No. 18, Xuanwumenwai Street, Xicheng, Imperial Capital
JW Marriott Hotel Guangdong
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JW Marriott Guangdong is the five-star hotel closest to the National Grand Theater Concert Hall in a straight line. It is also the designated hotel for the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra's tour in the imperial capital.
Room 829 in the VIP Building, a garden suite upgraded by Yuan Yuyue at her own expense.
"Sister Yue'er, just because of this show, you are not willing to go to the reception organized by Chairman Chen of the Chinese Classical Musicians Association? You can watch it even if you come back tomorrow..."
Meng Yan, who was wearing a bright red backless evening dress, looked pitifully at Yuan Yuyue who was nestled on the sofa.
"I'm a violinist, not a socialite. Yan'er, you can go if you want. It's still too late."
After taking off her makeup and applying a facial mask, Yuan Yuyue was staring at the TV with all her attention, her tone carrying a slight sense of alienation.
Lifting the hem of her evening dress, Meng Yan took a lingering look at the brightly lit night view of the imperial capital with traffic rushing through the window. Then she glanced at the time on the screen of her mobile phone. She hesitantly turned to the TV screen:
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Yan Qing was sitting upright in front of the drum set, knocking out a series of rapid drum beats with ease.
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Meng Yan hesitated for a while and then walked to the sofa, with a pure smile on her face: "If you don't go, sister Yue'er, I think the reception will be meaningless..."
She carefully sat down on the front third of the sofa one meter away from Yuan Yuyue, looked at the TV screen and sighed:
"I didn't expect Yan Qing to know how to play drums. He is really versatile. He can play piano, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums... he can play all the instruments of the Rock and Roll YMCA..."
Seeing that Meng Yan chose to stay with her in the hotel and praised Yan Qing, Yuan Yuyue's conversation suddenly became more interesting.
She gathered up the hem of her silk nightgown and sat up, moved to Meng Yan's side, and said with a bright look on her face: "He likes classical music, and he knows many musical instruments. Naturally, he can play the violin. He can also play orchestral instruments.
You play the flute and the ocarina very well. Have you not watched the biopic "Li Yu"..."
"This episode will be performed soon. No wonder Sister Yue'er refuses to move away... Hey, Li Ni? Why are all the guests from male and female groups..."
Holding Yuan Yuyue's arm, Meng Yan focused her attention on the TV screen.
"Maybe it has something to do with the song "Seve" in the last issue. Didn't the program team's Whisper account give a preview? This issue will have a practice room version to teach the audience how to dance the ghost dance..."
For some unknown reason, Yuan Yuyue encouraged Meng Yan to join her: "Yan'er, you will learn with me later, and we will also make a video and send it to Whisper."
"Okay, we can put on evening clothes and dance with the piano..."
Meng Yan turned her bright eyes and nodded happily.
"Yan'er, you are so smart. Yes, I have already taken down the music score of "Seve" before. I asked the housekeeper to bring some scented candles to be arranged in the garden as a background later, and to take a video for us..."
After saying that, Yuan Yuyue happily kissed Meng Yan on the cheek.
"The performance has started, let's take a look first... Hey, Weng Huaijing is standing in front of the microphone. Could it be that Weng Huaijing is singing both songs in this episode..."
Yuan Yuyue's attention was firmly attracted by the TV, and she didn't notice the large blush emerging between the apple muscles on both sides of Meng Yan's pretty face.
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Shichahai
No. 233, Shibei Hutong
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It only took an hour and a half to complete the usual two hours of training. Yan Qing did not forget to run back to his building to take a quick shower, change into pajamas, and then trot back to the office building.
Before entering the building, Yan Qing took a few deep breaths quickly to relax his body as much as possible, then he walked around and pushed open the door of the conference room as if nothing had happened.
"The door opened very softly. I walked in and faced the TV. This is natural..."
The idea was perfect, but the reality was very skinny. After entering the door, Yan Qing's eyes were firmly locked by the picture on the TV screen:
Weng Huaijing had a bun, a pair of ripped jeans, and a men's white shirt on her upper body, with the hem tied into a bow around her waist, just like when Yan Qing saw her for the first time, vaguely revealing her beautiful waistcoat.
