"An electric guitar melody with a strong electric vibration"
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"After reading the manuscript selected by Professor Weng, what came to my mind at that time was this kind of melody...it was very natural."
With his legs crossed on the black reception sofa, he held a Gretsch electric guitar in his arms. Yan Qing's left index finger hung on the 2nd string and 15th fret, and his right hand released the tremolo of the electric guitar. He said this to the camera.
Wearing a beige sweatshirt, Yan Qing wore a white baseball cap that he bought from Lao Zhang yesterday. He lowered the brim of the hat, and there were five big characters embroidered on the cap: (I wish you a long life).
Weng Huaijing, wearing a Lu & Clover co-branded sports suit, was sitting on the guest sofa next to Yan Qing, with faint star and moon patterns all over her body.
She still had the finished manuscript in her hand, and Weng Huaijing's unfocused eyes finally stopped on the piano bag that was quietly leaning on the sofa between the two of them.
"I wish people could live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart? The metaphor can't be that simple... What on earth does he want to express... There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? The method of skipping lines or sentences, or he took the initiative to show weakness to reduce the difficulty... "
After racking his brains, Weng Huaijing thought hard: "He is still sizing me up. He can't be distracted. He has to do something to divert his attention."
Yan Qing, who had exclusive access to the camera, seemed to have long been accustomed to Weng Huaijing recording the program with him. He continued to conclude with a soft and magnetic voice:
"Weng... The story chosen by Professor Weng interprets love from the perspective of a breakup. It seems that the heroine is complaining and asking her ex to stop hurting her heart, but in fact it contains a deep attachment and aftertaste for her ex."
Using the cover of the hat brim, Yan Qing carefully observed Weng Huaijing's expression. He continued: "After blurring the gender of the narrator, this story is more suitable for a male voice to interpret than the manuscript I shared before."
"I am wearing your clothes today/without keeping you/but still warm"
Yan Qing softly sang "Ambiguous". He raised his head and smiled at the camera: "Such words... are obviously more suitable for female singers to interpret. After all, it is still relatively rare for boys to dress up as girls, don't you think?"
She could clearly feel that a certain line of sight that had been hidden under the brim of the hat had left. Weng Huaijing took the opportunity to quickly glance at the white baseball cap again. After hearing Yan Qing's humming, she lowered her head and hid her red eyes guiltily. .
The cold temperament of his partner made Yan Qing more knowledgeable about field control: "I communicated with Professor Weng the day before yesterday, and we exchanged stories about this issue."
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The host camera turned to Weng Huaijing next to him.
Yan Qing also moved her gaze openly. Weng Huaijing's eyes were wandering away from the object at the moment. Her slender fingers were dancing lightly between the manuscript papers spread out on her thighs.
Looking at the movements of Weng Huaijing's hands, Yan Qing, who had a great sense of music, added:
"If the manuscript paper were replaced with the black and white keys of a hand-rolled piano, and the scale was marked in the key of G major, then the fingers of her right hand were playing "6663671/776 /5", and the chord progression of her left hand was vi - iim- iii.”
With her mind spinning, Yan Qing followed Weng Huaijing's playing and sang softly: "I never thought that you and I would end like this."
Weng Huaijing's state of mind was interrupted by Yan Qing's singing, and she finally realized that she was distracted in the camera.
Two sounds were collected by the recording microphone at the same time:
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"Well, that's probably what he said..." (Slowly, Weng Huaijing added the sound afterwards)
"The state of mind/so sad~" (singing voice of Yan Qing who lost her brain accompaniment)
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After looking at each other, Weng Huaijing immediately chose to avoid Yan Qing's entangled gaze.
However, a successful communication has been completed:
Weng Huai glanced at me with an angry look: "How did you control the scene? You controlled the camera to me."
Yan Qing looked back with innocent eyes: "Why don't you continue playing?"
…The situation was silent for a while…
"cut! Very good...passed..."
Fortunately, Liu Mingren's voice came from the director's microphone loudspeaker: "We've finished recording the morning part. Everyone has worked hard. Let's call it a day."
