Chapter 152: 【end】

He once said to Shen Yan half-jokingly that the diaries in the bookcase have been accumulated year by year, and there is a taste of blessing ceremony-every time you put a book, the road in front of them seems to be going smoother and smoother, and the days will also be Cross over is better.
Of course, this is just an optimistic attitude.
However, everything was as promised, and it was fulfilled by them year after year.
After the first diary was put in, the Lunar New Year was also in sight. At noon on the 28th day of the New Year, he was rushing to produce a special program about the Spring Festival returnees with the news crew at the provincial railway station. He stared staringly at the caller ID for a long while. He didn't catch up the first time, he didn't have the courage to answer the second time, and the third time he walked alone to an empty corner and slowly connected.
[During your New Year, come back one day].
Father said on the phone.
Speaking in a slightly cold, imperative tone, but it has been the most cordial word he heard from his father in the past few years when the father and son are like strangers.
He ca n’t remember whether he agreed at the time, how did he agree ... The memories of just a few minutes seem to have been deleted, and can only be relayed to him later by others, saying that when he returned to the recording scene, his eyes were all red Yes, everyone was taken aback.
Because of this, he couldn't return to the camera immediately, and calmly calmed down for a while before he could continue shooting.
Until the work was all over, he watched people passing by at the train station and hurriedly boarded the train back home. Such a scene suddenly seemed to be like a soft thorn gently stuck in his heart, which was on the car back to the unit Sitting alone in the corner, letting himself burst into tears.
On New Year's Day, he accompanied Shen Yan.
On the second day of the year, he packed his clothes and prepared to take the bus back to his hometown. Shen Yan, who went to see him off, held his hand tightly until he got on the bus, and said only one sentence when he parted.
"This year you go back alone, maybe next year, the year after, or which year, we can go back together."
Shen Yan said "maybe", not sure.
But with "maybe", he suddenly felt that he had so little hope for "going home" in his life. Although it was a bit bitter, it was not endless and hopeless.
...
After the second diary was put in, the production of three issues in total at the end of the summer of that year was also completed.
The original people, later people, the characters in the play come and go according to the plot arrangement. However, the friends outside the play have been there, and everyone insisted to the end to present the play to the audience completely. On the day of the end, he took a long sigh of relief and looked at the word "End" on the title of the last issue. His mind couldn't settle for a long time.
The unlicensed version of Tongquetai never appeared, and only existed in the gossip of people chatting on the forum.
Tongquetai himself has gradually disappeared. It is said that he went back to his own yy channel, focusing on non-voice-type activities such as song parties, listening to fans queuing and confession. In the network matching circle where the title of "Great God" changes from one term to the next, there is a lack of good works of excellent quality, and the old version of "Sound Line" will eventually eat up.
Even, even the h-piece flower that had stolen the dry sound completely disappeared silently.
He accidentally mentioned these during a chat, and Tan Zixian's faint words finally made the truth clear: "Oh, I sent a lawyer letter to Tongquetai at that time."
The lawyer ’s letter sent by the lawyer, which covers the official seal of the firm, is 100% realistic—but of course it is invalid.
The layman like Tongquetai couldn't see whether it was true or not. He was scared to death when he read the words "requesting the infringer to compensate 5000 yuan".
"Tongquetai submitted his personal information when he signed up for the contest, so I called" that guy "to get his name and address by using his position. I wasn't surprised to be scared by the 5,000 blocks. Very. "Tan Zixian, who has always given a rational impression, talked about lawyers, and occasionally played this jaw-dropping means. He was stunned, and finally couldn't help clapping and laughing.
In order to commemorate the end, the crew happily planned an end interview, and specially invited an outsider who often does interviews in the network to be the host. After all, it is not interesting to interview oneself. This arrangement is also to increase the entertainment of the interview.
The interviews included the author's black box, all staff and most of the cast, except for a few dragon sets cv who were unable to arrive because of something.
Of course, the two principals are undoubtedly the focus of this talk show.
Qi Qi was originally a journalist and was quite accustomed to such a program. He responded to it one by one. He talked and laughed with the host and crew. The atmosphere on the scene was basically lively and lively.
Shen Yan is answering every question seriously. After a play whose fame grew higher and higher, he still didn't have a shelf, humble and steady.
