Defeated By Love

The next day, Shunen left the house half an hour before the appointed time. The role she was assigned to did not have many scenes, 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 just passed.

This is her daily life.

Meeting 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 I went 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.

Finally gave up.

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

He is not willing. She no longer has too much enthusiasm to consume like before.

"Master."

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

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 also dozens of mango gummies 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 sat 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 movie theme song for Huajing? I called over there to ask."

Xie Ruhe hummed 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 appoint the singer, and I will write the promotional song for them."

Hearing this, Fang Wencheng was stunned: "But there was no request over there—"

Xie Ruhe did not move his eyebrows, and continued: "You don't need money, you can change it if you are not satisfied."

Fang Wencheng felt inexplicable.

This is 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, pinched a domino with slender fingers, and gently placed it in the designated position, "then find the female number two voice actor."

Fang Wencheng thought he had misheard: "A voice actor?"

"Ok."

"That's not good." Fang Wencheng suggested to him, "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 the dubbing and singing. The song you write is not easy to grasp, or You have to find a professional."

Otherwise, you will not be able to sing the way you want to be scolded to death.

Xie Ruhe insisted: "Just the voice actor."

Knowing that he would not listen, Fang Wencheng's expression became embarrassed: "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 to be useful, the actor will be asked to match it later."

Being repeatedly rejected, Xie Ruhe raised his head suddenly 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 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. ."

Seeing that he was silent, Fang Wencheng continued: "Whether you choose the voice actor or the producer?"

"Tell them to find a dubbing director named Li Qing." Xie Ruhe's voice was faint. "Let him find some people to audition. He wants 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 the day of the audition, and I will go too."

"..." Fang Wencheng couldn't help it this time, even though 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 is no reason, 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 is 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 his appearance, Fang Wencheng hesitated for a few seconds, and bit the bullet and reminded him: "Master. You haven't done your rehabilitation today, the rehabilitation doctor has already come."

Xie Ruhe was silent and didn't lose his temper. He tapped his fingertips on the armrest, again and again, as if playing some tune. His mood seemed not very good, and his voice seemed low.

"Does it work?"

He always has such emotions suddenly.

I feel that there is no hope, and many things are useless, and I feel that there is nothing worthy of his efforts. I just want to give up directly and end my life as if 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 to really persuade, "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 ask the doctor to 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, wondering what he was thinking.

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

Gently, as if to melt into the air.

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

Shunian lived the life of shed insects again. 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 sound 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 was talking 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.

"Shunen, according to your symptom self-rating scale, your various indicators have reached the normal range. And you can now control your emotions well, and it has no major impact on your daily life."

Shunen looked at her, like a well-behaved child waiting for praise.

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

It is moving towards a complete improvement.

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

After a 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 down, someone suddenly called her behind her.

"Shunen?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shunen looked back subconsciously.

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 seemed to be 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.

"Officer He, are you injured?"

He You raised his eyebrows, 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 shape: "Distressed?"

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

"be careful."

He You has always been very carefree. He didn't take her words to heart, and sneered softly: "Is there anything you should pay attention to about this wound, I will tickle me for a few more stabs."

Shunen's eyes widened, and 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 couldn't speak. 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 cell phone rang. She retracted her gaze and cast her eyes down.

It was from Li Qing.