After interacting with the first wave of barrages, he finally waited until the end of the game to take a break. Yan Qing was a little thirsty and wanted to drink water. He subconsciously looked for Miao Miao.
From a distance, he saw Miao Miao waiting at the stage wearing makeup, and Yan Qing suddenly understood that she would be performing on stage soon, and Zhou Peipei was doing a preview with Mr. Miao.
"Hun-bong said so many things for the first time... I'm probably thirsty too... Why don't I go get some water myself."
Yan Qing stood up and tried to catch Weng Huaijing's gaze.
"Sister Jing, Brother Qing, come and wipe your sweat and drink some water~"
Li Hanyuan stepped forward to interrupt Yan Qing's "entanglement" with Weng Huaijing. She brought a wet towel and two cups of warm water with straws inserted, and she took care of them both.
"Li Nu has the air of a general..."
After Yan Qing replenished his water, he saw Li Hanyuan walking away and there was no one around. He intentionally or unintentionally stirred up the topic.
"Actually, her song "Ambiguous" is also pretty good, but..."
Suddenly raising her eyebrows, Weng Huaijing finally looked at Yan Qing, with a hint of teasing in her eyes. She brought up the old story again: "Last time I asked you about girls' feelings, what did you say?"
With a warm smile, Yan Qing replied softly: "Some people will always be girls in my heart. When I think of them, my natural feelings are always poetic."
"Hmph, are you dissing me for being old? I don't disdain you for being old!"
After giving him a look of disgust and affection, Weng Huaijing turned his back and beat Yan Qing in singles.
"She's acting wrong. Is there some external influence?"
Looking in all directions, he realized that it was Ji Xianlin and Shao Qing who were coming this way. Yan Qing was secretly happy in his heart. Pretending to be nonchalant, he looked towards the stage again.
"Before I came, the director revealed that I would appear in the second session, and the theme of the session was called party ~ In fact, when I heard about it, I was thinking, the song "Ambiguous" written by Brother Qing is obviously not suitable
Bar…"
Li Ni is worthy of being the lead singer of the former popular girl group. She sat alone on the stage, strummed the folk guitar, and said eloquently to the camera: "At that time, I straightforwardly showed off my showdown with the director... I, Li Ni, will decide! So "
Ambiguous" is given to everyone..."
…
"I can only accompany you here."
After all, some things are not allowed
beyond friendship
Not yet love
The scenery where it’s about to rain in the distance』
…
"As an idol-turned-singer, Li Ni is one of the singers I've seen who has mediocre qualifications but is constantly improving..."
Stopping between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing, Ji Xianlin saw that they were both quietly listening to Li Nu singing, and she said to her, "It's hard for her to find suitable songs with such a delicate voice."
Weng Huaijing's voice is as usual: "Her voice is very sweet, and it's actually quite recognizable."
On the stage, Li Ni gradually transitioned to the chorus:
…
"Ambiguousness makes people suffer a lot of grievances"
No evidence of love can be found
When to move forward and when to give up
I don’t even have the courage to hug you”
…
"I'm not from a professional background... I'm used to leaning forward in my pronunciation... which leads to a slightly crowded voice... This often results in the singer not having enough breath..."
Yan Qing, a senior music producer, commented sharply: "But Li Yansheng has excellent control over himself and can move with ease in a small area..."
"Brother Qing, the first half of your sentence scared me, it reminded me of Simon..."
Ji Xianlin looked at Yan Qing in surprise. She added and explained to the others: "A music producer I have been working with in the United States has a very vicious mouth."
Avoiding Ji Xianlin, Weng Huaijing glanced at him: "That's right..."
Yan Qing shrugged and spread his hands: "Maybe my standards are stricter... I don't mean to be venomous."
"Are you saying that "I" was so venomous at the beginning? It's a bit too much. Xiaoge is so cute, how could she let it go..."
Yan Qing, whose face was as smooth as a lake, felt a thunder in his chest. He thought happily: "Fortunately, the lyrics of "Ambiguous" don't have those messy metaphors. Well... there shouldn't be any, right?"
The four of them began to listen quietly as Li Nu continued to sing.
…
"Should I cry or not?"
Is it me or you who thinks too much?
