It was late at night, five minutes before the last subway. Several people are standing scattered in the waiting place of the quiet Nanjing Metro Line 2.
Mo Lan had lowered her head, a slender white hand holding a straw, and tinkering with the few pearls left in the teacup. After a while, she felt a bit cold and couldn't help but rub her feet together.
Her friend Rong Xiaxia, wearing a red down jacket, was playing 2048 in boredom. Suddenly, she turned to look at Mo Lan and asked a quiet voice, "Momo, have you heard any nice songs lately? I mean reading before bed is fine but I've been lonely and cold in bed in the last few days ..." As Rong Xiaxia spoke, a puff of white smoke was released into the air, fading away as soon as it appeared.
Mo Lan looked up and said, "Sounds like your problem ... you should find a boyfriend."
After a short pause, she was a little embarrassed and said, "And, I'm don't listen to songs often, I mostly listen to the radio. "
Rong Xiaxia froze for a moment, then said a little depressed, "Right, why did I forget, you are a voice-activated late patient."
Before knowing Mo Lan, Rong Xiaxia never believed that there was such a type of person in this world, who is usually in a state of incurable love, usually hardly listening to modern songs, but always listening to some two-dimensional Internet radio dramas with headphones. Always discussing how a certain CV in a radio drama sound.
Mo Lan chuckled, trying to say something, but suddenly heard the sound of the train entering the station, accompanied by a gust of wind. The cold wind blew through, her body could not help but shiver slightly, tightening her grip on the milk teacup in her hand, trying to draw a hint of warmth.
Mo Lan entered the train, followed by Rong Xiaxia. It's now late at night, so it's a rare moment of quiet on the usually crowded subway. Only a couple, two or three chattering students, and a man with his head down seemed to be sleeping.
Mo Lan and Rong Xiaxia were used to standing in the subway, so they did not squeeze into the empty seats on the subway.
Grasping the handrail with one hand, Mo Lan sucked out a tapioca pearl in the paper cup and ate it. Then she looked up, looked at Rong Xiaxia, and continued the topics from before, "But if you want to listen to the radio drama, I do have a lot to recommend to you."
Rong Xiaxia, who was standing opposite her, heard her say that and instantly frowned.
"Come on, every time you talk about this topic, you always end up blabbering about your two-dimensional male god. You may not get tired of it, but I'm getting tired of listening about it. "
A soft smile appeared on the corner of her lips, Mo Lan nodded her head and continued to stir the paper cup with a straw. Then answering with a light brow.
"But his voice is really good. Listen to him, his voice makes you feel like you're drugged without a cure. "
Rong Xiaxia sighed and looked at her with a bit of helplessness.
"But don't you say that he hasn't dubbed for more than three years? It's been so long, he may have forgotten the network dubbing thing. What should you be doing with your life? Only innocent girls like you are still thinking about him? "
Silently eating the last tapioca in the paper cup, Mo Lan chewed and said with some ambiguity in her voice.
"Maybe. After all, he has always hated the third dimension of others. His voice is so nice, but I have never been in business dubbing. I always think that dubbing is just a hobby of his. In his three-dimensional life, there should be many things more important than dubbing."
Upon hearing this, Rong Xiaxia frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask, in doubt.
"In other words, in the past three years ... has he truly never appeared on the Internet again?"
"Nope."
After swallowing the tapioca, Mo Lan tilted her head thinking about it and then said softly.
"Occasionally, he posts a Weibo or pops to prove that he is still alive."
After a pause, she showed a gentle smile.
"If you listen to his previous radio show or recording, it is a huge blessing. Xia Xia, although you may not understand, for me, I did fall in love with someone because of their voice. "
After that, she lowered her head and looked at the empty milk teacup in her hand. She whispered so softly Ring Xiaxia almost couldn't hear her.
"No matter how he looks like or what family background he is from, it doesn't matter. He's the only one who can grab your ears and live in your heart. A real incubus... ''
From the point of sound alone, the secret obsession is very obvious. A millennium evil that has been cultivated to perfection.
Rong Xiaxia shot her a sympathetic look, "you are hopeless", shook her head and said, "I don't want to listen to that person's radio drama, otherwise I will become as magical as you, I guess I will spit it out when I dream. Go die by yourself. "
Mo Lan pouted and smiled, shaking the paper cup in her hand indifferently, without a reply. "Ding Dang", the subway reminded them that Gulou Station has been reached because there are not a lot of people, Mo Lan and Rong Xiaxia waited until the subway stopped, and then went out in a hurry.
One second before exiting the subway door, Mo Lan lowered her head to look at the gap under her feet and the light in the corner. Her eyes casually glanced at the man who was wearing a dark blue down jacket and had been sleeping with his head down. He rubbed his eyes and stood up lazily from his seat. Awake just on time.
Mo Lan smiled without a trace in her heart. She walked out of the subway, turned around and throw the empty milk teacup in the trash can.
Rong Xiaxia waved at her enthusiastically, reminding her, "Momo, don't forget to bring me two boxes of West Lake Longjing when I go to Hangzhou the day after tomorrow."
"Ok." Mo Lan smiled slightly, pulled the beige scarf around her neck again, waved goodbye to Rong Xiaxia, then turned around and walked out of the subway station.
Mo Lan can't help but shrink her neck into the scarf due to the cold, as she quickly walked home.