Pandora's Box

"I see that you have quite a lot of live broadcast material, so I selected some to cut and try the effect."

Me: "?? What material?"

"The screen recording of your live broadcast."

"??? Are you still recording this thing?"

"Well, it's very convenient to have recording software."

Zhuo Wenyang sent a screenshot, which is a folder in his hard drive, which contains live videos sorted by date and semi-finished products sorted by version.

I:"……"

He sent me another video.

"This one was just cut, take a look. I think you performed very well here, but at the 58:[-] mark, considering that it may cause a little controversy, you have to see if you need to cut it."

"..."

All this happened so suddenly, how could I have the time to appreciate myself.

I was completely immersed in the shock of Zhuo Wenyang washing my hands and cutting the video. I acted like a Munch and shouted. At this moment, I could only say with a blushing heartbeat: "This, this, this, you are really amazing!"

"Huh? Is it?"

"Yes, you are very good at grasping the key points, the rhythm of splicing is smooth, and the BGM is also well selected. You are a master of editing!"

Zhuo Wenyang said: "It's okay, my level is average, I just learned it two days ago."

I:"……"

Is this the daily life of a top student==? ? ?

He sent another message: "There are still some rough cuts, do you want to take a look? You can give me some comments."

I was really flattered: "Then what, why would you even think of cutting something like this?" Just to learn a new craft?

He said: "Huh? Don't you really like live broadcasts now? I am so happy to follow you. I cut the interesting parts into short videos to follow the current trend of young people's information dissemination. More people will be able to see you." .”

"..." I bit the quilt on the bed and rolled around silently, dancing, jumping up and down, tearing the corners of the quilt like a husky above, and I was even more crazy and ecstatic than when I found out that I was getting more fans.

But after this dizzy feeling of happiness passed, I felt that this was not a good thing.

Even if Zhuo Wenyang's time is not as valuable as Lu Feng's, it shouldn't be used to do these meaningless chores.

Manage the chat room for me, cut videos for me, just to satisfy my vanity?

I can't afford to hire anyone for such a trivial matter, and I have to delay his writing a thesis to promote human progress?

I said, "Hey, but for this, do you want to consider entrusting others to do it? I think there are also those that specialize in editing, and the price is not expensive..."

He didn't respond.

After a long time, he sent a message: "Are you looking for a professional person to do it? I have also considered that a public relations company can help you manage it, and the popularity will rise quickly. But it is easy to make a big wave, you don't If you want to do it as a serious business, there will be no follow-up. Guaranteeing a considerable live broadcast time will affect your studies. However, if you want, I can arrange it, and I will write a plan for you to see."

"..." I said, "No, no, I didn't want to be popular! Don't look for a marketing account to praise me, I'm not worth the money! I just don't want to waste your time. Look at you every day I’m so busy, I have to help me make these, I’m too talented to use it. I want to increase attention, so I should do it myself, or I will also learn to edit, try to cut, or spend some money to hire someone, just do whatever you want .Anyway, that's not what you should be spending your time on."

After a while, he said, "This is not a waste of time."

"..."

"I'm having fun doing this."

"..."

"There are some jobs that I can't choose. But this one is my choice."

"..."

Cheng Yichen came back from the bookstore in the evening, helped me tidy up the room, touched the quilt, and said, "Hey? What's wrong with your quilt? It's all torn? It's still wet?" He inspected it and looked at me in surprise: " Is this what you bitten?"

"...Hmm." It's all Zhuo Wenyang's fault, I'm too carried away.

So at night, I saw Cheng Yichen pondering on Baidu, "What is the reason why children like to bite their horns? Is it zinc deficiency?"

I:"……"

I was eating at home that night, and the power went out suddenly while I was eating.

Lu Feng immediately called and was told that there was a problem with the wiring in this area and they were being repaired.

In the darkness, Cheng Yichen found a few candles and lit them, and everyone had a candlelight dinner.

If it weren't for the white wax on the table, and I'm a cute single dog, this meal would be quite romantic.

The spring in T city is very short, it feels like it was winter not long ago, but now the heat of summer has begun.

The weather started to be gloomy in the afternoon, but the rain didn't come down all the time, and it was a bit boring to hold back in the clouds.

I began to daydream about Lufeng's mansion. There is absolutely no power outage there. Even if the line is broken, there must be its own power generation equipment. It must have everything.

However, Lu Feng, who owns a mansion, is right across from me, sweating profusely eating the beef noodles cooked by Cheng Yichen.

After dinner, everyone continued to eat fruit in the dim light of the living room. Although there was no TV to watch, in a sense, it was very harmonious.

Ke Luo is not here tonight, and he has something to go out, just Lu Feng and Cheng Yichen, Zhuo Wenyang who came to eat, and me.

