Imperial Capital·West Fifth Ring Road·Southern Foot of Xishan Mountain
Villa No. 9 in Xiangshan Yishu Single-family Area
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The pre-treatment room at the junction of the kitchen and dining room on the first floor is filled with people, chattering, laughing and chattering.
"Sister Qing, crayfish is so fun. Look, it caught my glove!"
Xu Moer's right hand, wrapped in a latex glove, held up its orchid fingers. A plump crayfish tightly clamped the rubber tip of her index finger and was twitching its tail vigorously.
"Sister Miao Miao, are you buying too much shrimp? There are only eight of us in total, and it weighs thirty kilograms."
Zhou Peipei and Miao Miao were busy taking out crayfish one after another from the sink, which had been rinsed many times.
From the window between the pre-processing area and the kitchen came the aroma of green onions, shredded ginger, perilla, bay leaves, star anise, cinnamon and other aniseed ingredients stir-fried in oil.
"Probably not, Pepe, smell this smell, emm..."
Taking a deep breath, Miao Miao, who was standing on the small bench, was busy catching shrimps and swallowing her saliva: "It's so delicious! The shrimp tails made by Yuan'er must be delicious! Lao Zhang has praised it many times."
Shao Qing, who was the only one watching the excitement with his hands folded, dodged and said, "Mo'er, put it back quickly. Sister Miaomiao and Sister Peipei are preparing to transport shrimps to the kitchen again."
Zhou Peipei also caught the last shrimp in the tank that was trying to escape from the tiger's mouth and put it back into the bucket.
Li Hanyuan, who was wearing a cook's bib and wearing latex gloves, leaned out from the kitchen holding a spoon: "Meow meow, Brother Qing can eat spicy food very well, right?"
"How did Brother Qing get rid of his spicy habit? Did he change his eating habits because of Sister Jing or something..."
The kitchen was similarly dressed, and Zhang Yameng was thinking secretly as he brushed the crayfish.
Miao Miao's soft and waxy complaining voice came to her ears.
"Pepe, don't lift the bucket so high~ It's so tiring to step on your feet!"
While talking and laughing, Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei carried another bucket of rinsed crayfish into the kitchen.
"Yuan'er, I think it's better to forget it..."
Taking off her latex gloves, Miao Miao clapped her hands and returned to Li Hanyuan panting: "For some reason, he has been taking care of himself a lot recently. He used to be really hot and happy~"
"Okay, then I'll make a few more non-spicy garlic steamed shrimps. I hope it tastes light to my sister..."
Li Hanyuan continued to handle the marinade in her hands, and she replied softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyao, Peipei, you go and have a rest, and leave the rest to me."
"Great...then let's just wait and enjoy."
Miao Miao took the initiative to pick up Zhou Peipei, and the two reluctantly smelled the aroma of the brine before turning around and going out.
“Flavored shrimp, fried shrimp in oil, steamed shrimp, shrimp tail…”
Seeing Miao Miao and the others walking towards the living room, still mumbling something in their mouths, Zhang Yameng couldn't help but snicker.
"Two gluttons, Han Yuan, just do it normally..."
Throwing the last clean crayfish into the bucket, Zhang Yameng whispered, "Didn't Peipei tell you? Sister Jing almost always eats vegetarian food at night."
"I haven't had dinner with Sister Jing yet..."
Touching her flat belly, Li Hanyuan said thoughtfully: "She has such a good figure, but she is so demanding of herself!"
"Sister Jing, I have always been strict with myself and lenient with others..."
Zhang Yameng spoke softly and comforted her: "Han Yuan, you have just met her, so don't feel pressured. After getting along with her for a long time, she is actually a very gentle person."
Seeing that the preparation work was almost completed, Li Hanyuan started to fry the shrimp skillfully.
"Okay, by the way, you're going to be on TV tonight. Lao Zhang, are you ready?"
While chatting, Li Hanyuan quickly took out a plate of oil-fried shrimps.
"I'm ready to meet you all."
Zhang Yameng selected the dishes and said calmly: "And she..."
…silence…
"Lao Zhang, Sister Jing'er and Brother Qing are recording songs over there...Why is everyone so accustomed to it? Aren't they embarrassed?"
Finally, she couldn't hold it back and asked Zhang Yameng, who was doing the finishing work of preparing food next to her: "I feel that Director Liu and the others have been talking about it these two days of recording the show. Did I miss something? Obviously every episode before
I follow all the programs."
"Your boss and my boss, they used to have that kind of relationship..."
After the food preparation was completed, Zhang Yameng winked. Faced with Li Hanyuan's hindsight, she waved her hands indifferently and said: "Xiao Miao is too lazy to bother with Brother Qing, so let's not disturb them.
