half blind

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Really?"

Qiankun nodded, "Students from the Huai University Academy of Fine Arts have made good things and are willing to help."

"Then, if there's anything I can do to help, just tell me." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly.

"This, probably not for the time being." Qian Kun scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Qing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Do you think his voice is quite nice?"

Mo Mao nodded, "It's not bad, it's quite stylish."

"It seems that the main attacker hasn't found anyone yet?" Zhang Qing patted Zhou Nanchen on the shoulder, "Do you want to consider him?"

After Zhang Qing said this, he found that several students were giving him teasing looks with unknown meaning.

Zhang Qing suddenly became embarrassed, "No, I just recommend it. He must have something to do, right? Otherwise, he will be alone..."

"Okay, he's pretty good." Mo Mao said with an expression of "you don't need to explain it, I understand", "You can let him try."

"Then let Ah Chen try. He has worked with us for a long time, and he is not an outsider who doesn't understand anything." Qian Kun also nodded in agreement, "Mo'er take him, you two go inside to prepare, record a little Listen to the effect."

"Ah good."

The recording studio was very quiet, suddenly all the hustle and bustle was cut off, only Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen were left.

"Have you read the script?"

Zhou Nanchen nodded, "When you saw it just now, that Momao also gave me a copy."

"Then... let's try the lines on the first page?" Zhang Qing rubbed his knees and suddenly found himself more nervous than Zhou Nanchen, "Before recording, remember to open your mouth and move your facial muscles to minimize saliva... ..."

"I know." Zhou Nanchen interrupted Zhang Qing with a smile, "I've seen it many times."

indeed.

Zhang Qing remembered that when he was in high school, he often borrowed a school recording studio with his schoolbag on his back like these children.

Zhou Nanchen was always in charge of borrowing the recording studio. Because he had better academic performance, the teachers always believed in his excuses.

At that time, he was holding the script to familiarize himself with the lines, and Zhou Nanchen was quietly drawing on the side, never making a sound.

Zhang Qing always thought that Zhou Nanchen was immersed in the world of painting, but he didn't know that he always looked up at him and smiled slightly during the interval of painting.

"So, let's start?" Zhang Qing asked.

"Well, let's get started."

Zhang Qing cleared his throat, and made a start gesture outside the shed.

This scene has a familiarity that spans time.

At this moment, he is no longer an entertainer with fame and fame side by side, he has returned to the simplest period of his life, becoming Qing Mo who is purely fighting for love.

……

"How about it?"

After recording a few dialogues, Zhang Qing walked out of the inner room nervously, and saw several people listening to the sound with earphones in turn.

"Very good." Mo Mao looked a little surprised, "The voice is clean and sharp, and the sense of substitution is also strong. Is it really his first time recording?"

Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then became nervous again, "What about mine?"

"Your," Mo Mao pondered, "how should I put it..."

The hesitation in the other party's voice made Zhang Qing's heart skip a beat.

Realizing that the other party was being bluffed by him, Mo Mao smiled happily, "Obviously, you are indeed the Qing Mo seven years ago. No, it should be said that your lines skills are much better than then, and you are worthy of being an actor. "

"Hey, you little boy, are you looking for a fight?" Zhang Qing raised his fist in annoyance, and Mo Mao avoided it with a smile.

"Both of you are very good. I didn't expect you to still be online after such a long time." Qian Kun patted the shoulders of the two respectively, "But there is still something to pay attention to, and it is here..."

Walking out of the recording studio, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.Zhang Qing doubted that Qian Kun would have dragged them to record for a whole day if there were no students who wanted to use the recording studio in the afternoon.

However, his cooperation with Zhou Nanchen is quite good. If there are no accidents, the dry recording can be finished quickly according to this rhythm.

"How do you feel, Ah Chen?" Zhang Qing put on the mask again with a smile.

"Hmm." Zhou Nanchen said, "Is Qiankun his real name?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Yes. His surname is Qian and his name is Kun."

Zhou Nanchen nodded, "I always thought that was just his screen name."

"No, you just lamented this for a long time?" Zhang Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Why, do you want me to praise you from head to toe?" Zhou Nanchen smiled.

"Don't you mean it?" Zhang Qing punched him, "You don't even bother to perfunctory me."

Zhou Nanchen smiled, leaned close to Zhang Qing's ear and whispered, "The way you speak your lines is very sexy."

The warm breath brushed against his ears, making Zhang Qing's legs almost go limp.

"Do you want to praise me or not?" Zhang Qing pushed Zhou Nanchen with a blushing face.

Zhou Nanchen smiled and opened the distance.Now that there are a lot of people outside, even if Zhang Qing is wearing a mask, he is still afraid.

"Let's go, go back to dinner. Shall I call Sister Rou to pick us up?" Zhou Nanchen asked.

"No hurry, I still want to buy something."

"buy what?"

Zhang Qing lowered his head and checked the map on his mobile phone, "Is there a flower shop near here?"

