my voice is poisonous

When Fu Yunzhou woke up, the light in the room was so bright that he couldn't help but want to raise his hand to cover his eyes.

Before he raised his arm, he was held down by someone. The man sighed and said in a soft voice, "Don't move, your left arm is broken."

Fu Yunzhou responded, and he felt a lot more at ease when he heard this familiar voice.

Pei Yan's voice is deep and magnetic, a little casual and uninhibited, just like his people, even wearing a suit and leather shoes, there is a sense of yuppie.

Fortunately, Fu Yunzhou closed his eyes and did not open them, and said in a hoarse voice, "Off work?"

"Well," Pei Yan, who grew up with him, took a wet towel and wiped his face carefully, "Drink some water?"

"Drink." Fu Yunzhou said, "Where am I in the hospital? Did Pan Shao call you?"

"No," Pei Yan answered the two questions with three words. He carefully brought the cup to Fu Yunzhou's lips, and said softly, "Take your time, don't move your head too much. The doctor said you have a concussion." gone."

Fu Yunzhou gave a vague "um" and took two sips of water to moisten his throat.

"How did you fall?" Pei Yan asked after feeding him water, "Are you in a hurry to go to the toilet at night? It's good enough."

"Well... I missed it when I went down the steps." Fu Yunzhou looked around his face, closed his eyes again, and said vaguely.

"What else? What do you want to say to me?" Pei Yan followed his gaze and looked over, chuckling to expose him, "His face hesitated to speak."

Fu Yunzhou opened his eyelids little by little, cautious in his anxiety.

The person in front of him was sitting on the head of his bed with his chin propped on his hands, his shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons open, and the sleeves were folded a few times on his forearm—this is the usual style of this person.

Fu Yunzhou grinned at him embarrassingly: "Pei Yan, I was too fascinated by reading novels, and I saw hallucinations. When I went down the steps, what...hehe..."

With an expression of "I can't stand you", Pei Yan squinted at him: "Excellent."

Fu Yunzhou was not annoyed, and looked at him with a smile: "You don't ask me, what novel makes me so fascinated?"

"What novel fascinated you so much?" Pei Yan copied his words sternly.

Fu Yunzhou: "..."

"Answer?" Pei Yan urged.

Fu Yunzhou stared at him helplessly, and when he rolled his eyes, he turned a little thoughtful again. He coughed and said half-truthfully in a tone of promoting Amway: "The title of the book is "The Left Side of the Forgotten River is the Other Shore". Yes. Hey, I especially recommend you. You see, people like me, who never read novels, have been completely fascinated. It seems to be something from Huanghe’s original Chinese website. You can use your mobile phone to search online?”

"What are you playing about?" Pei Yan's mouth twitched into a smile, "You can't hide things on your face."

Fu Yunzhou was exposed in a second, and immediately felt shameless and boring, and grabbed the quilt with his right hand to cover his face.

The Fu family lived upstairs and downstairs with the Pei family, and Fu Yunzhou grew up with Pei Yan when he was young, and they couldn't be more familiar with each other.

Pei Yan's parents immigrated abroad when he was still a teenager. In recent years, Fu Yunzhou has gradually forgotten their appearance: it seems that these two people are like a puff of smoke in his memory. Can't catch it.

When Fu Yunzhou occasionally asked about Pei Yan, he just replied "They are doing well".

The relationship between Fu Yunzhou and his family has always been a bit tense. When he was young, he was very dependent on Pei Yan, who sheltered from the wind and rain and carried domestic violence in front of him. When he grew up, he became more inhumane. I kind of like him, the kind that men and women adore.

Pei Yan is as old as him, but he always has a precocious feeling like he was five or six years old. He protected him and followed him since he was a child. He has no principles and no bottom line. Fu Yunzhou only thinks that falling in love with Pei Yan is an inevitable result.

Although Fu Yunzhou couldn't hide things on his face, he could suppress them in his heart. In the past ten years, he never told Pei Yan a word of his admiration.

Pei Yan is a normal man who can no longer be normal in behavior, Pei Yan only regards him as a brother, and Fu Yunzhou treats him as just a brother.

But Fu Yunzhou was lying in the hospital with such a knock, and wanted to go crazy.He wanted to experience the privileges of being a patient, or maybe he was stimulated by reading a sadomasochism novel yesterday, and wanted to play around inappropriately for his age.

