Confession

After Lin Xu returned home, he took off his hat and mask, his hair was completely wet with sweat, as if water had been splashed on his head, and it was steaming.

He washed Lele's feet, let it play by itself, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the stickiness on his body.

Lin Xu's house is a [-]-square-meter apartment located in the city center. There are only him and Lele in the huge house. The simple and spacious layout looks extremely deserted.

Lin Xu came out naked after taking a shower, with no clothes on, and the water dripped from his body as he walked.

He wiped it casually, took out his underpants and put them on, dumped them into the messy bedding, and went to get the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table.

Lin Xu is addicted to cigarettes, cigarettes and lighters can be seen everywhere in the house to prepare for his sudden addiction to cigarettes, followed by alcohol.

The nicotine spread into the mouth, and the peppermint burst filtered the taste once. The spicy mixed with the mint rushed straight into the nasal cavity, and the mist was spit out from Lin Xu's mouth, floating in the air, and the hazy texture blurred his delicate face. clear.

After smoking one after another, the feeling of smoking is actually not good. It is pungent, nauseating, and choking. After getting used to it, you start to become addicted, and you want to find a moment of peace in these short few minutes.

After Lin Xu smoked three cigarettes, the room was filled with a strong smell of smoke. Lele walked to the door and left again, as if unwilling to bear the smell.

He lay on the bed for a while, thinking of the short similar sound he heard today, his throat was dry and the strings were plucked, shaking his heart out with a numb itching.

The Walkman under the pillow was taken out, he put on the earphones, and pressed the play button.

First there was a brief electric sound, and then a male voice came out, the tone was calm and soft, like warm running water coming slowly, the water light absorbed the golden color of the sun, and contained a little warmth of the sun——

"Life is frivolous again and again, frivolous and tireless."

Lin Xu's breathing was stagnant. Although he had listened to it thousands of times over the years, every time his heart felt uncontrollable palpitations.

He lay on his side on the bed, curled up involuntarily, buried his head in the pillow, and took a deep breath, trying to use this voice to awaken the smell of sunshine deep in his memory.

"I hear an echo, from the valley and from the heart."

"Harvest empty souls with a lonely sickle."

"Continuously repeat the decision, and repeat the happiness."

"There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert, I believe in myself."

"Born like a bright summer flower, never withered and never defeated, demons rule like fire."

"Under the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing, I will never tire of it."

This is Tagore's "Life Like Summer Flowers". As a liberal arts student, Lin Xu also majored in literature in college. This poem has been memorized in his mind long ago, and he has memorized it fluently.

But he still can't forget the surprise when he heard that voice read for the first time.

It was lunch break, there was a cafeteria in the university, and the campus radio was played every Wednesday.

Lin Xu is a voice control person, and has a yearning for all nice voices. Male voices and female voices are always welcome, but the requirements are extremely high. He has downloaded a lot of audio stories on his phone, and he listens with headphones when he has nothing to do. Time, but always lack of interest.

So when that voice first appeared, it made his ear canals numb, his heart seemed to be hit by an electric current, and the acceleration of the blood made his body warm up, which was a kind of soul throbbing.

"I hear love, I believe in love."

"Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a desolate wind, passing through my bleeding veins."

"The belief of staying in the years."

The voice is full of deep emotion. In just over ten seconds, the mouth and chest resonate, producing wonderful emotions, expressing the poignant beauty and romance of love in the poem to the fullest.

Lin Xu's body was tense, the skin exposed to the air was slightly flushed, and there was a slight sound of viscous water.

"Huh... um..." His breathing was rapid, his face buried deep in the pillow finally turned around, breathing like a drowning fish, the suffocation gave him a false sense of pleasure, and the pain stimulated his nerves , mixed with comfort.

The boy's voice is close at hand, and the voice that has changed has the magnetism and deepness of a mature man, with a bit of greenness that has not completely faded, like a fruit on a branch, alternating green and red, mixed with sweet and sour, is a kind of Unstoppable attraction.

"I believe that everything can be heard, even meet discrete, meet another self."

"And some moments can't be grasped."

"No matter how far you go, what's gone will never come back."

Lin Xu clenched his lips. The moment he heard these words, all kinds of gloomy scenes from the past flashed through his mind. He pressed harder with his hands. The pain was greater than the pleasure, but it gave him a kind of self-torturing satisfaction.

He couldn't help raising his neck, his lower abdomen was tense, thin muscles covered his well-proportioned body, and his abdomen twitched uncontrollably. long nasal sound.

