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This is a "specially customized" version by the author, which will be linked to the plot. This singer's voice is my favorite, and the male protagonist Yan Qing's voice quality in the bass range~

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The drama begins today

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"call!"

Taking a deep breath to clear his lungs and the turbid air in his respiratory tract, Yan Qing adjusted the capo to the third fret, and pressed the fret with his left hand to simply play the key of C.

The pick box was still sitting quietly on the coffee table. Yan Qing had no intention of using the pick. He planned to play this piece purely with fingerpicking.

"Let's begin... OK... "Daughter's Love" is dedicated to Princess..."

In this sentence with a normal tone, only the last four words sounded like flies, but Weng Huaijing suddenly turned around.

However, her eyes did not look at Yan Qing, she just lowered her head and silently stared at the guitar strings, as if she was silently memorizing the fingering techniques and chord patterns.

Accompanied by a soothing and bright acoustic guitar melody, Yan Qing deliberately used a hint of nasal tone, and the singing voice was mellow, gentle and yet clear:

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"Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together

The spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating

Ask the holy monk quietly

Is my daughter beautiful?

Is my daughter beautiful?

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Always wearing a faint smile, Yan Qing noticed that Weng Huaijing in front of her raised his head. She glanced at the outside, rolled her eyes at him again, and then lowered her head again.

"Is this a reminder to me... Mo Ran has already turned on the camera... It's just a camera position..."

Yan Qing endured the roll of his eyes and remained unmoved. He continued to play and sing by himself, and his voice became clearer and clearer as he entered the chorus:

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"What do you mean by royal power and wealth?"

What are you afraid of?

I only wish it lasts forever

Stay close to the one I love.』

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From the corner of her eyes, she noticed that Weng Huaijing's long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she became more and more courageous.

It was as if his body was born with a sense of camera. Yan Qing used his left hand to press the strings and skip the frets at just the right time. He aimed at the only camera that was turned on, turned sideways, and the right half of his body came into the frame perfectly.

The left side of Yan Qing's face that was not in the mirror was looking down at him. Weng Huaijing, whose eyes were red, blinked wantonly, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her intently.

Following the same example, Weng Huaijing quickly understood the sense of reverse camera use. She used the action of tucking her hair behind her ears to turn sideways and put her left body into the mirror, hiding her right face out of the frame and giving her a cold look.

The two main creators in the camera's frame seemed to have just adjusted their sitting postures inadvertently. One was playing the piano on the right side, and the other was listening to music on the left side.

And hidden behind the camera, where you can’t see:

Yan Qing's deep eyes were as bright as stars, like white rainbows reaching into the sky.

Weng Huai is melancholy and intoxicated with the sight of autumn waves, and is so sentimental that it is difficult to break up with his daughter.

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"Love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love

May I always be with you in this life"

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"This feeling is just as exciting as...in broad daylight...Wait a minute, wasn't I planning on teasing her...Forget it, never mind...Don't be a coward now..."

While Yan Qing was playing and singing this very disgusting lyrics, he locked his eyes with Weng Huaijing, who started a staring duel with him again.

Without the restraint of the camera, the scorching eyes from the shameless man were so wanton, Weng Huaijing was ultimately defeated. She lowered her head silently and continued to watch Yan Qing's finger snapping technique.

Yan Qing, who originally planned to sing the second verse of the verse, saw this scene and tried his best to suppress the urge to blush, and instead whistled to match the accompaniment...

As the second chorus was approaching, Yan Qing noticed that the sofa was surrounded by onlookers again.

"The fun time is obviously not over yet, why are everyone here to watch the fun, so let's just perform it as a normal singing performance."

Her expression was calm and composed, and Yan Qing's singing voice followed the accompaniment in her hands and naturally cut into the chorus:

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"What do you mean by royal power and wealth?"

What are you afraid of?

I only wish it lasts forever

Stay close to the one I love.』

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Yan Qing never expected that when Weng Huaijing found someone watching, as if she had found someone to support her, she leaned forward and picked up the pick box on the coffee table. She turned sideways and played with it to avoid the only camera.

The way of lip reading came back with three words:

"lecher!"

"The delicate taste is a bit sweet!"

Yan Qing pretended as if nothing had happened. He continued to sing the last part of the sentimental lyrics, his voice unknowingly trembled:

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"Love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love

May I always be with you in this life

May I always be with you in this life

Always with you

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The song ended, applause erupted, the scene was as noisy as a tavern, the lingering sound lingered in the beams, and the crowd was deeply focused. Yan Qing's eyes were still clear and bright, and he seemed to continue to talk about the lingering romance and the past, even though the cheers around him were overwhelming.

God can't make any waves.

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With the ability to freely control the facial muscles, Yan Qing showed a magnanimous look.

But in fact, he could clearly feel that under his calm expression, his cheeks seemed to be burning fiercely without conscious control.

"Did you tease her... I'm not sure... I almost got myself into it... Stop it now..."

"Okay, now that we've finished singing, let's continue recording the one I chose..."

Yan Qing naturally adjusted his sitting posture, turned around and faced the camera to control the scene, and skillfully changed the subject with self-deprecation.

"The creative idea of ​​​​composite scumbag submission, I named this song "Your Backpack"."

"Wait a minute!"

Liu Mingren's voice from the director's microphone speaker ruthlessly interrupted the control: "Mo Ran, did you shoot all the songs you just shot?"

Hearing Liu Mingren's voice, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

What Yan Qing handed over was: "Don't worry, it's just a camera. Our camera sense is great. As long as the recording microphone is not turned on, it won't be a big problem."

What came back from Weng Huaijing's side was a sense of magnanimity and pride that many people in my life have said.

After receiving Liu Mingren's inquiry, Mo Ran responded slowly. He nodded first and then shook his head. Maybe he felt that his expression was not clear enough.

He raised his voice and shouted to Liu Mingren: "I started filming when Teacher Yan Qing was about to play the guitar, but there was something wrong with the recording microphone next to the sofa at the scene and could not be turned on in time, so...there was only the picture, and the sound recording effect was very poor.

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Liu Mingren looked heartbroken, and his thick lips moved rapidly up and down, as if he was preparing to formulate words to try to persuade Yan Qing to do it again.

Yan Qing knew in his heart that since the recording microphone was not turned on, the conversation between himself and Weng Huaijing was safe.

"Director Liu, it doesn't matter, this is also the place where Teacher Yan Qing records the interview in the dark room."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yili's face was full of pride, "I'm proud of my last hit," and she said with a smile:
To be continued...