Sound waves

Sihui's side was still stuck in traffic in the middle of the night, so Shu Mingxuan drove back to Guomao around the Guangqumen Expressway.

Ouyang Qing fell asleep on the way.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Shu Mingxuan pulled a blanket to cover him.

Ouyang Qing looked a little weak under the soft and long-haired blanket.He was lying on his side, his spine shrunk into an arch. It seemed that only at this moment did he let go of his aloof aura, a little bit of human smoke.

In fact, he was not like this before... At that time, he was quite gentle and would patiently teach everyone to learn.

Shu Mingxuan thought.

He used to dub many movies and TV shows, and his voice was also used in many commercials and documentaries. I didn’t know him before, but I didn’t know it... Later, I became familiar with him on the Internet. As long as it was dubbed by him, no matter how his voice changed, Shu Mingxuan could hear it with just one ear. .

Then suddenly one day it changed.

He didn't want to just contact Ouyang Qing at the other end of the network cable.

Phone calls, emails, and QQ messages are not enough.

Shu Mingxuan happened to be taking the final exam at that time, so he didn't study for it anymore, so he bought a hard seat to come to Beijing, endured the torment and worked for more than 20 hours, and went straight to Dingfuzhuang when he arrived in Beijing.

When he knocked on Ouyang Qing's door.

"you are?"

"Teacher, I'm Shu Mingxuan." He was uneasy at that moment, but he was more worried about Ouyang Qing, "I'm sorry to bother you rashly, but...you suddenly disappeared, I am very worried about you."

Ouyang Qing was stunned: "Xiao Shu? Didn't you study in Guangzhou? Why did you come to Beijing..."

"I just want to see you."

"You come in first." Ouyang Qing let him enter the house. The house with two bedrooms and one living room is not too big. You can see the situation inside the second bedroom from the door.

One side is the study room, and the other side is vaguely separated into a small dark room, where recording equipment is placed - Shu Mingxuan remembered that Ouyang Qing mentioned that he had a simple recording studio.

He sat down in the living room.

Ouyang Qing put the backpack at his feet in the second bedroom, and poured him another cup of tea.After the hot tea was served, Shu Mingxuan's uneasy situation got better.

"Isn't the final exam coming soon?" Ouyang Qing asked him.

"Yes……"

"Did you tell your family?"

"No."

"Where are the classmates?"

"also not."

"The teacher doesn't know either."

"Yes……"

When the room became quiet, Ouyang Qing sighed.

Shu Mingxuan glanced at him secretly: "I just want to see the teacher. You are not angry."

"Xiao Shu, you ran from Guangzhou to Beijing by yourself, over 2000 kilometers, without saying hello to anyone. What if I am a bad person?"

"How can the teacher be a bad person?"

Ouyang Qing was helpless: "Since there is a final exam, you have seen me too. I will send you back tomorrow."

"Can……"

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Shu Mingxuan." Ouyang Qing called his full name seriously, "I know that you and the teacher are very enthusiastic about studying here recently, but everything is about learning. If you really want to come, come to me during the holidays. welcome any time."

Shu Mingxuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"real."

Ouyang Qing set up a canopy bed for him in the study, and Shu Mingxuan slept on the small bed at night.A distant light came in through the window, on the bookshelf.

He was covered with a quilt, and there was a scent of lemon and rosin of the sun.

Ouyang Qing has only himself in his family.

He guessed that the teacher washed and dried the quilt himself, and it was warmed by the sun on the balcony, which gave it such a smell.

The inkstone, pen and ink, and paperweight on the table were neatly tidied up, and behind it was Ouyang Qing's small dark room.Shu Mingxuan sneaked in and touched those devices, microphones, sound cards, headphones...

He couldn't help thinking, every time he made a speech online.

Through such equipment, Ouyang Qing's voice was transformed into a stream of information, which penetrated more than 2000 kilometers of optical fiber and entered her ears.

He knew too little about Ouyang Qing... He knew that he was teaching at the Communication University, and his main job after school was dubbing.But... what is he like?

What does he look like when he talks to himself?

What is he doing?

Could he be smiling involuntarily too?

The next morning, Ouyang Qing woke him up at six o'clock and made him breakfast.

He drove him to the Capital Airport in person.

Bought a ticket back to Guangdong.

Before boarding the plane, Shu Mingxuan said, "Teacher, I'll call you the money later."

"No need." Ouyang Qing said, "Be careful on the road, and take the exam when you go back. You're going to graduate this year, right? Don't be careless in your studies."

"I see."

Ouyang Qing took off the scarf from her neck and put it on for him.

"The plane is at a remote stand, the road is cold, don't catch a cold."

"Thanks, thank you teacher."

The scarf still carried Ouyang Qing's body temperature.

After passing the security check, Shu Mingxuan looked back, and Ouyang Qing waved to him from outside.

He said loudly: "Teacher, I came to Beijing to find you after graduation!"

When did you fall in love with him?

Shu Mingxuan parked the car in the underground garage, then fell into deep thought.

Maybe it was then...

The ignorant young man fell in love with something after school.

When he got a little applause and praise, he happened to meet a real teacher, so he didn't go astray, and was led by this person to walk out of ignorance.

Clearly recognize what you are doing, what you are involved in, and the blueprint for what the future will look like.

Ouyang Qing was his mentor, his guide in dubbing, and the voice that suddenly broke into his heart.

It caused ripples in my heart.

The author says:

I want to write a gentle poem.