Chapter 134 One Song Three Versions (Monday Monthly Pass)
Putting his palms on the keys, Yan Qing turned his sitting posture more than ten degrees to the right and looked up at Weng Huaijing. His slender fingers started with a set of bass column chords and flexibly moved on the black and white keys.
Quickly pull out a cadenza, and the cheerful and exciting prelude melody roars out from the huge resonating soundboard of Bösendorfer 290.
After the cadenza, several groups of pillar chords are repeated in a loop, and Yan Qing's clean and clear alto accurately cuts into the accompaniment:
『her face is a map of the world (paraphrase: her face contains the beauty of the world)
is a map of the world (containing unparalleled beauty)
you can see she’s a beautiful girl
shes a beautiful girl
and everything around her is a silver pool of light (where she is is filled with light)
the people who surround her feel the benefit of it (the fragrance lingers between her comings and goings)
it makes you calm(Her breath is soothing and peaceful)
she holds you captivated in her palm (she is extremely young and breathtaking)"
As Yan Qing sang, the three sets of eyes unconsciously shifted from him to Weng Huaijing.
Professor Weng's expression was rare without any hint of timidity, and she stood proudly facing these complicated eyes.
The singing voice becomes clearer and clearer as the melody rises, naturally moving into the high register:
『suddenly i see(only a fleeting glimpse)
this is what i wanna be(I have nothing else to ask for)
suddenly i see(just a fleeting glance)
why the hell it means so much to me (there is a true meaning in this that I have forgotten to discern)
this is what i wanna be(I have nothing else to ask for)
suddenly i see (just a fleeting glance)
why the hell it means so much to me (there is a true meaning in this that I have forgotten to discern)"
Hearing this chorus, Shao Qing and Su Meng's faces were full of aunty smiles, and Gao Yuan murmured in a low voice: "What have you been doing all these years?"
Yan Qing closed his eyes and changed the melody of the accompaniment. The originally cheerful and exciting rhythm became hazy and elegant, full of romantic feelings.
As the interlude got stuck, Ji Xianlin's expectant voice came from the other end of the phone: "The chanson version is here!"
Entering the second verse of the verse, Yan Qing's originally clear alto turned into a tender voice, like the murmur of love, like the sigh of lovesickness, sometimes warm and lingering, sometimes shyly whispering, vague, ethereal, like a piece of prose. Poetically speaking:
and i feel like walking the world (I want to have her and appreciate the beauty of the world)
like walking the world (if you have her, you have the whole world)
and you can hear shes a beautiful girl(then you can hear me singing about her beauty)
shes a beautiful girl
she fills up every corner like shes born in black and white (She blooms in the world, just like the cycle of day and night.)
makes you feel warmer when you’re trying to remember what you heard (when you are trying to recall what you saw and heard, she makes you feel warm)
she likes to leave you hanging on a wire
(When she left, you were devastated.)
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Shao Qing raised his dark eyebrows at Weng Huai.
Su Meng lowered his head and smiled without saying a word.
Only Gao Yuan muttered in a low voice: "The scumbag is really shameless, who left whom?"
"Listen to what Gao Yuan means, it was "I" who abandoned Bing Bing in New York. This is very similar to Lu Chuan's first choice."
Silently memorizing Gao Yuan's complaints, Yan Qing repeated the complete chorus with a bourgeois jazz voice, and then he played several sets of completely different chords at will.
The melody sounds simple and light at first glance, but Yan Qing performs the switching between chords in an extraordinarily uninhibited way, with a rich samba flavor.
"This is bossanova! Oh my god, you've got a third version."
Ji Xianlin, whose music style has always been at the forefront of trends, heard clues from the changes in melody.
Looking up at Weng Huaijing in a grand manner, Yan Qing's voice carried a lazy and casual temperament:
and shes taller than most,and shes looking at me
(As long as she can look at me, she is above everything else to me)
i can see her eyes looking from a page of the magazine (I can see that she is looking at a page in the magazine seriously)
Weng Huaijing's face turned red at this moment, and Yan Qing actually teased her in the lyrics about her embarrassing state of flipping through the pages of a magazine.
Yan Qing sang the lyrics in a casual and natural voice, as if they were vowing to each other:
she makes me feel like i could be a tower (she makes me feel like I want to be a castle)
a big strong tower yeah (a huge, solid castle that surrounds her and protects her, yeah~)
Yan Qing closed his eyes again, as if with endless aftertaste, he repeated the end of the song five times:
『she got』the power to be
(She releases her power)
the power to give
(Give me strength)
the power to see
(Let me see through all the false power)
yeah Yeah』
The ending section continues to sink in as the chords and lyrics repeat in a loop until they become inaudible.
