Chapter 101: The end of the world is now the bright moon
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"I know, e-dorian in European church mode..."
Weng Huai replied in a clear and cold voice: "I'm afraid that I won't use the handle well."
"You try it first."
Yan Qing put his hands behind his back and continued to look at the electric guitar in Weng Huaijing's arms. He had no intention of sitting behind the drum set.
"oh."
Weng Huaijing turned her head and glanced at the drum set behind her. Without saying anything else, the "grid" pick in her hand gently brushed against the strings of the electric guitar, and her left hand pressed down on the second fret of the D string and the third fret of the B string of the electric guitar.
Top quality.
A standard set of c, f, c, g, bbm7 chords came to Yan Qing's ears with absolute pitch. Weng Huaijing's right hand holding the pick suddenly lifted the tremolo, and the vibrato of the electric guitar came out of the speaker a little late.
Respond.
"The rocker is one-eighth slower... it should be better to match the drum beat..."
Yan Qing looked at Weng Huaijing, who lowered his head, and he pointed out the problem softly.
"Come again."
Weng Huaijing raised his head and looked at Yan Qing. Her eyes were full of seriousness and stubbornness.
In this way, Yan Qing helped Weng Huaijing grasp the details bit by bit and went through the entire score.
In line with the rigorous attitude of a music producer, Yan Qing did not sit back in front of the drum kit until he confirmed that his ears were satisfied.
"Weng...Professor Weng, let's try to combine it..."
Yan Qing planned to perform this song with Weng Huaijing without the cooperation of bass and keyboard.
"good."
Weng Huaijing has already mastered the rocking technique, and she played the electric guitar solo prelude with an electric trembling sound.
Raising the drumstick, Yan Qing's magnetic and soft voice accurately cuts into the melody:
"oh.yeah my baby"
Yan Qing stepped on the bass drum heavily, and the drumsticks in his hands quickly struck back and forth between the snare drum, toms and drums. He raised his head and sang into the microphone:
"Maybe there are too many things I don't understand.
maybe it's my fault
Maybe everything has been slowly missed
Maybe there is no need to say it again
Never thought you and I would end up like this
I’m not sure”
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This song "don't break my heart" is played in the key of B, with a wide vocal range. Yan Qing's bass is soft and mellow, his midrange is clean and clear, and his treble is bright and high-pitched. Even though he is still responsible for the role of drummer, he is still the same after singing the whole song.
A relaxed and carefree look on his face.
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"I was speculating when I saw Yan Qing pick up the electric guitar in the morning, but after reading those two manuscripts, I gave up..."
Liu Mingren casually wiped the fog on his glasses with his cuffs, and sighed to Luo Bing, who was holding up his hands and cheering beside him: "I didn't expect that the first pure rock song of "Talent Co., Ltd." would be born today."
"Old Liu, what are you talking about? I can't hear you. My ears are filled with sounds from the golden age of rock and roll!"
Luo Bing's voice is a bit loud, and the recording scene will be very noisy.
The behind-the-scenes staff who had completed the recording task transformed into ardent rock fans, and most of them were roaring.
Yili: "Encore!"
Zhao Mu: "Brother Qing, do it again!"
Lou Junwei: "Professor Weng, tell him to do it again!"
Tan Sen: "This is the Mid-Autumn Festival benefit we should enjoy! Wow!"
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"Playing well."
Yan Qing stood up, packed his things, and put the drumsticks back in their place.
"It's because you didn't teach well before."
Weng Huaijing still held the electric guitar, his eyes focused on the electric guitar pickup and speakers.
"???Did I not teach well? Forget it, it's only right to take the blame for "me"..."
Yan Qing took the pot calmly. He noticed that Weng Huaijing seemed to be quite reluctant to let go of the electric guitar.
"What, it's not enough? Tell Director Liu to borrow it back."
"My students want to make a show using the demo of "Seve". I sent it to them. Let me tell you..."
Weng Huaijing remembered something and looked up at Yan Qing: "I also want the demo of "don't break my heart"."
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Yan Qing was a little puzzled by such a longing for Weng:
Astounding rosemary scent
sparkling eyes
A smooth and slender neck like a white swan
A forehead as transparent as white marble
Inexplicably, it reminds me of the scene in the previous life when the author of this song, Dou Xianer, played the drums for his friend Wang Jingwen. Wang Jingwen was also in the same state at that time, and Yan Qing's soft and delicate heart suddenly beat extremely fiercely.
"I'll send it to you soon. How about you sing a version tomorrow? Tell Damao later and ask him to play bass and I'll play drums for you."
