Warm Burning [Net Matching]

Du Ran, male, 1.8 meters five, unmarried.

Currently a sophomore at Nanqing University.

It is said that 20 years ago, Du Ran’s classmate just fell into the grass, and his father was so busy that he gave him a name, but after confinement, his mother carefully copied Du Ran’s birth date and the name given by Du’s father. Master, please palm your eyes.The master had a chubby, fat face, his thumb wiped his beard from left to right, and stared at him with bright mung bean eyes: "Wow, this kid..."

Mother Du said, "Hey."

"This child lacks water in his life!" Mung Dou narrowed his eyes again, "Look at the name of your son again: no water makes wood, and wood makes fire. What's wrong!"

The master took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, shaking his head with an inscrutable expression.

Mama Du was just about to ask for a name for Du Ran, when she saw a municipal supervision car driving up beside the stall, and stopped at the fortune-telling booth with a scooter sound. Just as a few municipal law enforcement officers in work uniforms got off, the master panicked God, using both hands and feet, rolled up the four-pillar gossip map on the ground very smoothly, wrapped in bits and pieces of magic tools, paper and pens.Yihu put his back on his back, took two steps and felt that something was wrong, turned his head and gestured anxiously to Mama Du: "The ponytail under your buttocks is mine—" The master rushed back to get the stool, not wanting to be grabbed by Mama Du Pulling his sleeves: "You haven't said what name you should change for my son."

I don’t know what the eyes of the crowd are like, but the urban management’s eyes are discerning anyway. Before they really got close to the two of them, a young urban management guy wearing black-rimmed glasses shouted loudly: “You bastard is here to cheat money again. Oh, last time—hasn’t the punishment been enough?” The colleagues next to him burst into laughter, the master covered his bare head with odds and ends, and held a Maza in his right hand, and fled.

Du's father just laughed it off when he knew about it, so Du Ran didn't change his name or surname because of this.

However, the master's words are true, Du Ran lacks water in his life, and since childhood he has a hot-tempered personality, and he can be regarded as a sincere man by speaking frankly. Adjectives such as "gentle" don't touch him at all, and he speaks "the city wall only begins-without turning".Fortunately, since he was a child, he has played with boys who are as rough-skinned and thick-skinned as him, and there are no bad consequences.

But at this moment, he lightly put down the light-blocking curtain on the bed, pressed his finger on the power button of the computer, and plugged the monitor earphones into his ears. It's the same, the face is still the same, but the expression is serious, and the lines that seemed cold and hard before are softened, as if entering another world.

world of sound.

There is the sound of horseshoes, the wind blows across the sand field, the grass grows and warblers fly, springs come and winter go, there are travelers with vicissitudes of life, and there are generals covered in scars.But more, it is joy after joy.The gentle girl with a soft voice meets the cold and deep son, the enchanting and gorgeous fox fairy meets the calm and gentle emperor, the vicious female ghost entangles the innocent student... Du Ran doesn't like all these slightly clichéd... For the story, he just stood in front of the computer with his arms folded, admiring them, admiring the people who were struggling behind the sound, and then heard the dry sound of his hands over and over again, carefully building the scene of the background sound.

That's right, Du Ran is a late stage radio drama.

Few people pay attention outside this circle, but it is an extremely important type of work within the circle.

Of course, just now Du Ran subconsciously glanced at the opposite bunk, and the buddy had already closed the curtain early and fell asleep.I still remember that on the first night in the dormitory, Du Ran clicked the mouse a little louder, waking up the buddy on the opposite bed. The buddy tore off the blindfold he was wearing, and yelled at Du Ran with a sullen face.

"How can you be so uneducated? The mouse is so loud that it keeps people from sleeping!"

As a result, all the sleeping people in the dormitory were woken up by this buddy.After waking up, he was dizzy and was fooled by that buddy, and they all pointed the finger at Du Ran.

Du Ran grew up from a rough man, never met, let alone thought, that there are boys who can fight like a shrew, he was tongue-tied for a while and forgot to explain.He lowered his head and stared at the tender and handsome face opposite, and two big words popped out firmly in his heart: "Wonderful."

Although Du Ran is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, he is not a masochist either. He turned back with a murderous spiel, smearing black and white and making red in one go, and his voice was steady and well-founded, completely making Zhengtai dumbfounded speechless.

From then on, they didn't like each other's eyes, and Liang Zi had been tied since that day.The relationship between the two of them can be summed up in one sentence as "If you are well, then you will be fine." From small dormitory gatherings to large student union activities, almost everywhere there is Du Ran, there is a figure opposite each other. , Just order a dish and two people can pinch together.Later, the students got used to it. Sometimes when the opposite shop is empty or Du Ran is busy, everyone will habitually ask "Hey, where is that one?"

"Dead." They all replied angrily.

This tacit understanding.

The opposite shop has a name that is completely inconsistent with his personality: Wen Bowen.It is estimated that the elders hope that he is well-educated, knowledgeable, gentle and so on. The former may be enough for Wen Bowen, but the latter is an impossible task for Wen Bowen to pass the level.

From the fact that he couldn't bear the small mouse sound, Du Ran concluded that he was a child with low EQ and no stamina.Simply put, being spoiled by the elders.It makes sense to be spoiled. Wen Bowen has a tender and handsome face. His skin is so white that he doesn't look like a modern college student who has been tortured by three military trainings. He has eyes with single eyelids and the tip of the eyes is slightly raised. As long as it is not a look of love The look of ignoring the answer should be a gentleman with a literary talent, so people can't bear to criticize him.Coupled with the fact that people are smart, they are basically parents holding teachers to protect them, and they are born with a greenhouse flower.

It's just because he was too noisy, Du Ran didn't bother to reason with him, and he just tolerated it most of the time, so there was the scene where he gently pulled down the curtain to block the light in his bed.

Separated from the outside world, Du Ran is immersed in the world of sound with peace of mind.Recently, I have been busy during the day, and only at night can I quietly turn on the dry sound polished by AA.The interface is multi-track, and the audio spectrum is dazzling. Countless sound effects are neatly placed in the computer folder. When needed, Du Ran will find them in the shortest time and arrange troops.

Du Ran's fingertips had a thin layer of calluses.That is the result of long-term keyboard, mouse and audio dealings.His scene construction created one world after another, and slowly, because of his seriousness and responsibility and his ability to perceive sound, he was gradually praised as one of the late masters in the circle.

He himself has no idea of ​​being famous. He doesn't play Weibo, doesn't watch BBS, and even seldom logs in to Facebook. His biggest hobby is just listening to his own works and feeling the time and space spanning thousands of years.

Focusing his eyes on the flickering screen under the slightly dim light, moving his fingers skillfully on the keyboard, trying not to make too much noise, it took Du Ran an hour and a half to complete the first three scenes of the new play .With a relaxed expression on his face, he stretched his waist, put his palms on his sore neck and pinched it twice, and opened the post-receiving special massage.In the next second, the earphones were filled with Mr. Penguin's "tweet-tweet-tweet" message.Du Ran opened it to take a look.

[Shenyun Pavilion] Xuanji 19:29:26

The fire is big. "Tiance Jiangshan" has released a post~(≧▽≦)/, the address is here↓

[Shenyun Pavilion] Xuanji 20:33:07

Hey, isn't Da Dae here again?

[Shenyun Pavilion] Xuanji 23:50:53

Ah... going to sleep soon.Let me just say it, I know that Da Da usually doesn’t go back to watch drama posts, but everyone in the production team is really grateful for Da Da’s help this time.I didn't expect to make a big move before... QAQ is a bit incoherent, but thank you again!