Pat Me Please

The so-called "canteen" in Tianyin Building is actually several booths similar to coffee shops. There is a window of Chinese and Western dishes on the opposite side, and of course there is a buffet. The environment and price are much higher than ordinary canteens.

Peng Yuzhi and Su Chang found a quiet corner to sit down, Peng Yuzhi went to order pasta, Su Chang only wanted a glass of water.

Oh, it turned out that she didn't want to eat, she was just lonely.

Hahahaha, the word loneliness is used on Su Chang, and it does not match.

While chatting casually, Su Chang looked up and saw a Japanese-style window, Xiang Ban looked up at the menu, and Yu Zhou next to him looked down at the exquisite food models in the window.

She has always been like this, always being tricked by the model to buy some flavors that she doesn't eat at all, and then exchange it with Su Chang.

But she was very keen on these windows with models, and even a few years after graduation, she took Su Chang to her school cafeteria, and specially ordered meals there.

Then after ordering the extremely unpalatable curry pork chop rice for the third time, I asked for the third time: "Why is this sour?"

Su Chang handed over his meal very consciously.

Yu Zhou forgot that it was the third time she clicked. If they were still together, maybe she would click the fourth or fifth time.

Sometimes Yu Zhou deliberately goes to the cafeteria early to sit and wait for Su to sing, and then watches her come up from the corner of the stairs, sweeps her cold eyes, and then focuses on Yu Zhou.

Then Yu Zhou waved happily to her and said, "Senior sister, here."

The older senior sister Su Chang frowned, but walked over with a smile.

Such a senior is usually a man of influence in the school, and she is too satisfied with the vanity of the second girl in the boat. Because when she was in school, she never fell in love with a man of the hour.

But she is not really a showy person. If she is really photographed and put on the Internet, and many people watch or point fingers, she will be so nervous that she can't sleep all night.

Yu Zhou is a secondary school girl who acts as a little hero only within the safe range.

"Wanwan! Porridge! Here!" Peng Houzhi's cry brought Su Chang back to his senses, and she saw Yu Zhou and Xiang Wan walking towards her.

The little girl sitting in the cafeteria has grown up, and there is a younger girl beside her, wearing her clothes when she was young, enjoying her care.

She knew that she was carrying Xiang Wan's schoolbag, and when she walked over, she would tell Xiang Wan beside her: "If the model is not credible, you still have to choose according to your previous taste."

Holding the warm glass with both hands, Su Chang smiled and nodded at them.

"Teacher Su, Director Peng." Yu Zhou hesitated a little, but still sat down generously across from him, holding Xiang Wan's meal card in his hand.

"Why do you also call others Teacher Su?" Peng Yanzhi laughed at her.

Yu Zhou put the rice card on the table and tapped lightly, and said to Peng Houzhi, "That's what they call it."

"I watched the interviews with some of the students in the training class. Teacher Su is very popular," Yu Zhou said.

"Will you watch that?" Su Chang said suddenly.

"Well, I'll watch a little bit."

Su Chang's breathing was chaotic for a second, and then calmed down again. Because she wanted to ask, she didn't seem to pay attention to these things before, but she also felt that, after all, there were four people present, so she rashly brought up the past because she was worried that Yu Zhou would feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Su Chang didn't speak, Peng Houzhi asked Yu Zhou again, "Why are you here for dinner today?"

"My mother is going back, and she said she was going to get together with her little sisters in Jiangcheng before going back, so I won't cook tonight, I just want to come to Xiang Wan, let's eat here together, and feel this rumor It's a delicious canteen, haha." Yu Zhou said.

She took another look at Xiang Wan. After that night, she was still a little embarrassed for the first day or two. Even thinking about Xiang Wan at home, she had to put on her underwear.

But Xiang Wan was as usual, frank and frank, and she thought it was ridiculous to be suspicious, so she didn't think about it again.

"By the way, you came just in time," Peng Yuzhi said, "Our first season of the radio drama has been finalized. I'll send you the trailer later. Listen, I think it's pretty good."

"Really?" Yu Zhou was very happy.

Glad eyes met Su Chang who was opposite, seeing her happy, Su Chang also smiled, buried his head and took a sip of water.

After eating, Yu Zhou lay down on the bed early and listened to the preview of "The Shrine".

The majestic sound effects slowly opened the curtain. First, a few gods and ghosts were in chaos, thousands of monsters were fighting, and the chaotic realm of desire and desire, and then the Buddhist altar came and put everything in order. The sound of the long flute seems to be a fascinating fog, and finally focuses on a drop of water.

