I miss you so much that I spend all my limited time thinking about you...
"Hey, Fatty."
"What are you talking about? Who's fat?"
"Okay! Boss Zou, is that all right?"
"You're so polite! Tell me, you've already come to the capital, and you're just quietly posting something on your Moments? Do you take us, your old friends, lightly? Or what?"
"I'm here on a business trip. I have official business to attend to."
"Okay, okay, okay! You're the one sleeping on the bunk above me, right? How about this? Someday when you're free, I'll treat you. You can choose whatever you want to eat. Don't be so polite to me, brother."
"I'm busy all week, maybe Saturday, by the end of the week."
"Okay! I'll call you again on Friday night. Don't stand me up."
"A cooked pigeon can't fly. Your territory is guaranteed to obey you."
The fat man hummed a little tune and hung up the phone happily.
When he was in college, he was one of Cheng Sizhou's closest straight friends, but unfortunately, he met Dr. Cheng during that time and was immediately put on his son's list of bad friends by his father, who commented that he was unstable and not calm enough.
Now that they are far away from each other, his father has no control over his friendships. However, after not seeing each other for many years, the former close friends have each embarked on their own lives, and no matter how good the relationship is, it will gradually fade with the passage of time.
But having a meal is no problem. Cheng Sizhou thinks it is more appropriate for him to treat the meal himself.
As soon as Wen Zichuan arrived at the Guohua Music Society, he received a packed schedule. He worked from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., attended classes during the day, and rehearsed plays at night as course assignments. The intensity was comparable to preparing for the senior high school entrance exam.
The teaching assistant said that to ensure the quality of the class, cell phones had to be handed in during class. Although the students were a little concerned, they all complied after thinking about the 50,000 yuan they would receive.
Wen Zichuan is not a student with no basic knowledge, so Mu Cen specially designed a gradient teaching method to consciously let him take on more responsibilities.
For example, he would help Mu Cen check the students' voice and pronunciation, and play multiple roles in acting classes to act for the students.
Everyone saw how much importance was being given. Someone in the class started to make a fuss and shouted "little class monitor", and everyone started to spread the word.
At the end of the first day, Wen Zichuan returned to his room exhausted. After washing his face and tidying up, it was almost twelve o'clock.
"Knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door, but the sound was not loud.
"Who is this?" Wen Zichuan did not open the door directly. If it was a hotel waiter, he would have made an internal call in advance.
"It's me." His voice was very recognizable, and even though he lowered it deliberately, his identity could still be heard.
Wen Zichuan opened the door and was slightly surprised: "Teacher Mu Cen, why are you here?"
Mu Cen smiled politely: "Let's go in and talk?"
Wen Zichuan invited him in and saw that he was carrying that familiar thermos cup. During breaks, he helped him pour water several times, which usually contained tea or some kind of throat-clearing medicine.
The hotel room was small, so Mu Cen personally moved a chair and sat not far from him: "Can we chat for a few minutes?"
Wen Zichuan sat on the edge of the bed and nodded.
Of course there was no problem with chatting, it was just too late, and he was very tired, like a dead battery, his brain was dull and couldn't work.
"After returning from Xueqiao, I always hear people mention you." Mu Cen's tone was gentle, with a smile on the corner of his lips. He seemed to be worried that the other party was under pressure, and deliberately acted very friendly.
"Me? Apart from "Singing on the Snowy Road", I don't have any other outstanding works." Wen Zichuan said.
"You're excellent," Mu Cen looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Can you tell me why you signed up for this class?"
"On the one hand, it's because you are very professional, and on the other hand, I need to improve my level."
"But you signed the second one, didn't you?"
Wen Zichuan looked up and caught a glimpse of the coldness that flashed across Mu Cen's eyes. He didn't understand. Could it be that Guo Hua Yin She had some grudge against Second Voice? If so, why would they invite Mu Cen to star in a voice actor drama?
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mu Cen said helplessly: "Given the relationship between Anjie and Diersheng, if you go to Anjie, he will definitely teach you."
"The company does have a partnership with Mr. An, but this is my personal matter. It would be inappropriate to contact Mr. An rashly."
Mu Cen had a strong aura. Even though they were sitting opposite each other, he had a condescending air. "So, you settled for the next best thing and chose the Guo Hua Yin Society?"
"No, that's not what I meant!" Wen Zichuan didn't know why he thought that, and quickly defended himself, "Teacher Mu Cen, you and Teacher An Jie are both excellent seniors, and I really need guidance. I just happened to have some time and came here. I didn't think too much about it."
Mu Cen raised the corner of his lips and said, "It was just a joke. Since you want to learn, then study hard. I have high expectations of you."
Wen Zichuan nodded vigorously: "I will, thank you Teacher Mu Cen."
As he spoke, Mu Cen gave a few instructions about the next day's classes. Seeing that it was too late, he apologized and left the room.
"Teacher Mu Cen, I'll take you there." Wen Zichuan followed behind to see him off.
"No need to see me off," Mu Cen paused before entering the elevator. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Zichuan, have you ever thought about signing with another studio? You should have noticed that Second Sound doesn't have the ability to cultivate talent."
