Qi Jin tried her best to recall a movie she had seen.
In ordinary films, when the avatar and the real body appear at the same time, what will happen
But... no matter what the ending is, there is only one protagonist in my mind. Even if the avatar is always just a avatar, the real body cannot be replaced. As one of the audience, he still has the right to choose who he admires.
Now, the stand-in who had been standing behind the curtain stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of the stage for him.
And he had to stretch out his hand to block the too-dazzling lights on the stage for the other party.
Qi Jin stared at Shen Yan for a long time, and suddenly laughed twice, her brows were full of joy, but she shook her head: "No, no, I don't need it. Participating in selfishness has violated the spirit of the competition, even myself. I feel naive. I can't drag you into the water for this reason."
This is the first official competition in Shen Yan's dubbing career.
Qi Jin hopes that he can freely choose roles without any external interference, including himself - this is the fun of dubbing.
"I'm very happy that you can think of me, thank you." Qi Wei smiled.
Shen Yan once said that he would only confess when the two were not face to face. But now, he is changing little by little, and these sincere words are not so embarrassing.
"I understand," Shen Yan also smiled. Qi Jin's answer is reasonable, because his character is like this, independent, free, and more self-reliant, so he needs to take a circuitous route while respecting, "Let me read the character introduction first, and then make a decision, how?"
They put their computer to sleep when they go out, and the official homepage should still be there.
So Qi Jin woke up the computer, opened the male dubbing character setting page of "Zhu Tian Ling", and let Shen Yan choose.
Although Qi Jin had expressed her attitude before, out of curiosity, Shen Yan subconsciously searched for the role of "Shunyang Hou" with her eyes at the first time.
Shunyang Hou belongs to the important supporting role group, and the age of the characters can be roughly classified into the more mature youth stage, and the official voice requirement is "deep and thick" - in fact, as long as you press your voice, the sense of age and the thickness of the voice can be raised, These are not a problem for him.
The problem lies in the first sentence of the character background introduction:
"Marquis of Shunyang: On the surface, he is a hereditary marquis who was awarded the title of military meritorious deeds, but he is actually the illegitimate son of the late emperor."
-illegitimate child.
When his eyes swept over, these three words were like steel needles buried in cotton wool, stabbing his eyes without warning.
The hand holding the mouse was suddenly shaken like a thunderbolt, and the whole thing bounced, as if the woman's board ruler in the dream had slapped the palm of her hand through twenty years of time. Subconsciously a burning pain.
The difference is that there is no blood flowing from the palms, only sweat seeps out. The kind of cold sweat that comes out one after another when the body temperature drops sharply.
-Shen Yan, don't speak, don't make a sound.
- No one will hear, no one will come.
There seemed to be someone sullenly cursed at him in his ear, and he couldn't go away.
"Uh..." He choked his throat, and involuntarily emitted a broken syllable, like a murmur when the bow and strings are misaligned. Then there's the more terrifying void.
Oops.
Oops, the feeling I used to feel when I got sick came back.
It was probably because I had a nightmare last night and was deeply impressed, so the physiological reaction was more intense than I imagined. Shen Yan hurriedly closed her eyes, pressed the position of her vocal cords with her hands in time, pressed her thumb against her Adam's apple, and rubbed repeatedly up and down along the outer contour of her throat. After a few times, the numbness finally eased slightly.
He then forced himself to start coughing to prevent the symptoms from recurring.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"Shen Yan?" Seeing him suddenly like this, Qi Jin was taken aback, thinking he was choking on something, and hurriedly stepped forward and patted his back lightly.
"I, it's okay... cough..." Shen Yan frowned, finally being able to say a word. There are some things he can't tell Qi Jin, at least not yet.
Qi Jin followed his line of sight. In the center of the screen is the character setting of Shunyang Hou, which is obviously what Shen Yan is browsing. When he found out that he was studying this role, Qi Jin sighed while giving him comfort, "Are you still watching 'Shunyang Hou'? Didn't I already say it, you can choose freely, you don't have to think about my side."
Shen Yan had been lowering her head to adjust her breathing, but suddenly paused, and after a while, she answered in a deep voice, "No, I myself... also want to choose this."
Qi Jin was taken aback: "Why?"
