"Wait a minute, let's put the matter about Ji Xianlin aside for a moment, let's figure it out first... Yan Qing, who did you write this song for?"
Shao Qing suddenly changed the subject, and the two people looking at each other had different reactions.
Weng Huaijing pretended to be cold, and there were a few strands of teasing smiles in the autumn water.
The emotions Yan Qing read from it were different from Li Kui's reaction when she asked for "Ambiguous". Professor Weng seemed much calmer and calmer.
"From "Ambiguous" to this song, Shao Qing's focus seems to have been on Wen Bong. Is he afraid that Xiao Ge will be wronged? There is something going on here...and it seems that she doesn't know about our agreement..."
With Linglong's thoughts in mind, Yan Qing had the same reaction as he did on the stage last time. He immediately gave him a warm and magnanimous look, and then turned to look at Shao Qing, who was wearing an off-white mid-sleeve suit and skirt.
Only then did Yan Qing notice that Shao Qing's makeup today was particularly delicate. A touch of light blush and rose-red sequined eyeshadow added a bit of charm and sexiness to her originally mature and elegant look.
Not caring at all that Ji Xianlin was still waiting for a reply, Shao Qing stuffed the phone back into her bag without haste, looking like she was supporting Weng Huaijing to complain.
"You can't help but want to cause trouble at a time like this? Ji Xianlin's troubles were obviously caused by her...the recording studio...it was the Yuan family who was behind it, so it doesn't matter. In the final analysis, it's still 'my' fault."
After thinking over and over again, Yan Qing chose to follow his heart.
"Sister Qing did a great job..."
Gao Yuan also helped: "Why did you become mute? You are a scumbag!"
"Yan Qing, I didn't notice it last week, it's only been more than five years...
Even the intellectual and elegant Su Meng came over. She put on a smile and brushed off Yan Qing's grimace: "You have forehead wrinkles."
As expected, with a thorny tone, Shao Qing asked: "Brother Qing, does this question bother you?"
"That's right...these three women all know what "I" have done wrong...it's a pity that none of them are easy to deal with."
While her thoughts were ups and downs, Yan Qing heard the sound of turning pages of a magazine behind her.
"Reverse the story? Is she communicating with me in this way? Actually... I really want an answer."
It was difficult to calm down, and Yan Qing's facial muscles responded extremely quickly.
Shao Qing and the others' expressions as they waited for Yan Qing's response were either sarcastic, provocative, or serious, while the image of the man sitting on the piano bench became increasingly lonely and dejected, with bloodshot eyes.
Yan Qing's vicissitudes of life and textured bass seem to be asking himself: "Who am I writing this for? In fact, it is some of the emotions accumulated during this period... suppressed to the point... that I can't restrain myself... and it comes from my feelings..."
He spoke very slowly and his voice was intermittent. Yan Qing slowly smiled bitterly and said quickly:
"As for Ji Xianlin, I specially adapted a jazz-oriented version for her, thinking about interpreting it from a third-person perspective..."
It seems fake yet real, and the complex blend of emotions helps Yan Qing perfectly express his depression and self-blame.
Su Meng, who had the softest heart, chose to lower her head. Yan Qing's sudden vulnerability made her unable to bear to look at her.
Gao Yuan's originally stubborn and provocative expression softened.
The attentive Shao Qing had already interpreted Weng Huaijing's metaphor and realized that she might have made a mistake out of desperation. She smiled with embarrassment and said: "Then I'll just call her back. I..."
Opening the gilt H buckle with his right hand, Shao Qing took out a handful of red python skin pattern Constance handbags with his left hand.
"Crack!"
Shao Qing held his cell phone to unlock it, and a lighter came out and smashed it directly on the wooden floor of the piano room.
A white dress with a scent of fragrance drifted past Yan Qing's eyes, it was the familiar scent of rosemary.
"Piano room!"
After scolding for a while, Weng Huaijing stretched his plain white arms to pick up the lighter and put it into Shao Qing's handbag.
The call was being connected, and Shao Qing, who had no intention of smoking at all, looked helplessly at Weng Huai.
"If you want to come over, just come over. Fortunately, Shao Qing brought a lighter, otherwise... ugh~ ugh!"
Gao Yuan's ruthless revelation was covered by Su Meng's mouth.
Professor Weng's eyes were full of peach blossoms, and Xiafei turned her cheeks away from Gao Yuan, trying to be tough but still trying to stop talking. In the end, she bit her lip lightly and glared at Yan Qing.
"She really cares about me..."
What Yan Qing saw out of the corner of his eye was Weng Huaijing, whose eyes were like autumn water, and who was shy about speaking, with an aura that made him thrilling. He took a few deep breaths to stop his heart from beating so fast.
"Xian Lin, our brother Qing has prepared a song for you."
Before the two of them had time to flirt, Shao Qing's overseas call to Ji Xianlin was answered.
"Yes, there are demos. We are in the piano room of Huaijing Studio now."
His eyes naturally turned to Shao Qing, and Yan Qing indicated with his eyes that he had something to say.