There was only one problem.
"Will Dad Cat if he picks up another drama, will he consider a drama with H content? If so, to what extent can the scale be accepted?"
The moderator's question is also the question of the crowd planning to look at Shen Yanhu.
Shen Yan gave a slight pause. After a while, she refused politely.
"I don't think so," he whispered. "It has nothing to do with the quality of the script. It's my own question. Because ... if you cooperate with someone other than your boyfriend, it would still be a bit unnatural. Once the dubbing is unnatural, the effect will be greatly reduced. "
Yan Beixiang's boyfriend is also his roommate.
Everyone in the network distribution circle knows that there is such a person, but the confidentiality of the inner circle is really in place and involves three-dimensional privacy, so who is this person who has never been publicly disclosed.
The host heard him say it, and blurted out without thinking: "Huh, but is it natural?"
All the conversations on the scene suddenly stopped for a moment, quietly, seeming to realize that something was wrong.
For a long while, I only heard Shen Yan take a light breath and lowered her voice with a little self-blame: "... Sorry, did I accidentally say that I was leaking?"
At this time, the heartfelt laughter of another principal was softly heard in the background, without denying: "It does not matter."
The next second the host and all those who did not know before screamed in amazement.
"Huh huh huh huh huh--"
So far, the secrecy work has come to an end.
...
After the third diary was put in, there was a drizzle during the Qingming Festival that year. They took two days off and returned to the provincial capital to routinely sweep the graves of the elderly.
It's just that there is a man who arrives earlier than them.
Qi Qi has never seen this man-the standing method is very correct, the clothes are also very rigid, every button is neatly buttoned, it seems that his life is like a row of buttons in a straight line The axis will never appear as a so-called "fork". The man's look was as cold and hard as the gray concrete floor after the rain, and the gray hair that had already begun to gray was still old even if it was combed again.
He gave a slight shock, and at first glance immediately guessed who this person was.
I have heard many side descriptions before, and there is a vague outline in the brain, and those outlines suddenly become clear one by one, jumping out of the paper and standing up in front of the eyes.
He stared at Shen Yan, and Shen Yan stared at the man for a long time.
The man roughly felt their gaze, raised his head and glanced gently, then slowly lowered his eyes, staring at the tombstone in front of him, without a word, his face was cold.
"... Wait for me, just a moment."
Shen Yan said this, holding his hand slightly on his shoulder, and then let go and walked alone.
The meaning of this sentence is of course not as simple as it is literally, so he did not keep up, but just stood silently and watched Shen Yan walk to the man step by step, as if he did not see the other party at all, and calmly put his hands down quietly. Bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
The white chrysanthemums placed there are almost exactly the same bunch of white chrysanthemums that had been placed in front of the grave. The same variety, the same trim, the same packaging.
When they were put together, they discovered the fact that they were so similar.
The embarrassment is similar.
Shen Yan didn't say a word, didn't ask, just lowered his head and cleaned the tombstones and the cornerstones around the tombstones one by one according to the previous practice of sweeping graves, as if the man's eyes fell completely on his back until it was cleaned up Clean and clean, there is no place to clean, and I still haven't stood up.
The atmosphere of a stranger is more suitable than a stranger, and it is more suitable to disperse in silence, ending with the departure of one of them.
The man stood silently for a long time, and made a soft sound under the leather shoes, meaning to start, and seemed to decide to be the party to leave first.
However, it does not end in silence.
"After I die, will you come to sweep the grave?"
Shen Yan stunned, Mei Yu subconsciously twitched and closed his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the man nodded himself, as if he knew the other person's thoughts for a long time, and his tone was so weak that it was not like discussing his own affairs.
"Don't use it," the man walked slowly past him, without looking back. "I'm sorry for you ... and your mother."
At that time, Shen Yan suddenly said: "Thank you for your flowers."
The word "Dad" can't be called, and he doesn't want to call it, but just whispered a gratitude in treating the elders. The voice is hoarse, but the inside is solid and not weak.
The man's footsteps paused, and he stood like a clay figure for a while, and finally nodded again, and continued to walk towards the gate. You can't see any expression of the man from behind—or, even if you look at it from the front. Faceless and distant, they slowly turned into a gray dot from their vision, disappeared.
