After losing the male supporting script

"thank you all."

The young man with exquisite eyebrows on the stage didn't know what was going on below, but he took the microphone with a polite smile and delivered a simple speech.

It may be the first time for a federal representative to meet an award recipient with such a concise testimonial. When he was handed back the microphone, he was taken aback, paused, and then smiled.

All the people in the audience cared about it, but it was obviously not this point.

Like them, they opened "The Voice of Songs" and turned to the cover letter of the last chapter. Looking at the picture that was updated in real time and exactly corresponding to everything in front of them, they could most intuitively understand the thoughts of everyone at the moment.

If the manga that hadn’t been updated for a long time was updated a moment ago, and the protagonist’s face is a real person he has seen in the real world, it was just a shock, then at this moment, when it is confirmed that the progress in reality is completely synchronized with the manga, it will be another It's a bit more strange.

"Sure enough, this is a real person!"

"So is the update of "Singing Voice" a real-time creation? Mr. Zongpu is updating it on the spot now?"

"I can't, even Mr. Zongpu, if you want to draw the things that are happening now and then post them on the star network, it should take a certain amount of time! But the update here is like the moment when things happen, people Recorded!"

"Speaking of which, I have the habit of checking for updates every day. I'm sure there was no update of this series yesterday! So much content just appeared in a flash! And I don't think Su Jian is just a character in a comic, and I don’t think Mr. Zongpu has the opportunity to record every moment of Su Jian in such detail!”

"You guys might as well look ahead and see what I found!"

The increasingly noisy voice made the people on the stage have to pay attention to the movement below the stage.

Feng Yan, who was standing not far away, listened to the discussion of the crowd, and flipped forward along the content of the manga.

The core of the picture turned to Su Jian from the moment Yi Jian left the team.

The moment the young man stood in front of the stage, his eyes swept across the audience, and the picture also shifted to behind the crowd with his perspective. The figure standing alone in the corner, then turned back to the stage, and captured the corner of the young man's mouth. faint smile.

Outside the waiting room of the hospital, the young man dressed in disguise looked at the time displayed on the optical brain from time to time, and after picking up the time, he silently took the order and went to line up until the line in front of him gradually shortened, and the figure packing up the equipment in the operating cabin gradually appeared In the picture, turning back again, there is a smile on the corner of the mouth of the young man, looking forward to and nervous.

The confession of the birthday party in the recording studio, from mustering up the courage to really speaking; when people go crazy, they force their composure when hiding in the cabinet, to seeing the light from the cracks magnified a little bit, showing the expression of concern , the young man's heart was at ease, his pale face gradually turned red...

Until he suddenly walked from the dark room to the bright place, and saw a stack of drafts called "Singing", the young man's expression changed from calm to excited, and suddenly he overturned all the paints on the table, and the crackling sound splashed down. aside.

The young man who fell down on the ground suddenly glanced at a few pieces of paper scattered on the ground, sat quietly on the ground, picked them up, and read them bit by bit.The eyes regained their brilliance.

It was as if some kind of sudden light shone into the dark eyes at that moment, making the dim amber color suddenly flash with brilliance.

The young man silently packed up all the manuscripts and put them back in their original places. He knocked open the door with a colorful body of paint, fumbled for the lights, and lit up the whole room. Following the sound outside the entrance, he suddenly became aware of the current situation. He was nervous and a little nervous. At a loss, I started to pack up.

Then there was everything Feng Yan knew.

The crowd who talked a lot is obviously more concerned about the second part, how the protagonist in the book appeared on the set, and how he used his special skills to amaze all the judges and people around him step by step, and gradually reached the current height.How did the indifferent little prince show that special look when he met his doctor.

Only Feng Yan looked at the first scene of the update thoughtfully, and Yi Jian who was sitting on the ground looked at the painting in his hand. Although there was only one picture, he couldn't get it out of his mind no matter what.

"Look at the introduction of the work! Is there any change in it!"

The reporters who had already turned their cameras along with the commotion immediately gathered around when they heard the new voice, and the camera turned on the girl's brain who exclaimed, and every word on it was clearly reflected in the live broadcast.

In the line of the work column of "The Voice of Songs", after the original creator Zongpu's small handwriting, another line of small words that has never appeared is added below:

Character Yi Jian——Creator: Feng Yan.

"There seems to be an update on the Starnet, saying that the work "Singing Voice" has realized the existence of connecting to other worlds with a simulator for the first time, and can give certain guidance to the low-level small world. In a sense, it is considered to have created the world! Starnet Encyclopedia There was an update on the website just now, the first person in the example is Mr. Zongpu from "Singing Voice"!"

"Really! I have an update here too! Creating and connecting new worlds is too strong! I thought the work "Song" was incredible before, but I didn't expect that there is another world that exists!"

"But is this kind of created person really a real person? It doesn't feel real at all."

During the turmoil, the young man who was standing on the stage had already stepped off the stage, and was standing in front of the optical brain screen aimed at by a camera device.

The man who was flipping through excitedly didn't notice the extra figure behind him. Someone around noticed it, but they were still immersed in the shock of what they had just learned, and couldn't say anything.

