I just don't eat it", but seeing Shen Yan's solemn expression, she swallowed the words when she reached her mouth.
"What about work and rest time?" This question is even more difficult.
Qi Jin snorted and picked one of his most common timetables and said, "It's hard to tell, it depends on the situation - I travel a lot for business, and usually when I come back, I leave in the morning at local time, and I don't return at noon. In the afternoon, when I was really tired, I started to sleep... I woke up in the middle of the night, and the surroundings were quiet, just in time for the dubbing to pay off the debt. After a few hours of recording, I had breakfast and went to work.”
Of course he dared not say a more outrageous timetable.
Shen Yan looked at him intently, her eyes full of stunned, helpless, and deep anxiety.
"Qi Jin," every word in this sentence was like a sigh, "I really don't worry about letting you live alone."
The movement of packing up the things stopped temporarily, and Qi Jin made a free hand, covering the slightly sour smile on his lips, until it faded, and then another brighter smile appeared.
Shen Yan only needs to see the last part of her own feelings of bitterness first and then sweetness.
"I thought... you were here to take me away."
He turned his head slightly and smiled slyly like a child.
Towing a suitcase full of things, the two returned along the way.
In order to be frugal, and this time I didn't bring a cat, I chose to take the subway and bus and sit back slowly. These two modes of transportation have always taken longer than taxis, and when they returned to Shen Yan's residence, it was already late.
After several days of rain, the backlog of dark clouds seemed to have been exhausted. Like a wrung out towel that could no longer squeeze a drop of water, it lay empty in the corner of the sky, and a hole was torn open when the wind blew gently. There were actually a few timid stars sticking their heads out of them, twinkling and adorning the pitch black.
In the old city, not only are the houses old, but even the street lamps are the most rudimentary.
The lamp post that has experienced countless wind and rain has lost a layer of paint, and the original color cannot be seen, and the lamp tube is very dim. Fortunately, the water on the asphalt road was not dry, and the lights shone on the surface of the puddles.
The two were walking in a quiet alley.
Shen Yan took the initiative to take on the task of dragging the suitcase. And Qi Jin had nothing to pull, so he added a task to himself, that is to hold Shen Yan's other hand.
After the night fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and the rain stopped at the beginning, the wind was particularly strong, and the coolness slashed his face and hands. None of them had the habit of wearing gloves in autumn, and their hands were bound to freeze when they were outside, which gave Qi Jin a good excuse to implement it, and Shen Yan a good excuse to accept it.
It was not until the two came to the entrance of the unit corridor, considering that there was no elevator, the suitcase could only be carried up with both hands, and they had to let go.
"You wait here first." Shen Yan said as he bent down to carry the suitcase.
Qi Jin remembered that the lights in the corridor had not been repaired, understood what he meant, and agreed obediently. After all, he is a person with steel plates in his bones and a plaster tube tied to his arm. It is not a wise move to be brave when you can't see your fingers in such darkness. Don't fall, don't add more trouble to Shen Yan.
There is no moon outside, and the starlight is insignificant. He couldn't see Shen Yan's figure at all, and could only hear the sound of footsteps slowly ascending because of the weight.
After a while, the muffled sound of the suitcase landing safely came from upstairs. There was no accident on the way, and there was no accidental trip and fall. Qi Jin breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently.
"Awaited."
Shen Yan dragged the box into the door, found a flashlight, and then hurried downstairs to find him at the original location.
Qi Jin smiled gratefully at him: "It's hard work."
The second time I walked into the room full of life, Qi Jin still felt unreal about the fact that she was going to spend a month here.
Everything that happened on this day was so unreal, like a dream.
Everyone who survives the hardship is unlucky, and suddenly gets such a beautiful experience that they dare not even think about it, they will probably have the same illusion.
Because Shen Yan cooked a lot of meals at noon, there was still a lot left in the refrigerator at this time, so they kept everything simple and ate the leftovers. After dinner, Shen Yan helped him take out everything in the suitcase and put it in the right place.
"There is a small bed in the study, with all the pillows and quilts." Shen Yan said the first half of the sentence, Qi Jin thought he meant to let him sleep over there, and was about to nod, but heard a turning point in the second half of his sentence, "I sleep. Over there, you can sleep in the bedroom. Clothes and computers can be moved in, and I'll make room for you on the desk and wardrobe."
"I'll just sleep in the study." Qi Jin said hurriedly. How can the master go to sleep in the study room
"The bed in the study is relatively small, so it's inconvenient to turn over." Shen Yan shook her head gently.
"Do you think I can turn over now?" Qi Jin was amused by his words and pointed to the plaster on her hand.
Shen Yan paused for a moment, looked at him as if hesitating to say anything, and finally insisted on her own opinion: "The bed in the bedroom is more comfortable. I'm afraid that if you recognize the bed or the room, if you change to a new environment, you will not be able to sleep, and the bed is still the same. Pick a comfortable one."
A person who goes out of town every three or five times, basically does not have this problem.
Qi Jin knew in his heart, and of course Shen Yan should know too.
Knowing that he still insists on it, he is sure that he will not be able to say anything about him, so Qi Jin can only agree with a wry smile.