Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Zhou Zhou: Is work not going well?

Gu Ling slowly got up and went to the kitchen. She filled the kettle with water and pressed the switch.

The sound of the boiling kettle was a bit loud. Gu Ling rubbed her temples impatiently and left the kitchen, sighing.

"It's just going too smoothly. There are so many people looking for me, and the workload is huge!"

Lu Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief and laughed softly: Do you have to be so Versailles?

Gu Ling is really not Versailles. She loves dubbing and adds emotional tone to a silent character, making them vivid and lively, and letting them enter the hearts of every audience.

This was the original owner's wish, and now, when she entered this world, this was her dream.

Ever since the character of Yan Qi added the exclusive lover gameplay, Yan Qi is no longer just Yan Qi.

She communicates with players under the guise of Yan Qi, but the one who actually communicates with the players is Gu Ling, not Yan Qi.

The character of Yan Qi is no longer pure, and there is a shadow of a voice actor in Yan Qi.

Gu Ling also cannot feel the joy of dubbing in his daily dubbing work.

If the physical fatigue caused by work can be eliminated by a good sleep, then the emptiness and fatigue in the soul are like layers of dust covering the passionate heart.

She had only signed a six-month contract with "Lovesickness". Although Yan Qi became very popular, she did not plan to renew the contract, and when the contract expired, she could just go for an interview for "Peach Blossom Land".

She still remembers that her goal was to become an excellent voice actor.

Zhou Zhou: Are you boiling water?

Gu Ling leaned against the kitchen door frame, holding a cell phone in one hand, looking somewhat lazy and tired. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the kettle that was beginning to steam, her mind a little empty.

"Well, I can't even get a sip of hot water when I get home from get off work."

The tone was actually a bit aggrieved.

Lu Wenzhou stood on the balcony, the cool evening breeze blowing through his short hair. He looked at the street lights downstairs. The slightly dim lights illuminated the dark road. The light in the distance was reflected in his eyes. His pupils curved slightly, and sparkling, fragmented light spread in his eyes.

He felt a little sad because of sympathy, but the words he typed were full of gloating: How miserable.

With a slight sound, the annoying sound of the kettle gradually stopped, and Gu Ling took out a cup and poured water.

She stretched out her fingers and brushed the white mist above the cup. The hot steam brought her a slight pain. She took her fingers away, looked at her slightly red fingertips, and sighed again.

"The water is hot."

The water was very hot, and there was no cold water to drink at Gu Ling's house, so he could only wait until it cooled down before drinking it.

Zhou Zhou: Just add some cold water and the problem will be solved.

"What should I do if it doesn't happen?"

Lu Wenzhou could almost imagine the other person wanting to drink water but having to wait for the water to cool down. He must have felt a little aggrieved and depressed.

Zhou Zhou: Then just wait!

Gu Ling found out that he was wrong. Zhou Zhou was not some cute guy. On the contrary, he seemed to be a bit evil in nature.

"I'm really curious, how did you grow so big?"

He was a vicious person at heart and had a sharp tongue. It must be God's mercy that he was not beaten to death.

Zhou Zhou: I was chased, beaten, and scolded, and then... I grew up.

Lu Wenzhou looked up at the faint starlight in the sky. He didn't know whether the stars were too far away or the starlight was too faint. Not a single star in the sky caught his eye. There was only the pitch-black sky and the thick darkness in his eyes.

Lu Wenzhou's mother, Su Xieyi, did not come from a well-off family. Her mother ran away, and her father died shortly after she became an adult.

After Lu Wenzhou was born, he and Su Xieyi lived in an urban village. Being a young and beautiful single mother always faces many difficulties, but Su Xieyi's childhood experiences have taught her how to survive here.

Beautiful, fierce, not easy to mess with, with a wide network of contacts, a woman can swear even dirtier than a man.

This is the most prominent label on Su Xieyi.

Lu Wenzhou is almost a gender-reversed version of Su Xieyi, but perhaps because he is younger, Lu Wenzhou is not as popular as his mother.

But this guy has a bad temper. If someone offends him today, he will take revenge that same night.

Lu Wenzhou's childhood before the age of twelve was spent being chased, beaten and scolded. From the age of twelve to eighteen, there were fewer beatings and scoldings, but he felt that those veiled words and secret looks were not as good as the overt bullying in the urban villages.

Lu Wenzhou could only hear Gu Ling's silent breathing. He lowered his head and typed: Are you so scared that you dare not speak because you find that I am annoying?

Gu Ling looked at the light words on the phone and couldn't imagine what Zhou Zhou's expression was like now, but she didn't feel guilty for involving other people's sad stories.

There are many miserable people in this world, and she is one of them. There is really no need to have any extra sympathy for her.

Her voice was light and her tone was neither hurried nor slow: "It just so happens that I am a popular person, so we complement each other."

Even if you pretend to be a charmer, you are still a charmer, right?

At this time, neither of them knew that after the twelve-year-old Lu Wenzhou left, the ten-year-old original owner came to the small urban village. The two arrived one after another, like two parallel lines suddenly intersecting, and then one day fourteen years later, there was a second intersection.

Lu Wenzhou's heart seemed to be floating in warm water. When submerged in the water, he felt a suffocating feeling that made it hard to breathe. When he surfaced, handfuls of fresh air rushed into his lungs, and the warm warmth slowly climbed up his body and into his heart.

Lu Wenzhou felt that he was really in trouble.

His heart was moved by every word Yan Qi said, and the corners of his mouth twitched every time Yan Qi smiled.

He loved her, Yan Qi - his perfect lover.

The moon hidden by the clouds showed its silhouette, and the bright moonlight poured down, adding a bit of warmth to the people under the moon.

Zhou Zhou: Xiaoqi, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

Gu Ling's dark eyes were calm and deep, and his tone was gentle: "I think so too."

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. Gu Ling understood his implicit confession. She might have sensed the player's unusual feelings from just a few words, but so what?

Who does Zhou Zhou like? Is it Yan Qi? Yan Qi is just a paper man. A mature adult is always cautious about feelings. Gu Ling doesn't think that the other party is the kind of person who can't distinguish between reality and fantasy.

So it's her that you like? That's too superficial.

Gu Ling is domineering and possessive. She learned more than just acting from the orphanage. She also mastered the skill of being indifferent.

She didn't have Yan Qi's kind of gentleness that came from the bottom of her heart, and she didn't bother to rescue a stranger she had never met before.

The last time she helped Bai Shu, it was only because of Bai Shu's stubbornness and the fact that he didn't ask her for help. These made her think of herself, so she felt a little kind.

Helping Bai Shu was just an accident.

She hated the passers-by who watched coldly, but the funny thing was that she eventually became one of them.

The plot of a hero saving a beautiful girl would never happen to her, and calling the police was the greatest kindness she could show.

So don’t ever say that Zhou Zhou likes her. He doesn’t even know what the real Gu Ling is like. To say he likes her is too cheap.

After all, it was just an illusion that she was someone like Yan Qi in real life.

She likes unique things, which are always pure, firm, and especially emotional.

Obviously, she thought that Zhou Zhou's love was not unique, and even because of this superficial love, the special feeling she had for Zhou Zhou in her heart gradually dissipated.

The water in the cup gradually cooled down, and the temperature was just right for drinking.

Her fair hands seemed to be cool under the pale light, and the warm water flowed into her mouth and soothed her dry and tired throat.

The water flowed into the stomach, but the emotion that had just sprouted in the heart gradually decreased as the water in the cup, and then -

Not a drop is left.