"Please see the hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way along the way."

The reciter is probably affected by the poems, adding an imperceptible smile to the sour emotions, as if the withered and corrupt prosperity is brushed by the warm sun, which cannot save the inevitable from gorgeous to bleak, but only before it turns into mud , to give it the last touch of spring.

Lin Xu let out a muffled groan, his arched back suddenly relaxed, and he lay powerlessly on the bed panting, his arms paralyzed by his sides, and there was thick liquid in his palms.

"Prajnaparamita, one by one."

"Life is like summer flowers, death is like autumn leaves, what do you care about having?"

The last word ended, the earphones returned to calm, Lin Xu could hear his panting, the heat in his body was still there, calming the tide.

About four or five seconds later, the voice sounded again. This time, it was not as deep and gentle as when I was reciting the poem just now, but it was clear and clear as a teenager. "That's all for today's noon recitation. I wish you all a happy meal."

There was a slight "click", the sound of the microphone being turned off, the audio of more than two minutes ended, and the world returned to peace.

Lin Xu calmed down, and sat up with difficulty to get a tissue to wipe his hands. Seeing the spots on his underpants, he simply took them off and threw them on the floor. When he looked up, he saw Lele squatting beside the bed, sticking out his tongue, his round eyes were full of innocence. , I don’t know how long I’ve been watching it.

"..." Lin Xu lit another cigarette. The sage was so comfortable all the time that he didn't want to move. He leaned naked on the head of the bed without any restraint, and threw the paper ball into the trash can with a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at?" .”

Lele jumped onto the bed with the Frisbee in her mouth, and played with Lin Xu's hand.

"Not playing." Lin Xu ruthlessly refused, "No time."

With the toy in her mouth, Lele let out a low growl of "woo woo", which sounded a bit fierce.

Lin Xu was well aware of its temperament, and knew that it wanted to play with him on its own initiative.

"I really don't want to play, just play by myself." Lin Xu rolled over and got out of bed, put on his clothes and stood in front of the computer, ready to type.

Lele groaned aggrievedly, threw the Frisbee and fell asleep at Lin Xu's feet.

Just as Lin Xu opened the coding software, WeChat messages flashed non-stop.

[Chess Pieces Radio Drama Planner: Teacher Xu Tian, ​​the radio drama "Chess Pieces" will be launched in one month!The first episode of the first season is freshly released, and the author is the first to audition it!listen up!You will love it!We have carefully selected Wei Hui's voice for a long time, and it will definitely be the most satisfying Gongyin in your heart! ! 】

[Chess Pieces Radio Drama Planning: [Audio Link]]

It is very common for the original author to listen to the content of the radio drama first. Lin Xu would listen to it at first, and then turn on the audio after listening to it a few times.

It's ridiculous to say that I haven't heard all the radio plays he published.

It wasn't that the dubbing teachers didn't do well, but that it was too far from his ideal voice, which ruined the character prototype in his heart.

Lin Xu was not interested, so out of politeness, he typed a reply:

【XU: Okay, thank you for your trouble.I'll listen to it when I have time. 】

[Qizi Radio Drama Planning: Don't worry!This drama has your traffic in the literary circle and the blessing of dubbing, it will definitely be a hit! 】

【XU: [Happy]】

Lin Xu closed the dialog box, put on the earphones, selected from the audio directory on the phone for a while, clicked on a recording that lasted about 10 minutes, and started today's work by listening to the content in it.

The voice is still the same as the poem just now, but this time the timbre is obviously more mature and stable. The greenness has completely faded, and it has a more advanced metallic texture. From the steady conversation, the publicity and sunshine in the personality can be heard.

"That's right, desires are born late at night, and many impulsive things are done at night. Many friends around me often place orders and buy things at night, only to wake up the next day and get refunded, haha."

The topic revolves around late-night impulsive consumption. It seems to be small talk, and the words are well-founded and logical. Lin Xu's typing fingers stunned, and the corners of his mouth also raised. The novel needs a more joyful atmosphere. Go well.

I didn't write much, and the WeChat message popped up again and kept ringing.

[Qizi radio play planner: Teacher Xutian, are you free recently? "Chess Pieces" has just completed the second episode, you can come and listen to the group, if you are not satisfied with the changes in the plot, we can communicate. 】

[Chess Pieces radio drama planning: ["Chess Pieces" script.txt]]

[Chess Pieces Radio Drama Planning: We are very confident in the production of "Chess Pieces" this time. This is the script that the screenwriter has just revised. Please see if there is something that does not meet the meaning you want to express when you write it [cute]]

Lin Xu's status in the danmei literary circle should not be underestimated. Not only are his works popular and his literary attainments are high, but his commercial value related to copyright has also increased. He has tens of millions of fans on Weibo, and he is also a writer Senior member of the association.