Shen Yan showed a wry smile: "Because I want to overcome something. I'm not trying to help you, but helping myself."
The initial stage of desensitization therapy for selective mutism is to make patients accustomed to speaking freely in front of strangers by communicating with people, using dialogues and texts. In the advanced stage, it is aimed at the main causes of symptoms—such as some sensitive words, and gradually weakens its influence until it disappears completely.
When dubbing in the past, I basically received advice from my grandfather or uncle, so I didn't encounter such a character who has a common background with myself in reality.
When the character is too close to the CV itself, it will either play well or be defeated by the psychological reaction force.
Shen Yan hadn't tried it yet, and he couldn't muster the courage to try it in the past.
However, Qi Jin promised to always listen to him, didn't he
Shen Yan raised her head in a daze, and looked at the person beside him who was looking at him with a worried look, his eyebrows and smile slowly stretched. Like an amulet he had obtained from the temple, he placed his forehead lightly on Qi Jin's arm, closed his eyes, and devoutly prayed for his own peace from the other party.
"Qi Jin."
"What?" Being leaned against by Shen Yan like this, he didn't dare to move at all, always feeling that any action would destroy the tranquility and tranquility at this moment.
"As long as you're here, I can calm down," the man muttered.
calm down.
He didn't know what "calm" in Shen Yan's mouth meant. It is because of confusion that I am a little worried.
Qi Wei had an intuition that something was wrong with Shen Yan today, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. Shen Yan's words convinced him of this, but he couldn't go any further. He began to wonder if it was because of the pressure before the game, especially when Shen Yan said that he would go to the computer in the study by himself, study the fifth part of the original book "The Order of the Heavens" behind closed doors, and try to figure out the characters.
Shen Yan's reason is: After reading the original book, it is better for him to decide who to choose for the remaining two characters.
But Qi Jin thought he was serious to a disturbing degree.
The fifth part of "Zhutian Ling" is more than 500,000 words long. It is estimated that Shen Yan will take a while to finish reading, and the little returnee in the living room is still sleeping soundly. Qi Jin is walking back and forth in front of the study door. , had to give up this senseless move when he reached the thirtieth lap.
He sat quietly on the sofa in the living room for a while, flipped through a few magazines under the coffee table, basically all serious newsweekly, home life, health and wellness, and even veterinary academic journals .
After that, Qi Jin stood up again, walked to the spade cabinet with various objects, and looked at the collection through the glass cabinet door. In addition to some pottery and tea sets, there is a very ordinary photo frame in the middle of the cabinet. In the photo is an old man with white hair and a kind and amiable face, which is similar to Qi Jin's impression of Yanbeixiang's grandfather Yin - Xian The four words of Feng Dao Gu are worth it.
This should be the one Shen Yan mentioned, grandpa's grandfather, right
I've never heard him talk about his family, probably... for some reason it's inconvenient to mention - when the three words "family" appear in my mind, it feels so unfamiliar. Qi Jin couldn't help laughing at herself, how could she force others to answer a topic she didn't even want to mention.
After he was calm, he was about to take another look at his grandfather, when he suddenly realized that there was actually an album under the photo frame.
"Look." The curious Qi Jin told him.
"Don't look," the cautious Qi Jin told him.
Qi Jin hesitated whether to watch it or not. But he is very good at striking a balance between curiosity and caution, so he decided to take a look, take a look and put it back, eh.
He couldn't help but want to see what Shen Yan looked like before - he was too embarrassed to say such words.
After confirming that there was no movement in the study, he retracted his gaze, carefully opened the cabinet, reached out and moved the photo frame pressed aside first, then took out the album, tiptoed back to the sofa, silently recited "just one look", and then took a deep breath. Exasperated, he opened one of the pages.
A page full of photos of the same two people. Shen Yan, and the old man.
Shen Yan is the Shen Yan many years ago. She seems to be the age of just entering junior high school. She is relatively thin, and her outline is still the same. The appearance has not changed much, but her expression is more silent and indifferent than now, and she does not look at the camera. Seeing him smiling, he stood quietly with a low brow and closed eyes.
The old grandpa is not much different from the close-up in the photo frame, with a very friendly smile.
