The Khrushchev Building is a practical tube building that can quickly solve the living area of urban residents. In the booming era of the last century, it built the capillaries that the capital desperately needed. The people inside are like the red blood cells in the capillaries.
, dutifully sending oxygen to wherever society needs it, so that every breath of this body can be efficiently filled, allowing it to move and maintain organ health without any inconvenience.
Of course, capillaries are also the parts most easily broken and most easily ignored.
Without people's special attention, the savage vitality causes the capillaries to continuously repair and regenerate.
Walking through the endless Khrushchev Building, Fang Yi carefully avoided the clothes, pants and quilts hanging above his head - thin ropes connected them together, and the air exuded a unique cold smell.
, he gradually walked into the innermost part of the tube building according to the house number.
Knock the doorbell.
"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" animated version, dubbing studio.
The door opened, "Is this Teacher Fang?"
It's a world of difference when you come in. The exterior walls, glass, and floors are all custom-made. There are also a number of equipment of unknown value.
"it's me."
The person who came was as thin as a monkey, with a short head. He looked him up and down, and was stunned for a moment. After he realized what he was doing, he spread his hands in front of his face and said, "Sit... you sit down first..."
"Teacher Fang, you look a little younger than you sound." Shouhou took a glass of water and handed it over, then glanced at half of his face that was rich in collagen and said.
"I'm not a senior. I'm just a freshman. Don't call me 'teacher'. My name is Fang Yi." Fang Yi followed the direction pointed by the thin monkey and found a high stool. He sat down half-relying on it. Although he was holding water,
Yes, but I didn't drink.
"Hey...how can this be done? Teacher Fang should do it."
Fang Yi himself brought a water bottle. Generally speaking, he did not put anything in his mouth.
This is not a rule, this is common sense.
"My surname is Ma, my name is Ma Liangen, the Gen from Bagua... I am the recording assistant." Ma Liangen said. When he heard Fang Yi's age, he felt a little disappointed, and his face was not very good at hiding it.
But he tried to restrain himself in his words, "The person who recorded you, Ma Kun, is my dad. He went outside to smoke. Wait a few minutes and he will be back soon."
"OK."
Fang Yi leaned on the chair quietly.
Ma Liangen wanted to say some pleasantries, but he seemed to have finished. It was not surprising that Fang did not drink the glass of water. It was not surprising that Fang did not take off his mask in autumn.
In the dubbing industry, you need to pay attention to these things.
Not to mention that my throat was damaged... I just caught a cold once, but if I didn't take care of it, my vocal cords became thicker and I couldn't produce a magnetic and mellow sound. From then on, my livelihood was cut off.
But... to be honest, I have never heard of this person. Although his studio is not big, it has worked with quite a few voice actors. In this industry, because it does not show its face and has no contact with the market, it is extremely involved.
Volumes.
We need people with high quality, but we don't have to pay high prices. An episode of a TV series costs about a hundred dollars, and ten episodes can be produced in a day. The entire domestic market relies solely on the voice-changing of hundreds of people constantly changing their ways.
So those who can eat this bowl of rice are all acquaintances.
This person is a pure newcomer, but he doesn't even say hello to the recording company.
So, is this a bit staged?
Ma Liangen looked at the old monk Fang Yi entering meditation, and thought that he was recommended by a certain drama school. The freshman who landed in the air may not be old enough. Yesterday, he was still stupid, and he wrote down a new name in his little notebook.
He had a reason to feel contempt for the teacher's contact information. But Xiao Ma was not qualified to say anything yet, so he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Lao Ma.
"Your distinguished guest is here, come quickly."
Three minutes later.
Ma Kun opened the door, came in, took off his coat first, and folded it after smelling the smell of cigarette smoke. Then he reached out to hold Fang Yi's hand, "Your teacher is an old acquaintance of mine. I also started my career in documentaries. Of course he is lucky."
