my voice is poisonous

Could it be love at first sight?

After Fu Yunzhou finished recording this scene, he couldn't help being distracted, secretly a little envious, he couldn't help but stop, and raised his head to look outside.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Director Liang gesturing for him to pause.

The indicator light on the desktop also changed color, Fu Yunzhou took off the headset and pushed the chair away with a little anxiety.He stuttered and repeated several times before, but the state was still not right. It took a whole morning for just such a short section.

Director Liang will probably get angry... He thought to himself, he has to question his professional ability...

Unexpectedly, Director Liang was waiting for him outside the door, and boasted with a smile: "Xiao Fu, it's not bad, it's the last feeling, let's continue to make persistent efforts!"

Fu Yunzhou was flattered. He thanked him humbly, and said that if there is any rework in this part of the morning, you should inform me in advance, and I will prepare for it.

Director Liang smiled and said no problem.

Only then did Fu Yunzhou let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. He glanced past Director Liang to the bottom of the wall.

Pei Yan held a cigarette between her fingers, frowned and took two puffs, her eyes were empty, and she didn't notice him coming out.

"Xiao Fu, this is your temporary meal card," Director Liang called him, Fu Yunzhou turned his head, Director Liang handed him a magnetic card, and greeted him warmly, "The cafeteria is on the second floor, let's eat together?"

Fu Yunzhou took the meal card and pointed at Pei Yan with a smile: "I'm going out to eat with my friends."

"Well, work starts at one o'clock in the afternoon, don't be late." Director Liang's expression seemed to be empty for a few seconds, and he turned his head and left.

Fu Yunzhou put the meal card in his pocket, stepped over in two steps and stood in front of Pei Yan.

Pei Yan smelled strongly of cigarettes, and several cigarette butts were knocked out on the lid of the trash can nearby.

Fu Yunzhou waited for him to get rid of the one in his hand, and then tentatively asked with a little worry: "Pei Yan, when did you start smoking so much?"

Hearing the sound, Pei Yan turned her head to look at him, tilting her head as if her eyes were confused and dazed. He threw the cigarette butt into the groove on the lid of the trash can, as if it took him a long time to realize what he asked.

Pei Yan closed her eyes and opened them again, said in a hoarse voice, "I don't remember."

"What are you doing..."

"Are you hungry?" Fu Yunzhou was about to ask him, didn't it mean that he hadn't seen him for three hours, why did he seem to have changed his core, Pei Yan suddenly changed his expression, reached out and rubbed the top of his head, and squeezed out With a slight smile, he interrupted him, "What do you want to eat?"

"..." Fu Yunzhou was angry, "Don't talk about it—"

"There's a soup shop next door, do you want to drink?" Pei Yan continued his efforts, but Fu Yunzhou was stunned by the interruption.

"Drink!" Knowing that he obviously wanted to hide it, Fu Yunzhou felt uncomfortable, and said angrily, "It's just for you to wash your lungs too!"

Pei Yan was taken aback for a moment, then sneered and said, "You use your lungs to drink soup?"

Fu Yunzhou: "..."

*****

The soup shop just opened not long ago, the place is small, the decoration is also average, but the service is good.

Pei Yan pinched the end of the spoon and slowly stirred the soup with her little finger curled up in the air. He refused to drink it, as it seemed too hot.

Fu Yunzhou kept glancing at him absent-mindedly, thinking, if he hadn't said clearly what he was thinking about Pei Yan, would he suddenly fall in love with someone at first sight tomorrow, get married and have children?

Pei Yan stirred a bowl of soup, raised his hand and pushed it to Fu Yunzhou, and then changed his steaming bowl to continue stirring. The movements were natural and smooth, obviously he was used to it.

Holding the soup cup in his hand, Fu Yunzhou was in a daze, staring at the soup noodles with a look of nostalgia.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Yan looked at him sideways and said, "It's not good?"

"No...no..." Fu Yunzhou was startled, his voice tensed.