There are several group photos of the two of them where the old grandfather is smiling and standing behind Shen Yan, either gently supporting his grandson's shoulders with both hands, or directly holding his grandson's hand. If Shen Yan could smile a little more.
Qi Jin couldn't help but keep flipping.
Although he promised to "take only one look", "one look at each page" is also "one look", right
"Grandpa, I'm sorry." The object of apology is both grandpa and grandpa's grandfather.
Surprisingly, no matter how many pages he turned, he couldn't find the younger Shen Yan. There seems to be a huge vacancy in Shen Yan's age group. He is at least in middle school and above, and there are no earlier photos.
Maybe... this is not the only album, there are several others.
But it doesn't matter.
Photos represent a person's past, and the living talent in front of them is the most important.
Qi Jin silently traced an arc representing a smile on Shen Yan's face in the photo with her fingertips, and she smiled unconsciously after drawing it. Fortunately, the Shen Yan he met was the one he drew and would smile gently at him.
Close the album and put it back in place.
Seeing that the door of the study room was still tightly closed, Qi Jin didn't want to disturb the other party, so he planned to take advantage of this personal time to browse Weibo, reply to a few messages, and then take a look at the posts on the forum to update his gossip library. .
Unexpectedly, just after opening Weibo, the prompt that popped up in the upper right corner shocked him.
More than a thousand @him.
This amazing number of @ is either because I reposted a certain popular Weibo and got repeated rounds, or after the release of the much-anticipated popular drama, I was @ by the crew as a CV, and then the audience retweeted it one after another. Stunned, he glanced at his recent Weibo posts. None of them were popular. Then he thought about the dramas he had participated in recently. Except for "The Trap", the number of retweets miraculously exceeded 6,000. The amount of forwarding is basically 500.
So more than 1,000... calamity must be calamity.
Qi Jin took a deep breath.
After making sufficient psychological preparations, he started to click on the details of @.
In fact, before opening it, Qi Jin still had a bit of luck, hoping that he would not be a prophecy, but the reality is cruel. When he saw who wrote the Weibo that had been forwarded more than a thousand times and @ his own, the word "disaster" was already hanging in front of his eyes, lingering.
When he fully read the content of Weibo, he felt that the word "disaster" must have been written on his forehead.
CV-Tongjaktai: I found a very good nightclub near where I live. The atmosphere is very good, the cocktails taste very good, and the bar is dimly lit, which is very suitable for two people to meet in private. Is it similar to the scene in "The Trap"? Next time you come, I will take you there, you will love it. @CV-no return date
There is also a photo attached below the Weibo, which is the interior decoration of the nightclub he said.
The interior design of this store is still very tasteful. The designers match the lighting and furniture colors in place, and high-end luxury materials can be seen everywhere, full of the petty bourgeoisie of the white-collar class. Gorgeous is gorgeous, but at first glance, you can see that the consumption of this place is not low. I am afraid that a small TV reporter like Qi Jin can't afford it.
However, it is true that it is very suitable for the two-person world.
In addition, the photo shows a man holding a cocktail glass in his hand. The pose is very elegant and the appearance of the hands is quite masculine.
"Save... life..." Qi Jin spent five seconds saying these two words, the ending was long, and it kept echoing and echoing in his mind.
Misfortune, great misfortune.
Explosive photos, male-male ambiguity, and openly @male-male ambiguity objects are all three elements that are enough to incite fans. With the number of fans reaching more than 30,000, it is not impossible for the number of retweets to reach 1,000... but it has already appeared and continues to increase.
"Don't ask the return date" is a famous god of pretending to be dead.
But in this case, he must not pretend to be dead. Playing dead has serious consequences.
Qi Qin held her breath, sat in front of the computer screen and tapped the table with her fingers again and again, as if a trick would fall out from under the table at the end.
The table did not fall out of the plan, and the plan was thought out by Qi Jin.
Borrowing the wisdom of the ancestors, one of the thirty-six strategies is called "anti-customer-oriented", and now he has to take the initiative to push the public opinion in a direction that has nothing to do with him.
So he clicked on "Forward" under Tongquetai's original Weibo, then laboriously stretched out a finger, typed out the following words, confirmed, and released.
CV-Don't ask return date: What do you think about this? @CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles.