Cloudside Café

The planning of the Spring Cafe is steadily advancing. Jiang Ying handed in the preliminary plan. After the review, Li Zhicheng did not give too many comments. He just stopped for a long time on the image of the new role, and finally did not say anything, let Jiang Ying perfect it. Submit it to the program department as soon as possible.

Everything went well, but I encountered some twists and turns when looking for a voice actor for Jian Ying.

Mature and gentle male voices are not difficult to find, but Jiang Ying tried a few CVs and felt not satisfied enough.

Ji Han quickly searched for all the voice actors in the circle suitable for this style, Jiang Ying still shook his head and asked her to look for it again.

"Sister, how can it be done? I think Teacher Hefeng is quite suitable."

Jiang Ying thought a little, and said, "The voice is good, but it still lacks a little feeling."

Ji Han poked the desk with a pen. If Jiang Ying hadn't been nice to her, she would have felt that this was deliberately making things difficult.

Ji Han thought for a while, and said: "Do you have a favorite candidate? A big boss? Then we may not be able to invite you."

Jiang Ying leaned back on the chair, changed his posture, and denied, "No one has chosen."

Ji Han wanted to cry without tears: "Then you should no longer consider Teacher He Feng?"

He Feng is a well-known voice actor in the circle. His timbre and voice are changeable, but he is most famous for his gentle son voice.

He came to dub Jianying, which was the best choice.

Ji Han's words made Jiang Ying reflect on herself.

She seems to have turned aside. She obviously should have chosen a voice actor for Jian Ying, but now she has become a mind to find a voice similar to Yun Xian.

Sure enough, it is easy to make mistakes with personal emotions.

Jiang Ying flexed his fingers and rubbed his brow bones, and He Ji Han said, "Listen to He Feng's audio again."

As soon as Ji Han heard that there was still a scene, he quickly found the clip and clicked to play it.

He Feng recorded three lines from Jian Ying's first encounter with Su Xiao.

-"welcome."

— "Perhaps, maybe we have seen it before."

—"Your latte, be careful about it. I wish you a nice weekend."

He Feng is worthy of being a professional CV. Without background music and pictures, these three sentences restore the most essential tone. They are as clear as a spring, warm and moist as jade, and the feelings of courtesy and restraint in the heart are just right.

It's really good.

"Just decide on Teacher Hefeng." Jiang Ying decided.

"Yeah! I'll talk to the teacher right away!" Ji Han swept away his previous frustration and jumped up from the chair.

Jiang Ying realized what, and squinted her eyes to look at her: "Bringing private goods?"

Ji Han smiled shyly: "No, people just think the teacher is very suitable. I am very happy to see him being selected."

Jiang Ying smiled and waved her hand, asking her to quickly contact the actors to prepare for the official recording.

The meeting room was quiet, Jiang Ying got up and dragged the progress bar to play the audio again.

He Feng is suitable for Jian Ying, but not like Yun Xian.

After hearing so many voices, I couldn't find one that was similar.

The voice of the voice actors has been professionally trained and polished, and the timbre and intonation are almost immaculate, and every line is well grasped at the speed and weight.

Because of this, he speaks less naturally and casually than usual, and he always has to hold the microphone a little bit less in front of the microphone.

Yun Xian's voice is not so stunning, the words spoken are light and not rushing, but they will not be forgotten lightly.

Compared to He Feng, he is more like the breeze blowing over the trees in spring and the gurgling stream in the autumn forest.

Jiang Ying enjoyed the process of chatting with him. A few trivial sentences are ordinary and meaningless, but they light up a good mood for the day.

Thinking about it, Jiang Ying picked up the paper cup on the table and took a sip of coffee. She frowned in disgust.

This quick-dissolving one really can't compare to a hand-made one.

She licked her lower lip and wanted to go to the cloud again.

—

At six, Jiang Ying clocked in and got off work.

It was only April, and the weather was so hot that it didn't cool down in the evening.

Pushing open the glass door of the Yunbian Cafe as usual, the phrase "Welcome" rang along with the sound of the bell.

"Sister Jiang, you are here." Zhao Xinrou was mopping the floor when she saw her smiling and greeted sweetly.

"Yeah. There are not many guests today?" Jiang Ying sat in the old position of the bar and took off the bag that straddled him.

Su Cheng came out of the kitchen with a plate of cakes, and when she saw Jiang Ying, she asked her what she would like to drink today.

Jiang Ying fanned the wind with her hand and asked Su Cheng, "Is there any cooler, it's so hot to me."

"Give you a glass of white peach sparkling water?"

"Row."

This month, Jiang Ying became a regular customer of Yunbian Cafe.

Yun Xian is not always in the store. When he meets him, Jiang Ying sits at the bar and admires the busy boss Yun, occasionally chatting. Order a cup of coffee and sit for a while, which is a short relaxing moment after get off work.

