Sound waves

Ouyang Qing sat on the ground, covering her eyes with her arms.

The tears were sucked dry by the clothes and never fell again.

He curled his legs and sat on the cold floor, as quiet and decent as ever.

This is the kind of person he is...even if he is in such a mess, even if he drives Shu Mingxuan away again...he will never cry.

Forgot how long.

What he has endured is all in the shadows, never exposed to others... Loneliness seems to have become a part of life long ago... It separates him from the world.

The only one who built this bridge seemed to be Shu Mingxuan.

There is only Shu Mingxuan.

He sat there, motionless, in a trance, his thoughts returned to those years...

"Teacher, our club is going to have a New Year's Day gathering."

On the second day of Christmas in 2007, Shu Mingxuan looked at his phone and said excitedly.

"Your club?"

"Yes, the online dubbing club. Everyone is going to come to Beijing for a party! There are about 20 people!"

While listening to Shu Mingxuan's chattering description of how big their club was this time, Ouyang Qing carried the vegetable basket into the kitchen...

"Your club...is called Yinlang, right?"

"Yeah, that's it." Shu Mingxuan followed into the kitchen, took the dishes from Ouyang Qing naturally, put them away by category, and rinsed them under the tap.

He was quite proud, "Teacher, I am the number one in the club."

Ouyang Qing was amused by him: "Is 'top brand' a good adjective, so proud."

"You don't understand this teacher... now the top card is a compliment." Shu Mingxuan opened a WAP page on his mobile phone and flipped through the radio dramas they posted, "Look at this, this, and this... the number of views is not high. It’s low. The total broadcast volume of the dramas produced by our club has exceeded 500 million. And several magazines have even interviewed us.”

Ouyang Qing took a careful look at the small screen of Shu Mingxuan's newly replaced N81 mobile phone, and then looked at Shu Mingxuan's earnest eyes.

He nodded very seriously.

"Well, your club is very powerful."

"Teacher, do you want to join the club face-to-face with me?"

"Mianji? Is it a meeting with netizens?" Ouyang Qing put on her apron and began to chop vegetables, "I'm not going, can you kids play by yourself?"

"Teacher, why are you always so old-fashioned when you talk. You are only in your early thirties." Shu Mingxuan followed him and said, "Go, go, there is nothing to do at home on New Year's Day."

The knife in Ouyang Qing's hand paused: "Xiao Shu, last time I asked you to go back to Guangzhou on New Year's Day, how did you think about it?"

"I won't go back." Shu Mingxuan replied without thinking, "I think it's good to be in Beijing. I'll find a job after the new year."

"seriously?"

"seriously!"

Shu Mingxuan is an adult, so Ouyang Qing didn't need to say anything more, but thought for a while: "Then I'll go back and ask if there is any role that suits you."

"Okay." Shu Mingxuan leaned on his back.

Ouyang Qing's back sank, almost cutting her hand.

"Teacher, come with me..." Shu Mingxuan whispered in his ear coquettishly, "You are at home alone on New Year's Day, I will go by myself, I am reluctant."

Shu Mingxuan's voice has a low-frequency hoarseness, but it doesn't look old-fashioned, but when it's coquettish, it has the softness and clarity unique to young people.

No one can resist.

Neither can Ouyang Qing.

He sighed: "Okay, I'll go with you."

The meeting place was chosen to be a coffee shop in Nanluoguxiang, a coffee shop in the old alley. They rented a whole big room at the back for a day. A group of people were chattering inside, causing Ouyang Qing to have a headache.

He has nothing to say to this group of strange children, and the young people are a little far away from him.

Fortunately, he took the script, put it in a folder, and read it slowly.

"Hello, Teacher Ouyang." A strange voice came.

"Teacher, this is my good friend, the dubbing team leader of the club." Shu Mingxuan said, "Lele."

"My name is Wei Lexian."

Wei Lexian was about the same age as Shu Mingxuan, and stretched his neck to look at the notebook in Ouyang Qing's hand: "Teacher, what are you reading? Is it a script?"

"Well, a new TV series. I will enter the studio next week." Ouyang Qing said, "Get acquainted first."

Wei Lexian naturally showed admiration and longing in his eyes.

"Teacher Ouyang is very good." He said, "I heard Shu Mingxuan said that you would come over, so I checked your information on the Internet...I admire you very much, you have dubbed so many stars."

Several young people around heard his words and squeezed over.

Their eyes were full of admiration just like Wei Lexian's.

"Teacher, can we be professional voice actors in the future?" Wei Lexian asked him.

Ouyang Qing knew that their information on dubbing and voice acting came from Japan, so she thought about it and closed the script.

"Would you like to see the recording studio?"

Ouyang Qing called a recording studio owner she was familiar with, and then took a group of them there.

Some people have gone to the studio to record songs before.

However, in 08, most young people had never stepped into this environment.

Things that have not been touched before always seem strange and lofty.

After they turned around and came out, it was already late, and many people dragged them to the KTV, and slowly got into the car and left.

Ouyang Qing took Shu Mingxuan and Wei Lexian into the parking lot.

As he was walking in front, he heard Wei Lexian say to Shu Mingxuan, "Let's also be voice actors in the future."

Shu Mingxuan answered him: "Not only do you want to be a voice actor, but you also need to set up your own recording studio and set up a company to do voiceovers."

It's a bit cold.

Ouyang Qing looked up at the night sky.

I don't know why I feel happy.

It seems that that time, after that day, something took root in Shu Mingxuan's heart.

Even after separation...he still pays attention to Xiao Shu.

Later, when Weibo became lively, he even studied Weibo seriously and followed Shu Mingxuan secretly.

Watching him slowly go further, step by step to the present.

Xiao Shu fulfilled the promise he made back then.

Every work of Xiao Shu, every time he appears on camera, he cherishes it...

In the long hours of solitude, talk for solace.

——He would never guess that he is one of his 800 million fans, right?

In a drowsy sleep, Ouyang Qing couldn't help but smile slightly.

The author says:

Typo not picked.

Merry Christmas