"Xianlin, I'm going to open it to the public first... Don't worry, I've prepared a recorder here, and I'll send you a demo soon."
Turning the phone into speaker mode, Shao Qing took a few steps closer to Yan Qing knowingly.
"Hello, Teacher Ji, I am Yan Qing."
Yan Qing, who was sitting on the piano bench, also moved a little closer to the phone.
"ne voit pas pendant longtemps!"
Ji Xianlin switches languages freely, and Ji Xianlin's voice is even more lazy and sexy through the distortion amplification of the speakers: "Our three-time Best Actor...Teacher Yan Qing!"
"French? How come "I" have interacted with her? The three gold medals refer to Montreal, Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers, Huabiao Bar, Montreal~French-speaking Quebec. Could it be that she was the award guest that year..."
His heart skipped a beat, and under three different looks, Yan Qing carefully chose to continue: "Salut, sa va...Teacher Ji's style is still the same." (Spoken greeting among acquaintances)
"But her style is still the same. She is still called Miss Envy in the square of Notre-Dame Cathedral, but she has become Teacher Ji at an old age."
Shao Qing's eyes were full of surprise and a little disappointed.
Gao Yuan's red lips twitched with round almond-shaped eyes, as if she was silently scorning a certain scumbag.
Su Meng frowned lightly.
As for Weng Huaijing, Yan Qing, feeling guilty, did not dare to observe her expression with his peripheral vision.
"Notre Dame Cathedral... That's right... I have noticed before that the Montreal International Film Festival is held from August 25th to September 4th every year. When I won the award in 2012, I probably didn't know Hum. Hum, at most it’s just that you can’t stop talking.”
Yan Qing's mind was spinning, and he answered half a sentence: "c'est pas bon...(French spoken ~ This is not good~)"
"At that time, did you think I was interested in you and that's why you refused to leave your contact information?" Ji Xianlin interrupted his response.
"Can you please stop being so ambiguous when you speak... It makes me think of another story about Mrs. Cow looking at the stars and the moon."
Suddenly Yan Qing felt the pressure around him relax, and his tone remained unchanged: "Actually, it doesn't count..."
"Maybe I was too enthusiastic..."
Ji Xianlin recalled the story of how the two met on the phone:
"The reason why I'm pestering you is because it's really unexpected. I'm too curious..."
Thinking that the crisis had been resolved, Yan Qing complained secretly: "Didn't Shao Qing say that there was an emergency on her side? Why didn't Ji Xianlin show any signs of panic?"
"You were holding your ukulele and playing and singing to yourself in the corner of the square. What you sang was a song I had never heard before...a pure and charming French chanson..."
Ji Xianlin said something shocking on the phone: "Who else would have thought that... Yan Qing, who was causing a huge uproar in China at that time, avoided Montreal."
"What? It's not 2012, but 2013! This time... buzz buzz..."
Yan Qing looked straight at Weng Huaijing, her bottomless eyes overflowing with unconcealable tenderness, sweetness and overwhelming shyness.
Professor Weng was completely defeated by this sudden interlacing of eyes, and she took the initiative to look away.
"Do you know that I know Ji Xianlin? Or does the story of "me" and her originate in Montreal?"
"That's enough gossip, Brother Qing, I'm ready to listen to your demo."
Little did Ji Xianlin know that his few words would cause so many waves in Yan Qing's heart.
"Sister Xianlin, I have to say first that the original version of this song was guava, and this version..."
Yan Qing turned his head to look at Su Meng and Gao Yuan. He ignored the voice on the phone: "Guava, country music... I'm really good at it."
"Mengmeng, this song also brought me inspiration for a script. I want to make an appointment with you to ask you some knowledge about the fashion industry. The guava version... She will sing it. It is very suitable for the theme song of the movie."
After taking a long look at Weng Huai, Su Meng nodded in agreement with a smile.
Ji Xianlin on the other end of the phone said anxiously: "What about me? Can you sing the theme song for me? I can do it very cheaply!"
"With your lazy, casual voice, it's all just an act..."
While complaining silently, Yan Qing leaned close to the phone in Shao Qing's hand and said calmly: "Teacher Ji, I made you a version with a more petty bourgeois jazz style. The melody and arrangement are completely different. Do you want to listen to the demo now?"
The voice from the phone returned to a lazy and sexy jazz voice: "That's better than nothing, Sir Petty Bourgeoisie, is that the English chanson style?"
Yan Qing nodded and lowered his eyebrows: "You can also interpret it this way."
Ji Xianlin asked softly: "Can I listen to the original version first?"
Yan Qing raised his head and looked around. Su Meng and Gao Yuan were leaning on the left side of the piano, Shao Qing was standing next to the right side of the piano bench, and Weng Huai was standing two steps away from her.
For this song, which made Yan Qing fall into loneliness and depression, the four people seemed to have different levels of expectations in their expressions.
"Then let's listen to them all. The demo only has piano accompaniment. In fact, the main instrument in the arrangement is ukulele or A-type guitar..."