"No wonder Sister Qing mysteriously said something to me. Just live with Brother Qing and treat me like your own home..."
Acting awkwardly, Li Hanyuan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment: "I dare you to think that she treats me as a dowry maid..."
"You take on the important task of helping your boss spy on men..."
Taking off her gloves, Zhang Yameng carefully cleaned her hands under the faucet. She said with a teasing voice: "Don't even think about marrying me. You must know that Sister Jing is a Scorpio like me, and she is the most vindictive about certain things!"
"Yes, Sister Jing is just one day older than you, but she seems to have a very calm personality."
While chatting, Li Hanyuan neatly stacked the plump crayfish in the pressure steamer.
"Women are very good at disguising themselves. Sister Jing is the best actress rated by the academy..."
After wiping her hands clean, Zhang Yameng stopped chatting and asked worriedly: "Can you really do it alone? I have to go to the study to continue preparing for next week's barrage interactive copy."
"Go ahead, be sure to give me more candies from Brother Qing and Sister Jing when you go back tonight."
Easily operating two stoves in two lines, Li Hanyuan said there was no pressure.
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empty living room
The quartz clock on the wall points to four o'clock
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The coffee table was piled with Miao Miao's favorite fruits and snacks, but unfortunately no one cared about them.
"Crack!"
Shao Qing, a gifted entertainer who has always kept his finger off the table, stood proudly at the entrance with a smile on his face. Her eyes were looking forward to Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei, who were returning from washing their hands.
Her flaming red lips puffed out curls of smoke, and she said charmingly: "How embarrassing. I said I was treating guests to dinner, but in the end I had to do it myself..."
"Yuan'er and Lao Zhang were all busy, and Peipei, Mo'er, I just played in the water for a while."
Miao Miao shyly waved her hand not to take credit. After looking around, she asked with concern: "Where is Mo'er?"
"Come here and sit down for a while, little meow..."
Holding a cigarette and walking towards the sofa, Shao Qing rushed to the stairwell and replied: "Mo'er is taking a bath on the second floor, and her hair got wet due to fun. She has been staying here for the past few nights, by the way, Peipei."
If you want to take a shower, you can go to the third floor."
Zhou Peipei is still recalling the alluring aroma of the brine: "Sister Yuan'er and Lao Zhang are very virtuous. Unlike me, they only know sandwich, salad and pasta..."
"I can only make Cantonese dim sum that Brother Qing doesn't like to eat..."
Miao Miao rushed to Shao Qing's side and said with a happy face: "Huh, I have Yuan'er and Lao Zhang living with me, and they eat well every day. I'm so happy."
"A heartless girl, she just knows how to eat..."
Shao Qing lovingly rubbed the dull hair on Miao Miao's head: "Xiao Miao, I'll go back after watching the show tonight at Sister Qing's place. I still remember your complaints about the traffic jam last week!"
Miao Miao enjoyed the long-lost experience of smoothing her hair: "We'll see when the time comes~ Actually, I don't care."
Shao Qing frowned slightly, and whispered: "Why, my cat doesn't like Sister Qing's house so much. I understand, it must be a terrible longing!"
"No, don't say bad things about her to make me happy...she is perfect!"
Miao Miao opened her teeth and claws cutely and said: "I actually like her very much."
Shao Qing's expression condensed, and she took a deep breath of cigarette.
After looking at the time, Zhou Peipei raised her hands to tie up her pear blossom hair, said hello to Shao Qing and Miao Miao, and went upstairs to take a shower.
It happened that Zhang Yameng also passed through the living room quietly at this moment. She smiled brightly and went straight to the study.
"Lao Zhang, I'll come find you later~"
Shao Qing's words made Zhou Peipei, who was going upstairs, shiver. She trembled and secretly prayed for Zhang Yameng: "Sister Qing's magic skills of seducing girls that she has practiced hard for a long time will finally come in handy. I hope Meng'er
Sister can survive this."
"Xiao Meow, have you been in contact with Huaijing recently..."
After waiting patiently until there was no one else around, Shao Qing hugged Miao Miao and said, "What on earth are you two doing... You are so angry that you are sneaking around me too."
"It's okay, she and I don't have any dirty secrets..."
After denying it, Miao Miao said eloquently: "Just keep in touch occasionally to teach me and resolve my doubts!"
"I suddenly feel that you are much smarter than I was back then..."
Shao Qing smiled and leaned forward to put out the cigarette butt, while her arms still tightly wrapped around Miao Miao.
"Sister Qing, what are you talking about? I don't understand..."
With a red face, Miao Miao nestled in Shao Qing's arms. She couldn't help but asked in a somewhat crazy way: "Sister Qing, what's going on over there in Building 8, aren't you curious?"