There is no new progress with Yunxian, but he is familiar with the two clerk in the store.

Su Cheng is the 22nd of this year and is the dessert chef in the shop. Keeping a neat inch, always wearing black clothes, he looks like a stubborn, bad boy, but the delicate cakes in the cupboard are all made by him.

Yun Xianai called him the little master, and Jiang Ying joked that he was a fierce tiger sniffing the rose.

Zhao Xinrou is a junior student of English major in Xicheng University. She works part-time in a coffee shop and will come to the shop to help if he has no class. When there are not many customers in the store, you can always see her with earphones carrying English words in her mouth.

Su Cheng has quick hands and feet, and in a short while, a glass of ice drink is finished. The white peach pulp is on the bottom of the cup, the sparkling water is bubbling with small bubbles, and it is decorated with a leaf of mint.

"Thank you." Jiang greeted him and drank half a cup in one sip.

The cold liquid was poured down, and the sultry and thirst were relieved, and my mood was much better.

The glass door was pushed open again, and Jiang Ying tilted his head to look at the sound of the bells. The woman standing at the door has long hair slightly curly, delicate makeup, a black suspender skirt lined with skinny, and she can smell the light perfume scent when she walks towards her.

Jiang Ying knows her, Wendy, a beautiful photographer in the studio downstairs.

Wendy walked to the front desk, looked around, and asked naturally, "Boss Yun isn't there?"

Zhao Xinrou smiled back: "Yes, what would you like to drink?"

The disappointed expression of the beauty is beyond words: "Then pack me a glass of ice American."

Jiang Ying sat aside and drank soda in silence. After Wendy left the store with the packed paper bag, he pretended to ask casually, "Boss Yun isn't there today?"

Zhao Xinrou wiped the table and returned to her: "Well, Brother Xian went to the hospital today."

Jiang Ying's heart tightened: "Is he sick?"

Zhao Xinrou: "No, it seems to be his friend. Today the boss answered the phone and left."

"Oh, that's it." Jiang Ying stirred the pulp in the cup with a straw, and sighed with relief.

Just then the phone rang, and seeing the note named Mentally Handicapped Boss, Jiang Ying quickly picked up and answered: "Hey, Boss."

"Got off work or not?"

"It's off work, what's the matter?"

Li Zhicheng's voice sounded hoarse and weak, and lost his usual anger: "I have to take a few days off. You and Fang Yu will decide if you have anything to do. You will find time to report to me every day after get off work."

"Okay," Jiang Ying hesitated, remembering that Li Zhicheng hadn't come today, and he asked again: "Boss, are you... ill?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and there was an "um".

Jiang Ying was still thinking about what to say next, so Li Zhicheng spoke first: "Stomach disease, minor problem."

"Ah, then you have to take a good rest."

As soon as he felt sorry for him, Jiang Ying heard Li Zhicheng say in a weak but cold voice: "My mobile phone is connected to the company's monitoring, and I supervise you in real time. Go to work and don't be lazy."

"......it is good."

Li Zhicheng is poisonous, serious, and demanding. It is even more terrifying to start a fire, but as long as it is not the death week before the update, he is still very good to the employees on weekdays.

Considering that he is a single man with no one to take care of, this time is a good time to flatter and show courtesy. Jiang Ying said softly and asked softly, "Boss, which hospital are you in?"

The other party didn't buy it: "What are you doing? Come and see how your boss is dying and then feel refreshed in my heart?"

Jiang Ying laughed a few times: "No, I just want to visit you on behalf of my colleagues in the company."

There was a cold snort in the receiver: "The 16th floor of the People's Hospital. When you come, don't bring flowers or fruits. Pack me a porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. I will be reimbursed."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Ying hung up the phone, picked up her bag, and waved goodbye to Su Cheng and Zhao Xinrou: "I'm leaving now."

—

In Ward A76 on the 16th floor of the People's Hospital, Li Zhicheng was lying lazily on the bed in a striped medical gown. His hair was black and thick, and his face was paler.

"Stop eating?"

The lunch boxes on the table were still full, obviously not moving a few mouthfuls.

"I feel bitter in my mouth. You still give me some porridge, can't you just eat more?" Li Zhicheng lay on his side and played with his mobile phone, getting angry with the young master.

Yun Xian looked at him with his arms folded, and felt like raising a rebellious son.

"If you feel uncomfortable now, don't drink the wine last night."

After poking at the sad thing again, Li Zhicheng pulled the quilt over his head and unilaterally cut off the call.

Yun Xian packed up his lunchboxes while scolding him: "At first Zhou Yi was going abroad, you used wine to relieve your sorrows. Now that people come back, you are still drinking. You actually echoed it from end to end."

There was a muffled voice in the quilt: "Who said that? I'm in a bad mood and drink small wines?"

