twenty two.
In a Korean restaurant on the streets of Seattle, Song Qiyan and Xia Liang sat opposite each other on the window seat.
It was originally a satisfactory picture, but there was an extremely bright light bulb mixed in beside it...
Wei Jian coughed lightly and patted his head. He seems to be a little ignorant today... He has decided that he will order and eat in silence after a while!
Although Xia Liang looked a little uncomfortable, Song Qiyan didn't intend to face Wei Jian at all. After ordering the food, he chatted with Xia Liang about the dubbing as if no one was there.
Song Qiyan: "I took a rough look at Tantai Xin's character, and my voice should also be suitable for this role."
Xia Liang: O_O...
Song Qiyan: "If this role is still available, I can give it a try." He repeated it.
Xia Liang: O_O...
Song Qiyan: "What's wrong?"
Xia Liang coughed dryly, and scratched her hair embarrassingly, "Uh, actually, it was just a bit of a surprise."
"Accident?" Song Qiyan looked at her seriously.
Xia Liang took a sip of tea, "Well... how should I put it, I have always felt that Beiyan is far away from us little transparent people. Then I suddenly found that there is actually a chance for cooperation, and I agreed so readily, kind of... En , the feeling of being hit by a pie."
This time it was Song Qiyan's turn to lose his voice for a moment, then he smiled helplessly and pointed to the tip of his nose, "Do I look very distant?"
Xia Liang quickly waved her hands, "Of course not!"
"Then why...?" Song Qiyan was puzzled.
Xia Liang smiled embarrassedly, "Because there is a big gap between Song Qiyan and Beiyan. Even if I know you are Beiyan, I still feel... well, it's a very subtle feeling."
Song Qiyan almost understood, took a sip of tea, and looked serious, "It's nothing different. It's all me. We are... friends, aren't we?"
Xia Liang paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly, "Well. Then, I wish us a happy cooperation in the drama "Tingyin Valley". Please don't dislike me, Mr. Bei Yan."
Song Qiyan responded seriously, "I won't dislike you."
Xia Liang: "..." You don't need to answer every sentence so seriously, it will be embarrassing = =
Then Song Qiyan came up with a stroke of genius, "Also, do you like pies?"
Xia Liang: _... what
Song Qiyan lowered his head, and lifted a paper bag that had been in his hand from the ground up. The bag is quite big and looks full of things. He put the bag on the table and pushed it in Xia Liang's direction.
"For me?" Xia Liang was curious.
Song Qiyan nodded, motioning for her to open it and take a look.
She put the bag on her lap, then looked inside, and found that it was full of Chinese dim sum. She flipped through the Hangzhou mung bean cold cake in surprise, as well as vacuum-packed braised bamboo shoots and duck tongues, boxed glutinous rice cakes, and old-fashioned meat muffins, etc. There were all kinds of dim sum.
She raised her head in surprise and stared blankly at Song Qiyan.
Seeing that she obviously liked it, Song Qiyan loosened his right hand that was originally in his pocket, "Meat floss, let's barely count it as a pie."
Xia Liang is still dumbfounded, this doesn't seem to be the point, Mr. Bei Yan...
Song Qiyan pressed the brim of his hat, and explained uncomfortably, "My family sent it. There are so many, I can't finish it, you should like it." In fact, he called his family specially to send this big bag of food , all brought to Xia Liang.
Wei Jian next to him felt that his presence was low enough. Obviously Song Qiyan didn't look at him at all, but every time he couldn't help but want to speak, he would get a warning look, which caused his stomach to be full of complaints. Wei Jian took a deep breath at this moment, resisting the desire to interrupt.
Brother, if you can't eat it, share it with me! I don't know if I'm going to be crazy about American food? ! Why don't you give me a little bit of charity, bastard or brother! ┭┮﹏┭┮
twenty three.
After dinner in the evening, Song Qiyan still sent Xia Liang back to the apartment, and then walked slowly back to his rented house with Wei Jian.
Wei Jian's look towards Song Qiyan has turned into a complete "emphasis on sex over friends" and contempt.
