Forget Yingying invites you to be the one who raised me

"Although the Qin family transferred all their heirloom collections abroad, Qin's father has been circulating among them since he went abroad, photographing many of the lost cultural relics and donating them back to China one after another." Pinault said this with a hint of pride in his tone.

"So the cultural relics you donated to the Lantern Museum are all his collections?" Wen Zichuan remembered that Cheng Sizhou had mentioned this.

"You knew?" Pinot was slightly surprised. However, the Lantern Museum had held such a grand donation ceremony, and all major media outlets had covered it, so he wasn't surprised to know. "That was the last batch. Father Qin specifically told me to donate it to the Lantern Museum."

Wen Zichuan continued to read the outline. It turned out that Song Xiang and his wife were in a family marriage. Both of them were not very satisfied with the marriage, but due to the pressure from their parents and public opinion, they had to maintain a basic relationship between husband and wife.

"Around 1985, Song's father was transferred to work at the customs. Some of the cultural relics that Qin's father donated back to China passed through his hands."

After not seeing each other for many years, Song Xiang couldn't sleep all night when he suddenly heard the news about his old friend.

The boy who once disobeyed his parents has grown into the pillar of the family, and the heart that was dead in ashes is slowly beating again.

He took advantage of his work to ask someone for information about Qin Zhihan, and was relieved to learn that he was doing well abroad.

Although Song Xiang did not participate in what the Song family did to the Qin family, he was powerless to stop it. Out of guilt, he wrote a letter of apology and sent it out, but he did not receive a reply.

He thought that Qin Zhihan still hadn't forgiven him, and that they would never see each other again, whether alive or dead.

In 1994, the long-accumulated conflicts finally erupted. Song Xiang and his wife agreed to divorce, leaving his property and children to his wife, and he was almost left with nothing. Qin Zhihan also returned to China at this time.

Things in the world are like flowing water. No one is Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. After eighteen years of separation, even the deepest feelings will fade.

However, when Qin Zhihan saw Song Xiang's lonely appearance and saw that his former sharpness had been completely washed away by the shackles of his family and the hardships of life, he felt distressed.

Qin Zhihan gave up his career and dignity and stayed with Song Xiang for two years.

Two years later, news of a valuable cultural relic surfaced. Qin Zhihan was very concerned and decided to go and see it in person.

At this time, Song Xiang's mother had passed away and his father was paralyzed in bed. He had to show filial piety by his father's bedside, so he had to part with Qin Zhihan again.

"At that time, Father Qin asked Father Song if he would always choose his parents over his own. If he were a woman, his wife, and had given birth to a child, would Father Song temporarily put his parents aside to take care of their little family?"

"What did he say?"

"Song's father said, yes, this is the code of Chinese families, no one can disobey."

Wen Zichuan dug his thumb deep into his palm: "Yes, the grace of giving birth to a child is greater than heaven. In the minds of most people, parents and family come first."

The light in Pinot's eyes flickered. "Because of this answer, before Qin's father left Dengyuan, he brought Song's father to the Dengyuan Welfare Home and adopted me together. It seemed that this was like building a small family, so even if we parted ways in the future, there would always be a concern."

Wen Zichuan burst out laughing. He didn't expect that Mr. Qin Zhihan also had such an impulsive side. Since he couldn't have children, he went to adopt a child.

However, Pinot has a congenital heart disease. If he had not met Qin Zhihan and Song Xiang, who come from wealthy families, it would have been difficult for him to grow up safely.

"They raised you together, so their relationship should be better, right?"

"Nominally, we're jointly raising the child, but I grew up with Qin's father. Song's father found it difficult to accept at first, thinking it was unusual for two men to raise a child and that it would be criticized. But Qin's father saw nothing wrong with it. There's no rule, historically or now, that only women can raise children." Pinot drew two arrows pointing in opposite directions on a blank space on the paper. "I think Song's father is torn between outdated ideas that have shaped him for half his life and the love he loves so dearly that he can't let go."

"And then, did he accept you?"

"Well, Father Song gradually realized that having a child is not bad. At least he can use the excuse of caring about me to write to Father Qin, or call or send a message."

In June 1997, two-year-old Pinot left the orphanage, left Dengyuan, and followed Qin Zhihan to Nanzhu City.

She was too young at the time and had no memory of what she had seen or heard. All she could see in her dreams were flags flying all over the streets and Qin Zhihan singing softly in her ear: "The little river meanders south, flowing to the Xiangjiang River to take a look..."[1]

Many years later, Pinault learned that on that occasion, Song Xiang chased them to the fishing port, stood on the shallows across the sea from Nanzhu, and stared at it, feeling the sea breeze all night long.

"There are many auctions held in Nanzhu. I have been there several times with Qin's father. Whenever he is not busy, he will go to the beach and stay there quietly for a while."

"He loves him very much, but he is used to hiding it in his heart."

"Dad Qin said that when you're young, you have a lot of concerns. Even if you don't care about others, you still have to worry about your own face and whether you've won the fight. But when you get older, you feel that none of that matters anymore. He always taught me that if you want something, you should pursue it. There's no shame in facing your desires."

"What happened next? Did your father Qin not return to China because he was still tracking down the lost cultural relics?"

"On the one hand, it's because of this. On the other hand, he has changed his nationality in order to gain the trust of foreign collectors. The Qin family no longer has any roots in China. If he returns, he will have nowhere to go."

"...Can't they support each other and spend the rest of their lives together?"

