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Chapter 9

    The next day, Shunen left the house half an hour earlier according to the appointed time. She didn't have many scenes in the role she played, and it took less than two hours to complete all the progress.

    Li Qing was quite satisfied with her and asked her to try the voice of a little girl inside.

    Pseudo-voice is not difficult for voice actors.

    Shunen adjusted it a bit, raised the pitch, emphasized the nasal sound, and his voice became immature. The scene with only a few sentences is a mixed bag, and it's just over.

    This is her daily life.

    Meet Xie Ruhe again.

    For her, it was like walking on the side of the road and suddenly hearing a song with a nice tune. After returning home, I wanted to find this song to listen to it again, but I couldn't remember the lyrics. I tried my best to find this song again.

    It's an episode that I'll never meet again.

    The long days are boring and there are always some surprises.

    Meeting him again, regardless of the process, is always a pleasure for Shunian.

    Even if he seems to be unhappy.

    Shunen had thought about it, should I send him a text message to ask why he suddenly became unhappy. She thought for a long time, picked up the phone, put it down, and finally picked it up again.

    Give up in the end.

    I just feel that this intersection does not actually need to be stretched.

    He is unwilling. She no longer has too much enthusiasm to consume like before.

    "Young Master."

    Fang Wencheng stood at the door and knocked on the door three times habitually, although he knew that Xie Ruhe should not be able to hear it. He yelled again, then opened the door and entered.

    The room is soundproof, and only a small sound can be heard outside. But as soon as the door was opened, the deafening rock music burst out instantly.

    Almost torn the eardrum.

    The light inside is very dark, the wooden floor, except for the audio, no other furniture, looks empty. On the ground are neatly organized dominoes, compulsively laid out in a certain pattern.

    There are dozens of mango gums scattered around.

    Xie Ruhe wore a loose sweater with long sleeves. The collarbone was exposed, and there was a depressed temperament. The wheelchair was set aside, and he was sitting on the ground, lazily straddling the dominoes.

    Fang Wencheng walked to the stereo, turned off the music, and then said, "Master, did you promise to write the theme song for Huajing's movie? I called and asked."

    Xie Ruhe said inaudibly . .

    Fang Wencheng said: "Okay."

    Fang Wencheng had nothing else to do. He was about to turn on the speaker for him, and when he left the room, Xie Ruhe suddenly said, "Tell Hua Jing, I will specify the singer, and the promotion song I I wrote it to them together."

    Fang Wencheng was stunned when he heard the words: "But there was no request over

    there— " Xie Ruhe didn't move his eyebrows, and continued: "You can change it without money, if you are not satisfied."

    Fang Wencheng felt inexplicable.

    This was the first time Xie Ruhe offered to let others change his song, and he usually turned his face when he mentioned it. But he didn't ask too much: "Okay, which singer do you want to appoint? I'll talk to that side."

    "The theme song is sung by the female number two in the movie." Xie Ruhe lowered his eyes and pinched a piece with his slender fingers. The dominoes were placed gently in the designated position, "Then find the voice actor of the female number two."

    Fang Wencheng thought he had misheard: "Voice actor?"

    "Yeah."

    "That's not good." Fang Wencheng gave him. Suggestion, “I think it’s better to find a singer to sing. These two don’t have to be the same person. It’s okay to separate dubbing and singing. The song you write is not easy to grasp, you still have to find a professional.”

    Otherwise, you have to find a professional. You can't sing the way you want it.

    Xie Ruhe insisted: "Just the voice actors."

    Fang Wencheng looked embarrassed when he knew he would not listen. "And this is a movie. They usually don't find a voice actor, they are all on the spot. If the noise is too big, it will not be useful in the later stage. I will also find the actors themselves to match." After being

    repeatedly rejected, Xie Ruhe suddenly raised his head and looked at him quietly.

    Fang Wencheng immediately withdrew his embarrassed expression and coughed twice.

    "Let me ask first."

    Fang Wencheng walked out of the room, called the film company, and relayed what Xie Ruhe had said.

    It didn't take long to return to the room.

    "Agree." Fang Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief, "I agreed quickly, saying that he originally planned to find a voice for the female second, because the actor who played the female second was not good at his lines and his voice did not conform to the character set in the movie. . "

    see he did not speak, Fang Wencheng and continued:"? that is the voice actor you to choose, or to vote by the producers there "

    ." Mr Lee called them to find a voice of the director called "Xie Ruhe voice faint." Let him find some people to audition, want a new voice, the dubbing skills are not bad."

    "Yes." Fang Wencheng said, "Are there any other requirements?"

    Xie Ruhe lowered his eyelids again: "Notify me on the day of the audition. I'll go too."

    "..." Fang Wencheng couldn't help it this time, although he knew that the young master's temper was bad and uncertain, "Master, what are you going to do?"

    Xie Ruhe did not answer.

    ——What is he going to do?

    He just wanted to meet someone.

    But there was no reason, and no reason to see her.