Perhaps, the gray dot in his heart will one day slowly escape from the invisible-he thought so, silently accompanied Shen Yan to stand until Tian Qing.
...
After the fourth diary was put in, his three-year internship period ended, and Shen Yan also officially graduated.
They have reached the highest point in their lives so far.
However, the road ahead is longer and farther, and there is more room for improvement.
auzw.com Three years of experience and contacts accumulated slowly on the national station, giving him a chance that Mr. Gui Sunzi could not stop, returning to the city he is familiar with, returning to The familiar TV station building fulfilled his long-cherished wish-for the first time, he had a show hosted by him.
The program is not long, only 30 minutes, and there is a schedule every two, four, six, but it is his favorite news analysis.
As □□, he has been deeply contented.
Tomorrow is the day when he officially recorded the first episode, and the first time he officially appeared in front of the audience as a "host".
That night, he specifically asked the person in charge of the program team to borrow the key of the studio to be used tomorrow, and said that if he wanted to rehearse himself, the person in charge readily agreed.
The location of the studio is very good, facing the city center, and because it is located on the 20th floor, when the night gradually sinks below the outer contour of the city formed by the architectural complex, the tall, floor-to-ceiling glass can see the colorful lights flashing. The rushing traffic of the main road sprinkled a layer of golden sugar on the road, with a black sky at the bottom, silently embedded in every corner of the city.
"It's beautiful," he sincerely praised. "It's really worth it to pick this time."
The official recording was during the day, when I couldn't see such a beautiful picture.
"Yes." Really beautiful. Shen Yan replied gently, but what he saw was not the scenery behind the glass, but the person in front of the glass.
He heard this answer, and then saw Shen Yan's eyes reflected in the glass, his eyes were placed on himself from beginning to end, he could not help laughing out, and ridiculed: "What are you talking about, tell me Things are different, right? "
They have been together for the fourth year.
Even he could n’t believe it. After so long, he should be used to everything. However, after a hard day, he returned home tiredly. When he was gently embraced by the man, he still felt that his shoulders were pressed. The weight of the weight was suddenly unloaded, and I still felt ... willing to indulge.
In the past three years in Beijing, the number of business trips he needed as a trainee internship has decreased a lot, and he can often stay at home, which is more stable.
Shen Yan works during the day and attends classes at night and weekends. Hard work returns, but it pays off.
After the end, their secondary time is getting less and less, and they are in a semi-retirement state. Especially after working and studying on the right track, they are basically like the nine girls and they are old-aged in the "rhythm of slowly retreating circle" group. Shen Yan usually has a strong voice acting in school because of concerns about strain on his vocal cords, Qi Qi doesn't let him continue to connect to the network to play dramas. And a new generation of cvs has gradually emerged, and there are many outstanding ones; the "old man" like them withdraws, and the audience will not feel too lonely.
They are, sometimes, lonely for a while, and miss those friends who met in the network.
Fortunately, people of "old" generation will meet in Beijing from time to time, eat together, travel together, talk about things and so on ... To a certain extent, this kind of deficiency is also compensated for.
Before they bid farewell to Beijing, everyone rushed to see off, and congratulated them both for their academic success.
I heard that he would go back to be the host, and the "oldest four" could not sit still.
"Sen fourth" is a person who is willing to try various occupations, and one of her previous work experience is to be a manager in the men's clothing department of the mall. In her own words, "a woman can be a manager in the men's clothing department, and the taste of men's clothing will definitely not be worse than that of men, or even better." So she happily dragged them to a nearby well-known suit store and carefully selected two sets.
Now he is wearing one of them. And Shen Yan actually put on another set today.
"This is the first time I have seen you wear a suit--"
He smiled slightly, leaning lazily against the wall and looking at the people in front of him. The standard style, standard black, clean and tidy, looks taller and more upright. They were reluctant to use it at the graduation ceremony, but now they put on it silently.
have to say……
"Awesome."
He whispered, while extending his hand intentionally or unintentionally, he smiled and gently hooked Shen Yan's black tie with his index finger, and his lips and fingers slowly picked up together.
Shen Yan watched him motionlessly, not refusing or hurried, only saying: "You said, when you really become the host, you want me to be your first guest, and I will be interviewed formally--since it is For formal interviews, you have to wear formal clothes, do n’t you? "
That being said, it is actually just an "official interview" between the two of them, and it is not really on TV.
