Senior, follow me

Different from freshman dormitories built off-campus, the dormitory of junior students is built on-campus, very close to the teaching building, and it is very convenient to go in and out of class. There is also a separate small courtyard, which has a cafeteria, a supermarket, and everything. It's small, but it has all internal organs, which is the envy of new students.

After the last dinner together, Fang Qiao helped Yan Zicheng to send the drunk Yang Ze back to the dormitory, and in the past few months, he also heard from many TV station seniors that Yan Zicheng and Yang Ze not only lived in the same Donglou, and even lived in the same dormitory, the two had a fate and a strong relationship, which was very enviable.

The relationship is strong... is it?Fang Qiao thought about the rumors he had heard while walking, and smiled inexplicably.

However, it was precisely because those two lived in the same dormitory that Fang Qiao was able to create the opportunity to meet his sweetheart. From a certain point of view, Fang Qiao was still very grateful to Yang Ze.

The last time I came here was a few months ago, but Fang Qiao still remembered the route very clearly. From the radio station to the junior dormitory, you have to pass the school hospital, then turn left and walk for 10 minutes, and you are almost there .

"Young man, you don't have any money, why are you here to buy some medicine? You have spent so much time picking, isn't this a waste of our time?" As soon as Fang Qiao walked to the entrance of the school hospital, Fang Qiao heard the dissatisfied complaint from the woman inside. Voice.

Fang Qiao paused subconsciously, and then a familiar voice came into his ears.Because of staying in the radio station all year round, he is very sensitive to sound, and Yan Zicheng's voice, he will never forget it after hearing it.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I was in a hurry when I went out and forgot to take my wallet..." Yan Zicheng lowered his head, looked embarrassed, and explained anxiously, "Auntie, my roommate is sending I have a high fever, look, I am a junior, here is my student ID, I live in the dormitory next to the school, I will give the medicine to my roommate to take back, and then I will send you the money later, you see Is that okay?"

Although what he said was very sincere, the middle-aged woman who was in charge of paying the bill kept looking at him suspiciously, and finally replied slowly, "Your dormitory is nearby, and you won't need to go back there." How long, you'd better go back and get the money first."

"But it will take more than 20 minutes to go back and forth!" Hearing what she said, Yan Zicheng was a little anxious.

The woman fell silent, and just fiddled with the small pill boxes lazily, with an attitude of not talking more if you don't give me money.

Yan Zicheng was at a loss for what to do, Yang Ze's frail figure lying on the bed with fever floated in his mind, and his heart was anxious.

"Auntie, I know him. How much are these medicines? Let me pay for him first."

A recognizable and pleasant male voice came from behind, and Yan Zicheng couldn't help being stunned. The voice was very recognizable. He rummaged through his mind and pulled out a person he hadn't seen for a long time. It was Fang Qiao.

Yan Zicheng did not refuse his kindness, but was slightly surprised by the coincidence of his appearance.He retreated to the side, quietly watched the boy standing in front of him to pay, and said a few more polite words, which easily made the unhappy auntie laugh. The middle-aged woman smiled and stuffed a few more Band-Aids into the plastic bag.

"Thank you this time. That building outside the school where you live? I'll send the money back to you another day." Yan Zicheng thanked him earnestly, carrying the bag.

"Don't bother me, I'm going to find Senior Brother Yang, get the script of the radio drama I mentioned a few days ago, senior, just take me back to the dormitory with you." Fang Qiao smiled and told her why she came.

Yan Zicheng immediately realized which script he was talking about. It was an excellent work written by a student of the Academy of Arts, but it was a little rough and not standardized in form, and it was still a handwritten version.Yang Ze discussed with him, and finally decided to make minor revisions to the script with the consent of the original author to increase its professionalism and precision, and record it into the computer by the way, so that it can be broadcast on the radio station.

In the past few days, Yan Zicheng has been busy with this matter, and it is almost finished, and there is still a short time to finish the last section. Unexpectedly, Yang Ze fell ill with a cold at this time.The previous script arrangement was done by two people together. Now that one person is missing suddenly, Yan Zicheng feels very awkward, as if his train of thought has been broken, and the progress slows down suddenly.

Unexpectedly, the radio station will be used today, and it seems that it will definitely delay the work there. Yan Zicheng sighed, and said apologetically: "The book is still one tail away from being revised, and it may have to be delayed until It can only be finished at night, or you can go back first. I will call the station to explain this matter."

Fang Qiao was taken aback, and rejected his suggestion with a smile, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to do today, if the senior wants to change the script, why not bring me along? Maybe I can help too."

Yan Zicheng glanced at the boy who was walking leisurely beside him with his pockets in his pockets, but met Fang Qiao's gaze. The afternoon sun outlined the boy's handsome outline, gentle smile, and slightly squinted eyes. There is also a clear and clear voice, which makes him reveal a special temperament, which inexplicably makes people want to take a second look.

Oddly enough, after the word of refusal circled around his mouth, it turned into agreement when he said it——

"it is good."

Fang Qiao smiled, her eyebrows raised, Yan Zicheng turned her head slightly, avoiding the warm gaze from her side.

With Yan Zicheng as the guarantee, the housekeeper didn't make things difficult for Fang Qiao, but temporarily withheld his student ID and let him in.

After entering the door, Yan Zicheng greeted Fang Qiao casually, and hurriedly ran to boil water for medicine.