Better, I became a teacher of Yangzhou Opera. For a non-local like me, I can beg for food in the capital, so I can barely manage to open this studio, which is a little better than the previous generation's digging."
Lao Ma revealed that he is capable of dubbing and recording, and showed off his independent studio without any background.
"Lao Ren called me a few days ago and said that he was looking for a talent who can do voice acting. I just have an opportunity here and I need someone..."
There are many opportunities here for Lao Ma.
"We hit it off right away."
The political and business relationship between Lao Ma Daxiu and the teachers of Yangxi Opera Department is very good.
Fang Yi was a little more enthusiastic towards his senior and nodded this time. "Hello, Teacher Ma."
There is no following.
This is so enthusiastic.
Ma Kun touched his head and looked around in surprise. When he saw his son's face as if he was mourning for his heir, he called out, "Go, turn up the heat."
"have to!"
This is a father-son code.
Xiao Ma climbed out flexibly and turned up the air conditioner. Fang Yi then felt that the atmosphere was a little anxious, but Xiao Ma also brought a pair of slippers when he came back.
"Pah!" put it in front of Fang Yi.
Senior Ma Kun spoke up, "Although you were introduced by Lao Ren, I can't give you the final say. You can read the notebook first. We'll record a few lines temporarily and try out the effect." The recording studio is separated from the living room.
Open, front and back, Ma Kun went inside, pulled out a piece of paper, and circled it with a stroke of the pen.
This is the script book. Fang Yi took it and opened it.
The animated version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". The person he wanted to play was Jiang Wei. The role in the later scenes was not low, but because he was afraid of leaking his words, he randomly picked a scene and limited his lines.
A self-declarative phrase.
Dubbing is not a Mandarin training. It requires emotion and no random expressions. In other words, actors must first correctly understand the scene of the clip.
This passage was meaningless. Fang Yi waited for Ma Kun to give him some context so that he could read and understand. But when he raised his head, Ma Kun was also looking at him.
——There are no characters or scenes this time, it’s all up to you.
Fortunately, Chinese people have always watched "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and don't remember the details, but the general outlines are quite clear.
This should be what Jiang Wei said at the end of his life.
How long did Jiang Wei live? He must have lived longer than me now. Call a teenager and match the autobiography of an old man.
Is this paragraph... really chosen at random?
Fang Yi went through it carefully in his mind and felt that his throat was in good condition. He stood up and said, "I'm ready."
"No jokes?"
"No joke." He also followed Ma Kun's old saying and answered like this.
After putting on his slippers, Fang Yi took off his coat and mask. His figure was slightly thin and slender, much taller than the recording microphone. He adjusted his position and placed the script paper on the music stand.
Pay attention to the sound engineer Ma Kun and wait for his signal.
The Ma family father and son looked at each other.
——"Wei's appearance is very majestic, and there are many civil servants and generals in Shu who are handsome, and no one can surpass Jiang Wei."
This is recorded in history books.
Xiao Ma received an elbow, and he had to ask for his father, "Teacher Fang, ours here is a dubbing studio, not a performance studio. Are you in the wrong place?"
"No."
"I called a teacher Fang yesterday and asked him to accompany Jiang Wei. His phone number is xxxx... Are you sure you are that teacher Fang?"
"I am."
Teacher Fang is still so enthusiastic. Just like the autumn in Beijing.
But in fact, autumn and spring have the same temperature.
Lao Ma ignored it and made an OK gesture, and the indicator light flashed in front of Fang Yi's music stand.
He had already memorized the lines, pressed down his Adam's apple, slightly expanded his nose, choked up and said with difficulty, "I, Jiang Wei, am short in talent and wisdom, but I am loyal and loyal, and I will keep the legacy created by the late emperor until my death..."
..." The words became increasingly labored and sparse and inaudible, "The Prime Minister has a spirit in the sky, Wan Wang... Wan Wang..."
Fang Yi couldn't help but cover his chest.
This is the circle line.
He looked at the Ma family and his son who were separated by a layer of glass.