Sound waves

As soon as Wen Hao sent the list to the project team, the other party's producer called.

"Teacher Shu, I thought you were going to act in person as the first male lead." The person said very politely, "I have seen a few plays you acted in before, and they are all pretty good."

Shu Mingxuan had already arrived at Gaobeidian and was about to get off the car. Wen Hao doggedly carried the briefcase to the boss and listened gossipingly.

"Well, yes. Isn't this the company's emphasis? We can't be vague about gift films. The teacher Ouyang I invited this time is an old man in the dubbing circle and also my master. This time, I specially invited someone out of the mountain It's easy to talk about it, but it's difficult, it's really too difficult."

Wen Hao frowned upon hearing this.

When Shu Mingxuan hung up the phone and looked at Wen Hao, he became angry: "Why are you shaking your head and frowning?"

"Brother Xuan, Teacher Ouyang is very angry. You've talked to the producer, what if Teacher Ouyang doesn't answer?" Wen Hao asked him.

"No, what's the matter, I've been stuck in Songzhuang for an hour and a half, and you haven't contacted Mr. Ouyang?"

"I dare not." Wen Hao confessed.

Shu Mingxuan took a deep breath: "I'll call him now."

The phone over there was quickly connected.

"Hi, hello. I'm Ouyang Qing."

Ouyang Qing's voice came from the other end of the phone, cold and clear, like the snow on the iceberg melting into water, slowly flowing into a clear spring under the snow mountain, trickling in.

"Teacher, it's me." Shu Mingxuan said.

There was a moment of silence, as if he wanted to hang up the phone, Shu Mingxuan quickly said: "Teacher, don't hang up!"

His cowardly demeanor almost made Wen Hao laugh.

"What do you want from me?" Ouyang Qing asked.

Shu Mingxuan glared at Wen Hao, and explained the general cause and effect: "So I want to invite a teacher to match the male lead, and the salary will probably be..."

He said a number.

Wen Hao raised his eyebrows.

——Oh my god, this price is much higher than Shu Mingxuan himself.

"Can't you go up by yourself?" Ouyang Qing asked him.

"Teacher, you also know my voice quality. It's too expensive, so it's hard to match the feeling of a revolutionary righteous man." Shu Mingxuan opened his eyes and said nonsense, "This role is not suitable for me. But the film crew also values ​​it very much. Please come out, I don’t have any other heavyweight candidates. Just do me a favor.”

Wen Hao glared at him.

——The company has nothing else, there are a lot of voice actors, and there are a lot of well-known and trusted people inside and outside the circle. If you can't even choose a protagonist, just wait for it to close down.Fudge, you continue to flick.

"This is different from the dramas we usually do. This is a tribute film. Rennanyi is also an old artist. If it weren't for the problem with the live radio, Mr. Ren's voice is not good recently, and the director would not come to us urgently. Save the day." Shu Mingxuan said, "Teacher, let's just look at the past...um...teacher-student relationship?"

Shu Mingxuan talked all the time, but Ouyang Qing finally agreed: "Mr. Shu is looking for a job for me, but I pushed back and forth, and I took myself too seriously. You don't need to say it, I agree."

Shu Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll send you the notebook later."

Wen Hao was dumbfounded when he hung up the phone.

"Isn't it okay to post an electronic version online, and give the book in person? What age is this?"

Shu Mingxuan glanced at him sympathetically.

"Do you know why you are single?"

Wen Hao was confused: "Ah? Why?"

Shu Mingxuan said that he was giving away the notebooks, and he has already booked a restaurant on Qingnian Road and asked Ouyang Qing to have lunch there.

It may be that the cannibal's mouth is soft and his hands are short, but Ouyang Qing didn't refuse.

When it was dark and the neon lights gradually lit up the whole street, Ouyang Qing took a taxi downstairs.

Shu Mingxuan looked down from the window on the second floor. He was wearing a woolen overcoat, a soft cashmere scarf, a thick shirt inside, and gold-rimmed glasses. His hair was trimmed meticulously—quite a bit Gentle Confucian temperament.

People in their 40s don't look old, and life doesn't seem to have left any mark on him.

He is like a jar of wine.

The longer the time, the more precipitation went down.

The gentle fragrance is brewed, which is more worthy of careful tasting.

Ouyang Qing entered the building, and after about 5 minutes, he was led to this table. He took off his shoes and got on the tatami mat, kneeling and sitting meticulously.

"Teacher, it's so cold, it's hard work for you to make a trip." Shu Mingxuan asked the waiter to bring the menu card.

Ouyang Qing looked around, and raised his hand to touch the grain on the table. There were growth rings on the low solid wood table.

After a while, he said: "It's the first time you played the leading role, and the night you got the money, you invited me to this Japanese restaurant."

Shu Mingxuan flipped through the catalog and ordered with the waiter, and said nonchalantly, "Really? I forgot. The tuna here is pretty good, I come here often."

After saying this, he couldn't help but secretly went to see Ouyang Qing.

In fact, many emotions have long been forgotten, but when they saw Ouyang Qing, they couldn't help but become alive again, and those past and past gradually became clear.

"What would you like to eat, teacher?" Shu Mingxuan said.

"Then let's have a bowl of buckwheat noodles." Ouyang Qing said.

"Just eat soba noodles?"

"Well..." Ouyang Qing replied, "I have been a vegetarian for the past few years, and I can't eat anything else."

Shu Mingxuan was taken aback for a moment: "Why did you suddenly change to a vegetarian diet? Master believes in Buddhism?"

"Not really. I have a bad throat, and it smells like meat. I would vomit after eating it." Ouyang Qing said lightly.

His answer was understated.

The tone was even calm.

But Shu Mingxuan knew Ouyang Qing too well. He could tell when he was performing and when he was speaking normally.

Ouyang Qing's voice carried a nonchalant cover-up, as if there were many secrets hidden behind it.

If he was still the passionate and silly boy in his 20s, he would definitely open up and ask Ouyang Qing what happened and how he was doing in the past five years.

After breaking up, why have you refused to contact him?

He has too many questions to ask him.

He also has too many things he wants to confide in him, as if he was his teacher in the first years of acquaintance, and it seems that he was involuntarily attracted to him later.

But Shu Mingxuan swallowed those words, and just ordered a bowl of soba noodles according to Ouyang Qing's wishes.

When the food came, Shu Mingxuan's talkative energy also came up.

I ordered a bottle of sake, and while drinking, I started to talk nonsense with Ouyang Qing.

Ouyang Qing didn't refute him either, she ate her own soba noodles and listened to what he said in heaven and earth, sometimes she couldn't help laughing when she heard it was interesting.

His eyes light up when he smiles.

Shu Mingxuan looked at him and felt drunk.

After eating, it was past nine o'clock when I went downstairs.

"Let me take a taxi." Ouyang Qing said, "You call a substitute driver, don't drive after drinking."

"Ah."

Ouyang Qing under the street lamp looked very gentle, a little different from the Ouyang Qing we met in June.

Probably this restaurant, this atmosphere.

softened his heart.

"By the way, where's the notebook? Didn't you say to send me the notebook?"

"Oh, look at my memory." Shu Mingxuan said with a smile, and then handed over a very delicate USB flash drive, "The book is too thick, so I copied it for you."

Ouyang Qing wanted to take it, but Shu Mingxuan grabbed her hand.

Caught off guard by this move, Ouyang Qing was also a little surprised, looking up at him, his eyes were full of burning emotion.

"Teacher, don't go back tonight." Shu Mingxuan said hoarsely, "Stay with me, okay?"