I'm very unconvinced
Also starting to doubt
Is the person in front of you the same real you?』
…
"Is it me or you who thinks too much?"
In response to Weng Huai's longing glance, Yan Qing did not expect that the light-speed slap in the face would come so quickly.
"It's me...it's me who thinks too much..."
Quickly giving up, Yan Qing suddenly felt like he was surviving a disaster. Fortunately, the song he had originally played for Weng Huai was not "Ambiguous". He calmly picked up the flamenco guitar that Li Hanyuan had prepared next to his seat.
.
"Sister Ji, let's go wait."
Ji Xianlin was in a particularly relaxed state: "Let's go..."
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"You and I are helpless
Can't write the ending
Let go of the beauty of regret
Stop here"
…
After singing "Ambiguous", Li Nu bowed to the camera, not forgetting her part-time role as a guest performer.
"suddenly i see ,suddenly i see..."
With a deliberately exaggerated expression, Li Nu waved to Ji Xianlin beside the stage and said, "It's so magical. Suddenly I saw my senior sister Ji..."
"Because I, like you, am here to repay a debt of gratitude..." Li Nu was shocked as soon as Ji Xianlin opened his mouth.
With a sad face, Li Nu explained seriously to Yan Qing who was following the stage: "Brother Qing, you know me. I owe you a lot of favors for coming here..."
"Sister Ji, you're just joking. Li Nu, if you like, come more often."
Yan Qing kept a distance of about four steps, and his smile was warm and welcoming.
"A promise is made, and double happiness comes."
Li Nu happily left the stage with a few words and then walked off the stage.
"The song "Suddenly i See" was written by Yan Qing last month...I was still in New York at the time, and I was lucky enough to hear three versions over the phone..."
After Ji Xianlin sat down on the piano bench, she directly broke the news. She continued: "You may also know that I sang two versions at the opening ceremony of New York Spring and Summer Fashion Week..."
"Diva, don't cause trouble..."
Yan Qing, who was sitting on the high stool, maintained a relaxed and carefree expression, but her eyes secretly glanced at Weng Huaijing and Shao Qing beside her.
Abandoning eye contact, Shao Qing stretched out his hand and made a gesture that was not a big deal.
"Let her do whatever she wants~"
And Weng Huaijing, who is used to flirting with Yan Qing, is obviously more efficient in returning the ball than Shao Qing.
"What do you mean you want to listen to the third version of the barrage? I'm just looking for something to say..."
Ji Xianlin seemed to be particularly at ease, and even had time to interact with the real-time barrage displayed on the pad on the music stand. She expressed aggrievedness: "I'm not as lucky as others..."
Weng Huaijing, who was off the stage, was obviously stunned. At first, she felt coy and wanted to fight Ji Xianlin with her back to the void. Then she seemed to have thought of something, and she looked towards the stage to blame Yan Qing for his big mouth.
"What's the special meaning of the word "lucky"... It's very important to me..."
Although he still wanted to hear more from Ji Xianlin, Yan Qing still had some sense of control. He played the flamenco guitar in his arms and played a passionate and cheerful prelude.
Finally, Queen Ji stopped. She rolled her eyes sharply at Yan Qing, then stood up leisurely, ready to start singing this bossanova style version of "suddenly i see".
Just when Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that even performing in front of an audience of more than 20 million people would not affect Ji Xianlin's secret work at all.
Ji Xianlin moved his body rhythmically and winked at Yan Qing, his voice was lazily casual with a rich Latin American samba style:
…
『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)』
…
She reached out and pointed to Weng Huaijing, who was off the stage outside the camera, with an intoxicated expression. Ji Xianlin's singing voice seemed to be coquettish in people's ears, with a hint of sexiness in its cuteness:
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"You can see she's a beautiful girl"
she’s a beautiful girl
…
Weng Huaijing, who had been comprehended, looked at Ji Xianlin not to be outdone.
…
『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)』
…
Facing the camera, Ji Xianlin took advantage of the narrow space and began to dance a small samba step. She stared at Weng Huaijing until the corners of his eyes were filled with peach blossoms, and he lowered his head as if to admit defeat. Then she naturally raised her eyebrows at Yan Qing with the swing of her waist to demonstrate.