Yun Xian stretched out his arm and pulled off his quilt: "Little wine? Brother, you drank a catty of white wine on an empty stomach. Is it a trivial thing for you to have a stomach piercing?"

Li Zhicheng is a man of seven feet, able to bend and stretch: "Xianxian, good Xianxian, go back soon, Tata is still waiting for you to feed."

Yun Xian shook his head helplessly and tucked the quilt for him: "Then I'm leaving, call me if I have something to do at night."

"Okay." Li Zhicheng pursed his lips and blew a kiss to him. Yunxian's goose bumps were so numb that Yunxian scolded him twice.

Tu Tu is the orange cat raised by Li Zhicheng, which means that a pile of banknotes will get rich soon.

He slept with a hangover until noon, and was awakened by a stomachache. Yun Xian sent him to the hospital to find out that it was a stomach piercing. After a day of tossing, the poor little master was not fed.

Yun Xian sighed when he came out of the ward. How come every time Li Zhicheng and Zhou Yi toss, he is the one who suffers in the end?

He was thinking about how to reveal the news of Li Zhicheng's hospitalization to Zhou Yi naturally and without a trace, when he heard someone calling him in front of him.

"Boss Yun!"

With surprise, the voice sounded abruptly in the quiet corridor.

The hospital should not be making noise, perhaps because he realized that his volume was too high, Jiang Ying hurriedly covered his mouth and walked towards him quickly.

Just about to ask him how he was in the hospital, I remembered that Zhao Xinrou was in the store. Today, he came to visit his friends.

The words in my heart circled around and turned into a sentence: "What a coincidence."

Yun Xian nodded and asked, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ying raised the bag in his hand: "Look at my boss, he is sick."

Hearing that, Yun Xian's gaze fell on the packaging bag in her hand, and the right eyebrow was raised lightly.

Thinking of Li Zhicheng's intimidation in the ward, Yun Xian twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't forget to squeeze employees."

Jiang Ying didn't hear clearly, and asked him, "What did you say?"

Yun Xian shook his head: "It's nothing, go quickly, I'll leave first."

"Oh, good. Goodbye."

"See you."

Farewell to Yunxian, Jiang Ying found the ward, gently opened the door, and saw Li Zhicheng on the innermost bed.

"boss."

Li Zhicheng saw her at this time as if he had met relatives. For the first time, he said in an extremely enthusiastic voice: "You are here!"

"The porridge is still hot, drink it soon." Jiang Ying set up the small table. In addition to the porridge, she also ordered a custard bag. As soon as she opened the lid, the fragrance came out. Li Zhicheng, who had not eaten much for a day, could smell it. Feel satisfied.

He just picked up a spoon and took a sip of porridge to his mouth. The phone screen turned on and a new WeChat message came.

Li Zhicheng glanced, shaking his hand, the spoon fell off and fell into the bowl.

[See the mountain: Is the preserved egg and lean meat porridge delicious? 】

Jiang Ying saw that Li Zhicheng looked left and right with trepidation and looked up and down, and asked incomprehensibly: "Boss, what's the matter?"

Li Zhicheng came over slightly and asked her: "Who did you meet on the road just now?"

Jiang Ying was a little dazed, and shook his head: "No one."

That's really weird!

Li Zhicheng lifted the quilt and grabbed his mobile phone and typed.

[Sincere: Where did you install surveillance? ! 】

[See the mountain: In your mind, I asked the doctor to implant a chip for you while you were in a coma. 】

【sincere:? 】

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, Li Zhicheng really feels a dull pain in his brain.

Seeing him holding his head, Jiang Ying asked with concern: "Boss, do you have a headache? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No. Xiao Jiang, take the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I suddenly lose my appetite."

"Oh, okay, then eat later when you are hungry,"

The phone screen lights up again.

[See the mountain: I happened to meet Jiang Ying, let her buy the porridge. 】

[See the mountain: Eat less, just taste two bites to relieve your greed. 】

Li Zhicheng was speechless in his heart, and sent Yun Xian an emoticon pack of a villain shaking his fist.

[Sincere: You are so scared that I almost went to have a craniotomy! 】

On the other side of the screen, Yun Xian chuckled lightly and cursed "Er Lengzi" in a low voice.

The suspense science fiction drama ended, Li Zhicheng waved his hand, like a king sitting in the court, pointing Jiangshan: "Xiao Jiang, bring the porridge, I want to eat it again."

Jiang Ying, who had just collected the table, looked at Li Zhicheng with a pursed lips, his expression was difficult to express.

On the way back, Jiang Ying clicked on WeChat and blocked his boss and colleagues to send a circle of friends.

[The boss is sick and his brain is broken.

I was deeply shocked, it turns out that he also has a brain. 】

Ten minutes later, Yun Xian gave this circle of friends a thumbs up.