Yun Shuning felt deeply grateful. Fortunately, she had gotten used to adjusting her state before going out. If she walked out of the apartment with a happy face, she would probably have no future.
It doesn’t matter whether Su Muqing knows about the lie she told or not. What matters is that she must maintain her own personality and must not make any mistakes in front of this great actor.
She controlled the expression on her face so that her surprise would not seem too abrupt.
Su Muqing actually moved next door to her? This was simply a joke.
She originally thought that the two would never meet again. It seemed like they were from two different worlds.
She really couldn't figure out what he meant, unless... he really liked her voice as he said that day.
She calmly closed the door and spoke softly in a voice similar to that used during the live broadcast: "What a coincidence. I hope you will be happy living here."
As she spoke, she looked directly at Su Muqing, with no emotion visible in her eyes, as if she was just following social rules, but she had quietly raised her attention level to the highest level.
Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, the expression on his face relaxed and his eyes became brighter.
People’s acting skills may be able to deceive people, but the probability of micro-expressions deceiving people is much smaller.
At this point, she had to believe that Su Muqing seemed to really be her fan, although she didn't think he was very sincere.
When Su Muqing heard her voice, the smile on his face became more genuine, and even the irritability caused by insomnia yesterday gradually dissipated under her voice.
"I really should go buy a lottery ticket today." He showed his surprise without hiding it, and his whole body seemed to be bubbling with happiness. "How could it be such a coincidence that my favorite person lives next door to me."
When he said the last few words, he shyly looked away and touched the back of his head with his left hand helplessly, like a fan who accidentally met his idol.
Yun Shuning held back the complaints in her heart: His acting skills are so good, it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't enter the entertainment industry.
"Thank you so much for your love." She raised her head and looked at him seriously, as if she was looking at a willful child, her voice calm, "But the one who deserves your love the most is always yourself."
She skillfully turned this love into the surprise that fans feel after seeing their idol.
"You must be very busy since you just moved into your new home. I won't bother you anymore." She nodded slightly at him, turned around and wanted to leave.
"Shushu!" Su Muqing looked at her movements and quickly said, "I went to look at houses too early today and didn't have time to have breakfast. You live here, so you should know what delicious food there is, right?"
This really stumped her. Although she went out to eat every day a while ago, because it was mealtime, she only went to places where the food was not very delicious but there were few customers and there were empty seats.
Yun Shuning stopped walking, with some helplessness in her voice: "I'm sorry, the ones I often eat at may not suit your taste."
"It's okay." Su Muqing followed her in big strides, as if he didn't notice her refusal at all. "As a fan, I really look forward to trying what my idol likes to eat."
Yun Shuning felt a figure approaching him from the side, and felt confused.
Does this person have to rely on her?
She really didn't want to have breakfast with him at all. Her stomach was already bad enough, and if she had to eat with him, she would get an ulcer.
Even though she was very reluctant in her heart, her expression was still calm and indifferent. She spoke softly with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "If you don't mind, I can give you the names of those restaurants."
Let her struggle a little longer.
"Okay, let's talk while we walk." Su Muqing followed her very familiarly, not at all aware that they were not familiar with each other.
After Yun Shuning realized that she couldn't refuse her, she resisted the urge to greet her and began to think about how she would react to such a thing based on her current personality.
She is still under the shadow of He Yan's disappearance. She forces herself to cheer up and pretend that she is doing well in front of those who care about her, but in private, she should be empty and seems to care about nothing.
She is learning to be strong and learning to smile like a normal person.
Therefore, when facing a very outgoing person like Su Muqing, what she had to do was to keep a distance from him. She would respond to his every word, but she would not take it to heart.
Simply put, it is a more advanced form of ignoring.
Thinking of this, her tense heart slowly relaxed, and she naturally and calmly came to the breakfast shop that she thought had the worst food.
Didn't he want to have dinner with her? Then let's see if he can eat it.
While walking, Su Muqing noticed that she was immersed in her own world, so he did not speak, but kept observing her out of the corner of his eye.
During this journey, Yun Shuning looked very calm and relaxed, but if you observe her carefully, you can find that this calmness is too superficial, as if she wants to pretend to the whole world that she is fine.
But there is an lingering sadness.
Perhaps, the image of her alone that time in the park was her true self.
Soon, the two arrived at the door of the restaurant. Su Muqing looked at the decoration inside the store and frowned slightly. This store looks so small. Is the food here really delicious?