There are many companies that come to seek cooperation and fight for copyrights. The editors of the writing platform talk to him with two or three points to please him, not wanting to offend the cash cow. Lin Xu has seen this kind of flattering attitude too much.

He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but he planned to post a lot of matters related to radio dramas, and he could see her sincerity from the lines.

【XU: You don't need to follow the group, thank you.I read the script later and will reply you. 】

[Qizi radio drama planner: OK, if there is any problem, I will communicate with the scriptwriter in time! 】

"Xiaofei, what are you doing?" A Liang asked, looking at the little girl who was buried in typing.

Xiaowen was startled, and almost lost her grip on the phone, "Liangda, you scared me to death. You're not in the recording studio, are you just wandering around here?"

Ah Liang smiled, and looked at the two men who were recording behind the glass panel, "I'm the boss, I'm done recording today's content, where do you care about my shopping? It's you, chatting with your boyfriend with your mobile phone? Withhold wages."

The recording studio is separated by glass into two rooms, the inner room and the outer room. The inner room is called the soundproof room. All the dubbing work is carried out inside. Once you enter, you can’t hear any sound from the outside world. It forms an independent, fully enclosed quiet space where all communication A headset is required.

There are audio consoles and some recording-related equipment in the outside room, including sofas, coffee tables, tables and chairs. The environment is relatively comfortable and relaxed, and it is generally called a lounge.

Xiaowen: "I haven't, I'm communicating with Teacher Xutian about the group."

"Re-recording, Gong's emotions are too extroverted. Here he thinks of his dead friend. It should be a feeling of depression and heartache, and it's a bit harsh." The director sitting at the audio console wore headphones and gave the actors guiding.

A Liang poured a glass of water to moisturize the mulberry, "Xu Tian? He didn't ask to follow the crew in the previous dramas, why did he suddenly ask him to follow?"

Xiaowen glanced at the door and lowered her voice, "Didn't the dispute between Mr. Wu and you take away several screenwriters before? The screenwriters we recruited this time are not very good, the emotional drama is okay, and the lines involving scheming are too messy." Yes. I want Teacher Xu Tian to communicate with the group about the script."

A Liang nodded, "I know this well. The screenwriting team still needs to recruit people. You can follow up on this when you have time."

Xiaowen: "I know that the projects in our studio have only started "Chess Pieces" and "The Spoiler" that you are currently dubbing, and the other scripts have not been started."

A Liang warned: "Wait until you have a good screenwriter before doing other projects, it is better to lack than to overuse."

"Ok, I know."

The dubbing over there was also over, the door of the soundproof room opened, and two young people came out of the soundproof room. The director was very satisfied and communicated with them about the following plot.

"Young people are awesome," A Liang said with admiration in his eyes, "I just listened to it, and it's a good match, especially Xing Xing, your voice is very aura, and there is a lot of room for development."

Xing Xing smiled shyly, with a small dimple on his face, he looked quite cute, "Liang Da, what do you mean, can I attack in the back?"

This made everyone laugh.

"Why are you obsessed with offense?" A Liang couldn't laugh or cry, "From the perspective of emotion and difficulty, receiving will be more difficult, and many details are difficult to control."

"Liang Da means that you are not good enough." The taller and taller man beside Xing Xing said with a smile, "With me here, you have no place to attack."

"Brother Yang, you are bullying." Xing Xing said dissatisfied.

A Liang let them quarrel for a while, and said: "The "Chess Pieces" radio drama will be launched next month, as usual, I wish the follow-up of the work all the best, and we will have a dinner together. The original author will also come, Xiaowen, Xu Tian You come to make an appointment."

Xiaowen: "OK."

A Liang fixed his eyes on the handsome young man, "Jiang Yang, especially you."

Jiang Yang shrugged innocently, "What's wrong with me?"

"Before you played tricks and missed the dinner party, this time you can't." A Liang said with a serious expression, "You also know that the script behind it has not been finalized. This time at the dinner party, we need to talk about the plot with the author of the original work, which is closely related to the follow-up work. , as the protagonist, you must not be absent."

"Okay." Jiang Yang put his fingers together, and saluted handsomely, with a vigorous look in his early twenties, "I promise to complete the task."