The recording equipment faithfully rebroadcasts all the content, including every moment of emotion on the youth's face.

Even when he saw the lines of information that clearly attributed him to the character derived from "The Voice of Songs", the young man's expression did not show the slightest turmoil. After scanning the complicated information, he turned his eyes away and searched the crowd again. stand up.

One after another secretly watched his gaze and watched the young man indifferently ignore all the recording equipment around him, skipped the crowd, and walked step by step to the side of the doctor surnamed Feng.

"The activity is over, let's go home?" The young man frowned slightly, showing a smile, and ignored the discussion behind him loud enough for him to hear clearly.

His soft black hair was lifted to his ears, the amber eyes turned cold and warm, his smile was faint, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes did not look like real people, but whether it was the voice of speaking, the process of the interview just now, or the previous The content of "Song" heard.No one would think that the person in front of them is just a created existence. Rather, after knowing the origin of the young man and bringing in the appearance and expression of the young man, everyone can truly understand the news on the star network, and feel that "Song" may be A world that actually exists.

"Well, let's go back." Feng Yan looked at the chaotic crowd around because of the youth, and at the young man in front of him who was full of eyes only for himself, and his turbulent heart calmed down again.

For him, by comparison, youth has always been the only reality.

"Go to the place we agreed before going back. Don't you always want to see the streets here?"

The two of them interlaced their fingers, occasionally showing a smile during the conversation, and walked far away.

Not long ago, the girl who said she had no sense of reality stood in the crowd, but found that she couldn't keep her eyes off the two figures that were going away.

After the two left, the voices of discussion behind them still didn't stop at all.

"If you ask me, Su Jian is more like a real person. His likes and dislikes are so clearly expressed. And without him, maybe someone like me who can't feel emotions innately would be the least likely to become a real person."

"Look, the entry has changed!"

Under the special entry "creation", there are only two examples.

The second article, the painter Zongpu, created the world - "Song".

The first one, the seal, brought the person who changed the world——Su Jian.

After wandering around a few streets, I was fully surprised by all kinds of novelties unique to the coming year and tried them one by one.The youth with the most energy was the first to show signs of fatigue.

Considering the interactive interview in the morning and a series of other things, Feng Yan made another appointment to visit other places, tricked him back home, filled the water, and threw him in to take a bath.

The young man who was already in a daze in the bathtub let Feng Yan help to clean it up. When Feng Yan helped him take a shower, put on his clothes and brush his teeth, he sent him back to his room. After a while, he heard the peaceful and regular breathing.

In order to rush the ending of "Song of Songs" and modify all the previous details, Su Jian has been busy for days.Feng Yan knew in his heart that he would be tucked in by the horns. Just as he was about to go out, he heard that steady breathing stopped for a moment, and an indistinct murmur sounded softly, and the cuff was also grabbed by an extremely weak force: " Good night."

After saying this, the young man on the bed turned back and wrapped himself more tightly with the quilt.

A smile flashed across Feng Yan's eyes, and he said softly, "Good night."

Turn off the lights and close the door.

Various things happened during the day, at this point, he should have gone to sleep, but driven by a voice in his heart, Feng Yan still approached the study that had not been used for a long time.

The paint has been washed and the room is tidy again.

Feng Yan sat down in front of the desk, turned out the stacks of manuscript papers in the drawer, and tried to find the reason for that momentary change.

This was an episode before countless mission worlds. He was careless at the time, but now it is inexplicably important to him.

[Character setting, Yi Jian, the young master of a rich family, who likes music, and whose parents got separated due to an accident...]

In front of the handwriting with Yi Jian's name, there are traces of painting, and the word Su can be vaguely seen under the black ink.The birthday setting is also his original setting, but Zongpu changed it later.Some of the truth that Su Jian said he believed to be true appeared on this piece of paper, and even more information that had not been mentioned in "Song" was densely written on it.

Even for Feng Yan, it was difficult for him to recall what kind of mentality he had in the past when he portrayed and sculpted this virtual character, so that he could be so detailed.

It seems that he is not a manga character created for the purpose of completing the auxiliary strategy target, but has poured his heart and soul into paving his life.

Numerous footnotes, small preferences and habits, many of which are not reflected in the real plot of "Singing", but these contents are densely written one after another.

However, on the final sketch at the bottom of this thick character setting, there is no longer any setting mark, only a simple sentence at the bottom.

The traces scratched out by the ink color are very deep, which should have made the writing underneath a little difficult to read, but because the person who wrote the pen retraces it after scratching it out, it can also be vaguely read.

Simple four words, peace and joy.It is written directly below the drawn characters, one stroke at a time, clear and serious, as if carrying some kind of blessing.

Feng Yan stretched out his hand to touch the text that was written by his own hand but had no memory at all.

In an instant, something dusty suddenly surged up.

The flash of inspiration in the past gradually became clear, outlining a memory that had been hidden for a long time.

In contrast, countless small worlds perform tasks and complete tasks, and can recall every detail and all the past...

None worth mentioning.