Although he had some doubts in his heart, he still ordered the same breakfast as Yun Shuning.
There weren't many people in the store, and soon the waiter brought the wontons for two people.
Su Muqing followed the local custom and picked up the coriander on the table, naturally wanting to put it into the bowl of the person opposite him.
Yun Shuning gently placed her hand over the bowl, her voice calm but with a hint of dislike for coriander: "Sorry, I don't eat coriander."
Su Muqing paused for a moment, then transferred the coriander to his own bowl.
"So Shushu doesn't like coriander. I'll remember that." He replied with a smile, but his heart was full of doubts.
The information in his hand recorded some of Yun Shuning's simple preferences. It clearly stated that she loved coriander very much. Why now...
He lowered his head and casually ate a wonton while thinking.
...It tastes so bad.
Su Muqing picked up the water cup beside him and drank it all, then forced the wonton into his mouth.
The wontons are handmade by the owner. The skin is very thick, the filling is very little and has no taste. It feels like eating dry, uncooked noodles when you put them in your mouth.
He looked at the person who ate the wontons with an expressionless face, with a confused look on his face. Doesn’t Yun Shuning have a sense of taste?
If Yun Shuning knew what he was thinking, she would definitely tell him that she had eaten things that were even more disgusting than this, and as long as it could fill her stomach, she could eat it.
The portion of a bowl of wontons was not large, and even though Yun Shuning ate slowly, he finished it in no time.
She raised her head, looked at Su Muqing's bowl, which he had barely touched, and nodded slightly: "Take your time, I'll go ahead."
Because the bowl of wontons was so destructive, he forgot to keep Yun Shuning for a moment.
Looking at the person who was no longer visible, he turned around and asked seriously, "Does the girl who was with me just now often eat here?"
He suddenly began to wonder if she disliked him and that was why she brought him here to eat.
"You mean Miss Yun?" The waiter saw his handsome appearance and answered all his questions. "That's right, she often comes to eat here. If we didn't have such a regular customer, our restaurant would be almost out of business."
"Oh, I see." For some reason, when he heard the waiter's answer, he suddenly felt a little annoyed.
Is Yun Shuning stupid? Nothing in this world is more important than one's own body. Is it fun for her to ruin herself like this?
It would be bad enough to ruin myself, but what if I hurt her vocal cords and made her voice no longer sound so beautiful?
Where could he find another tool with the same voice as hers?
He knew from a young age how important a healthy body was to him, which is why he lived such a healthy life in his early twenties.
When he first suffered from insomnia, he saw all kinds of psychologists and neurologists, but found that none of them worked. After a rigorous examination, he finally decided to take medicine to help him sleep.
Even so, he carefully controlled the intake of sleeping pills to keep it at a level that would cause minimal harm to his body.
As such, he particularly dislikes people who don't take care of their bodies.
Su Muqing thought as he strolled back to the apartment.
Looking at the closed apartment door across from him, he shrugged and turned to enter his 'new home'.
On the other side, Yun Shuning sat on the sofa and began to think about the possibility of moving.
She can move, but so can Su Muqing.
She knew that power could do a lot of things, but just knowing her address was nothing.
Then she could only go out less often and try to avoid Su Muqing as much as possible. He wouldn't be like a dog-skin plaster and come to her house every day, right?
It shouldn’t be…right?
Anyway, she is a homebody, so let's just leave it this way for now, and stay constant in the face of ever-changing circumstances.
After staying on the sofa for a while, it was time for her daily live broadcast.
She walked to the desk, skillfully arranged everything, and then turned on the live broadcast.
"Shushu, you're finally here. The flowers the child has been waiting for are about to wither."
"I sent you a little red flower, Shushu, life without you is so hard."
"I suffered from insomnia again yesterday, luckily Shushu's live broadcast helped me survive today."
"Wow, Shushu, I haven't started to sleep yet. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't sleep. The child misses you so much."
…
There were patches of little red flowers floating across the barrage, as well as several comments saying that people did not sleep well last night.
"I'm just a simple calligraphy anchor. How can I be as useful as you say?" Yun Shuning looked at the comments floating on his phone and said helplessly, "If your insomnia is too severe, you should go to the hospital to see a doctor. If your insomnia is not very serious, you can try listening to white noise, counting sheep, or drinking a glass of milk before going to bed."
"I'm really not as useful as you say. How is it possible that I can do something that even doctors can't do with just a few words?" Her voice was light and soft, without any aggression. Even the questions were gentle, which made people calm down after hearing them.
