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Chapter 7 Act I “Voice of Music” ⑤

Sound of Music Act 1

The animation “Slow Voice” tells how a boy born in the countryside in the 1970s stepped out of the mountain village step by step with his own efforts, and said goodbye to his former classmates, relatives, friends, and loved ones. America takes root. Numerous daytime dreams urged him to move forward; countless nights, nostalgic nostalgia entangled him, making him unable to sleep. In the end, when he became famous and Yi Jin returned to his hometown, he found that the small mountain village that had supported him through countless lonely days has changed. The only thing that remained unchanged was the sound of the **** at the street after the sunset, urging him to go home. But … where is home?

This is a very literary story full of nostalgia and loneliness. Chinese style ink painting style combined with the latest animation technology, Shang Xiaorui and her classmates have full confidence in this work.

However, they have never found a suitable male voice to dub the work.

She hopes that this male voice does not need to be fluent and “American” in English, but it must make the audience have a strong resonance. It must be like the gentlest sword, the softest stone, and it can sink into the audience heavy and heavy.

After getting Taiben and the demo, Tan Yiming tried to read it several times in the dormitory.

And this time, he will present his voice in the face of everyone in this most professional recording studio.

Tan Yiming thought that the unstoppable tension would continue. Maybe he had to look for the state tonight.

But when he stood in front of the microphone and watched the lights on the wall [onair] light up, the tension suddenly subsided.

An indescribable sense of coldness poured in from the top of his head, spreading around his spine, dissipating self-doubt deep down in his heart.

Hot flashes of palms, stiff legs, dry throat … all these are gone.

He is not him, he is the main character in the play.

“He” has gone through turbulent times. “He” has the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and “He” has bravely set foot on another continent. “He” is like a baby bird leaving the nest, while thinking of his homeland, while yearning for a new world.

This is the one-man show of the male lead, but it is not just a one-man show.

“He” experienced parting and suffered a lot. When “He” finally gained a foothold and looked back on his life, all he left were heavy memories.

“He” has met so many people and so many things, but his belief in supporting him to move forward has never changed.

just. It’s time, it’s time to go home.

“He” also wanted to go back and look at the bird’s nest that released “He” and see the Ichibu who gave birth to him.

…

For a full 13 minutes and 28 seconds of the plot, Tan Yiming didn’t stop, all the emotions poured out in one breath.

He is reading a poem, which belongs to life.

The animation demo on the LCD TV in front is simple and abstract, like a silent mime. The voice of Tan Yiming is the only vent of this mime.

When the last syllable falls, when the picture is wrapped in a golden red sunset-this story finally ends.

Tan Yiming was standing there as if he hadn’t played yet.

He stared blankly at the screen, at the microphone, and at the desk in his hand … even he didn’t expect that his condition would be so good.

For a full 13 minutes of monologue, there was no slap, no mistake. The feelings of each sentence are so just right.

It’s natural.

He waited quietly, waiting for the turbulent emotion to fade from his chest. He slowly took off the monitor headphones, turned around, and looked at the glass window behind him.

This time, he is no longer a monster hiding behind the mirror and watching the world, but a **** standing in the mirror to examine the various states.

Inside and outside, Shang Xiaorui covered her mouth and burst into tears.

George raised his thumb up at him, wondering what he was shouting, and flushed and thick with excitement.

And Yao Yin …

Behind that transparent glass window, Yao Yin’s smile is like an elegant water lily, cascading and blooming.

The youth pressed the call button next to him and said something.

Tan Yiming did not hear.

Yao Yin pointed at the monitoring headset, and Tan Yiming put it on again.

In the earphones, the youth’s cold voice sounded like spring water into the glass, which sounded pleasantly.

“Tan Yiming,” Yao Yin said clearly. “Have you considered taking a career route?”

“…” Tan Yiming first froze, then laughed. He wondered what was going on, and why everyone around him started asking him if he wanted to be a professional voiceover? “Thank you, but I never thought about it.”

“Really? You can think about it again.” Yao Yin said indifferently. “Your voice is unique. Not only is your voice in good condition, but it is also very contagious. This is a gift that many people can’t find. I have a lot of friends in this circle. If you want to take a job, I can introduce you. ”

“It’s really impossible.” Tan Yiming shrugged. “Voiceovers are just my hobbies, and I’m very satisfied with my current job. I don’t need to take interest to exchange money.”

Tan Yiming’s refusal was merciless.

Yao Yin wanted to say something, but George next to him jumped over with excitement and snatched the call button.

“Fuck! Old talk!” George squeaked. “I only heard you read those flirtatious love words before. I didn’t expect you to take it seriously, so charming !!!”

Tan Yiming especially thanked George for helping him to get away from the topic. He followed the other person’s words and talked a few words, diluting the atmosphere that was just a little awkward.

When George finished talking, the call button was again in Xiao Rui’s hand.

Shang Xiaorui finally managed to stop the tears, and his eyes were shimmering with tears.

“Brother Tan, you’re really amazing!” She looked at him with the idol-like eyes, first blowing a rainbow fart, and quickly adjusting the status, began to use the identity of an animation director, pointed out the voice of Tan Yiming A few minor flaws.

Normal dubbing recordings are recorded one sentence at a time. Almost no one can do it in one go like Tan Yiming.

The advantage of one-stop is that the relationship is continuous and constant; the disadvantage is that the rhythm of some places may be slightly wrong for a few milliseconds, and the character’s mouth is not aligned, but this can be fine-tuned by the computer.

Xiaorui at the tip of the ear also heard three or four wrong pronunciations, and the problem was not serious. Tan Yiming re-recorded those words twice, and soon it was done.