"The roommate who has a fever...So it refers to Brother Yang?" Fang Qiao walked to the bed, looked at Yang Ze who was lying on the bed with an abnormal flush on his face, and said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with him, but today he suddenly developed a fever, slept for a whole day, and was so stubborn that he refused to go to the hospital, so I was in a hurry to buy medicine for him, and even forgot my wallet. "Yan Zicheng prepared the medicine, put it on the side cabinet to cool, then took out the wallet, found out the money for the medicine and handed it to Fang Qiao, "It's just right, I will return the money to you first, or I will forget it later."

Fang Qiao didn't answer, but made another request, "You don't have to pay back the money, how about treating me to dinner another day?"

It's no problem to invite you to dinner, but Yan Zicheng doesn't want to owe money to others. Seeing his embarrassment, Fang Qiao followed up, "There may be a lot of things that I need to trouble the senior for help in the future. It's better to let the senior owe you money." Take my money and return my favor when the time comes."

This statement is very interesting, Yan Zicheng smiled, and took the money back, "Okay then, the senior will treat you to dinner another day."

"You sit down first, I'll wake him up and let him drink the medicine, and then we'll start working."

It is true that Yang Ze is seriously ill. People who are usually in good health and rarely get sick, once they get sick, they will have more severe attacks. This is exactly the case with Yang Ze.When Yan Zicheng woke him up in a low voice, although he opened his eyes, he still looked dazed and delirious. Yan Zicheng helped him up, brought him close to his arms, and carefully took the medicine a little bit. After feeding him in, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and then let him lie back, crushing the quilt tightly to death.

His movements were light, revealing a palpable gentleness.

"Brother seems to be very ill, don't you need to send him to the hospital?" Fang Qiao sat watching and couldn't help asking softly.

Yan Zicheng frowned and waved his hands, "He doesn't want to. Aze has always hated hospitals. But he is usually in good health. If he has a cold and fever, he can handle it. He should be fine after taking the medicine. .I'll ask him to take his temperature later, if it doesn't work..."

Yan Zicheng didn't realize that when he talked about Yang Ze's matter, he obviously talked a lot more, rambling on and on, revealing his worry.

"Brother is in good health, you'll be fine, senior, don't worry." Fang Qiao said suddenly, interrupting Yan Zicheng's words.

"Ah..." Yan Zicheng was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had said too much. He was startled, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and changed the subject, "You're right, don't worry about him, let's get down to business first Well, the radio station is still in a hurry to get the notebook."

Yan Zicheng's dormitory is very big, the other roommates have gone out, and there are only three of them in the room.In order to avoid disturbing the sleeping Yang Ze, after Yan Zicheng called the radio station to explain the situation, he carried the computer and went to the corner farthest from the bed, where there were many trivial boxes and sundries. There was room for a chair, Yan Zicheng looked at the small space, feeling embarrassed for a while.

"Senior, sit down, I'll just stand up." He was hesitating, when suddenly a pair of warm palms appeared on his shoulders, and a downward force came, directly pressing him to sit on the chair.Yan Zicheng raised his head, facing Qiao's smiling face above, the boy smiled sincerely, sunny and warm.

"But you..." It might take a long time to change the script, should he just stand like this?Yan Zicheng was so sorry that he wanted to stand up from the chair.

Fang Qiao stopped him, "It doesn't matter, the senior is the chief writer, so he should sit down. And I don't know much about these things, so I may not be able to help. When the time comes, the senior should not dislike me for getting in the way." gone."

Fang Qiao's attitude was very firm, Yan Zicheng had no choice but to agree in the end.

There are not many places to modify the script, the big main line remains unchanged, but some small details need to be handled more delicately.Just near the end, Yan Zicheng always felt that the emotional direction was a bit strange. He originally wanted to discuss it with Yang Ze, but now that the other party is sick and unable to rely on the bed, he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Thinking of giving it a try, let Fang Qiao take a look.

To his surprise, Fang Qiao came up with a very good idea, which not only preserved the original author's writing intention, but also perfected the emotional details, making the whole script perfect.

This made Yan Zicheng look at this little junior with admiration, and immediately became interested, he pulled Fang Qiao to discuss in a low voice, wrote and drew with the pen in his hand, and after a while, he came up with four or five plans, and together with Fang Qiao, one by one Negate the inappropriate ones, leave the best and most reasonable one, and start work after finalizing.

I don't know why, but Yan Zicheng always feels that discussing words and scripts with Fang Qiao is a very comfortable thing. The topic is brought back.Such a high degree of tacit cooperation quickly created fierce sparks between the two, creating higher work efficiency.

When Yan Zicheng typed the last word, it took only half of the estimated time.

Yan Zicheng felt relieved to finish the work that had been delayed for several days so quickly. He patted Fang Qiao on the shoulder, and he did not hide his admiration in his tone, "Fang Qiao, you are really good, you don't look like Newcomers who have never written a script, today is really thanks to you!"

"The senior has won the award. If I was that good, I would have changed my major and joined the senior. Why should I still hang out with the science and engineering?" Fang Qiao smiled and made an expression of not being serious.

"Excessive modesty, that's hypocrisy." Yan Zicheng waved his hand, scrolled the mouse to turn the document to the first page, "Okay, it's just a matter of the last calibration, come closer and check with me."

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