"Shushu, as a person suffering from severe insomnia, I have already tried everything you said, but it didn't work. Insomnia pills have little effect on me now, but as long as I can hear your voice, I will sleep well."
"Me too. I have mild neurasthenia. I can't hear any noise when I sleep at night. Every time there is a little noise upstairs, I will have insomnia for the whole night. But after listening to Shushu talking, although I am still a little sensitive to noise, it has improved a lot."
"I've also tried watching those hypnosis videos on the Internet, but they're of no use at all. Only Shushu can save me."
…
In today's fast-paced society, everyone has their own stress, and whenever you are alone in the dead of night, this stress will come out uncontrollably.
Therefore, many people suffer from insomnia. Some people toss and turn in bed and cannot fall asleep, while others wake up in the middle of the night and find it difficult to fall asleep again.
That's why they are so fanatical and obsessed with Yun Shuning. If someone can make them fall asleep with just a few words, they will praise her to the sky.
People who don’t suffer from insomnia will never know how important a good sleep is to them.
Yun Shuning frowned slightly as he watched so many people complain about their stress and lament about their bodies.
If her voice is really like what they say, then...
"How about I broadcast live for half an hour every night, telling stories and reading books." She considered her words and her voice was rarely serious. "Let me tell you in advance that my voice may not be as effective as you say, so this is just an experiment. If you really need it, I'll try it tonight."
"However, if you have severe insomnia, it is better to go to the hospital to see a doctor as soon as possible."
For a moment, the barrage was like the New Year, with countless little red flowers falling down.
Don’t ask why there are only little red flowers, because if they only give little red flowers, their daily gift quota will be exceeded.
"Sorry, the gift you sent exceeds the limit set by the host. Please choose a new gift~~"
Su Muqing looked at the enchanting wavy line behind the prompt and felt an inexplicable mockery.
He, an heir to a wealthy family worth tens of billions, just wanted to give a gift, but he couldn't give it away? ? ?
He reopened the gift interface, selected a small red flower that cost one dollar with a sad face, and gave it away humbly.
"S·mq sent a little red flower."
After Yun Shuning finished his live broadcast, he called Xu Zheng with a cold expression and said, "I want to acquire Jinli Live. You must buy it for me no matter how much it costs."
Xu Zheng: “…”
He is so unlucky to have such a boss.
…
Because she decided to do a live broadcast in the evening, Yun Shuning took a look at her balance and ordered a microphone from the Internet in the same city, the kind used for broadcasters and hosts, which could better capture her voice.
The evening live broadcast is mainly about storytelling, so it is necessary to better bring out the characteristics of her own voice.
She needs to maximize her strengths and make herself irreplaceable.
The express delivery in the same city arrived very quickly, around seven o'clock in the evening.
She made a simple dinner with the food she ordered online, and started debugging the equipment after eating.
When everything was almost ready, it was time she and her fans had agreed upon - ten o'clock.
She sighed, and after opening the live broadcast room, she immediately closed the gift and comment channels in the live broadcast room.
Originally, the fans wanted to send some gifts to express their excitement, but they couldn’t open the gift interface no matter how hard they tried.
With a puzzled look on their faces, they wanted to post a barrage to ask what was going on, but then they found out that they couldn't post a barrage either.
They are now like a dumb person, with a lot to say but unable to utter a word, and their chest hurts from holding it in.
"Okay, you don't have to try. I've turned off the gifts and barrage now." Yun Shuning seemed to be able to see their depressed faces and said softly, "We agreed that it's sleep time now. Now everyone put down your phones. We're about to start."
The microphone's reception made her voice sound clearer than before. Originally, this kind of equipment without an added sound card would amplify the shortcomings in the host's voice, such as vibrato, lack of breath, etc.
But the host's voice was not affected at all, it was still as soft and calm. Even though her voice sounded light, it did not sound like she was lacking in strength.
At first, the fans felt uncomfortable not being able to send gifts or comment, but when they heard the host speak, the discomfort and boredom in their hearts gradually dissipated.
In the camera of the live broadcast room, there is a book with pictures. Three words "The Little Prince" are written on the cover. A slender hand gently opens the first page.
"When I was only six years old..."
Listening to the sounds coming from the phone, they yawned unconsciously, and then their consciousness slowly fell into sleep.
As long as you have money, it's easy to decorate a new home.
