MTL - Cāi Cāi-Chapter 4 Act I "Voice of Music" ②

Act I "The Sound of Music" 2

Suddenly guessed, and unplugged the headphone cable.

His actions were too big, and Qi Qi beside him was scared by him, so he asked what happened?

"..." the boy asked suddenly, "Is your headset leaking electricity?"

—— Otherwise, how could he suddenly “electrically” him?

When this question came out, Xiang Guai realized how ridiculous his words were.

Because the "electricity" came to him, not the rustling inferior headphones, but the deep and gentle male voice transmitted through the radio waves.

Qi Yan has a straightforward personality and really thinks that the headphones she bought on the stand are counterfeit and shoddy products. She said with a bit of anxiety, "Leakage? Then, don't listen."

"... It's okay." Xiang Guaqi rides hard, but he really wants to continue listening, and can only say, "I can persist if there is a power leak."

He reinserted the small in-ear earplugs into his ears. The earplugs isolated all the noise from the outside world, leaving only the voice of a man, like a wave of slowly spreading lake water, which gently wrapped him.

...

"Voice of Music" is the musical enlightenment of almost every elementary school student. Its positive subject matter has been directly incorporated into the music teaching materials, and has become one of the must-see works in each music appreciation class.

Compared with the highest-scoring soundtrack "abc", "myfa_voritethings" is not well known, but its lyrics are romantic and beautiful, and the tunes are light. It is described as "brainwashing magic" in current words.

It's just that the male voice in the earphones is not singing, but the lyrics are turned into a poem by recitation.

myfa_voritethings——

Condensed raindrops on a rose, and a beard on the kitten's face

Polished copper kettle and warm wool coat

A wild goose flew open to the moon

These are my beloved things

Fairy lady in white dress with blue ribbon

Soft snowflakes, staying on the bridge of my nose and overhead

Silvery white winter melts into spring day

These are my beloved things *

Xiang Gui has also listened to radio broadcasts before, but in his impression, the host of the radio program either played music or news, or connected with middle-aged frustrated male and female listeners, and repeatedly answered various emotional problems.

Boys like him have always been disdainful of listening to old radio broadcasts. He couldn't stand the remarks of others, and had no time to read the precious love poems regarded by the youth of literature and art.

But now, but this second, but this moment.

He was suddenly bumped into his soul by this tender poem.

He didn't know who the talking man in the headset was. But in his world, suddenly there was a thick color, a strong taste, and an intoxicating sound.

Is this magic? With his voice and only a poem, let him "see" the winter snow in the late summer, and "see" the Yanxiang in the night sky in the sun?

He sat there sullenly, holding his earplugs with his hands, letting the voice permeate into his heart.

When a mastiff comes to bite, when a bee comes to sting

When I was knocked down by difficulties

Just think of my favorite things

I won't feel too sad

When I think of the wild goose spreading its wings

When I think of snowflakes falling on eyelashes

When I think of the silver winter melting into spring

I won't feel too sad *

The speed of a man's speech is not stubborn. He is clearly reading a poem, but it is like reading a period of life. This period of life is open-minded and quiet, and even if it is weighed down by the heavy suffering, he can continue to laugh and move forward.

When the last syllable of the poem fell, Xiang Guai still sat there idly, unable to escape from the mood of the poem.

I don't know how long it may be, it may be ten seconds, or one minute, until the second person's voice came from the headset, and then pulled Xiang Gui out of that intoxicated state.

listen well! !! !! A hearty and brisk male voice spoke, it is indeed the ‘Wang Qingyun’ great god, the goosebumps I listen to this poem are about to rise! !! The public screen is flooded with flowers! !!

In all fairness, the voice of the second young man is also very pleasing to the ear, but for Xiang Guai, who has just been immersed in poetry, can't extricate himself, the sound of the sudden intrusion can be described by noise.

Xiang Gu frowned, forbearing the sudden discomfort, and continued listening.