Pretending to mention it casually, Yan Qing's originally clean and clear eyes were filled with a hint of intoxication and fascination.
"OK!"
Weng Huaijing responded simply, and she refused to give in during the exchange of glances, with a hint of pride in her eyes.
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On the way back to Shichahai, there was a slight traffic jam on the North Second Ring Road.
"What, okay, you drove me to play bass?"
The voice on Yan Qing's phone was Mao Zhiyuan's complaining voice. He had never thought much of Bass.
"Brother Qing, thanks to you, I didn't play drums in Mao. That aunt Lu Lu kept pestering me..."
The male voice on the phone continued to be disrespectful, and Yan Qing smiled and replied: "What's the matter? Damao, you can blame me for everything in your store."
"This is really what you came up with for me. You didn't let a girl come to your little cat on stage last Sunday. Do you remember the twin tails?"
Mao Zhiyuan replied to Yan Qing angrily, his tone was painful and a little sweet: "In the end, you ran away without a trace, and people relied on me. I am known as the most awesome female jazz drummer in the 49th City. Now I have seen the sky.
I was demolishing my stage at Mao in the evening."
"Isn't it just a waste of money? Why do you take it so seriously... If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that this happened."
Yan Qing touched his round head and made an awkward expression out of habit.
"I gave her Miao Miao's WeChat account, but your little meow has never passed...Hey, Lu Lu, Sister Lu Zi, Master Lu, why are you here again? Brother Qing will talk about it tomorrow, I'll give it up now."
It seemed that the real person on the other end of the phone was here, so Mao Zhiyuan hung up the phone directly.
"Xiao meow..."
Yan Qing was just about to ask Miao Miao if any girls had joined her recently.
"Brother Qing, I am innocent!"
In fact, she had been listening to Yan Qing's phone call with open ears, and Miao Miaodang even held up the phone to prove her innocence.
Yan Qing saw that what was displayed on the screen was the recently added friend request on Miao Miaoweiyan, and the screen was filled with small red question marks.
Miao Miaojiao said naively: "Brother Qing, you can't rely on me. There have been too many people applying to me recently, and none of them have been approved."
Yan Qing waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay. Anyway, I am relying on Damao now. Maybe I can even give him a red thread and get him a marriage."
"Brother Qing, you are really damaging..."
Zhang Yameng turned around and spat: "Some random tricks!"
"I don't want to think about the long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart..."
Yan Qing lowered the brim of his hat and smiled sarcastically.
Instead of complaining further, Zhang Yameng just rolled her eyes at him, as if she was laughing at his choice of hat. Sima Zhao's heart was well known to everyone.
"Brother Damao has been single for many years... He is always laughed at, but Brother Qing also has good intentions..."
Finding an excuse to help Yan Qing, Miao Miao changed her gun: "Bold old Zhang, how dare you defy the boss, it seems that the Mid-Autumn Festival benefits I have prepared will be halved!"
"Meow meow, Lao Zhang doesn't dare..."
Obediently admitting her mistake, Zhang Yameng succumbed to the power of the female cat, and the car was full of joy.
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Shao Qing didn't plan to go back to the southern foot of Xiangshan Mountain in the evening. He probably thought that he would have to continue tomorrow anyway, so he would just spend the night at Weng Huaijing's place.
However, she recently prepared a set of luxurious CPB skin care products at Courtyard No. 1, Wanshou Temple Road, so she no longer has to continue to evaluate products for Zhou Peipei.
Lying on the sofa in the living room with a facial mask on, Shao Qing complained charmingly to Weng Huaijing, who was still wearing an old sweater and holding an electric guitar: "When can we move to a bigger house? Peppa always likes to cuddle up when she falls asleep at night.
It's annoying to touch me."
"Sister Qing, it's obviously you..." Zhou Peipei protested with a red face.
She didn't have the mind to care about the beauty in the living room. Weng Huaijing felt that she was almost ready. She took off her wireless headphones and stood up, turning on the electric speakers and electric guitar pickup placed on the balcony.
"An electric guitar melody with a strong electric vibration"
Weng Huaijing's psychedelic and ethereal singing voice wanders leisurely under the clear light of the moonlight:
『don't break my heart
gentle again
Don't want to see
Your silence
waiting alone
suffer in silence
joy is always
Appeared in my dream』
During the long night, during the breaks in practice, Weng Huaijing raised his head several times to look at the unfulfilled moon hanging in the night sky of the imperial capital.
With a faint hint of crimson in the corner of her eyes, she thought with gratitude: "It doesn't matter if the moon comes or goes, the moon shines brightly in the sky."