The working crowd surrounding the reception area cheered "Long Live Director Liu" and gradually dispersed.
Only Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing in the reception area were motionless, and they were still deadlocked in silence.
This time Yan Qing looked around to confirm before taking action:
The two cameras in front of the sofa have been turned off;
The red LED status light of the recording microphone also went out;
Skillfully taking out a recording pen from the drawer of the coffee table, and turning off the recording mode, Yan Qingcai calmly said to Weng Huaijing next to him: "In the future, let the program team just put a hand-rolled piano in the lounge, how convenient it would be."
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"There is no attachment or aftertaste, you are so shameless."
A cold, cold voice and a roll of eyes came to him at the same time.
Weng Huaijing flicked his ponytail and turned his back to Yan Qing.
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"???I was obviously talking about the contributor, didn't you just say what I said was right..."
Looking confused, Yan Qing didn't recover for a long time.
…The situation is silent again…
Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei came to the rescue successfully by bringing lunch boxes, and the program team also thoughtfully prepared vegetarian mooncakes from the thousand-year-old Shengquan Temple.
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After a short lunch break, recording quickly resumed:
During the demo sharing session, Yan Qing chose to use two sets of synthesizer keyboards to provide harmonic accompaniment for Weng Huaijing’s acoustic guitar.
The piano and string sounds simulated by the keyboard are supplemented by the drum beat program programmed by the synthesizer, plus the main melody of the acoustic guitar in Weng Huaijing's hand. The two of them cooperated seamlessly, performing the demo of "Ambiguous" as if it were made by
A whole professional band was playing accompaniment.
Weng Huaijing is in excellent condition, and her interpretation of the song "Ambiguous" is quite brilliant.
To Yan Qing's picky ears, every sentence break, every breath exchange opportunity, and every use of half-turn singing sounds as if they have been refined over time and are just right.
And every time Weng sings the phrase with longing: "I am wearing your clothes today, but they are still warm without keeping you."
The vibrato in her voice would always intensify unconsciously, and a faint pinkish tint would appear in the corners of her eyes.
"Is there really such a piece of clothing? But with her arrogant temperament, she must not be able to wear it..."
Yan Qing's mind was racing as he recalled Weng Huaijing's attire every time he appeared in his eyes.
"Hiding and hinting like today is already the limit for saying Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm braver!"
Yan Qing thought about it and lowered the brim of his hat proudly.
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When it was Yan Qing's turn to record the demo, he directly chose to play the gretsch electric guitar purchased by the program team and hummed softly.
Director Liu Mingren didn't mean to embarrass Yan Qing and waved his hand to let him go.
Yan Qing, who was just sneaking past without the band's cooperation, was stopped by Weng Huaijing. She looked up at Yan Qing and said in a cold voice: "Do it again..."
Maybe it was the scent of rosemary that was causing trouble, but Yan Qing didn't say anything. After taking a deep breath, he obediently played it again.
"Let me try..."
Weng Huaijing reached out and handed the two drumsticks hidden behind her back to Yan Qing. She looked at the electric guitar in Yan Qing's arms with a lively look.
"Originally... was she planning to play the drums for me? It's a bit sweet..."
Looking at the drumstick in Weng Huaijing's hand, Yan Qing couldn't help but become distraught.
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"Xiao Meow, calm down, look, they are having a friendly exchange, aren't they?"
Shao Qing and Lao Zhang held Miao Miao's arms tightly, and they had been watching from the outside of the recording scene.
When Weng Huaijing stopped Yan Qing with two drumsticks, Miao Miao unconsciously moved toward the stage.
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Yan Qing placed the electric guitar on the stand and reached out to take the drumsticks. Seeing Weng Huaijing eagerly picking up the electric guitar and eager to try it, he couldn't help but say:
"The chord progression in the pre-chorus section is a little bit unpopular."
Yan Qing already knew why Weng Huaijing wanted him to do it again.
"The way Bing Bing Bing kept staring at the movements of my hands was to pick up my arrangement on the spot, twice. I can only say that he is extremely talented."