"The eyebrows look like weeping but not like weeping"
I can’t tell you what else I’m praying for.』
The close-up of the screen turned to the upright piano at the bottom of the stage. Yan Qing was humming the lyrics. He was sharing his creative ideas for the song "Ambiguous":
"This lyric should be regarded as the original source of inspiration for "Ambiguous". We all know... many times a just right look or expression can hit people's hearts more than gorgeous words, just like this..."
After speaking, facing the camera, Yan Qing mobilized his facial muscles and slowly formed an expression:
His eyes were filled with a trace of neither deep nor light sorrow, and there seemed to be a thousand words he wanted to express between his brows. The words seemed to be blurted out when he reached his lips. His thin lips moved a few times but he lost his voice.
"Maybe... maybe... Professor Weng... Professor Weng's explanation will be more vivid..."
This was probably due to the lack of interactive feedback in a one-man show, so Yan Qing, with an embarrassed look on his face, added the last sentence in a sarcastic tone.
Across an upright piano, the camera pulled back seven or eight steps, and Weng Huaijing, who was holding an acoustic guitar with the same expression as before, returned to the center of the screen. She did not answer Yan Qing's words, but just sang a cappella:
"Stay with you
Breathing smoke rings softly
to lips
Can't express satisfaction"
Standing in the center of the stage, Weng Huaijing lightly strummed the strings with a pick, and played three sets of chords with the fingertips of her left hand. She continued to sing calmly:
"Your tenderness
How can it be captured
getting closer
But never contact
The reaction was quick, Yan Qing's expression changed as Weng Huaijing sang a cappella, and the black and white piano keys under her hands immediately followed her accompaniment.
It's a pity that the man has no intention of being in love with the concubine. Weng Huaijing only sang two bars before he opened his mouth to analyze the meaning of the lyrics of "Ambiguous":
"Even second-hand smoke makes people happy and satisfied. They know that they can touch tenderness if they get closer, but they don't dare to pierce the window paper. These two lyrics express the hidden and depressive feeling in an unconventional way. Admire…”
In the close-up of the camera, Weng Huaijing's sharp eyebrows are slightly trembling, his thick eyelashes are trembling, and the corners of his narrow and slightly upturned eyes are flushed, showing a peach blossom.
At the same time, a round head poked out from behind the upright piano pictured at the top of the screen. Yan Qing stopped playing and listened quietly. His eyes when looking at the camera were full of tenderness.
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Pantech 894 Skyline 98th Floor
Think Tank Center
…
In the only conference room with the lights still on, the LCD TV was playing the demo review of the fourth issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."
"It's a pity that although Weng Huaijing's song chose our story, the lyrics and other concepts are completely different..."
Looking at the TV screen, Han Shuhui looked regretful.
"There is nothing to regret, Teacher Han. At least it proves that our strategic direction is correct...I am not so eager for quick success...The poison pill plan tests people's patience the most..."
Yuan Yuqiu poked his head out of the opened "Two or Three Things Related to Ambiguity" to comfort Han Shuhui. He raised the script in his hand with a smile on his face:
"Our story is really good. If we think about it optimistically, it can also help us lay some foundation for watching movies in the future."
"Mr. Yuan, this issue is a bit strange. Poison Pill No. 43 was clearly chosen by the target himself. Why does this song feel like..."
Han Shuhui pushed up the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose and looked back and forth between Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing on the screen.
"There must be something wrong with Lang Qing's concubine! The target must have deliberately switched it to Weng Huaijing to sing it. It's a bit tailor-made. The two of them can't really have anything, right? Let's talk about the operation of our team leader Han last week It’s really a stroke of genius.”
The deputy team leader Li Shumin, who had always been at odds with Han Shuhui, suddenly screamed and made Yuan Yuqiu laugh, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became cheerful.
Only Han Shuhui scolded angrily: "Li Shumin, can you be less yin and yang?"
Looking away from Weng Huaijing, who was standing upright and proud on the screen, Yuan Yuqiu glanced at Helen, who was also expressionless. He smiled and comforted: "Teacher Han, don't worry, the target is not the same as this three-layer powerful refrigeration refrigerator."
Most handsome women can't create sparks. At that time, Zhou Shuheng took this idea for granted, and it was also my fault that I wanted to disgust him too much..."
"It seems that I have overthought it. This Li Shumo is still using my mistakes in decision-making to stir up trouble. Fortunately, Mr. Yuan doesn't pursue it...it's no big deal. I have to be more cautious in making such decisions in the future."
Hearing that Yuan Yuqiu finally put the pot back on Zhou Shuhuan's head, who had been dismissed, Han Shuhui immediately felt relieved. He smiled and said to Yuan Yuqiu:
"Mr. Yuan, this episode was recorded last weekend, when the poison pill plan was just launched. The further we go back in time, the higher the chance they will choose the poison pill..."
Seeing Yuan Yuqiu nodding in approval and looking full of expectation, Han Shuhui made a strong effort:
"We have to hide this book in your hand for a while. When we have enough materials, we can show it off with them. When it is made into a movie and released in the future, we can still take advantage of the show's popularity. How can we
It won’t be a loss…”
"Well said... He may make a small profit, but I will never lose money..."
Yuan Yuqiu stood up, held Han Shuhui's hand, and patted his shoulder affectionately with his left hand to comfort him:
"I personally very much recognize the achievements of the Hengyi project team during this period. The group and Academician Cui have also given a lot of support. In short, Teacher Han, you can just go ahead and do it without worrying so much..."
While talking and looking around, Yuan Yuqiu carefully took care of every researcher who stayed in the conference room to work overtime. He even remembered giving Yin Eunhui a gentle smile alone.
"You guys can get off work after your hard work. I have to watch it before leaving. After all, my mother, Professor Yu, loves this show very much. My son cannot have nothing in common with her."
Yuan Yuqiu's self-deprecation made everyone smile knowingly.
"Mr. Yuan, it's okay. If we watch it together here, we won't have to spend money to watch it on demand when we go home. This is a company benefit and it's not hard at all."
A young researcher saw the right moment and got it done.
Except for Yin Eun-hye, who was blushing and heart-beating, but did not laugh, the conference room burst into laughter. Han Shuhui waved his hands and praised:
"What Xiao He said makes sense. Reducing the number of views by a few will also weaken the enemy."
"It turns out that these grandsons watch Yan Qing's program every Saturday after get off work!"
Yuan Yuqiu hid her thoughts, repackaged the script in her hand and handed it back to Helen.
Watching her get up and pack her things, Yuan Yuqiu pretended to look at the TV screen as if nothing had happened. This was the rehearsal period of the band playing another song by Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing.
In the later stage, the program team cut out the rehearsal sound sources as usual, and occasionally a few melodies and Weng Huaijing's psychedelic voice leaked out.
After taking a look at the conference room, there were many members of the project team except Helen who said sorry and got up and left. He raised his eyebrows and pretended to smile casually: "This song feels like that rock song, right? Why is Weng Huaijing still singing?"
"
Seeing that Yuan Yuqiu didn't care and even took the initiative to discuss the content of the program, the researchers in the conference room couldn't help but finally let themselves go to discuss.