But Shen Yan is very serious.
"Thank you." Seriously, it proves how much this person values ​​his first step towards accomplishing his ideals.
He lowered his head and smiled faintly, letting his hands go away from his tie, his expression very happily pulling the man onto the studio.
The camera is aligned, the lens is turned on, and the video button is pressed firmly-recording begins.
The lighting and seating settings of the studio are exactly the same as those used in the official recording, except that there are fewer staff behind the scenes, so there is no way to switch angles in multiple directions. However, this is not important. What is important is that their "interview" will be completely recorded and kept as a precious memorial.
He adjusted the collar clip microphone on the neckline, and after preparing, he leaned slightly on the swivel chair in a relaxed sitting position, and smiled towards the man on his side.
"Dr. Shen," he has passed the age of thirty, his voice is lower than when they just met, and his temperament is more calm and more calm than the period of the reporter, "Welcome to our live broadcast today, become The first guest to be interviewed by me— "
"Thank you, host." Shen Yan's last three words slightly slowed down, and her smile was gentle.
For those three words, he temporarily squeezed his urge to gather together and kissed the urge to open it, opened the folder in front of him, and entered the topic.
"The theme of this interview today is‘ Memories ’."
Memories are all going back to the original.
"Shall we start with this paper?"
He smiled while gently unrolling a few sheets of paper on the table. Those are ordinary memo pads, the ones on the memo booklet, which are only a little bigger than the palm of your hand. They have become old and wrinkled because of many years, but the words on the paper are still clear.
[Careful, dedicated, cautious, considerate, responsible, endurance, compassion]. And more ...
These keywords were hurriedly written on it in shorthand form, so that the handwriting was a little scribbled, and the picture that was many years ago was drawn on a paper that began to yellow slightly.
A cat in the operating room, with more than thirty degrees of heat, silently rescued the cats who were coming in and dying.
One was outside the operating room, watching intently, seeing God, and writing his feelings at that time into adjectives as the initial material of the press release.
"These pieces of paper are the original pieces of paper," the opposite man's surprised eyes made him look happy. "I've been hiding secretly."
After a pause, the voice lowered.
"These words represent my first impression of you. Then ... my first question is coming, please write your first impression of me on a piece of paper, one piece will do."
To finish, take out a note of the same size, push the corner of his eyes to Shen Yan, and put down a pen to write.
I thought this question would take some time to answer. I didn't think that Shen Yan just thought about it for a moment, and also wrote a line of words.
[Toughness, loyalty, rationality, kindness, security, observation, tolerance]
I have to continue to write down. The person who has written it is already embarrassed to look down. He raises his face and gently covers the paper with his hand. Suddenly held it firmly, and held it together with his hand, struggling. So the pen finished the last sentence in a few additional notes
[Sorry, the tip of the ear will be slightly red]
"It's like this now."
Shen Yan murmured and rubbed his red and hot eartips with a smile, and the temperature there seemed to be higher than the moment he just rubbed it.
He also asked many questions afterwards.
About car accidents.
About visiting sickness.
About cohabitation.
About home.
For him, listening to Shen Yan from other perspectives about their past and feelings is an indispensable part of their "recollections".
When he finished his last question, the duration displayed on the camera unconsciously had reached three and a half hours.
"There is still a little time," he routinely asked a question that all presenters would ask during the interview. "So ... at the end of the show, do you have any questions for the presenter?"
"Have."
Shen Yan responded gently, but just stared at him quietly for a long time.
For a while, I didn't know where I took a square suede box and opened it slowly in front of him. The pair of silver and white rings refracted a warm luster under the special lighting in the studio. Flows finely in silent places.
"What I want to ask is-host, are you willing to marry me?"
Now, they are all standing on a new side of life.
Now, it is the right time to ask this question on a new face with the other person standing side by side with a new look, and only then have the confidence and ability to promise the other person a lifetime.
At that moment, the camera recorded only his facial details from stunned to silent laughter, only those tears that unwittingly wet the collar, and only their hug that had not been released for a long time.
What Shen Yan recorded with his eyes is the whole process of harvesting happiness.
He was with him.
-Reap happiness with me, will you?
I will.
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