    In fact, just no longer contacting this is probably the best ending. After all, he looks like this now, even if she doesn't dislike it, he will be embarrassed to the extreme because of his appearance.

    But it's been so long, after meeting again.

    Just met one side, two sides. I thought it was just a small intersection, but I never thought that the desire that I thought would have been restrained would continue to reappear because of this intersection.

    I want to see her, I really want to see her.

    So I tried my best to make a reason.

    Just to see her.

    Putting up the last domino in his hand, Xie Ruhe reached out and pulled the wheelchair over, using the strength of his hands, put his hands on the armrests, gritted his teeth and tried to sit back in the wheelchair.

    Fang Wencheng moved in his footsteps, but still did not step forward to help.

    Because he knew that Xie Ruhe didn't need it.

    After a while, Xie Ruhe got into the wheelchair with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

    Seeing him like this, Fang Wencheng hesitated for a few seconds and bit the bullet to remind him: "Master. You haven't done your rehabilitation today, the rehabilitation doctor has come."

    Xie Ruhe was silent, did not lose his temper, and tapped his fingertips on the armrests. , Time after time, as if playing some tune. His mood didn't seem to be very good, and his voice seemed low.

    "Is it useful to do it?"

    He would always have such emotions suddenly.

    I feel that there is no hope, and that many things are useless, and I feel that there is nothing worthy of him to do. Just want to give up directly, and finish this life degenerately, it seems there is nothing wrong with it.

    "It's definitely useful. And if you don't do it, it's completely hopeless. Your muscles will shrink." Fang Wen admitted that he really persuaded, "Even if there is only the slightest hope, I hope you don't give up."

    After a long time, Xie Ruhe said : "I see."

    Fang Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I will let the doctor prepare."

    Before leaving, Fang Wencheng helped Xie Ruhe turn on the sound again.

    The loud rock music reappeared in the empty room, and the tympanic membrane vibrated, making people numb. Xie Ruhe lowered his eyes, looked at his legs, and pressed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

    I don't know how long it took, Xie Ruhe seemed to have thought of something, and silently shouted "Shunen", and then said a word in a daze.

    Gently, as if to melt into the air.

    "I don't want to be a lame." Shunen

    lived again as a shed insect. I woke up every day and went to the recording studios. I didn't leave the studio until 12 o'clock in the evening. I went home and took a shower and went to sleep.

    This is the life day after day.

    Deng Qingyu once asked her tentatively if she wanted to try another job.

    Shunen didn't think about it, so he refused.

    She feels that she has to do what she likes to live. She likes dubbing, likes this profession, likes the feeling of being in a recording studio, likes to use voice to create a character, and likes the charm that voice brings to her.

    Do what you like.

    Living this way, this long life, it seems that it will not be so difficult.

    In a blink of an eye, November also came to an end.

    Shunen has no work recently, thinking that the peak season is coming soon, she simply gave herself a day off without going to the recording studio. On Thursday, she mentioned the treatment time to the doctor Wang Yue in advance in the morning.

    During the treatment, Shunen spoke most of the time, and Wang Yue played a guiding role.

    After it was over, Wang Yue checked Shunian in all aspects and turned over the paper in his hand.

    "Shu Nian, according to your Symptom Self-Rating Scale, your various indicators have reached the normal range. And you can now control your emotions very well, and it does not have a big impact on your daily life."

    Shunian sees Looking at her, like a well-behaved child waiting for praise.

    Wang Yue's voice is very gentle: "I think the treatment cycle can be lengthened. The next return visit is one month later, do you think it is okay?" He

    is moving towards a complete improvement.

    Shunian's mood improved, and he nodded quickly: "Yes."

    After a long while, Shunian said goodbye to Wang Yue and left the department. She took the escalator downstairs to the third floor. When she was about to turn a corner and continued to go down, someone behind her suddenly called her.

    "Shunian?"

    Shunian looked back subconsciously after hearing the sound.

    The man was tall and tall, the sleeve of his left arm was pulled to the elbow, and the bare half was wrapped in gauze, which looked injured. Compared to the last time we met, he looked a little more sloppy, as if he had just returned from a mission.

    Shunian stopped in place and glanced at the wound on his hand.

    "Sergeant He, are you injured?"

    He You raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and swept his arms, not caring much about this kind of wound that seemed to be bitten by a mosquito. He curled his lips sloppily, showing no form: "Distressed?"

    Shunen got used to his appearance, but still shook his head.

    . "Attention to safety,"

    it has always been careless Woo, did not take her words to heart, light laugh aloud: "This is what a good note of the wound, more than several times when I have to give me a tickle."

    Read the book of His eyes widened, and he said in amazement: "Do you think being stabbed is like being scratched?"

    He You yawned and hummed lazily.     Shunen

    didn't quite understand: "Then why did you come to the hospital?"

    "..."

He You was choked by her and was suddenly speechless. He looked at her with an indescribable appearance. After a long time, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

    The next moment, Shunen's phone rang. She retracted her gaze and cast her eyes down.

    It was from Li Qing.

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