He completed the task faster than everyone expected, and everyone had a lot of time left, quite a bit confused.

When everyone discussed whether to leave in advance, Yao Yin suddenly said: “Before Xiao Rui asked me to help write the piano soundtrack, I haven’t started writing. I just listened to the voiceover of Yiming and I got a little inspiration. If you have nothing to do Would you like to listen to me playing the piano? ”

Xiao Rui’s eyes brightened, and she immediately nodded and said, “Okay, okay.” It revolved around the rose like a small butterfly.

Yao Yin took them to another recording studio with a piano.

He sat upright in front of the piano, his wrists raised and dropped, and ten fingers shuttled on the keys, sometimes briskly, sometimes lingering. When he was playing the piano, Xiao Rui was lying on the piano case, her hands resting on her chin, listening intoxicatedly.

He was indeed very talented, relying entirely on improvisation, playing a paragraph, stopping, taking a pen to record, and then playing another paragraph.

When faced with elusive syllables, he would turn his head to the side, talking lowly to Xiao Rui. He has a decent and gentleman’s attitude, and occasionally chats with the two men watching beside him without neglecting them.

But George looked weird the more he looked.

He scratched a few hairs above his head, got close to Tan Yiming, and said in a stern voice: “What do you mean he left us on purpose? If Xiao Rui said he was gay, I really think he was right Xiao Rui’s plot is out of order. Oh, this isn’t the legendary ‘want to put on my sister, pretend to be gay’, right? ”

Tan Yiming gave him a funny look: “Qiao Dafu, I really didn’t see it …”

George: “Did you see anything?”

Tan Yiming: “You said that I have supported you for so long. Why did you not find out until now that you would still care?”

George didn’t respond for a long time.

It wasn’t until a minute later that he yelled, “Look! You always talk about who a dog is!”

While George Dog was watching the food, Tan Yiming silently watched the playing video recorded on the mobile phone, his fingers moved, and the ghostly post was posted on Weibo.

At this time he didn’t know how much trouble his seemingly small move would cause to a small fan on the other side of the ocean.

The Huawu High School does not allow students to bring mobile phones into the classroom, but secretly used in the dormitory, no one will care.

In fact, Xiang Gu rarely uses a cell phone because he doesn’t have anyone to contact.

The former classmates and friends gradually disappeared as he dropped out of grades. And his relatives … not to mention.

He used the most common Android phone with a thousand yuan, which he paid for when the operator engaged in activities.

Such a mobile phone is not smooth when playing games and watching videos. The only use of the mobile phone for him is to watch time.

If it were not for Wang Qingyun, Xiang Gu would not even download Weibo.

Qi Yan is a standard two-dimensional girl, who not only taught him to register for a Weibo account, but also took the initiative to interrelate with him.

She is not the same as him. She likes too many things, network matches, games, and crispy duck literature. She also has to distract herself to make a list of her favorite men’s team … she has millions on the wall, she says that she goes online At that time, it felt like Wu Zetian was in the harem. I don’t know which small fresh meat should be lucky today.

But Xiangchai is different. Xiangchai’s special attention is only one person, that is, Wang Qingyun.

He had also listened to other people’s radio dramas, but their voices lacked the feeling that made his soul stir.

“This is my destiny!” Qi Yan said, “A man can have countless walls in his life, but he can only have one!” She patted him on the shoulder. I have found my fate, unlike me-I’ve been in the flowers and it’s good to see everyone. Who is my princecharming? ”

Xiang Gui thought her description was a bit weird.

“I like Wang Qingyun and worship him like an idol.” He blushed. “Unlike your girls, I want to fall in love with idols.”

Qi Yan snorted, feeling that he was suspected of sexism and was too lazy to ignore him.

After turning off the lights every day, Xiang Gu had to take out his cell phone in the bed and browse Wang Qingyun’s Weibo through the glare of the screen light.

Wang Qingyun rarely tweets, and rarely shows up unless it is a drama.

However, Xiang Guai still enjoyed it-he would follow Wang Qingyun’s attention and go to other cv’s Weibo to see it. We will also open the Weibo of those who plan the drama, and browse the reviews one by one.

On several occasions, he was very lucky, and really let him catch the trace of Wang Qingyun’s presence under other people’s Weibo.

Even if the **** just left an emoji with [like] and [smile], he made him feel happy.

In this way, Xiang Gu gradually understood the circle of friends of the Great God. He knows which dubbing society Wang Qingyun belongs to, which cvs have cooperated with, and which plots he has worked with, and he can even piece together the image of the Great God in the eyes of others through the only words left by others on Weibo .

Xiang Guai didn’t know that his behavior was called “Stokea”; he didn’t realize that his attention to Wang Qingyun was beyond the normal range.

Wang Qingyun’s latest original Weibo is still on the piano playing video.

The player covered his face with a smiley emoji. The dexterous ten fingers jumped on the keyboard, and the lingering sound of the piano flowed out. It was a song that I had never guessed before.

Wang Qingyun said that the song was originally created by his friend.

Xiang Guai didn’t know how many times he heard this song repeatedly, as if he listened to it again, he could “play the soul” in the video.

But he knows that this is impossible … Just like Qi Yan said, I hope that I can play as good as a friend of the Great God, and it is better to hope that he becomes a friend of the Great God.

But how can you become a friend of the Great God?

Lying on the bed to Guessing side, the finger unconsciously pulled down the Weibo-refresh-his special attention jumped out a new content! !!

Wang Qingyun: reposting Weibo //

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