…
『it makes you calm (her breath is soothing and peaceful)
she holds you captivated in her palm (she is extremely young and breathtaking)"
…
…
After singing the song, Ji Xianlin's expression was relaxed, but Yan Qing was sweating profusely, but there was nothing he could do about it, because Ji Tianhou's stage style was always like this, and yesterday's rehearsal person also said that she deliberately kept it down.
"It's very exciting for me and Bong Bong to play with each other, but why do others feel like they're about to explode when they play..."
Behind Yan Qing's calm expression, he was silently reflecting: "I'll dare you next time!"
"The next song, let us applaud the best Weng Huaijing in the world!"
It was obvious that he was having fun on stage. Ji Xianlin even took away Yan Qing's job as a performer: "And our band teacher..."
When Weng Huaijing came on stage, Ji Xianlin's camera sense was also very good. She stepped forward to meet him, stepped out of the fixed camera position, and hugged Professor Weng, whose eyes were still red, into her arms.
There was only Yan Qing in the real-time picture pushed by the pad. He kept an awkward but polite smile, as if he was shrugging helplessly and spreading his hands.
"Jinger, you won't be angry with Sister Xianlin, right?"
Ji Xianlin, who had already closed his microphone, hugged Weng Huaijing, who was struggling slightly, as she spoke. She continued in a gentle voice: "After all...I hugged you before you said you were lucky."
"I knew it!!! Who knows what I missed!!! It turned out that she was really suggesting that I hug her!!! I regret it so much!!! If I could do it all over again, how great it would be, I would not hesitate
Hug up!"
Yan Qing pricked up his ears and tried his best to control his facial muscles to prevent his expression from appearing too distorted. He felt regretful and sweet in his heart as his intestines were bruised.
"Won't…"
Weng Huaijing shook her head stiffly. She had nowhere to vent her hatred and rolled her eyes at the innocent Yan Qing.
"I like you two so much..."
Ji Xianlin deliberately lowered her voice. She patted Weng Huaijing's back gently: "I hope it won't affect your singing state, honey. After all, I am also a fan of Professor Weng."
After that, Ji Xianlin walked off the stage gracefully. Yan Qing noticed that she even gave Shao Qing a high-five before switching to the drum set.
"stand by,get ready?"
Fortunately, after entering the camera, Weng Huaijing immediately entered the state. She first glanced at Lu Lu, who was holding Bess next to her.
Lu Lu shook her twin ponytails and happily replied: "stand by my lady."
Mao Zhiyuan looked at Mao Zhiyuan behind the keyboard and gave her an OK gesture, and Weng Huaijing turned back to look at Yan Qing in front of the drum set.
The two people's eyes immediately separated. Weng Huaijing leaned close to the microphone, and she entered the state of rock and roll and said crisply: ""don't break my heart""
He raised his head and glanced at the pad that he had deliberately switched to the music stand. Yan Qing began to sing into the microphone and harmonize with it. The drumstick in his hand clicked accurately to follow the electric guitar intro with a strong electric vibrato.
…
"Maybe there are too many things I don't understand.
maybe it's my fault
Maybe everything has been slowly missed
Maybe there’s no need to say it anymore』
…
Every time Weng Huaijing sings this song, she has a frank and spontaneous spirit, and this time it is certainly the same. Her condition and performance are excellent.
…
『don't break my heart
gentle again
I don’t want to see your silence
waiting alone
suffer in silence
Joy always appears in my dreams"
…
Very different from the style of her other songs, Weng Huaijing is completely free from all technical and singing constraints. There is only one young voice in the audience, full of youth, freedom and enthusiasm.
…
"I never thought that you and I would end up like this
Feeling so sad
Always remember the promise you and I made to each other
The impulse again and again』
…
When she sang the second verse, she let go of the electric guitar in her arms again, completely following Yan Qing's drum beats, and sang in front of the microphone while swinging her body lightly and intoxicatingly:
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"What you have
it's your body
alluring beauty
what i have
is my memory
wonderful feeling
my baby』
…
"Thankfully I'm smart! I brought the pad over, it's so smart!"
The accompaniment in his hand did not affect Yan Qing at all. His eyes always moved back and forth between Weng Huaijing's back and the real-time picture on the pad screen.