"Both of them have a gentle temperament, and they still have to grind~"
With a faint word, Shao Qing blew out the last puff of smoke in his lungs to the side, pinched Miao Miao's transparent cheek lovingly, and she stood up with high spirits: "Let's agree, I'll go back later tonight, I'll go find him first
Lao Zhang takes revenge."
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Antique study room
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"Crack!"
"Lao Zhang, yo, are you doing something serious?"
Orchid held a cigarette between her fingers and elegantly sat down on the Taishi chair directly opposite Lao Zhang. Shao Qing crossed her legs, tilted her body slightly and crossed her legs. The black high-waisted hip-covering skirt was naturally rolled up an inch. She was white as snow.
More of Zhang Yameng's legs were exposed.
"Sister Qing, don't you always have only the duchess sitting in a reclining position in your studio?"
Glancing at Shao Qing, Zhang Yameng continued her work. She laughed dumbly and said, "What kind of trouble are you going to make?"
"Isn't it because there are no outsiders around? Why don't you dare to look at me today..."
While talking, the toes of Shao Qing's right foot, which was folded on her left leg, started to sway leisurely, and a stiletto heel hung on her delicate feet.
"No, I'm just thinking about the live broadcast next week."
Struggling to endure Shao Qing's teasing, Zhang Yameng looked around and spoke.
A thin circle of smoke puffed out from between her lips. Shao Qing teased the letter with her tongue, licked it evenly and circled it against the corner of her mouth. Then she said with charming eyes: "Old Zhang, you're not blowing into my ear."
Well, don’t you want to show me something more exciting, that’s it?”
"You are playing with fire..."
No longer able to endure it, Zhang Yameng suddenly smiled evilly: "Please stop your dangerous behavior, woman!"
"No!"
Calmly looking at the door of the study, Shao Qing said proudly: "What can you do to me?"
Lao Zhang stood up, reached out and pinched Shao Qing's pointed chin, put it close to the skin that could be broken by blows, exhaled like blue, and placed a slightly moist kiss on the cheek of Shao, who had been practicing the magic of seducing girls.
"!!!"
Miao Miao and Shao Qing, who were peeping and cheering outside the study, fell into a daze at the same time.
"Are you satisfied, Sister Qing?"
Zhang Yameng calmly turned around and returned to her position, while Shao Qing, who was in a state of confusion, ran away without saying a word.
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9 next door
Ji Xianlin's private recording studio
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I came in after two o'clock, and nearly three hours had passed.
Compared to Ji Qingmanman next door, this place is much quieter.
Yan Qing gradually figured out some of Weng Huaijing's habits. Professor Weng must be serious and conscientious when recording songs.
Most of the time, one of them was outside the studio supervising the studio, and the other was inside the studio recording the sound.
During the song recording process, apart from some professional details and evasive glances, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing, who were rarely in a private environment, didn't have too many problems.
After the recording of the two versions of "Words Not Expressing Meaning" and the two versions of "Undercurrent" were completed, they finally began to communicate back and forth.
"Very good, using the pharyngeal sound like this sounds very comfortable, perfect, and gege."
Yan Qing pretended to be calm and spoke into the cell microphone.
"I don't know why, but it always sounds a little weird..."
Weng Huaijing opened the door. She avoided Yan Qing's burning gaze and asked nonchalantly: "Why do you have to let me record a version of "Undercurrent"."
Yan Qing blurted out truly and bravely: "Because I want to hear you sing..."
"You... why don't you post this version? I always feel it's not appropriate..."
Weng Huaijing silently turned her back to Yan Qing. After a while, she explained: "I think this undercurrent of emotion is actually quite personal."
"Is your undercurrent only caused by me?"
Yan Qing, who understood it, felt sweet in her heart: "No, it's my exclusive version!"
"Isn't "Undercurrent" purely played with piano accompaniment? Why did you change the arrangement for me..."
Weng Huaijing, who turned around again, was still struggling with the stylistic issue of "Undercurrent". She lowered her head and continued in a voice like a flying fly: "And if it is sung in a throat tone, this song sounds a bit similar to "Ambiguous".
","It's a flowery thing"?"
"Ha, "Flower Things"? Wait a minute, how is this possible?"
His heart skipped a beat as Weng Huaijing's voice seemed to be absent. Yan Qing suspected that he might be hallucinating, but he didn't dare to ask more carefully, so he could only write it down silently.
"I like this song very much and want you to record a version. The ones I listen to the most are your "Ambiguous" and "Daughter's Love"."
Yan Qing pursued Weng Huaijing's wandering gaze unswervingly.
"I prefer the song Don't Make Me Sad."
