Sound waves

In the evening, Shu Mingxuan received a WeChat friend request.

He opened it and saw that it belonged to Ouyang Qing. He quickly sat up and pressed the pass button.

[Thank you, Boss Shu, for thinking about it, and even delivered me a takeaway today. 】Ouyang Qing said, 【This takeaway is not cheap. 】

Shu Mingxuan thought for a long time, and pretended to be angry: [What's the matter, we, Yinlang, take the dubbing teacher we invited so seriously.You are too kind. 】

【Well, thanks again, Boss Shu. 】 Ouyang Qing said.

[Don't give it away next time. 】Ouyang Qing said again.

Shu Mingxuan was stunned, and reflexively asked: 【Why?Isn't it delicious? 】

【Too much to eat.And trouble you to run over to deliver food, it feels too much work.It's good for me to eat the same as everyone else. 】

[How can I do that, isn't the teacher not allowed to eat meat? 】

[I'm not that squeamish, just don't eat meat. 】

【teacher……】

[Boss Shu, really don't give it away. 】 Ouyang Qing said.

[I can't bear this love. 】

After he finished speaking, Ren Shu Mingxuan didn't reply any more.

Shu Mingxuan was in a hurry and wanted to give him a call, but he also felt that he was too shameless, so he rushed to make Ouyang Qing humiliate him.

I was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. I went downstairs to the living room and wanted to turn on the TV. I opened the drawer to find the remote control, but the drawer was full of CDs of video clips dubbed by Ouyang Qing that year.

Shu Mingxuan was so angry that he slammed the drawer, went to the kitchen to find wine, and took two drinks before he recovered.

Shu Mingxuan's house is a two-story duplex above a commercial apartment in Guomao.

When I passed by here, I once said to Ouyang Qing: "Teacher, the view here is good. At night, when the lights are on, you can have a panoramic view of the whole International Trade Center."

Later the house was bought.

The person who accompanied him to see the house left.

Shu Mingxuan sat cross-legged in front of the French window, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

It stands to reason that he should smoke less and drink less... But tonight he really can't bear it.

"Shu Mingxuan, you're a fucking bitch." He scolded himself, "People don't care about you a long time ago, you insist on sticking your hot face to other people's cold ass."

I don't know how long I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the traffic downstairs is very small.

In the world of adults, there is not much time left for him to be sad.

The sun is up, and the day goes on.

No matter how uncomfortable it was, he only gave himself a pack of cigarettes to remember.Shu Mingxuan smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and the last one died in the ashtray.

Stand up and go upstairs and fall asleep.

Before falling asleep, he swore that he would never go to Gaobeidian again for the rest of his life.

His vow lasted only three and a half days.

On the fourth day Ouyang Qing entered the shed at around eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Hao called him: "Brother Xuan, when are you coming to the company?"

"No, I'm busy."

"...Come here." Wen Hao hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Shu Mingxuan thought, "Ouyang Qing lost his temper again? Let me tell you that if he doesn't cooperate well this time, he won't be invited in the future. I'm an old actor, and I'm still struggling like this. I can't see it!"

"No, no, Mr. Ouyang cooperated very well. You can adjust it as you want, and re-record it as you want. He also played for several people. Not only that, several teachers of the group also recorded it. No see Such a good actor."

"What's the matter?"

"This...Ms. Ouyang has been working very hard these past few days. He gets past ten o'clock every night. He is basically the last one to leave." Wen Hao coughed, feeling a little guilty, "It's also my fault, the arrangement is too tight Yes. Isn’t today the last day? Teacher Ouyang has been NG many times, and his spirit is not very good. And this voice..."

Shu Mingxuan became anxious immediately: "I'll go over now."

When Shu Mingxuan drove there, it was almost ten o'clock, and everyone in the company had almost left, only Wen Hao and the sound engineer were left packing their things.

"Where's Ouyang Qing?" Shu Mingxuan opened the door and asked right away.

Wen Hao was stunned for a moment: "The teacher went to the bathroom."

Shu Mingxuan hurried out and met Ouyang Qing in the corridor.

His hair and cheeks were wet, and even his collar was stained with water. His face was not as fair as usual, but his cheeks had an abnormal blush.

"Teacher, you—" Shu Mingxuan raised his hand and touched his forehead, "You have a fever."

"Low fever, it's all right." Ouyang Qing said, her voice was much hoarse than normal, and she used her voice too much when she heard it.

Hearing this voice, Shu Mingxuan was heartbroken: "Why didn't you pay attention? Didn't you have surgery on your throat? Don't you know how to adjust it yourself?"

"I'm really fine." Ouyang Qing coughed twice again.

Shu Mingxuan dragged him to his office, boiled the water again, took out the ointment for protecting the throat specially formulated by a famous doctor before, rinsed it up, tested the water temperature repeatedly, and handed it to him when it was just right. Ouyang Qing.

Ouyang Qing frowned after taking a sip.

"...It's hard to drink."

"Finish." Shu Mingxuan said, "You don't want your throat anymore?"

Ouyang Qing didn't say anything else, maybe because her voice was too tired to speak, she picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

While Ouyang Qing was drinking the lozenges, Shu Mingxuan rummaged through his drawer and found an ear thermometer. He took Ouyang Qing's temperature.

38 degrees five.

"I don't know how to take good care of myself." Shu Mingxuan said, "If you have a fever, why don't you come to a shed and say hello to Wen Hao? When can't you come to your shed? Is it a day or two?"

Ouyang Qing hesitated for a moment, just about to speak.

"Stop talking, take good care of it." Shu Mingxuan said.

Then he went outside to get his coat and scarf and came in: "Put it on."

Ouyang Qing's eyes flickered, as if asking him where he was going.

"Come home with me." Shu Mingxuan said.