He wholeheartedly hoped that the man called "Wang Qingyun" could speak more, but unfortunately, the man said very little. After reading the poem, he said goodbye to everyone in a hurry, and soon got off wheat.

Sorry, the three yuan is too busy, and I have a time lag, and I can't accompany you to the end. The man said apologetically, in the end, I wish everyone can find the most beloved things in life.

"..."

After confirming that "Wang Qingyun" will not play again, Xiang Guai lost his last point of patience and tore off the headphone cable.

"After listening?" Qi Yan leaned over and blinked blinkingly, asking expectantly, "Do you also like Wang Qingyun?"

Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the girl's white wrist beside him.

Qi Yan was caught off guard, her face turned red.

She had a small deer in her heart, wondering if she had penetrated into a book such as "Don't run at the same table: The Round Little Wife of Prince Ballet".

She twisted, "You ... you ... oh, classmates are watching."

The boy's delicate face slowly approached, and his deep pupils were filled with the inevitable light.

I saw him lift up the headset with the other hand and ordered word by word: "Qi, within three minutes, I want all the information of this man!"

The round little wife of the Prince of Ballet: "...?"

On another continent across the ocean, Tan Yiming wore headphones and jogged around the campus lake. His pace is not fast, and if he meets someone who is holding a dog or holding a child, he will stop and say hello.

He is about to graduate from graduate school this year, and is a legendary figure of the school's Chinese Student Union.

It is said that a freshman was enrolled in a certain year, and he was in charge of hosting the orientation party. As a result, ten primary school girls took turns inviting him to dance after the opening party that evening, and they all said that he was in love with his voice. But he only has two hands and one pair of feet, so he ca n’t jump even if he wants to jump. In the end, he actually caused some schoolgirls to fight directly and be jealous.

His "brilliant record" is like the legend of the dragon-slaying, which has been passed on from generation to generation, even to the students of friends schools.

Tan Yiming couldn't help crying or laughing. In fact, he cleaned himself up, and every time he found him, he never provoked Taohua.

To blame, can only blame him for being too approachable.

He's really good, but it's not the kind of cold, ungrounded good. Being with him always makes people have a fancy fantasy that “I can touch them if I raise my toes and straighten my arms.” Therefore, it will cause countless people to follow him and want to occupy his gentleness.

His friend once said that he was a "central air conditioner".

The chattering puzzled: "Is it wrong to be gentle and polite to someone you meet for the first time?"

"Is gentleness and politeness the point? It ’s not the point at all!" This friend is actually a computer tyrant, who reads baldness, and comes with a pregnant belly full of knowledge. "You see, I'm very gentle, and I'm also very polite, but the school girls don't want to marry me, they just want to ask me to repair the computer. And you, apart from being gentle and polite, look good and have a nice voice My day-do you know, sometimes you look into my eyes and talk to me, I can't help but want to stir up with you !! "

"..." Tan Yiming felt a little guilty, bowed his head slightly, looked straight into the eyes of his friend, and said sincerely, "Sorry, if I make you have such a misunderstanding, it is my fault."

"Look." Xueba's friends spread their hands, "Man, you are beginning to radiate your charm that you have nowhere to rest!"

"..."

Every evening, Tan Yiming had to run ten kilometers around the lake if he had no other work, but today his exercise plan was not completed, so he was called back to the dormitory by a call from a friend. It was mysterious and said that there was something to discuss .

Tan Yiming didn't know what medicine he sold in his gourd, and as soon as he returned to the dormitory, he was pressed by a friend on the sofa.

My friend's name is George, and his brother has the same name.

George said, "Oh yeah old talk, what do you say about our relationship?"

This opening remark is expected to be bad.

Tan Yiming said: "You can just tell me something. No matter how good the relationship is, you won't help you if you let me kill."

George said, "It's not as serious as killing and setting fire-hey, I have a favor and want you to help."

Tan Yiming narrowed his eyelids: "What's busy? Pretend your boyfriend is going home with you to see your mother-in-law?"

