"Shao Qing! Xian Lin? She came into the house while talking on the phone. Oh yes, it should be Ji Xianlin! Su Meng and Gao Yuan will soon find out that I am eavesdropping... What should I do? I have to calm down quickly!"
Putting his hands into his sweatshirt pockets and trying to pinch himself to stay calm, Yan Qing accidentally touched the pair of wireless headphones he had taken off before. At this moment, his brain's speed reached its peak.
It was too late, but it was too late. Before Yan Qing could wait, Su Meng's response was already heard: "Shao Qing, are you all done over there?"
"Yuan'er, Mengmeng, what are you talking about with Jinger?"
Raising her cell phone, Shao Qing greeted Su Meng and the two of them affectionately, and she continued on the phone: "Let our brother Qing communicate with you directly... Don't worry, he is very particular about what he does."
"What?"
"What?"
Su Meng and Gao Yuan, who stood up, asked in unison. They looked around suspiciously, and even Weng Huaijing, who was sitting upright, turned his head and cast a confused glance.
Shao Qing, who didn't know what was going on, pursed her lips at Yan Qing's back on the other side of the piano. She asked curiously: "Yan Qing? What is he doing, so focused?"
"Yan Qing? Is he always in the piano room? What does this mean!"
"Scumbag, he must have been eavesdropping on us!"
Su Meng and Gao Yuan looked in the direction of Shao Qing's mouth, and they quickly walked around to the other side of the piano. They found Yan Qing with his eyes closed and an expression of enjoyment on his face. He was holding his hands flat in front of the piano, and his fingers were moving rapidly. .
"What are you pretending to be, you scumbag?"
Gao Yuan rushed towards Yan Qing, and seeing her posture, she planned to push the scumbag.
"Xianlin, I'm sorry, wait a moment, I'll be ready right here...wait! Yuan'er, don't be impulsive."
Without bothering to explain, Shao Qing quickly stepped forward and hugged the agitated Gao Yuan.
Even Weng Huaijing slowly walked out from behind the grand piano with a sample magazine rolled up.
As a result, Yan Qing was pushed back half a step to the right by Gao Yuan, and then he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her in confusion.
"Gao Yuan, what did you say?"
The voice was a little loud, and Yan Qing soon realized something, smiled apologetically, and reached out to take off the in-ear noise-cancelling Bluetooth headphones from his ears.
"I'm sorry, I just finished chatting with Principal Deng and the others and had nothing to do for a while. Someone happened to leave a pair of earphones, which were playing some Biaodesi songs. Then I saw this Bösendorfer 290. For a moment, I couldn't help it, so I stood here and played the piano."
His tone returned to normal, and when he spoke again, Yan Qing's expression was full of sincerity, with just the right amount of embarrassment.
"You mean you've been wearing this pair of headphones and amusing yourself here pretending to play the piano?"
Gao Yuan looked at the headphones in Yan Qing's hand suspiciously.
"This piano is still brand new. I haven't asked the owner. I can only live my life like this. Anyway, there is the sound of the piano in the headphones, so I won't play the wrong note."
After explaining, Yan Qing smiled calmly and calmly.
"Give me the headphones."
Gao Yuan snatched the headphones from Yan Qing's hands and took them on with disdain. She looked up and down at the reaction of a certain scumbag with suspicion.
"It's really piano music..."
After that, Gao Yuan took off one of her earphones and continued to stare at Yan Qing provocatively: "Why should I believe you..."
"Yuan'er, is the melody you hear now like this?"
Weng Huaijing and Shi Shiran sat down on the piano stool. She played a few fragmentary sets of major chords, and one could faintly hear some soothing warmth and tranquility in the melody.
"Hey, it looks decent... How did you do it, Jinger..."
Gao Yuan, who frowned and didn't understand the music, was obviously confused. Her confused eyes quickly moved between Weng Huaijing, the piano, and Yan Qing: "After a long pause, I can still keep up with the rhythm in the headphones..."
