"good."
So... it's over
Gu Sheng looked at the information in WeChat and thought about how to save them, import them into the computer, and edit them into a private and exclusive collection. Later, when there is a dubbing of the top brand on TV, I will show it to my parents... Uh, forget this, show it to... She thinks whoever shows it to it will be directly chased to death.
Keep it private...
When she was planning, there was a beep again, and Chen Qingci sent two consecutive sounds, the first one was 60 seconds long, and the second one was 20 seconds long.
Two minutes and two minutes
She read the time reminder three times and it was really two minutes...
Busy and plugged in the earphones, lying on the bed, listening to the first one.
Chen Qingci’s voice reappeared, and it’s so good... it makes people want to cry:
"When I think about it, it's been a long time since I told you a recipe.
"Black pepper fried short ribs, um... it tastes very good.
"This small rib is cowboy ribs. Remove the bones of the cowboy ribs, add rice wine, oil, fresh soy sauce and black pepper juice, then add black pepper, chicken essence and dried starch, mix well, and finally add water and knead it by hand.
"About... Leave it for fifteen minutes, add oil and stir-fry. Fry until the meat changes color, add scallions, winter bamboo shoots, and colored pepper segments, and then stir-fry until it is cooked."
What he said was the sound of the radio in the taxi in the background.
But the sound of Chen Qingci is more charming than the DJ of the midnight radio station. It is the kind of non-pretentious charm...
Gu Sheng didn't know if he was greedy to death, or was fascinated to death, his breathing was very slow.
It seemed that he was afraid to disturb him, but he forgot that it was just a voice.
The voice jumps naturally to the second:
"The black pepper stuff has a strong barbecue flavor, which is very good. If you don't want to make cowboy steak, it can also be beef tenderloin. But... it's still suitable for cowboy steak.
"Okay, it's late, let's rest.
"Good night."
Light, like good night in the ears.
Gu Sheng was dumbfounded. Although Chen Qingci recorded a lot of passages for fans in his early years, including various good night stories and good morning alarms, there is absolutely no live version that is exciting.
Be thrilled.
This is how she felt when she heard his voice for the first time.
There is no exaggeration.
She remembered that for the first time she was forced to listen to his voice. After a few words, she clearly heard her heartbeat, and then it became a voice control completely and without loops.
She quickly said: "Good night, my lord."
Gu Sheng listened to it several times again, and suddenly felt that she needed to eat something... She opened the door, swayed past her parents, and then swayed back. She felt that the food at home was weak compared to the raw fried cowboy steak with black pepper. It burst... Weak burst... Finally, I took a bag of oatmeal to make hot milk.
She was still holding her mobile phone while the milk was being heated in the microwave.
Recalling the conversation just now, it's so mysterious.
She couldn't help but opened Weibo and happily posted:
So happy, what to do, oh, what to do if swollen...
The microwave soon stopped, and she put her phone aside, poured her own cereal, and stirred it evenly. I went to get my phone again, and it took less than 2 minutes... It turned out... It turned out... There are more than 200 replies...
Since she signed up for Weibo, she has never exceeded the average of 10, okay...
Click to open, turn the page to read.
I don't know all of them.
The number is still increasing rapidly. In addition to the strange expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred, the most common is "... I don't see anything."
Gu Sheng saw it inexplicably.
She could only flip forward and see what happened...
Turning to the first few articles, she finally... saw the origin of the story:
Chen Qingci: Just laugh, be happy.
Doudoudoubing: ... I didn't see anything.
Beautiful killing intent: ... I didn't see anything.
Feng Yasong: ... I didn't see anything.
Fei Shao: ... I wiped it, I didn't see anything.
Passerby: ... I didn't see anything.
Passerby: I hate you, your voice is slow! Bite the handkerchief!
Passerby C:... I... didn't see anything.
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