Weng Huaijing blurted out. After that, their eyes finally met, and the corners of her eyes turned red. She changed it to English and emphasized it again: ""don't break my heart""
"I won't make you sad anymore."
Yan Qing's eyes looked at each other with sincerity and assurance.
"I did not mean that."
The autumn water flows backwards, Weng Huai's eyes are picturesque, his eyes are clear and pure.
"Gege, I think I should give you an explanation about "The Beginning of Autumn". I'm sorry..."
Yan Qing was waiting for a long speech to come up with the apology he had been preparing for a long time.
"Wait, I want to tell you..."
Weng Huaijing seemed to muster up all the courage, and her voice was gentle and clear: "Actually, I understand "Moonlight Sultry"."
"ah…"
Yan Qing was speechless.
"Lu Chuan and Lu Yue are both you..."
Weng Huaijing pursed his lips and smiled: "Zhang Ya, your ex-girlfriend, represents the secret you have been trying to hide, the unspeakable secret."
"Is this a misinterpretation, or does she really understand it?"
Yan Qing nodded silently.
"It's like...I never asked you how painful the wound was..."
Weng Huai's eyes were filled with pity and heartache. She stared firmly at Yan Qing, her red lips twitching slightly: "I have never thought of apologizing to you, and you have never resented me."
"Because I owe you so much..."
Yan Qing's eyes sparkled as they looked at each other.
"No, I always feel that I have chosen the path myself, and I will never give up if I decide on it, so the interview in the small black room is actually a bit superfluous..."
There was some blame in Weng Huaijing's eyes, but more of it was affectionate: "My answer has never changed. Weng Yu always has longing for love. This is my mother's motto throughout her life. In fact... the same is true for Weng Huaijing."
"Weng Huaijing has always longed for love, "Waiting for Life"!"
Suddenly realizing Su Meng's advice, Yan Qingqi said: "I...I..."
"Everything in the past is a prologue..."
Weng Huaijing casually quoted a line from Shakespeare's play "The Tempest". Her thick eyelashes were fluttering, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with an intoxicating red color: "For Lu Yue and Yu Ge, although the missed ten years are not nothing.
It’s meaningful, but instead of dwelling on the right and wrong of the past, it’s much more meaningful to look forward to the future together.”
"Buzz buzz, I understand what you mean..."
Yan Qing suppressed the thunder in his chest, and tried to keep his tone calm and gentle: "I am willing to wait for you to be ready, no matter how long it takes...I will be happy to do so."
"We are going back to Sister Qing. She will laugh at me if we stay too long..."
Avoiding the proficiency in singles tactics, Weng Huaijing playfully urged Yan Qing, who still wanted to express his determination again.
"Buzz is like an elk, you must not rush for success!"
Yan Qing, who was like a mirror in his heart, stood up and said, "I'm fine, let's go!"
On the way from Building 8 to Building 9, about two steps apart, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing walked side by side for the first time.
"Shao Qing is really a wicked person. Even though it's only after five o'clock, he still wants to make fun of the buzz in my house."
Yan Qing, who was slightly resentful, secretly took out his cell phone and glanced at the time, then quickly put it back. He continued to peek at Weng Huaijing with his peripheral vision, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
"What's there to see..."
Professor Weng avoided the annoying gaze and casually raised the topic: "Why don't you change your mobile phone? It's been six years and two months."
"As expected, you bought it."
Yan Qing touched the mobile phone in his pocket cherishingly, and said solemnly: "The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old. I am used to it."
Weng Huaijing looked suspiciously: "Yuefu Shi, what are you implying?"
"No metaphorical meaning..."
Yan Qing hurriedly begged for mercy. He stood still and looked at Weng Huaijing with hopeful eyes: "I'm speaking humanly. Firstly, it's about the emoji pack. Secondly, no one will buy it for me anymore."
Weng Huai raised his eyebrows: "You have such a beautiful idea!"
"If you don't want to buy a mobile phone, can you give me your mobile phone number?"
Shamelessly, Yan Qing looked for a reason seriously: "I'm usually too embarrassed to disturb Lao Zhang and the others."
While the two were talking, the short few steps quickly reached the end. Weng Huaijing quickly stepped up the steps. She turned back and smiled at Yan Qingran: "I have already taken the initiative to give you my number once, and this time it is your turn to take the initiative."
"You obviously have my mobile phone number, so how can I take the initiative!"
Standing alone at the foot of the steps, Yan Qing was a little confused and a little sweet. Looking at Weng Huai's back, he thought stupidly: "I have never loved anyone before, and Bing Bing Bing was the first one. In fact, I am very afraid of doing it myself."
If it’s not done well, it will make her feel that love is nothing more than this.”