"Your voice isn't right," Pei Yan sat down next to him, holding his chin with his hands and frowning nervously, "Open your mouth and let me see, your throat is burning? I told you not to eat hot food. I can't remember why. .”

Fu Yunzhou glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the waiters in twos and threes looked over. The posture of the two of them was really thought-provoking. He tilted his head to avoid it, pushed Pei Yan's hand away, and said in a low voice with reddened ears: "I recorded a morning video. Voice, dry throat."

"I'll buy you Pang Da Hai later," Pei Yan raised her buttocks and sat back, took out a box of grass and coral lozenges from her pocket, and continued to stir his soup as usual, "later I drank this bowl too."

Fu Yunzhou responded, and said with a sigh in his heart: no matter how much you drink, it will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

*****

After dinner, Pei Yan sent Fu Yunzhou back to the radio and television building. Seeing him enter the recording studio, he really turned around and bought him a fat sea.

Fu Yunzhou raised his eyes and waited for the light to change color. When he saw him leave, he always felt that Pei Yan was also preoccupied.

Pei Yan doesn't taboo against alcohol and tobacco, but she doesn't have much addiction, but she was able to smoke a bunch of cigarette butts abnormally this morning.He wanted to ask why, but Pei Yan didn't want to say it.

Fu Yunzhou was dazed, he missed changing the light for a long time and didn't react. Director Liang waved his arm vigorously at him outside the glass wall, but he didn't see it.

When he finished running, Director Liang was about to knock on the glass aggressively. Fu Yunzhou smiled apologetically, and hurriedly bowed his head at the moment when his finger fell, and entered a sentence:

"Wen Yu felt at that time that among the many people in this world, this young man in front of him might be the only one worthy of the words Fengshen Junxiu..."

"That boy is..." Wen Yu turned to ask Mo Zhongtian in surprise.

Mo Zhongtian laughed and said, "Young man? He's twice your age."

Wen Yu was not surprised when he heard the words, but couldn't help but look at the boy a few more times: "Is he a fairy?"

"Of course not, he is the inferior saint of our clan." Mo Zhongtian was quite temperamental, with his beard raised and curled up, and he was puffed up like an old urchin. He hummed in Wen Yu's ear to show off, "Young man, you This life is not in vain, I have been to the Empress Wu Clan, I have seen the road to heaven, I have seen Yan Qingjiang... not to mention mortals, even monks can have this honor..."

Wen Yu only felt that there was something in his words, and the hidden words were definitely not good. Sure enough, when he turned his head, he saw another ray of light hit his head, and he passed out again. Before losing his mind, he only listened to Mo Zhongtian continue He hummed and said, "Go to sleep and then get up again. If you can forget it, forget it quickly. After leaving the Houwu Clan, I will send you back to Jiangxian Peak the same way - let you go!"

*****

This time Wen Yu woke up from the cold, and when he woke up, he only felt that the feeling was very similar: the breath of wind and snow in his nose was cool, and the snow under his body was soft.

Wen Yu opened his eyes, only thankful that he was not frozen to death in the mountains, when he sat up with his limbs stiff, an old man in white robes beside him was meditating cross-legged.

The old man opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked at him indifferently, put on a description of a master of Taoism, pretended to raise his eyelids and made a long voice, and said in a voice as if singing an opera: "Young man, this old man is the mountain god, Seeing that Er Xueshan was in distress, I kindly rescued you, how do you feel now?"

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu supported his head, stood up top-heavy, and bowed to him: "Thank you for saving me, I am very grateful, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran, Wen Yu didn't care why his memory was still there, he just wanted to escape from this devilish place and devilish people as soon as possible.

As soon as Mo Zhongtian finished speaking, he saw that Wen Yu had run wildly, and he let out a "huh" in surprise, just as Wen Yu woke up, lost his memory and feared the gods, and kindly pointed out the way down the mountain for him behind his back: " Young man, in the wrong direction, turn left—hey! Stop!"

