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Lin Jingming pressed the pause button and started thinking as he watched the image of the yak crying on the screen.
"The dubbing is kind of off." He rested his chin on his hand, thinking, "It's a bit too contrived."
"Try a female voice?" Xia Zhitang thought for a moment. "That kind of desolate and compassionate female voice?"
"How about you try it?" Lin Jingming suddenly looked at Xia Zhitang, "Imagine the scene when we were filming, and try to say the lines."
"Me? My Mandarin isn't standard." Xia Zhitang immediately rejected it. "Why don't we find another dubbing teacher?"
Lin Jingming was about to say something when he couldn't help coughing again.
"Have you had a follow-up visit? Why haven't you recovered after so long?" Xia Zhitang frowned and looked at him.
Lin Jingming took a sip of water to suppress his cough: "Go and try this version, I think you can do it."
"You shouldn't be called Lin Jingming, you should be called Lin Baopi. Is there any director who would try to pick on me like you?"
Lin Jingming looked at the angry Xia Zhitang and smiled gently: "If I were suitable, I would also go to record it myself, but I have a feeling that you are more suitable."
Xia Zhitang and Lin Jingming stared at each other for a long moment before he gave in. "I can try, but don't put all your hopes on me."
"Read it a few more times these days to get a feel for it. I'll ask someone to make an appointment at the recording studio." Lin Jingming was overjoyed to get a satisfactory answer.
"Where's your morning medicine?" Xia Zhitang suddenly asked, "Have you taken it?"
"I ate and had the nebulizer done," Lin Jingming sighed. "It's a pity that the golden bachelor is too busy and coughing. No one even makes soup for him. He has to order takeout three times a day."
As he spoke, he looked at Xia Zhitang in a pitiful manner.
"Don't look at me. I can't cook either." Xia Zhitang took out his phone. "I'll order some private dishes for you. The stew there is pretty good."
Lin Jingming narrowed his eyes and asked, "Going to eat private dishes with Gu Zian?"
Xia Zhitang smiled brightly at him. "He cooks a lot, why don't you learn from him?"
"I can be your lover, but I will never be your substitute." Lin Jingming sneered, "A person should have some individual characteristics."
"Come on, hurry up and review the film." Xia Zhitang kicked the leg of Lin Jingming's stool. "After you finish reviewing it, go home and have a rest."
"Where's my soup?"
"It's ordered, it's ordered, hurry up and review the film."
Xia Zhitang came home from work and Gu Zian was pushing the suitcase to the entrance.
"What time is the flight?"
"Four o'clock in the afternoon." Gu Zian pushed the suitcase aside. "It's time to eat."
The two sat at the dining table, eating and chatting.
"How many days will you be gone this time?"
"About a week." Gu Zian opened his schedule. "First, I'll fly to Shanghai for the endorsement shoot, then to the film and television city for the final photos. After that, I'll wait to join the crew."
He clicked on the new message that popped up on his phone: "Tang Ning is also in the same group with me. She said she plays the heroine's childhood friend."
Xia Zhitang paused as she picked up the food. The girl who made her feel uncomfortable popped up in her mind: "It seems like there has been no news for a long time since she finished filming "The Echo of the Blue Luan"."
"She said she hasn't found a suitable script, so she's just staying at home and playing and taking a break." Gu Zian replied.
"Are you still in touch?"
"She will ask you about your situation in Tibet." Gu Zian put down his phone and looked at Xia Zhitang with shining eyes.
"You rarely get along so well with girls." Xia Zhitang casually put the crispy bones that Gu Zian liked to eat into his bowl.
"She's not pretentious." Gu Zian looked at Xia Zhitang and smiled, "And she likes you too."
Xia Zhitang looked at Gu Zian and wanted to tell him not to be alone with Tang Ning in a private space. However, when he thought about himself and Lin Jingming, he swallowed the words.
People should not be too hypocritical. It would be best if they could trust each other.
Gu Zian saw Xia Zhitang's concerns and said, "I don't have that kind of feelings towards her."
"I'll fly over to see you if I'm free." Xia Zhitang calculated his schedule. "After I finish re-recording the dubbing next week, I should be able to come over to see you on the weekend."
"I still need you to supervise the dubbing?" Gu Zian was a little confused. "Why do you even have to take care of the dubbing now?"
"Lin Jingming said the current dubbing lacked some feeling and insisted that I do a trial recording."
Gu Zian thought Lin Jingming's suggestion was a good one: "Sister's voice is gentle yet a little cold and distant. It should sound good after the recording."
"My Mandarin isn't standard." Xia Zhitang gave a wry smile, "and I haven't practiced pausing."
"I'll teach you to practice tonight." Gu Zian's eyes lit up. Besides cooking, there was finally something he was slightly better at than Xia Zhitang.
"good."
Xia Zhitang put the manuscript on the shelf, and the staff was telling her some recording precautions.
She felt something was new. In the past, she had to wait outside for the dubbing teacher to start working, but now it was her turn to stand in front of the microphone.
Before the official recording session began, Lin Jingming patted Xia Zhitang on the shoulder and gave him some final advice: "Pay attention to your emotions. Imagine those days we spent in Tibet. Those times when endless inspiration surged, that feeling of vastness and helplessness."
"Lin Jingming, I'll do my best." Xia Zhitang nodded and put on the over-ear headphones.
Lin Jingming took one last look at Xia Zhitang before slowly retreating and sitting in the command room, looking at her through the soundproof glass.