Su Muqing lay on the familiar bed, listening to Yun Shuning's voice on the familiar speakers.
He was a person who had very high requirements for the rest environment. Every time he moved to a new environment, he would not be able to sleep all night, even if he took medicine, so he particularly hated moving.
He has lived in that villa ever since he was able to take control of his own life, and he continues to do so to this day.
Compared with his villa, this apartment seemed particularly small and cramped, and he was not used to many things. If it were not for Yun Shuning, he might never have the chance to live in such a place in his life.
He originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep even if he listened to Yun Shuning's live broadcast, but he slowly closed his eyes as he listened to the gentle voice coming from the speakers.
…
Gao Jiangping is one of the persons in charge of the radio drama "Qiming Chaoge". His responsibility is to find suitable voice actors.
The novel "Qiming Chaoge" was extremely popular at that time and had many fans. Every time there was a vote for copyright adaptation, this book was far higher than other books.
What’s more, it’s not just the hero and heroine in this book that are popular, because the author has a very strong control over the characters. Every supporting character in the book has his or her own story and characteristics, and even characters that only appear a few times in the book have many supporters.
Because this IP is so big, the company plans to prepare a radio drama first to test the waters. On the one hand, fans are more tolerant of radio dramas, and on the other hand, if it is done well, it will also be a good warm-up for the film and television adaptation of this book.
Now the company attaches great importance to this radio drama. After discussion, they gave them enough funds so that they can make this radio drama well no matter what.
The more money he was given, the more panicked he felt. He knew how stingy the company was. This time, so much money was spent. If he didn't do well, he would probably...
Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly.
Because he has the least experience, he can only take on the parts that other persons in charge don't want, which is also the most difficult and troublesome part, selecting voice actors, or voice actors.
Because every character in the book is very important, he took great pains to gather the voice actors for the main characters. Now the recording process has entered the process, but he doesn't feel relaxed at all.
Because there is a character in the book who appears very rarely but has a large number of fans, and he really can't find a suitable voice actor.
She is the saint of the previous dynasty. In the book, the author uses a large amount of space to describe the saint's appearance and ethereal and clear voice.
It was this kind of voice that Gao Jiangping listened to countless voice actors' audios but couldn't find anyone who matched him.
Sometimes it is easy for an author to write, but it is very difficult to find a person who is similar to what the author describes, even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
If it really doesn't work, he can only find someone similar, but the Saint has many fans, and fans of other characters in the book also have a good impression of the Saint. If the person he finds does not meet their expectations, the promotion of this radio drama will definitely be hindered.
He knows very well how crazy the fans of big IPs are.
Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly: It is really difficult for him to be the person in charge.
Maybe after finishing this, he can pack up and go home.
Gao Qingping held the sleep-promoting oral medicine he bought for his wife and tiredly pressed the fingerprint unlock on the door.
He felt that he should take the oral medicine today, otherwise he would suffer from insomnia like his wife.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening. He looked at the closed door of the bedroom and walked in quietly.
"What are you doing?" As soon as he entered the room, he saw his wife holding her cell phone with a pious look on her face, almost kowtowed three times and nine times.
"Shh." Qiao Ling glanced at him viciously and pointed at the wireless earphones on his ears. "I'm listening to the live broadcast."
"What live broadcast? I want to listen too." He sat next to her intimately, casually took off a pair of headphones and put them on his ears.
As soon as he put it on, he heard a voice that seemed to come from the sky.
For a moment, the worries and sorrows suppressed in his heart slowly dissipated.
Immersed in the host's voice, he didn't notice the death stare directed at him from the side.
"Have you heard enough? Come back now." Qiao Ling took the earphones off his ears expressionlessly. "I can only fall asleep to the sound of Shushu's voice recently. Go wherever you want."
Gao Jiangping sat there blankly, ignoring her words.
He now had only one thought in his mind - he had found the saint's voice.
After a while, he reacted and looked at the person next to him with an enthusiastic look: "Dear, what is the name of this anchor and how can I contact her?"
"Forget it, I'll do it myself." He picked up the phone from Qiao Ling's hand and prepared to send a few more gifts to get the host to notice him.
As soon as he picked up the phone, he looked confused: "Is this anchor so unpopular? Why is there no one giving gifts, not even a comment."
Then, he clicked on the place to send gifts, but he couldn’t click it no matter how hard he tried, and the same went for the barrage.
???
Is it the phone card?
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