Wire.
With the piano accompaniment of Yan Qing off-screen, Weng Huaijing picked up the handful of Gesang flowers and played and sang to herself. Her melodious and slow singing voice was sad but not sad, with an indescribable intoxicating warmth:
"I'm wearing your clothes today
I didn’t keep you but you are still warm
Wandering between bitter and sweet
"This voice is really psychedelic and ethereal. Sister Fei's songs suit her so well... And the large-size men's white shirt that Bing Bong is wearing doesn't belong to me..."
Resisting the urge to blush, Yan Qing secretly glanced at the back row of the conference room while thinking wildly. Miao Miao was paying attention to the screen, while Zhang Yameng held the phone and winked at him slightly.
"I can't see through it"
These ambiguous eyes
love or affection
Borrow it for one night
All must be returned eventually
No need to be too greedy
When Weng Huaijing's low chanting and singing temporarily stopped and "Ambiguous" entered the interlude stage, Yan Qing announced his entrance openly and openly:
"Lao Zhang...I'm here. Hey, this is almost over. Didn't we all watch it during the recording? How come Mr. Miao is still so engrossed in watching it..."
"Ah, Brother Qing'er, here we come..."
Miao Miao's voice was a little unsure. She looked back and forth nervously at Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng: "Lao Zhang, have you found it? Tell me in a low voice if you have found it. If you haven't found it, forget it."
Yan Qing sat down on the empty conference chair next to Zhang Yameng. As usual, he was preparing to lean on the table and write something.
"I was in such a hurry when I came down that I forgot to bring the script script with me. They probably didn't notice."
Yan Qing turned around and glanced at Zhang Yameng, who was looking up something on his mobile phone while Miao Miao continued to stare at the close-up of Weng Huaijing on the TV screen.
"Meow meow, found it!"
As he spoke, Zhang Yameng put her head close to Miao Miao's ear, leaving a distance of about two fists.
"Lao Zhang, please keep your voice down. Don't let Brother Qing'er hear our girls' gossip."
Miao Miao blushed and brought her ears closer.
Zhang Yameng's whisper was as loud as a flying fly. Yan Qing, who had an absolute ear for music, could not hear what they were communicating at all. However, Miao Miao's reaction was obviously much happier.
"The east is not bright, the west is bright... The screen in Lao Zhang's hand is actually pointed at me, and it is still on, which makes me feel good..."
Yan Qing naturally adjusted her sitting posture, leaned on the backrest, and stared at Zhang Yameng's mobile phone screen:
"A product display webpage, the Lu family's 2019 autumn men's long-sleeved shirt...which means that the shirt Weng Huaijing is wearing is not "mine"..."
Yan Qing, who has become very good at managing expressions, feels a little disappointed and a little happy at the moment, which is very complicated.
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"Hesitating between seeming and yet far apart"
I can't see through these ambiguous eyes
Seems thick but still very light
The sky is gray and blue
want to say goodbye
It's not too late
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Someone's psychedelic and ethereal singing voice sounded in his ears again.
The gray-blue sky encountered in the Caochangdi Art Village on the North Fifth Ring Road;
That wisp of eyes that look like crying but not crying, and seem to be far away from each other;
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Scenes of scenes related to Weng Huaijing flowed in Yan Qing's mind again, and finally everything stopped at the words she confided between her brows and eyes: "Wait until I'm ready, okay?"
"Being burdened with a gloomy secret, I never thought I would be so close to someone... I also know that for a time traveler, this is a bit ridiculous. I feel like I own the whole world before I leave Novice Village, but at that moment, my whole body was filled with excitement.
The warmth and satisfaction made me want to climb onto the side of the Titanic and shout that I am the king of the world."
"Traveler" Yan Qing is still guilty and happy under his tried-and-true appearance, but the balance in his heart is gradually tilting to one end, and even those gloomy secrets are gradually being warmed and brightened.
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