The staff gave the recording instructions. Xia Zhitang took a deep breath and slowly read the script.
At the beginning, Xia Zhitang punched in some parts because of nervousness, so he stopped and started re-recording from the first few sentences.
After finishing the first round, Lin Jingming pushed the door open, took her manuscript, and began to explain to her the emotional points of each place.
Xia Zhitang kept taking notes with a pen. She found that dubbing and pictures could be combined into a new expression effect, and she gradually figured out the direction of direct combination and resonance between the two.
They recorded several more rounds, and Xia Zhitang spoke more and more fluently, but Lin Jingming always felt that something was missing.
This is more obvious in the versions provided by other dubbing artists. The expression of emotions seems to be separated by a layer. Although documentaries should be objective, they cannot deviate from the core values of the creators.
He called a break after another recording session.
"Do you have a private office?" Lin Jingming suddenly asked the studio manager, "I need some personal guidance."
"I'll lend you my lounge." The person in charge took out a bunch of keys and tossed them to Lin Jingming. "It's the innermost one on your left when you go out."
"Thanks. Wait for me for half an hour."
Lin Jingming held the manuscript in one hand and pulled Xia Zhitang with the other to open the door of the lounge, then locked the door with a "click".
"Lin Jingming, what are you doing?" Xia Zhitang's voice began to become hoarse.
"Have a mint first." Lin Jingming took out a box of mints from his pocket and stuffed it into Xia Zhitang's pocket. "I want to give you individual guidance on the recording scene."
"Why did you lock the door? Are you going to scold me and make me cry?" Xia Zhitang poured out a mint candy and put it in his mouth, then found a comfortable sofa to curl up on.
"It involves my privacy, it's not good for people to see it casually." Lin Jingming turned on the heater while coughing.
Xia Zhitang looked at him suspiciously, "I'm terrible at reading? How about giving up this plan and trying a professional female dubbing teacher?"
"It's not bad, but it lacks some natural emotional tension." Lin Jingming looked at Xia Zhitang steadily, "If you can't tell it well, then the others will be even worse."
"Let me rest for a while." Xia Zhitang fell on the sofa, holding the manuscript. "Why is recording so tiring?"
After feeling the heater start to work, Lin Jingming began to take off his clothes.
"Aren't you talking about the play? Why are you taking off your clothes?" Xia Zhitang picked up a pillow and threw it over.
Lin Jingming caught the pillow and threw it onto the sofa: "It will help you recall the difficult times we had in Tibet."
"Just say it with your mouth. Taking off clothes when you disagree with someone is a pervert." Xia Zhitang picked up a pillow and covered his chest with it.
Lin Jingming ignored her and took off his shirt.
Xia Zhitang had already covered his eyes: "I don't want to see your figure."
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Jingming flicked Xia Zhitang's forehead. "The break time is only half an hour, so hurry up and feel it."
"What are you feeling? Are you feeling your animal nature?" Xia Zhitang covered his eyes and shrank back.
"Feel the sacrifices we've made in Tibet." He pulled up Xia Zhitang's wrist and pressed it forcefully on a small scar on his left arm. "This is the scar from the scene where I encountered wild yaks while selling cattle. I was trying to get a close-up of a wild yak and got hit by a frightened one."
"Why didn't you tell me!" Xia Zhitang touched the slightly raised scar and couldn't help but put down his hand that was covering his face.
"I can handle this kind of small thing." He took her hand and slowly moved it to her right waist. "Here at the salt lake, I accidentally slipped and fell, and it was black. I had to be isolated for half a month before it went away."
He suddenly knelt on the ground, grabbed Xia Zhitang's ankles and rolled up her trouser legs.
"Here you are. You fell while climbing an iceberg and bled a lot. You were afraid of attracting wolves, so you poured disinfectant into your body without blinking." He gently kissed the gem-like scar on her white calf.
Xia Zhitang felt a burning sensation on his calf and wanted to pull back but Lin Jingming held him firmly.
She only felt Lin Jingming smile very lightly, and then he helped her straighten her trouser legs, then took her hand and kissed her knuckles: "You often find it troublesome to take off your gloves to work, and you're about to get frostbite here."
Xia Zhitang felt her heart tremble slightly. When she came to her senses and wanted to run, Lin Jingming grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm against his heaving chest.
"Hypothermia caused pneumonia. The doctor said there was a certain degree of damage." Lin Jingming looked at Xia Zhitang gently, "But I don't regret it. I don't regret making this documentary, and I don't regret saving you."
Xia Zhitang felt the warm chest under his palm, but his mind recalled the trembling body that night when he had hypothermia and could not be warmed up no matter how hard he tried, and tears suddenly fell.
"Yes, that's right." Lin Jingming's deep voice resonated slightly with the chest cavity under his palm. "You must remember the painful emotions you suppressed at that time."
He sat on the sofa and hugged Xia Zhitang in his arms.
"The emergency doctor told me that my heart stopped beating for seven seconds and they did a lot of first aid to revive me."
Lin Jingming lowered his eyes and looked at Xia Zhitang who was crying and trembling in his arms, then held her palm and pressed it against his chest.
"Lin Jingming, stop talking, I'm scared." Xia Zhitang buried her face in his arms, her tears wetting his chest.
"Xia Xia, remember this feeling, turn your emotions into a whetstone, your words into a sharp blade, and your lines into a carrier, and say it out loud." After Lin Jingming finished speaking, he lifted Xia Zhitang's face and kissed her domineeringly.
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