After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Tian Zhi was obviously not an early riser. He was not fully awake at the moment and responded casually.

She didn't seem to notice the change in his voice.

After washing up, he went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast.

There were quite a few people there, so he went to a window selling buns to queue up.

The girl in front of him let him move forward.

"Student Lu, you go first."

He smiled.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

The girl's face suddenly turned red and she turned away abruptly.

Then he reached out and gently touched his ear.

Oh no, my ears are getting pregnant.

What's going on? Is it an illusion because it's the first time I spoke to him, so I feel like his voice sounds so nice.

The line wasn’t very long, and the girl in front who had just bought some buns wanted to say goodbye.

But after encouraging herself for a long time, the cafeteria aunt handed the bun to her.

The energy suddenly disappeared without a trace, and she was about to leave in frustration, holding the bun in her hand.

That warm voice came from behind again.

It's crisp and pleasant, with some of the innocence of a boy, but compared to a boy's voice, it has a softer feel and is not as sharp.

The pronunciation of each word is clear.

The voice is like the morning light of autumn, with a slight coolness and a fresh breath.

Clean, delicate and warm.

"Goodbye, thank you just now."

My depressed mood miraculously improved and I was in a good mood for the whole day.

"Well, goodbye, classmate Lu."

Leave happily.

Is it because of the sound?

Looking at the girl leaving Beijing Film Academy, Lu Qingfeng thought.

Not really sure.

"What do you want, young man?"

The cafeteria auntie looked like she was saying, "I'm busy, please speak faster."

He thought about it and raised his voice to make the boyish part more prominent, achieving a cute effect.

"Sister, this is my first time selling buns here. I don't know which one is delicious. Can you recommend some?"

The cafeteria aunt, who was in her forties, immediately smiled brightly.

"Young man, you're such a jokester. I'm old enough to be your mother. Our preserved vegetable and pork buns are so delicious. You won't regret buying them."

"Okay, then give me twelve pickled mustard greens, four bags of soy milk, and four tea eggs."

"Sister, get the bottom one for you. It's hot and steamed thoroughly."

"You brought these for your roommates, right? I'll give you two more. At your age, you should eat more."

The aunt was extremely enthusiastic.

Lu Qingfeng was flattered and swiped his card with a bunch of breakfast.

The guy behind me was staring with wide eyes.

"Sister, I want some pork and preserved vegetable buns too."

"Who are you calling sister? You have no respect for your elders."

The cafeteria aunt's face turned serious and her smile disappeared.

……

When I returned to the dormitory, the other three were up and were brushing their teeth and washing their faces.

Seeing Lu Qingfeng coming in with buns, Guo Hao took one and stuffed it into his mouth first.

The other two couldn't accept eating without brushing their teeth and hurried to wash up.

"Did you buy these buns at Songlin Restaurant?"

"Sure, you can tell which one it is."

Lu Qingfeng looked at him with admiration.

"I've been there a few times, and their preserved vegetable and pork buns are the best."

Guo Hao picked up another bun.

As he was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Why is your voice different from before?"

"When I woke up this morning, I also realized that my voice change is over."

Lu Qingfeng touched his throat.

"Damn, your voice is pretty good. You can go do dubbing."

"What dubbing?"

The other two came back after washing up.

"Just listen to his voice and you'll know."

Guo Hao pointed at Lu Qingfeng.

"It's not as exaggerated as he said. It's just that my voice has changed a little after my voice change."

This voice surprised the two men again.

After dinner, go to class.

Today is a large class attended by the entire Chinese department, Professor Ye Yuan’s appreciation of ancient poetry.

The little old lady is almost seventy years old this year. After retirement, she was re-employed and continues to teach Chinese department students.

Professor Ye, with his silver hair, speaks slowly and gently.

"The earliest collection of Chinese poetry is the Huajian Anthology, which was compiled during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period."

"So-called ci is different from poetry."

"Ci is not originally a literary genre. It is also known as quzi ci, long and short sentences, and shiyu. It was originally lyrics sung to the tunes popular at the time..."

"So, in Chinese tradition, poetry is about expressing one's aspirations, and prose is about conveying moral principles. Only small lyrics are worthless."

"In the Huajian Collection, only two authors seem to have any value at all: Wen Tingyun and Wei Zhuang."

"Today, we will analyze Wen Tingyun's poem, 'Bodhisattva Man'. Let's first find a classmate to recite it."

Professor Ye adjusted his glasses and glanced at everyone in the classroom.

After a circle, my attention was attracted by a young man sitting by the window in the back row.

“That classmate.”

Lu Qingfeng, who was listening to the lecture, pointed at himself.

"Yes, it's you. Come and recite this poem."

Professor Ye nodded affirmatively.

Lu Qingfeng stood up.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lu Qingfeng, Professor."

Professor Ye felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but he did not think about it too much.

She said.

"This poem describes a woman's state when she wakes up, washes, and puts on makeup. It implies the character's loneliness, so when you recite it, the state before and after should be different. Try it."

Lu Qingfeng thought about it and realized that this poem was composed into a song in his previous life, which was very touching.

Although recitation cannot be the same as singing, the artistic conception can be borrowed.

I thought about what Professor Ye said again.

He softened his aura and his breath came out more slowly.

"The hills are covered with golden light, and the clouds in the hair are about to cover the snow on the cheeks.

I am too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and I am late in putting on make-up and dressing myself."

The sound without resonance has a lazy feeling of lack of interest in everything.

The voice is soft and melodious, with an ancient rhythm.

From the sound, a picture seems to be depicted.

Professor Ye closed his eyes, very surprised.

The other people in the classroom also looked at him.

Lu Qingfeng's recitation has not yet ended.

In the latter part, he lowered his voice and added some bubbling sounds to make the voice more edged and with a sparse hoarseness.

"Looking at the flowers in the mirror, the flowers' faces intersect."

"Newly embroidered silk, with two golden partridges."

The last note has a slight lingering sound, like a lingering sigh.

After it was over, the classroom was a little quiet.