"..." George was stunned, as if the skills of reading a bar were interrupted by a surprise raid by the other party, and he could only bite his head and continue to say, "Yes, you remember the last time the ACSF organized an event, there are School girls from the Academy of Animation Arts took to the stage to dance a ballet? "

"do not remember."

"Long hair, head-curtains, probably so high." George stroked his chest, "I'm still greeting you."

"I don't remember." Every time the Federation of Federations organized an event, the school girl who came over to say hello to him didn't have twenty or nineteen, where did he remember.

George muttered "Dry, Drought, Drought, Waterlogging, Death", saying "It's the girl crying and running away after confessing to you and being rejected by you!"

Now the chat is remembered. The little girl borrowed wine to bravery, came over holding the glass, said nothing to drink three glasses, and then began a vigorous confession.

The end result was very tragic, Tan Yiming rejected her, and then the girl with a small voice and a small voice cried all the way and ran away.

How to say, Tan Yiming has accepted thousands of confession, but everyone is an adult, leave a little face to each other, his bottom line is not to make girls cry. How could this girl make herself cry.

Therefore, Tan Yiming was impressed by her.

Tan Yiming said, "I remember. What happened?"

George was a little embarrassed, and for a long time, said, "That ... she's dating me now."

"Oh?" The answer was really unexpected. But he thought for a while that although his friend George was not very outstanding in appearance, his mind was first-rate and good. He graduated from a top2 university in China and received a full scholarship from Ivy League for graduate students. And he has a good personality, whether he is a friend or a partner, it is a worthwhile object. So Tan Yiming said, "Congratulations. What then?"

George was surprised: "Do you have only one congratulation? I thought you would be as sloppy as everyone else, saying that I had lost shit, or" Be careful with that girl, maybe she wants to talk to you by Love is close to talking Yiming 'it! "

Tan Yiming asked: "So she is dating you, is she really trying to get close to me?"

"Well! Of course not!"

"It's incredible," Tan Yiming said, "So what did you ask me to come back for? I never talked so much nonsense with me just to feed me dog food, right?"

So George told the truth.

It turned out that this girl was preparing an animation work and wanted to participate in the National College Student Animation Contest. She heard from George that Yiming had a passion for dubbing, and he hoped that he would dub his work.

The smile on Tan Yiming's face closed back, "You told her about me?"

"... Hey, that, old talk, I can't hold you back!" George folded his hands, his face filled with flattering, "blame my mouth, everything goes bald! I really didn't mean to say you gossip Yes! But ... But Rui is not an outsider, and she's very anxious. This is not the person who can find it. I think she can't sleep well every day in order to catch this work. I will ... …so I……"

Tan Yiming has always clearly distinguished his online identity and his three-dimensional identity. Except for a few friends who are close to him, no one can combine the "Goddess of Heaven Cloud" on the Internet with the dazzling male **** on campus.

He accidentally entered the network with the network by mistake. At the beginning, he just played casually. However, he thought that he did have talent, and gradually gained a certain position in the circle. There were also many genuine fans. .

Many cvs pay attention to a "personal design" and gradually make this circle idolized. It is hoped that Qingyun will never reveal too much information on the Internet. Fans know nothing about his age, looks, school, major, except that he is studying abroad.

He has always believed that the Internet is the Internet, and life is the life. He doesn't want the internet to disturb his life, nor does it want his life to affect the internet. He hopes that the two can be separated clearly, preferably without any connection.

So, he specifically told George not to tell anyone about his role in radio dramas.

Tan Yiming asked him, "Did you tell her my net name?"

"No! Really!" George swears to God. "She asked, I said I didn't know, so I passed it." He leaned over and said with a tired voice, "Old talk, Yi Ming, Ming Ming Brother Ming, Wang Qingyun ... you help me? "

George twisted his three fingers and made a gesture of money: "I asked you a bit about it. She signed up for the competition. The school has a certain amount of money. They can get this number for the dubbing. But Sign a contract for commercial dubbing. You said that you have assigned so many radio dramas and have always been a free service. Is it OK to get money this time? "2k novel reading network