"Dad Qin has never relied on Dad Song. Teacher Wen, can you understand? If I use the metaphor of a ship and a harbor to describe them, then Dad Qin is the more resilient, more determined, and more clear-headed one in this relationship. He is the harbor, and Dad Song is the ship."

Wen Zichuan chewed over Pinot's words and read on. The story was nearing its end.

In 2012, Song's father, who had been paralyzed for many years, passed away. Song Xiang no longer had any ties to the world, so he went abroad to meet Qin Zhihan.

After half a century, the two elderly people in their sixties can finally sit down face to face, drink tea and chat.

They looked at the white hair on each other's temples, as if everything had changed, and yet as if nothing had changed.

A few years later, Pinault completed her studies. Influenced by Qin Zhihan, she fell in love with Chinese culture, so she came to the city where her adoptive father once lived and became a working screenwriter.

Last September, Song Xiang died of a sudden myocardial infarction at the age of 66. After Qin Zhihan sent him away, he took a large amount of sleeping pills on the first seven days and died due to ineffective rescue. He was 63 years old.

Pinault kept her promise to Qin Zhihan, "Seek kindness and get it, don't be sad," without shedding a single tear, and thoughtfully held a funeral for both of her adoptive fathers. But when she got off the plane back in Dengyuan, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and her congenital heart disease suddenly flared up, forcing her to be rushed to the hospital.

"Teacher Wen, you also said that a parent's love is greater than heaven," Pinot said, tears welling in his eyes. "I hope to tell this story through a radio drama, so that their love can be recorded and passed down. This is the only thing I can do for them."

Wen Zichuan nodded. He guessed that the reason why Pinot chose a time when he was about to get off work and endured the cold without air conditioning to tell him the life stories of his two fathers was probably because he wanted to invite him to play a role in the play.

He was very interested, but he couldn't express it too directly. He couldn't just say to her, "I want to play your father."

"If there is anything I can do for you, I will agree to it." He thought for a moment and said.

"Hey, you've been listening to me for so long, are you hungry? Have something to eat," Pinot said, finally pouring out the things that had been buried for a long time. She felt much more relaxed. She opened a box of cookies and pushed it towards Wen Zichuan. "By the way, Teacher Wen, is there anyone you particularly want to work with?"

"Every dubbing teacher has his or her own style. It's hard to say who I particularly want to work with. I'd just like to try more when I have the chance." Wen Zichuan answered very carefully. With his current status, he is not yet at the stage where he can choose his co-actors.

Pinault sent him the audition script: "Try Zhihan."

Zhihan was created based on Qin Zhihan. He has a gentle and elegant temperament. He is somewhat similar to Wen Hao, but not exactly the same.

If Wen Hao is the rustling green bamboo when the frost and snow first fall, then Zhihan is the flawless jade in the wooden niche with patterned cage.

Wen Zichuan went through the words and found that it was not easy to just sort out the terms related to cultural relics. It can be seen that different fields are like different worlds. The more you want to delve deeper into the field of sound performance, the more you should learn and practice.

"Teacher Wen, who do you think is suitable for Zhao Songxiang?" Pinot asked again.

Zhao Songxiang is Song Xiang, and the one acting with Zhihan is naturally another main actor.

"Zhao Songxiang should be upright, resilient, and reserved. His voice shouldn't be too high or too thin... His pronunciation must be crystal clear, with a gentleness that evokes a continuous power... And he shouldn't be cold. He doesn't have a cold personality. He needs to naturally transition between bright confidence and deep repression..."

Wen Zichuan expressed his opinion. Since the character's setting was very clear, he placed very clear requirements on the voice actor's voice, age, and dramatic expression. Looking at Didu and Dengyuan, there weren't many suitable candidates.

Pinot bit his lower lip: "If, I mean if, what do you think of Teacher Mu Cen?"

Mu Cen?

Wen Zichuan knew that Pinot was fond of Mu Cen and admired him like a fan. However, Mu Cen's company, Guo Hua Yin Society, had no cooperation with Er Sheng, and Mu Cen was not willing to act in a danmei-themed drama.

"He doesn't seem to take on BL themes," Pinault said, his eyes twinkling. "'Rose Heart' is based on a true story, so it shouldn't count, right?"

In terms of subject matter, it all depends on the screenwriter's performance. For example, the dual-male lead script that Wei Jing sent to Wen Zichuan had a very weak emotional line, and the plot mainly focused on the two male protagonists working together to solve the case.

"As long as we grasp the limits, it should be fine. However, if Mr. Mu Cen plays the lead role, we should choose someone of equal caliber to act with him, right?"

"You are so good!"

Pinault blurted out the answer without hesitation, even expressing his concern that he might decline the role.

She was so sure that Wen Zichuan was distracted for a moment.

He had studied at the Guohuayin Society and understood how big the gap was between him and top voice actors like Mu Cen.

It is easy to understand why his colleagues praise him. His popularity has increased, and the traffic and economic benefits he has brought are also second-rate.

But what Pinault showed was that he was not supporting him out of personal gain, but was solemnly handing a role to him.

In other words, she wanted to give the most precious and beloved Song Xiang and Qin Zhihan to Mu Cen and him.

Wen Zichuan has always been humble and cautious, but when he met Pinot's expectant eyes, he felt that it would be a betrayal to her if he kept refusing.

It was almost eight o'clock and there were no other colleagues in the office, making it deserted and empty.

They first talked about the plot and then about casting. They were so engrossed that they didn't even notice someone walking over.

"Hello, long time no see."

"Why...you?!"

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The author has something to say: [1] Quoted from the lyrics and music of "Pearl of the Orient" by Luo Dayou.