Sound waves

After the awards were presented and a group of people took a group photo on the stage, Shu Mingxuan's face had changed from cloudy to sunny. No, he was impatient and impatient.

After taking the photo, a few people here were still chatting with the leader. Shu Mingxuan had already stepped off the stage and put on his coat. Under the attention of Chen Qian and others, he walked out of the auditorium.

A tall, thin man stood at the entrance of the auditorium, waiting for Shu Mingxuan.

The two quickly disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

A few people here looked confused.

Kang Qingyu poked Chen Qian with his elbow: "Hey, what play is your boss Shu singing in? Who is that person?"

Chen Qian was also baffled: "I don't know. After a night of low air pressure, it suddenly rained and cleared, and then went out with a middle-aged man at night? Boss Shu is gay, I know. Well, I've never heard of it. "

Kang Qingyu said in a low voice: "Are you asking?"

Chen Qian pondered: "I'll ask Wen Hao tomorrow. Brother Xuan has sent him some jobs recently, so there may be news."

Kang Qingyu patted him on the shoulder in relief.

"It's up to you whether you can eat melons, brother."

When Shu Mingxuan trotted over from the auditorium, Ouyang Qing kept looking at him.

A very thin woolen coat, which doesn't look like cashmere or wool, inside is a simple plush shirt and a pullover.

It looks very fashionable and fancy.

But Ouyang Qing still frowned.

"You wear too little." Ouyang Qing couldn't help but said after the two walked for a while in the cold wind.

"what?"

Ouyang Qing took off her thick scarf and put it on for Shu Mingxuan: "Keep out the wind, don't catch a cold."

The scarf was thick and made of thick wool, but Ouyang Qing wore it all year round, so it didn't tie her neck much anymore.With the gentle scent of ink on Ouyang Qing's body, and the body temperature on Shu Mingxuan's neck unexpectedly, he froze for a while.

Shu Mingxuan touched the scarf.

It's like going back to that winter day.

There was a moment of warmth in his eyes.

"Boss Shu." Ouyang Qing called him.

"what?"

"Go faster." Ouyang Qing said, "It's too cold."

While Ouyang Qing was making Jiuniang Yuanzi, Shu Mingxuan walked around the room.

It was still the familiar two-bedroom apartment, yet a little strange.

The recording studio in the second bedroom is still there, but the little bed he used to sleep on has been removed.

The desk returned to its original position.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed on them all have traces of more years, and the temperament has settled down.It's like this house, and it's like Ouyang Qing himself.

The lead is gone, and the pearls are not protected.

When he went out, a steaming bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls was placed on the dining table.

It took a long time for this bowl of rice balls.

The dumplings are made by Ouyang Qing, and they are not thickened. After cooking, they are sprinkled with a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus icing.

It looks very gratifying.

Ouyang Qing wiped her hands on the apron, raised her eyes and smiled: "Eat while it's hot."

Shu Mingxuan was taken aback.

"Here, Jiuniang Yuanzi." Ouyang Qing wiped her hands on the apron, "Don't stare at the computer all the time, take a break, Xiao Shu."

"Hmm..." Shu Mingxuan stared at the materials, and reached out to get the fermented glutinous rice balls. It was still a little hot in Beijing at the end of August. Ouyang Qing thoughtfully chilled the balls and sprinkled them with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar.

Shu Mingxuan took a bowl to feed himself, and looked at the marzipan in his bowl in surprise.

"It's delicious."

"As long as it's delicious." Ouyang Qing didn't care about his praise, and looked at the monitor. "What are you looking at?"

"Hmm..." Shu Mingxuan gave himself a big mouthful again, "Teacher, look, this is a script that was planned and sent by our dubbing club. They asked me to play the lead role."

"The main character?"

"It's the protagonist." Shu Mingxuan said.

Ouyang Qing is a very serious character, and he really read the entire script carefully, which looked much cruder than the scripts at work, but he still gave his affirmation.

"Well, it's pretty good. The kids these days are pretty good." He nodded, "A martial arts story, right? There's no heroine."

"This story is about a martial arts leader falling in love with a demon leader. The love and hatred of the two men." Shu Mingxuan took a sneak look at Ouyang Qing after saying this.

"Oh..." Ouyang Qing was not very repulsive, and nodded, "Many radio dramas made in Japan in the early days were aimed at women. Later, many associations on the domestic Internet also did this kind of drama. Didn't you also do it before? Is it similar?"

"Teacher..." Shu Mingxuan asked tentatively, "Do you want to match with me? I think you are very suitable to be the leader of the martial arts."

Ouyang Qing thought about it carefully: "If it were me, I would be more willing to try the role of the leader of the Demon Cult. I think the setting is a big devil who is full of evil spirits and acts recklessly. It feels very challenging."

"The teacher agrees—"

"Just think about it, this new form should be left to you young people to play with." Ouyang Qing said, pointing to the bowl of fermented rice, "Are you still eating? I'm waiting to wash the dishes."

Shu Mingxuan failed to lure him, so depressed, he finished the bowl of ice-cold Jiuniang Yuanzi in one sitting.

When the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen sounded, he lay down on the table depressed, looking listlessly at the script on the computer.

"It's delicious." Shu Mingxuan put down the bowl in his hand, "No one else can make the taste of the dumplings made by the teacher."

Ouyang Qing reached out to take the bowl: "Is it enough? I'll give Boss Shu another bowl. There's still in the pot."

However, his wrist was grabbed by Shu Mingxuan.

"Teacher..." Shu Mingxuan called him softly, grabbed his hand again, and rubbed the back of his hand with his still cold cheek, "I miss you."

Boss Shu looked up at Ouyang Qing: "I miss you so much."

For a moment, Ouyang Qing seemed to see the young man.

His eyes sparkled with admiration and admiration...and love.

In the room where the dumplings have just been made, the temperature seems to be warming up slightly, and the heat rising from the bowl of dumplings seems to be fascinated by people's eyes just now.

Blurred vision.

Ambiguous atmosphere.

As soon as Ouyang Qing let go, the bowl fell back to the table.

Then she was dragged into his arms by Shu Mingxuan.

"I miss you so much..." he whispered in his ear.

"Does the teacher miss me?" He kissed his cheek.

Breathing became rapid.

An emotion was quickly ignited.

Ouyang Qing's rationality and thoughts were blurred... It took him a long time to say with difficulty: "In the pot... Yuanzi..."

"Teacher, I don't want to eat Yuanzi anymore." Shu Mingxuan said.

He kissed his mouth, a deep kiss.

"I want to eat you, okay?" He said in Teacher Ouyang's ear with that sexy voice that no one could resist, with a little coquettish emotion.

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