"His hand shape just now was playing Debussy's "Moonlight."
The cold and concise reply failed to help Gao Yuan successfully solve her doubts, but Weng Huaijing stood up and took a few steps back. She looked down at the sample magazine in her hand and said nothing.
"so what?"
Gao Yuan glanced blankly at Hui Weng Huai Jing, and Gao Yuan glanced at Shao Qing and Su Meng who were in theater-watching mode. She asked in confusion: "Do you both understand?"
"No, but I think you three are very cute..." Su Meng smiled like a spring breeze blowing on his face.
"I just hung up the phone...I think I will be very busy for a while..."
After speaking hastily, Shao Qing narrowly winked at Weng Huaijing.
"Weng... Xiaoge... she just deliberately missed the time and skipped the more than forty seconds of pause in the middle..."
Yan Qing's ability to seize opportunities is quite good, and he answered the call in time: "As long as what you hear in the headphones is consistent with the music she plays, it will prove that I am not lying..."
Yan Qing pointed at the keys and stared at Weng Huaijing in a rare and generous manner.
"Xiaoge, I would like to borrow it...is it convenient?"
Weng Huaijing closed his eyes lightly in response.
Yan Qing sat down at attention, his hands eagerly dancing between the 97 black and white keys, the rhythm of his fingertips changing regularly with the emotions on his face.
While the keys were flying, the hammer at the end of the action struck the strings, and the Bösendorfer 290 speakers roared, and the song "Moonlight" gurgled out.
The major chords express the warmth and tranquility of the moonlight, and several groups of irregular chords add to the sense of mystery. The melody renders a strong hazy and beautiful artistic conception. Yan Qing performed this "Moonlight Song" with ease and ease. Wonderful concert-like effect.
"It sounds exactly the same. It seems... I did blame you wrongly, you scumbag..."
Although her words were harsh, Gao Yuan listened for a while longer, then she took the initiative to put the earphones back into Yan Qing's sweater pocket.
He stopped playing when he was ready, and Yan Qing calmly stopped playing.
He stood up and looked around naturally. Weng Huaijing, who was wearing a plain white jumpsuit and wide-leg trousers, was looking down at the magazine cover and thinking about something. The light coming from the window made her pretty profile look particularly delicate and lovely. people.
"No powder is applied, but the color is like the moon reflecting the snow, and the fluttering white clothes make the aura seem to be out of the world."
Silently suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yan Qing just fixed his gaze on this startling glimpse.
For a long time, until Weng Huaijing could no longer ignore his gaze, Professor Weng glanced at Yan Qing lightly and shyly blocked the sample magazine in his hand.
"It turns out that she has been in a daze looking at that cover photo. She looks so cute like this."
Yan Qing made subjective assumptions without any principles.
"Brother Qing, Ji Xianlin called to ask about the song. It seems that there was some temporary situation. The title song we agreed to be used in the United States. She was very anxious and didn't wait long... "
Leaning on the expensive Bösendorfer Imperial grand piano, Shao Qing's attention was always wandering between Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing as she spoke. She asked playfully: "The situation here was really chaotic just now. The song you wrote for her Are you ready?"
"Ji Xianlin...English songs...rhythm and blues, country music diva..."
He hovered his hands over the keys again, and Yan Qing dared to continue gazing tenderly at Weng Huaijing's side face. He replied to Shao Qing sanctimoniously: "Do you want it now? Then please call her again, Sister Qing."
Shao Qing picked up her phone and was about to dial a number. She seemed to be thinking about something, so she asked casually: "Have you decided on a name?"
"The name of this song is..."
Yan Qing, whose eyes were filled with admiration for Weng Huai, replied in a deep voice: "Suddenly i see!"
"Xin Yada's translator is here~a surprising glimpse?"
Weng Huaijing raised his head when he heard the sound, and their eyes met again, but the irresistible Yan Qing refused to give in.