In fact, the reason why Fu Yunzhou wanted Pei Yan to read "The Left Side of the Forgotten River is the Other Shore" is very simple: it is a Tanmei novel.

He suddenly eagerly wanted to know what kind of expression Pei Yan would have on his face when he saw two men in love, even though he had read only two pages of that novel.

Fu Yunzhou buried himself in the quilt and spurned his "dirty" thoughts. The quilt covering his face was thrown off abruptly. He raised his eyes in surprise. Pei Yan didn't know when he lit a cigarette. Still holding the phone.

"Hey, how do you read the text in the Yellow River?" Pei Yan frowned and fiddled with it for a long time, impatiently poking her fingers hard on the screen, and said, "There are four words 'login' and 'register' on it, do you want to read it?" Do you still need to register an account before writing?"

"Then you go to register." Fu Yunzhou muffled, "What a big deal."

You see, Fu Yunzhou thought, no matter how reluctant he is, he will follow you in behavior.

Pei Yan has never read a novel in his life. He registered an account in Literature City and returned to the homepage, and suddenly found that the novel about Wangchuan Bianbian was squatting on the left hand side of the page.

He was overjoyed, and clicked back and forth several times, but the article couldn't be opened, and the little chrysanthemum kept spinning in the middle of the screen, which made him feel a little irritable.

"I'll go back and read it on the computer." Pei Yan's face was almost dark, he put the phone back into his pocket, and gently rubbed Fu Yunzhou's head with his palm to smooth his hair, like a grown-up, "The phone signal is not good. OK, can't open the web page."

Fu Yunzhou replied in a muffled voice, "Oh."

"Sleep a little longer," Pei Yan blocked the light with his palms in front of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I bumped my head, sleep and rest."

Just as Fu Yunzhou was about to say that he was not sleepy, Pei Yan's palms were pressed against his eyelids, and the warmth of his palms ironed his skin, and Fu Yunzhou immediately fell asleep.

He fell into a deep sleep, and the moment he seemed to fall asleep, in the darkness, he saw the yellowish and warm pear blossom lamp again.

He couldn't help grinning at himself: The poison is deep enough...

*****

Fu Yunzhou spent the weekend in the hospital. On Monday morning, he hurriedly asked Pei Yan to complete the discharge procedures for him. He ran back to the dormitory with his arms hanging to get the script, and instructed Pei Yan to drive the company's car to accelerate again and again. Finally, At nine o'clock, he knocked on the door of Director Liang's office.

"Desperate enough, falling out of bed for this broken script and broken novel, and planning to speeding and crashing?" Pei Yan accompanied him with a cigarette in his mouth, with his thick stack of scripts under his arm, and Fu Yunzhou followed him. After robbing for a long time but couldn't get it, Pei Yan pressed his finger on his shoulder and said, "Don't make trouble, I will accompany you these days. If you are disabled, don't try to be brave, and you will trip up somewhere else, heh, this You can only be Yang for the rest of your life."

Fu Yunzhou twitched the corners of his mouth. He was used to Pei Yan's acrimony a few years ago, so he was not surprised.

"Aren't you going to the company?" Fu Yunzhou looked up at him, worried for him, "Don't be fired by the company, it's hard to find a good job these days."

"Don't worry, I'm asking for leave." Pei Yan said lightly, "I'll take care of you when I'm fired."

Fu Yunzhou pulled out four words stroke by stroke from the bottom of his heart: wish for it.

They waited for 2 minutes, but the door of the office didn't open, but the elevator door opened with a "ding dong".

Director Liang wandered out from the inside, turned a corner and noticed them, his expression was obviously startled at first, and then a smile on his face was seamlessly connected, he walked quickly in front of Fu Yunzhou, and followed the play Seemingly, he said "Hey" with an exaggerated expression: "Xiao Fu, how did you do this?"

Fu Yunzhou glanced at Pei Yan from the corner of his eye, and before he could say, "It's because of your broken script", he stepped on Pei Yan's foot to hold him down, and smiled faintly: "I didn't pay attention, I fell down .”

Pei Yan can see through his expression, and he also understands Pei Yan. This is the tacit understanding they have cultivated over the years.

"Hey!" Director Liang reprimanded him heartbroken, "Look at you child, how careless you are!"