He was right, but unfortunately Wen Zichuan's pockets were cleaner than his face, and he really had no choice.
"I... don't have any plans in this regard for now."
"That's such a shame," Mu Cen walked into the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed before his eyes. "You're still young, you should cherish your reputation. You can't wear that kind of thing for the rest of your life..."
I couldn't hear the last few words clearly. What kind of thing was that?
Wen Zichuan was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting each other. Teacher Mu Cen's class was very good, full of practical information and humorous, but his behavior tonight was really puzzling.
He forced himself to stay sleepy and sent a message to Chen Yilan, asking what was going on with the Second Tone and Guohuayin Society. After sending the message, he fell asleep and did not see the reply until the next night.
"Second Voice is just a platform. It shares a common prosperity and loss relationship with all the studios. It's just a business transaction to make money together. What conflicts can there be? As for Teacher Mu Cen, he's a more upright person and might not accept BL-themed works." Chen Yilan added after a few minutes, "Many teachers in the industry would mind this, but don't take it to heart."
Wen Zichuan only realized after reading the news that "that kind of work" referred to BL works.
Teacher Mu Cen is relatively old, so it is normal that he cannot accept it. If the emotional line of "Hao Xue Xing Ge" was not written relatively lightly and he was not playing the protagonist, he would probably have refused to participate.
He sent these ideas to Chen Yilan, and the response he got was as he expected. When he invited actors for the second time, Mu Cen did not agree at first, but later agreed for some reason, which almost caused a misunderstanding.
Chen Yilan: "If Pinault hadn't said that his voice was the most suitable, we wouldn't have done this."
Wen Zichuan: "It seems that Pinot really likes him."
Chen Yilan: "Liking someone is one thing, and working is another. We recognize Mu Cen's professional level, but he doesn't want to play the role of a man loving another. We respect that and there's no need to force it."
Wen Zichuan: "Well, you are right."
Chen Yilan: "By the way, Teacher Wen, I haven't asked you this yet. Do you mind this?"
Wen Zichuan: "I don't mind, it's just a performance, I can tell the difference."
In the following days, Wen Zichuan was often called by Mu Cen to have special lessons.
In addition to attending classes as usual during the day, I also have to help record demos of many play excerpts at night. Sometimes I stay in the studio for four or five hours. When I am extremely tired, I can only lean on the sofa to take a nap and then get up to continue recording.
Although the feeling of fully engaging is exciting, working non-stop for five or six days has severely drained my physical and mental energy, and irregular diet has caused my stomach problems to relapse.
When he felt unwell, he would silently think of Cheng Sizhou, wondering why he didn't bother to call him even though they were in the same city.
On the sixth day, the course ended earlier than usual, but Wen Zichuan still had extra tasks. He took off his headphones and was about to drink some water before continuing when the phone rang.
"Hello, Brother Zhou." He couldn't help but smile when he saw the incoming call reminder.
"It's okay," Cheng Sizhou also smiled. "It's been almost a week. No messages, no calls. Fortunately, you haven't found a new love and forgotten me."
What new love? He spent all his few moments of rest thinking about him.
Wen Zichuan said pitifully: "Sorry, Brother Zhou, I'm too busy."
The exhaustion in his tone was so strong that it could no longer be concealed. Cheng Sizhou could hear it, but he could only suppress his heartache. "I'm taking the train back to Dengyuan tomorrow. My friend in the capital wants to have dinner with me tonight. Can you come?"
The implication was that if we couldn't see each other tonight, we'd have to go back to Dengyuan and say goodbye—how many newlyweds could go two weeks without seeing each other? It was too much torture.
Wen Zichuan was not sure whether Teacher Mu Cen would agree if he asked for some leave.
"Yes," he leaned his back against the wall and rubbed his sore shoulders and neck, "maybe a little later."
"They've made a reservation at a hot pot restaurant near your hotel. I'll send you the location. If you can spare the time, come. I'll wait for you."
"Okay, I'll try to do it before eight."
After hanging up the phone, the feeling of exhaustion subsided a lot. He immediately packed up the documents and turned off the equipment. He didn't even notice that his hand holding the mouse was trembling slightly because of nervousness and excitement - he wanted to see him so much, but he couldn't show anything.
After everything was settled, Wen Zichuan walked out of the workshop, took a few quick steps, then suddenly turned back and smoothed his hair and collar towards the mirrored wall at the door.
The dark circles under my eyes are so heavy that it makes me look a bit ugly. My hair is messy because of the headphones and I can’t smooth it out no matter how hard I try.
But time is too tight, and he has to ask for leave first. If he can get three hours, would he like to wash his hair and get a haircut?
If Teacher Mu Cen didn't agree to him leaving for so long, this would probably be the only way.
Wen Zichuan felt that Cheng Sizhou had seen him at his most embarrassed state, and he shouldn't be disgusted. But he heard that they were having dinner with his friends, and if he looked too ugly, it would be an embarrassment to Brother Zhou.
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