The water droplets landed with a "ding", and Shen Bai's lines came.

Yu Zhou played it once and then again.

Then she put on her slippers, ran to Xiang Wan's room, sat on the bed, placed the phone between the two of them, and put it on again.

"The original work of the Eight Imperial Envoys, jointly produced by Zhier app and sc studio, the urban supernatural lily radio drama, "Sacred Altar", the first season, August 27th, so stay tuned."

Yu Zhou's hands were trembling with excitement, and she said to Xiang Wan, "Wan Wan, did you hear that?"

"It's a radio play."

Turn text into sound, build scenes with sound effects, pull fantasy from the brain into the ears, and make affection from the implicit fingers into the mouth.

The narration of the characters, the pause of the tone, the in and out of the music, and the adjustment of the rhythm seem to make her story come alive.

It is different from listening to other radio dramas, and different from listening to all radio dramas. This is her story, which makes her heart beat.

"Xiang Wan, this is a radio drama." She repeated it again, this time in a slightly lower voice.

Xiang Wan looked at her, this nagging girl was facing the sky at the moment, her long black hair was tucked behind her ears, she usually talked a lot, she could repeat a sentence over and over again, and even fooled people so much that they couldn't find it.

But at this moment, she was sitting cross-legged in front of her in her pajamas, and she only said a few words to the audio on the phone.

—So this is a radio drama.

She lowered her head happily, listened to it again, dragged the progress bar to the trailer, played it again, suddenly raised her head, and asked Xiang Ban: "Sc studio, what is it?"

Xiang Wan shook his head.

"Oh, I forgot you don't understand English."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly thought that this should not be English, but pinyin.

sc... Su sings.

Su Chang's studio? When did she have a studio?

No, she should have thought about it a long time ago, the original lineup and production have become like this, there must be additional investment from investors, if it is not holding the ear, it is...

She propped her chin up, remembering the few exchanges she had with Su Chang about her work, and she had asked herself why she was a free agent, didn't sign a company, and didn't set up a studio of her own.

Su Chang said it was not necessary, because she only likes dubbing, she doesn't need a studio to make dramas, and she doesn't like investing.

Yu Zhou had mixed feelings in his heart.

Back in my room, I remembered that when we met in the afternoon, I was happy because of this, and Su Chang smiled faintly on the other side. Yu Zhou picked up his phone and found Su Chang from his WeChat contacts.

I typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, and the last thing I sent was: "I heard the preview, I really like it."

Fifteen minutes later, Su Chang came back: "Just like it."

As long as you like it, these four words are very subtle. Usually it is used when giving someone a gift, and you will say thank you and like it very much, and then you will reply - as long as you like it.

So the words Su sang seemed to contain a point that this radio drama was produced by her.

Yu Zhou had nothing to say, and was about to put away his phone when Su Chang sent a picture.

It was a milk cat, squatting in her house, she touched the head of the milk cat with her hand, and took a picture with a little blur.

"This is your cat?" Yu Zhou was curious.

"The stray cat I picked up downstairs doesn't eat cat food."

Yu Zhou sent her a voice message: "It's so small, it can't eat cat food, you can see if there is cat milk powder in the pet store, wash it and feed it to it, first see if it licks it, if it doesn't eat it, try it Feed the needle in."

"Can you do it? If not, let your aunt do it. Don't toss it or touch it. The kitten will be stressed in a new environment. It's best to leave it alone and let it get used to it."

Su Chang's voice came over: "I won't toss it."

"Don't take a bath either," Yu Zhou said, "Such a small cat must not be bathed. You like to be clean, but remember that no matter how dirty it is, you can't wash it."

"good."

Yu Zhou thought for a while, and there was nothing to tell him, and then he heard Su sing and ask, "What is it called a cat?"

"What?"

"Its flower color is white and black, what kind of cat is it?"

"What breed? This is a native cat. Chinese pastoral cat."

"Then I think its breed is a cow cat."

Yu Zhou smiled: "Is there any reason to think so?"

"Um."

Crazy, Yu Zhou didn't like to chat with her anymore, so he replied: "I'm asleep, you should pay attention to observe."

"OK, good night."

It's so funny, she put the mobile phone on her chest, Su Chang used to be a cat owner, and it's no wonder she didn't go crazy if the cat's hair got on her expensive clothes.

Oh, it should be the clerk who is doing her laundry.

A person with a monthly salary of 3,000 shouldn't worry about this, offended, Yu Zhou smiled and went to the bathroom in his slippers.