No brother love anymore╭(╯^╰)╮
And Xia Liang who returned to the apartment, reported safety via WeChat, went back to her room with the big bag of food, quickly turned on the computer and logged into QQ, and stuffed a meat muffin in her mouth.
It's true that I just finished dinner, but, really, really delicious!
Xia Liang's admiration for Song Qiyan in his heart was simply raised to a higher level. Sure enough, Brother Song is really considerate.
Awkward effort, QQ has been logged in. She clicked on Xiaoyu's QQ, and thought about her words.
[Zixia: Well, Xiaoyu, I got a male lead audition.]
Xiaoyu happens to be online and will reply soon.
[Xiaoyu: Oh really? Really? It was a great help! The male lead audition I listened to recently didn't feel anything. who is it? Is it someone from the big club? Wow, that must be a great god!]
[Zi Xia: Well, it’s not from my club, but it’s indeed a great god...]
[Xiaoyu: (⊙o⊙)... Don't make me hungry!]
[Zi Xia: Then calm down.]
[Little fish: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ hurry up]
[Zi Xia: Well, it's Bei Yan.]
[Little fish: ... ... ... ... ... ...]
Before the next conversation could start, the screen was successfully swiped by Xiaoyu's ellipsis. Xia Liang silently took a bite of the meat muffin, thinking, it seems that she is not the worst gaffe.
After ten minutes, when Xiaoyu finally calmed down (?) a little, the conversation progressed.
[Xiaoyu: Daddy, I don't study much, so don't lie to me.]
[Zi Xia: ... Sincerely.]
[Xiaoyu: That Bei Yanda?]
[Zi Xia: ... Well, that's him.]
[Xiaoyu: ... ... Then try a woolen sound, just pull it in and throw it! Fuck, that's that Beiyan Da Da! ! ! ! !]
[Zi Xia: ...be civilized, girl.]
Xia Liang silently stuffed the whole meat muffin into his mouth, and looked at the little fish who accidentally started to explode on the screen, propping up his cheeks. I knew it was going to be a blockbuster.
She ignored Xiaoyu's frenzied message bombardment, and silently escaped offline.
twenty four.
Everything that followed seemed to start to fall into place.
Xia Liang packaged the script and a series of other things and sent it to Song Qiyan, and the other party replied quickly, but only through WeChat. He sent a voice, and the noisy background sound clearly showed that the other party was still on the way.
Song Qiyan: "I will check it when I go back, and I will send the audio to your mailbox as soon as possible. You can forward it to the director for me. You can tell me where you need to go back."
Just after listening to this paragraph, the next voice has already started to play automatically, "Go to bed early, good night, Xialiang."
Xia Liang glanced at the small alarm clock on the bedside table, it clearly showed that it was only past eight o'clock. Xia Liang was silent for a while, and after saying "good night", she silently hugged her clothes to take a bath, and then went to bed.
So when Lin Qian returned to the apartment after nine o'clock and saw Xia Liang's shoes at the door, but there was no sound in the house, Miss Xia Liang, who was strangely entangled with being a night owl, went to bed so early. What evil
Xia Liang slept until dawn.
It was rare to sleep for ten hours, and Xia Liang felt refreshed.
She stretched, and usually picked up her mobile phone and swiped under the quilt to read messages. When checking emails, I almost shook my hand and dropped my phone.
Xia Liang was in tears.
Da Bei Yan, why don't you be so dedicated to your work, and hand in all the notes in one night!
She, the heroine who has been set for a long time, hasn't started recording yet...
When I checked WeChat, there was still Beiyan's voice, it was after two o'clock in the morning.
"I roughly read the novel and recorded the audio. Send it to the director first, and return if there are any problems." He seemed to yawn, "It's late, you should be asleep. Good night."
Xia Liang was holding her mobile phone blankly, and was completely hit by the slightly troubled "good night".
Xia Liang, you are completely finished...
The author has something to say: The Autumn Complaint article is over, and the next one is Winter Nuan.
Qiu Fu should be the longest among the several articles. As I said, this is just a short story. Originally, I planned to only write about the length of Xia Cha in every season, but inexplicably I am confused after writing so much in Qiusu ==
Well, the four seasons reincarnate, and when it comes to summer, this article will be over.
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