"Flower shop?" Zhou Nanchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Zhang Qing was there for Chen Lou's memorial service tomorrow, "There should be one, this is near the university, there won't be no flower shops."

"Ah... I found it. Go, accompany me to buy flowers."

The flower shop near the university town is a very small shop. As soon as I walked to the door of the shop, a burst of fresh floral fragrance hit my face.

The owner of the flower shop is a very young girl. When Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen walked in, the little girl was busy at the front desk to settle accounts.

"Welcome!" Seeing the two of them coming in, the little girl quickly put down what she was doing, wiped her hands and greeted them, "Are you here to buy flowers for your boyfriend?"

The little girl's tone was so natural that Zhang Qing was extremely embarrassed, "No, I am... going to attend a friend's memorial service tomorrow."

"I see." The little girl smiled shyly, "What kind of flowers do you want? They were all cut today, very fresh, just look at them."

What flowers do you want to give Chen Lou?

Zhang Qing glanced at the dazzling array of flowers, and finally picked up a bunch of white lilies, "That's it."

Bai Baihe's words are pure and solemn.It is very suitable for Chen Lou who is flying moths to the flame.

"Okay, the two of you should pay here! Two bouquets of flowers, the total is..."

Two bouquets?

Zhang Qing was taken aback, then turned to look at Zhou Nanchen.I saw the latter holding a large bouquet of bright roses in his arms and smiling at him.

"Buy a bunch of flowers for my boyfriend." Zhou Nanchen's smile loomed behind the rose.

After leaving the shop, Zhou Nanchen took the lily from Zhang Qing's hand and stuffed the rose into his hand.

The two were holding a bouquet of flowers each, and on the way back they attracted many curious eyes.

"You... what kind of flowers are you buying?" Zhang Qing complained, but thankful that the bright red roses could cover her face, "It's too ostentatious."

Zhou Nanchen's gaze stayed on Zhang Qing, "Don't you like it?"

"It's a bit vulgar, but I like it." Zhang Qing whispered.

Zhou Nanchen never bought him flowers.

When he was younger, he once complained to Zhou Nanchen.

At that time, he didn't know that Zhou Nanchen's family situation was so bad, he just thought that this elm-headed person used all his money to buy painting tools, and he was a wooden person who didn't know the taste.

At that time, other men and women in their school fell in love and chased girls. They confessed their love downstairs in the dormitory, and sent 99 roses.Zhang Qing once complained that others would send flowers when they were in love, but he was the only one who gave paintings when they were in love.

But he only said it casually once, and he didn't expect Zhou Nanchen to remember it until now.

When Duanmurou came to pick them up, Zhang Qing buried his face in the fragrance of roses, "Do you remember when we first fell in love?"

"Remember, you got me drunk and tricked me, and I fell into your trap obediently." Zhou Nanchen nodded.

"Damn, can you not hurt others? Why did you play tricks on you." Zhang Qing smiled and kicked him, "It's because you are too stupid, I just can't see it."

Zhou Nanchen's careful thinking is too obvious, it is impossible for people to miss it.

Ever since Zhou Nanchen rescued him on the rooftop, Zhang Qing always liked to stay with him.

By Zhou Nanchen's side, there was a peace of mind.

He doesn't talk much, but his eyes are very gentle, and he is willing to go crazy with him, make trouble, play basketball together, and participate in social activities that he is not interested in.

When Zhang Qing raised his head, he could always look at him with fiery eyes.A young man's mind cannot be hidden.

So at a party, Zhang Qing simply dragged Zhou Nanchen out to drink him, but he didn't expect that he would drink all of this stuff without refusing, and it was him who drank too much in the end.

Zhang Qing still doesn't know how Zhou Nanchen got him back that night.But when he woke up, he was already lying on Zhou Nanchen's bed.

Zhou Nanchen, this piece of wood, actually planned to sleep on the sofa by himself after helping him undress and change his clothes.Zhang Qing was so angry that he almost jumped up from the bed, grabbed Zhou Nanchen by the collar and questioned him.

"Zhou Nanchen, do you like me?"

Zhang Qing felt a little bit afraid when he heard about this matter now.

If he hadn't been drunk back then, and hadn't questioned him like a drunk, would Zhou Nanchen have confessed to him?Will they still be together?

Maybe without that night's impulse, Zhou Nanchen would always keep the distance that a friend should have from him, and would not even take a step.

It was not until many years later that Zhang Qing realized that Zhou Nanchen had lost too much, and he was afraid that the beauty he was greedy for would slip through his fingers one day.The more you cherish it, the less you dare to own it.

Duanmurou was startled when she saw Zhang Qing holding a large bouquet of roses, and pulled him into the car.

"Have you been recognized? Flowers from fans? Have you met any paparazzi?"

"He sent it." Zhang Qing pointed to Zhou Nanchen.

Duanmurou was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time cast a surprised look at Zhou Nanchen, "I can't tell, you still send flowers?"

Zhou Nanchen felt that it was necessary to reflect on what kind of image he was in Duanmurou's mind.