I waved the fan weakly while eating the melon: "It's so hot, why is it so hot, is this the greenhouse effect? ​​I can't take it anymore, is there any way to cool down?"

Cheng Yichen thought for a while, then asked with a smile: "Shall I tell you some stories about the midnight show?"

Hearing the words "Midnight Field", I was immediately inspired and said with vigor: "Yes, yes!"

The old driver is about to leave!

After a few minutes, I was on the verge of crying.

Cheng Yichen's voice was highly recognizable, and as he spoke eloquently, in this dimly lit space illuminated by a few weak candles, there was a kind of contagious power that made one's heart tremble.

"I heard a story when I was a child. There was a heartless man who dumped his fiancée. The fiancée hated him so much that she jumped off the building wearing a red dress and red shoes at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."

"Folk legend says that if you die with red all over your body, you will become a ghost. The heartless man was very scared, so he asked an expert for help. The expert gave him many charms and told him; 'At twelve o'clock tonight, she will come to find You. You hide well and don't let her find you. If you really can't hide, you also remember, don't look into her eyes, with these talismans protecting you, it's fine to pass this night.'”

"Sure enough, around twelve o'clock this night, he heard a strange sound coming from outside," Cheng Yichen said, "It seems like someone jumped in."

"Pass, pass, pass..."

I'm about to cry, Yaoshou, I didn't expect it to be such a midnight show!

Cheng Yichen said in a low voice: "The heartless man is hiding under the bed, not daring to vent his breath. The voice is getting closer and closer. Tong, Tong, Tong..."

I had a half-eaten melon in my mouth, tears in my eyes, and I didn't dare to breathe.

"The voice came to the bed, stop."

"He was terrified, but remembering what the expert said, as long as the ghosts don't see him, he'll be fine."

"After a long time, there was no more movement, so he couldn't help but peeked out from under the bed, wanting to see if Li Gui's feet were still there."

Cheng Yichen paused, and said: "But he forgot that his fiancée died by jumping off a building, with her head down when she died."

I let out an "Aww" and grabbed Zhuo Wenyang next to me.

The heat of his skin under his shirt, and the feel of his muscles, gave me a sense of security.

Cheng Yichen smiled and said, "Do you feel cooler now?"

I said with a sad face: "... yes, very much."

My whole back is very cool.

Lu Feng was very supportive: "Tell me another one?"

I was very tangled in my mood: "Hey, well..."

I am not afraid of fighting with people at all, but I am quite afraid of ghosts, but Cheng Yichen is very good at telling stories, people are scared but still can't help but want to hear it, just like when watching a movie, you cover your face with your hands but have to squeeze it through your fingers Peeping is a truth.

In terms of storytelling talent, Zhuo Wenyang seems to have inherited it from his own father.

Cheng Yichen told another story.Lu Feng sat beside him with a serious face, occasionally showing a frightened expression that was fleeting.I would have laughed out loud if I hadn't been terrified myself.

Zhuo Wenyang held a slice of melon and listened quietly and seriously, but his face was expressionless and he didn't even sweat. He looked very calm and cool.

I asked him, "Why aren't you afraid?"

Cheng Yichen said with a smile, "He's heard these things since he was a child."

"..."

My dear, this is.

In this way, Bingzhu's night talk lasted until nine o'clock, and the electricity still hadn't been restored. After cleaning up the cups with Uncle Chen, everyone dispersed to rest.

The rain that had been holding back for a whole day finally came down. It was raining like a torrential rain outside and the wind was blowing.

Usually sometimes, I stay in my bedroom. As a single dog whose parents are not around, I feel empty, lonely and cold. I feel too quiet and a little lonely.

Now I am not alone at all, and I feel that the house is very lively.

There are people here, people there, people on the ceiling, people under the bed.

Ghost stories are like drinking white wine. At first glance, they are just ordinary sour and refreshing, but the aftertaste is particularly strong. After three days, it will make people have endless aftertaste.

All kinds of horror movies that I have watched come to my mind at once, and all the gods and gods, Sadako, Kayako, Guiwa Hanako, come one after another.

I buried myself under the quilt and prayed sincerely: "Everyone, you are far away in Japan, so don't come here..."

However, there is no sincerity, I still feel as if they are beside me, above my head, behind me.

I just wanted to cry.

I don't know if that fellow Lu Feng is also afraid of ghosts, and he is trembling now, thinking about it like this, I'm not close to gloating.

But the problem is, he is accompanied by Cheng Yichen, but I don't!

People are more mad than people!

I was lonely and cold, bit the bullet, and knocked on Zhuo Wenyang's door with evil intentions.