The piano room was quiet, with the occasional noise from the speaker of Shao Qing's mobile phone becoming the only source of sound.
Opening his eyes, Yan Qing found that Shao Qing and the other three were staring down at their toes in a tacit understanding, leaving the vast field of vision in the piano room to Weng Huaijing alone.
Yan Qing felt as if she was in the Caochangdi Flashing Star Recording Studio again. Weng Huai looked like she was crying but not crying. She bit her lips lightly. Her emotions were bitter and sweet. Her eyes looked at each other in a state of seeming separation.
This feeling is like that wisp of rosemary, which is both strong and light.
The good times didn't last long, and Ji Xianlin's voice broke this beautiful scene.
"Brother Qing, I have a strong intuition that the girl in the song must be right in front of you, right?"
Yan Qing's face turned red, and he smiled and said nothing.
"Yes, I was right in front of him, the whole time."
Shao Qing replied in a charming voice: "I held the phone for you Xianlin the whole time, my hands are sore."
The words that came to Ji Xianlin's throat on the other end of the phone were immediately blocked by her.
The five people in the piano room smiled knowingly.
"Shao Qing, please stop making trouble..."
After a long while, Ji Xianlin said leisurely: "I planned to buy that chanson back then, but you told me that the song was written to coax a girl and would only be left to her to sing."
"French chanson? Which song is it?"
In his heart, he wished that Ji Xianlin could hum a few lines. Yan Qing tried to say: "Without that song, there is no loss for you. The position of diva is not secure yet."
Yan Qing glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Shao Qing step back with his mobile phone, approaching Weng Huaijing and whispering something, and then Professor Weng, who was still shy about speaking, nodded slightly.
"I must be asking about that song. It seems that Bing Bing often plays it at home... Shao Qing's hand is still covering her mouth. Is she guarding against Ji Xianlin or me?"
"Brother Qing, a gentleman should not take away others' favors. I originally wanted to create two different versions of a song to perform at the opening show of New York's 2020 Spring and Summer Fashion Week on the 31st. In fact, there will be more
Time, I suggest you…”
Ji Xianlin's voice was interrupted by her own chuckle, and she continued after a while:
"I solemnly suggest that you ask what the attitude of the lucky girl in front of you is. If she is unwilling to hand over the last two editions of "Suddenly i See" to me, then I will find a way myself..."
There were several different voices on the other end of the phone, mixed in English and French. Ji Xianlin seemed to have encountered something else, so she hurriedly added the last sentence:
"By the way, remember to send me your Kapok Foundation's fundraising account...au revoir!"
"Is she hinting at something? Or maybe she actually knows something about Weng Huaijing and I, and I feel that Ji Xianlin's words have some subtle meaning."
"au revoir!"
He said goodbye in French, and after hanging up the phone, Yan Qing thought over Ji Xianlin's words over and over in his mind. At the same time, he glanced at Weng Huaijing frequently with an innocent face, as if asking for her opinion.
After Gao Yuan and Su Meng exchanged a few words, their eyes softened a bit when they looked at Yan Qing.
With a smile on his face, Su Meng said with deep meaning: "Kapok? This is a good name, more subtle than hibiscus..."
Shao Qing couldn't help teasing him: "This Ji Xianlin is quite particular, and he's looking forward to it, so just say something, he's still looking at you."
Lowering his head and slowly turning his back, Weng Huaijing squeezed out a sentence amidst a few good-natured laughs: "It's fine for him to make his own decision."
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On the way back to the nanny's car, Yan Qing found two extra things on her person, a copy of the October sample issue of "Vogue Clothing and Beauty" and a Bluetooth wireless headset.
"This is what the Kapok Healthy Growth Fund originally meant... With this residual rosemary scent, the headphones are buzzing. Is it because of "Moonlight"? She recently started practicing Debussy's "Moonlight"
moonlight"…"
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ps:《suddenly i see》
ballad original version: kt tunstall
Petty bourgeoisie jazz version:kate ceberano
bossa nova version: gabriella ross
Lyricist and composer: kt tunstall
Arranger:steve osbourne
ballad's first album: "eye to the telescope" in 2004
ps2: Recommend this niche novel focusing on piano ~ "My Piano Is Fraudulent"