"Small injury, it won't affect the start of work." Fu Yunzhou felt a little uncomfortable at his surprise, and hurriedly said after changing the subject, "Director Liang, do you want me to read a few paragraphs to you before entering the recording studio? Let me see how it feels?"

He was actually quite nervous. He didn't even know what the first paragraph of the novel was about. Getting ready for work.

"No, just go straight into the shed, I believe you! Come on, you follow me." I don't know where Director Liang's inexplicable trust in him came from. Leading the way ahead, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and seemed to have noticed that there was such an irrelevant living person as Pei Yan at this time, his face immediately darkened, and his tone became quite impatient, "Who are you?"

Both Fu Yunzhou and Pei Yan were taken aback, Fu Yunzhou only felt that Director Liang's temper came as soon as he said it, as if he had passed through the clouds and rain. He suppressed his emotions and explained: "Director Liang, this is because I was young and sent me here because I was worried about my injury. .”

"Oh, it's Xiao Fu's friend." Director Liang's expression froze again and he forced a smile, as awkward as he wanted, "Then let him come with you."

Fu Yunzhou: "..."

Is this man really sick?

Director Liang turned around to lead the way after finishing speaking, and Fu Yunzhou tugged at the corner of Pei Yan's clothes to let him follow.

Pei Yan was dragged forward by him, staring at the back of Liang Dao's head and frowning tightly, her lips slowly elongated and pursed into a line, the cigarette in the corner of her mouth flicked, and a speck of ash fell on the tiles.

The recording studio is on the top floor, with a unique location, simple decoration and sound insulation, and several large glass walls separate the inside and outside operation rooms.

Fu Yunzhou sat behind the equipment in the innermost recording studio. The manuscript was placed on the table. He tried the sound with a headset and waited for the staff outside to give him the start gesture.

Pei Yan leaned against the wall outside the operating room, found a place where he could see Fu Yunzhou when he looked up, and was frowning while swiping his phone with his head down.

On the gold list on the front page of the Yellow River, he found the "The Other Side of the River of Forgetfulness", which was full of pretentious literary style just by looking at the title. He forcibly refreshed it several times and finally opened the article page.

When the line of small characters on the copywriting mixed with the protagonist's name came into view, Pei Yan pinched her phone in surprise and suddenly raised her head, staring at Fu Yunzhou behind a few glass walls, her lips trembling slightly.

Director Liang outside was fiddling with the staff with the equipment, and Fu Yunzhou was racing against time to familiarize himself with the script. The distance between the inside and the outside was less than ten meters, and only Pei Yan panicked.

Pei Yan stiffened his neck and forced himself to bow his head. His fingers were stiff, and the cold sweat from his fingertips stuck to the screen. After struggling a few times, he slid the copy onto it, revealing the author's line—Nandou Xingjun... ...

Pei Yan casually tapped the screen, but there was no dialing, and the call was made. There were only three words "connecting" floating on the empty screen, and within two seconds, the call was connected magically.

"Why did you do these things?!" Pei Yan's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and questioned the person on the other end of the phone without waiting for greetings, losing his demeanor, "Who told you to do this?! You knew that doing so would be harmful. -"

"——I'm helping you," the voice from the receiver was even more ethereal than Fu Yunzhou's, full of fairy spirit, and the gentle and cold voice was like an electrocardiogram showing no signs of life. It's lighted up again..."

Pei Yan choked her throat in disbelief when she heard the words, unable to utter a single syllable.

Fu Yunzhou in the inner room was unaware of the changes in Pei Yan outside. He finally waited for the light to start recording, took a breath excitedly, and started recording the first audiobook in his career.

The person on the other end of the receiver hung up the phone after saying a word, and Pei Yan threw herself against the wall in despair, looking at Fu Yunzhou in distress.

He doesn't need to listen to know that the first sentence that Fu Yunzhou recorded into the audio must be——

"Qing'an 17th year, the sixth day of February.

Spring came very early that year..."

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The next chapter will enter the ancient part. This article is basically interspersed with ancient and modern times, and it is also for practicing the pen. It seems that I can grasp the rhythm when writing modern essays, but ancient essays can’t, so I want to use this interleaved narrative method to help ancient essays grasp the rhythm. Take a look at the narrative rhythm.