Wen Yu turned to the left a little bit more, tripped over a vine buried under the snow with his foot, turned over and rolled down the mountain, with snowflakes flying behind him, this rolling gave him a new shock.

Mo Zhongtian watched this weird mortal fall to the ground, but he didn't care, but saw that he didn't stop after falling, but rolled forward two times and directly smashed through a barrier in the void, and rolled into the ground. A hidden place separated by generations of enchantment on Jiangxian Peak.

Wen Yu rolled dizzily and stopped at the cliff of the mountain peak. He stood up from the ground with his hands on his hands, and looked at the snow that had not melted for years on the adjacent mountain peak on the opposite side of the cliff with lingering fear.

He lowered his head again, and there was a valley under the cliff, with green mountains, green waters and spring, completely different from the severe cold in northern Xinjiang.

Looking down from the mountain, the valley seems to be wrapped in continuous clouds, looming, like a mirage in the snow-capped mountains. In the valley, a towering giant tree rises straight into the sky.

"This is......"

Mo Zhongtian appeared behind him out of nowhere, Wen Yu turned around and asked him in disbelief: "Is this the way between the Houwu Clan and Heaven?"

Hearing the words, Mo Zhongtian almost fell off the cliff. He was more terrified than Wen Yu, shaking his beard and staring, and murmured: "You...you didn't forget...and broke the barrier... ...you can still see the Empress Witch and the Divine Tree..."

Before Wen Yu could answer, Mo Zhongtian frowned, and he jumped off the cliff decisively holding Wen Yu's back collar.

Wen Yu was unprepared, and directly flew down with his face face down. The strong wind blew him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and the pressure of the wind made him unable to even shout out.

Amidst the sound of the drum-beating wind, there was a clear phoenix cry suddenly. Wen Yu tried his best to open his eyes, only to see a dazzling fire phoenix flying out of thin air, connecting him and Mo Zhongtian on his back, and heading all the way to Swooping down and sweeping low, he quickly rushed into the valley wrapped in white clouds.

Huofeng threw the two of them under the towering ancient tree, but he didn't stop, a flame burst out from the end, and his figure instantly flew up the branch.

Wen Yu raised his head, his gaze was chasing and poking over, the bird that only existed in ancient legends, was stepping on a branch on the tree trunk at this moment, rubbing against the boy's shoulder like a baby.

Wen Yuyao looked at Shangyan Qingjiang's eyes without sadness or joy. That person still looked distant and distant. The big sleeves of the cloud robe seemed to hold a handful of wind and snow. He was bathed in the sun, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth , warm and clean: "It seems that the young master and my clan are very destined."

Wen Yu: "..."

Well, evil fate is also fate.

"It's fate, it's fate." Before Wen Yu could look away, he heard someone whispering to him, "So, this time you can't leave at all."

Before the words finished, Wen Yu felt his waist tighten, and he lowered his head in surprise. Mo Zhongtian conjured a white silk ribbon out of nowhere, and tied him directly around the waist to the tree trunk.

Wen Yu's high fever hadn't gone away, and he was sweating from start to finish, but his mind seemed to be a little clearer. Seeing this, he struggled, but was more and more tightly bound to the tree trunk by the seemingly soft and common ribbon.

"Don't struggle, but don't struggle." Mo Zhongtian stood beside him, fanning the wind with his sleeves, and said coolly, "Move a few more times, and your waist will be strangled."

Wen Yu hadn't recovered from his serious illness, and his strength was exhausted. Hearing this, he was about to cry, his throat was burning, and when he opened his mouth, he breathed out a puff of hot air, as if he was holding a ball of fire.

Wen Yu said weakly, "What exactly do you want?"

Mo Zhongtian turned his nostrils to the sky, and snorted arrogantly, without saying a word, he turned to leave with a flick of his robe.

"Hey—" Wen Yu couldn't reach out to stop him, and watched him walk away.

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