She didn’t understand his aning, but still replied politely, "Thank you!"
Then, she put the phone aside and began to replay his radio drama—
Actually, she knew every line, where the laughter was, where the sighs were, by heart.
But she just wanted to listen to his voice...
Especially when she went to sleep, only listening to his voice could she fall asleep.
Ye Zheng—
Are you doing well in Heaven?
Have you forgotten about ?
——
Ti passed quickly, and in a blink, two weeks had gone by.
During these two weeks, Huo Junting disappeared from Yuan Yung’s sight once again; he seed very busy.
But in a way, this was good. Not seeing him cald her emotions, at least she didn’t need to be cautious with him.
In the afternoon, Yuan Yung sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in lazy sunlight, with a whole tray of cherries in front of her, eating them one by one, very slowly—
Her appetite was naturally not as good as before, but compared to the anorexia from two weeks ago, it had clearly improved a lot.
She picked up the phone nearby, intending to click into Weibo, only to see a ssage: Did you listen?
The ti showed it was from yesterday.
Yuan Yung hesitated for a mont and replied: "No."
Ye Hao: "Why didn’t you listen? Do you think I’m not as good as Bamu Jujie?"
Yuan Yung: "No, in my heart, he’s the best."
Even if paired poorly, he’d still be the best. Besides, the dramas he voices have no flaws, the characters are so well-rounded, they seem like real people.
Ye Hao: "Ha, you’re really confident in him. But I still mind if you listen to my drama, maybe... you’ll gain unexpected rewards?"
Yuan Yung: "You’re very annoying."
Ye Hao: "Do you like soone who talks less?"
Seeing these words, Yuan Yung inexplicably rembered Jun Ting, his badness, his evilness, the way he showed no rcy when cursing her, that mocking manner wanting to ridicule her completely, yet being helpless against her—
Yuan Yung: "No, I hate people who talk less, extrely hate them!"
Ye Hao: "..."
Ye Hao: "Are you still there?"
Ye Hao: "Left?"
Ye Hao: "o(╥﹏╥)o"
...
Yuan Yung really found this Ye Hao sowhat annoying, but... she had to admit his dramas were great. He wasn’t a CV, just a comntator who didn’t show his face, only his voice—
Specialized in explaining thriller, suspense, and supernatural dramas.
Usually, Yuan Yung didn’t listen to this type of drama. First, she wasn’t fond of self-abuse; second, these dramas required thinking to follow, and she was quite lazy.
But today, she sohow clicked into Ye Hao’s column and found he was a prolific creator, already having three videos.
She clicked on the latest video—
His voice was indeed pleasant, but upon closer listening, she realized his tone was different from Ye Zheng’s.
Ye Zheng’s tone was bright with a hint of magnetism, making people feel like there was a vast sea of flowers.
While Ye Hao’s tone was also bright, it made people feel like they were at a cliff’s edge, one step forward and they’d fall into the abyss.
Perhaps his explanation was truly superb, or his tone too good, Yuan Yung ended up listening to all three videos.
Her mind could only think: This person’s logic and gripping ability are amazing.
No wonder he gained hundreds of thousands of fans as soon as the videos ca out—
The three videos lasted three or four hours, by now the sun was setting at the horizon.
Yuan Yung: "Here, just went to listen to the drama. Not bad, keep it up!"
Ye Hao: "I see! Okay, I’ll keep it up."
Ye Hao: "Are you... pretty or ugly?"
For so reason, seeing this, Yuan Yung suddenly burst out laughing.
...
At this mont, Sister-in-law Zhang happened to enter the room, seeing her holding her phone and laughing, her heart suddenly stirred—
Laughing so happily? Who are you chatting with!
Mister... could he be wearing a green hat?
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