Sound waves

When Shu Mingxuan woke up, there was noise in the kitchen.

He sat up abruptly.

A burnt smell came from the kitchen... There was also a puff of green smoke...

Before he was clear-headed, he got up reflexively, rushed into the kitchen, and saw Ouyang Qing staring at the burnt pot in a daze.

He turned off the fire very skillfully, threw the pot into the sink, and turned off the power of the soybean milk machine.

Open the soymilk machine to see...

Good thing at least the water was added and the beans were not being ground dry.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

"Make breakfast." Ouyang Qing said expressionlessly.

"..." Shu Mingxuan looked at him with a sleepy face.

Ouyang Qing's expression was still sacred and inviolable.

……Fine.

He yawned...and scratched his hair: "Then, wait in your living room for a while, I'll come."

"...The equipment here is too new, I don't know how to use it." Ouyang Qing seemed to be trying to save some dignity.

"Yes, I know." Shu Mingxuan followed the good advice, "You are good at cooking. When we lived together, you cooked for me. Three meals a day consisted of meat and vegetables, and the combination was reasonable. I grew taller. I was 178 when we met, and 187 when we broke up."

Ouyang Qing wiped her hands: "You are poor."

Shu Mingxuan smiled and sent his ancestors into the living room, closed the kitchen door, looked at the messy kitchen that hadn't been used much since he moved in, and took a deep breath.

Teacher Ouyang's cooking skills have not improved much over the years.

The level has always been at the level of being able to do things well, and it often fluctuates up and down-for example, today it probably fluctuates a little bit.

Shu Mingxuan rolled up his sleeves, cleaned up the remains of various foods, made soy milk again, steamed buns, ate two poached eggs, and even made a handful of broccoli in hot water.

When he finished packing and took it out, Ouyang Qing had already tidied up all the quilts he had put on the sofa, and then sat by himself and turned on the TV to watch current affairs news.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined.

Watching the news has been a habit for many years. In Shu Mingxuan's memory, he did it more than ten years ago.

"Teacher, have breakfast."

Ouyang Qing looked at it seriously, holding the remote control in her hand, and said "um" absently in a low voice.

The resonance in the voice made Shu Mingxuan's heart tremble a little.

...Last night, this man was just humming like this, his scalp was numb, and his soul was about to break through the sky and let him hook him away.

Behind the sofa in the living room is a dining table for ten people. Shu Mingxuan brought out the food, set it up, went to the drawer to get an ear thermometer, and came out to measure Ouyang Qing's temperature.

The temperature is already normal.

"Teacher, let's eat first. After eating the meal and taking the cold medicine again, you should be fine." Shu Mingxuan said.

Ouyang Qing finally realized that this was not her own home, so she put down the remote control, sat at the dining table, looked at the breakfast in front of her, and said, "Thank you, Boss Shu, for making breakfast for me."

"Hey, why did the teacher cheat on me?" Shu Mingxuan choked on him, so he could only smile, "I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know if it suits your taste."

Ouyang Qing wasn't too angry, so she ate seriously for a while.

"Is this enough to eat?" Shu Mingxuan asked him.

"Ah."

Half a steamed bun, a boiled egg, a few mouthfuls of soy milk...

"Teacher, are you trying to lose weight? It's time to feed the birds. You've never eaten so little before."

"As you get older, you eat less." Ouyang Qing said, "It's not a big deal."

Speaking of which, the last time I went to eat Japanese food, the teacher's bowl of soba noodles was not touched much.

Shu Mingxuan was wondering what was going on, but Ouyang Qing had already put down the bowl and chopsticks, pushed a chair and stood up.

"I'm going back."

"Huh? So fast."

"Didn't Boss Shu say that I'm fine? Don't bother me anymore." Ouyang Qing regained that attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, took a coat and a scarf and began to put it on.

Shu Mingxuan managed to abduct him into his home with great difficulty, how could Ouyang Qing be willing to leave so quickly, and rushed over to grab him by the wrist.

Ouyang Qing looked down at his hands, then slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

"Boss Shu, is there anything else?"

Shu Mingxuan let go of his hand with a smirk: "It's like this. You know that I later started a company called Xinyinlang, which was opened in Qikeshu."

"Slightly heard."

"If you have nothing to do today, why don't you go to Qikeshu with me? My company over there is relatively large and has a more corporate sense. I have received a lot of interesting new business. Go over and have a look and give me guidance."

Ouyang Qing was silent for a while.

Shu Mingxuan's heart pounded.

He really couldn't find any other reason for a while.

I was afraid to hear Ouyang Qing say that he was not free.

But in the end Ouyang Qing said: "Okay, I don't have class today, I'm going to see Boss Shu."

It takes only 10 minutes to drive from Guomao.

Shumingxuan's Xinyinlang is located in the innermost part of the Qikeshu Industrial Park, and the house here is bigger than the one in Gaobei.Sinwave occupies a building here, with two floors above and below. When you push the door open, you will see a lobby. The windows on the left and right sides are filled with the awards, honors, and cultural backgrounds that Sinwave and its voice actors have won over the years. A group photo of industry leaders, celebrities, actors and seniors.

Of course, Shu Mingxuan himself appeared most frequently.

"It's too early." Shu Mingxuan saw that he was watching carefully, and said casually, "I have retreated behind the scenes for the past two years, and the group of young people below are much more active than me."

"I saw Boss Shu's various variety shows, and the news got a lot of exposure. I heard that you also have tens of millions of fans on Weibo." Ouyang Qing ruthlessly exposed his false modesty.

"There are so many, less than 800 million." Shu Mingxuan didn't feel embarrassed: "In the self-media era, being a KOL is also to attract traffic to the company."

Ouyang Qing shook her head slightly: "I always feel that it's not the way of dubbing, and I can't understand it. Too much exposure, less sense of distance and mystery, and the voice will not stick to your face. You can match everything with Mingxuan."

"If there is attention and enthusiasm, the business will be popular and the capital will be able to see it. Now it is such a business logic, there is no way." Shu Mingxuan replied.

"Dubbing is not a business." Ouyang Qing said, "It's performance, it's art. A dubbing actor is a person standing behind the scenes, a way to reproduce a character with sound. Every character and every video is worthy of its dubbing actor. Study, figure out, and simulate the character's heart in advance, use dubbing skills, adjust the voice line, and complete the shaping of this character."

"Yes." Shu Mingxuan knew that Ouyang Qing's stubborn temper was coming up again, so he quickly coaxed him, "I was wrong, I'm superficial——"

"Let me ask you, Shu Mingxuan. Do you still do basic training every day, do you do oral exercises, breath exercises, and vibration control? Do you still do biographies and analysis after receiving the book? Character, research or not the style of the work?"

Shu Mingxuan's head hurts.

The soul torture made him seem to have returned to the time when he was studying with Ouyang Qing.

The more I listen, the more guilty I feel.

He almost told the truth in his heart, "Who still does this now?" - the person who greeted him must have scolded his head and covered his face and didn't run away.

"Take advantage of the Buddha's feet temporarily, relying on the sound of your voice to make money." Ouyang Qing said angrily, "You can live for a few years."

"Yes, I was wrong. I must change."

...but a guilty conscience is a guilty conscience.

It's flattering to be scolded.

Teacher Ouyang was so cute when he was stubborn, and his face turned red.

The author says:

The typo was not picked, and the head office of Shu moved to Qikeshu. Songzhuang was too far away, and it was a waste of oil.