Wherever you look, the beauty's back is graceful and graceful, and her dancing steps are light. In the close-up on the screen, her brows are full of smiles, and the corners of her eyes are tinged with intoxicating pink. The bright and incomprehensible Weng Huaijing, both inside and outside the camera, exudes a captivating charm.
…
『don’t break my heart!
don't break!
don't break!
my break!』
Hearing the familiar ending song, Yan Qing got out of his fugue state in time, and he followed the chorus of the ending song: "oh yeah~~~"
"Thank you, thank you everyone..."
After bowing generously and thanking her, Weng Huaijing stood tall and straight in the center of the stage. Shao Qing, Ji Xianlin, Li Ni, Li Hanyuan and others turned into the craziest fans and cheered for her.
Yan Qing walked out from behind the drum kit, picked up the bass that Lu Lu eagerly handed over to him, and started his part-time job as a concert tour operator.
"The next song..."
Yan Qing glanced at Mao Zhiyuan, and then peeked at Weng Huaijing, who had thoughtfully adjusted the height of the microphone for him and then took two steps to the side.
Still remembering what happened while recording the song, Weng Huaijing alertly avoided Yan Qing's gaze, as if saying to him: "Don't look at me, you didn't sing well and you relied on me."
Holding back his laughter, Yan Qing walked to the microphone. As he spoke, Yan Qing turned back to look for Lu Lu and nodded to her.
"It's an easter egg from "Moonlight". There's a song in the movie that Lu Yue didn't finish singing with everyone..."
After receiving the prompt, Lu Lu retracted the drumstick that was flexibly shuttled between her fingertips. She cheered excitedly: "1, 2, 3, let’s go!"
Yan Qing finally approached the microphone and announced in a deep voice: "The train is sailing beyond the clouds, and the dream rests in the sky."
Throughout the song, he restrained the urge to peek at Weng Huaijing. With this mood, Yan Qing vividly expressed the helpless loneliness in the darkness.
It wasn't until he finished his performance that Yan Qing secretly gave him a look: "Please praise me!"
Next to him, Weng Huaijing obviously turned a blind eye to his cheap and cute tricks.
Having no choice but to give up, Yan Qing bent down to adjust the height of the microphone for Miao Miao. He turned back to find Lu Lu to change positions, and at the same time muttered: "The carnival party is about to come to an end, and there is no one in the world..."
"Flowers bloom and fall, all things are in order, and there is a time to gather and part ways."
Unsatisfied with Yan Qing's lyrics and adjustments, Weng Huai rolled her eyes at Yan Qing, took over the host's job, stepped forward to fiddle with the microphone again, picked up the piano, turned around and walked back to her position as guitarist:
"Welcome my friend Miao Miao..."
Looking at Miao Miao standing in front of the microphone, Yan Qing followed Weng Huaijing's words tacitly: "Xiao Miao will bring an after party story."
"Good evening everyone, I'm Miao Miao!"
Miao Miao looked around excitedly, bowed to the camera, and then continued: "Sister Jinger, Brother Qing, Lu Lu, Brother Damao, I'm ready!"
Yan Qing knocked out a series of rapid tom sounds, followed by synthesizers, electric guitars, and bass.
Miao Miao has no stage fright, and her soft and waxy voice accurately cuts into the melody:
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"As if I don't have to go to school
I want a real boyfriend
I walked from the Drum Tower to the Mao
Haven't found him yet"
…
Under Zhang Yameng's reminder, Miao Miao's hands began to snap her fingers rhythmically, and she gradually got better:
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"Ending the lively dance party
Come to boring karaoke
I want to go on a date with him
But he has a girlfriend
…
Miao Miao's soft and waxy singing voice complements the rich synthesizer electronic dance music style.
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『it's too late
it's too late
I can't catch the subway
it's time home
it's time home
I don’t want to go home and sleep”
…
After repeating the main song twice, Miao Miao beautifully completed her first stage experience:
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『after party
after party
after party
it's time home』
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“Everyone is welcome to Mao Live House, if you say my name, you will get a break!
After finishing the performance, she did not forget to do crazy things, and Miao Miao's eyes were full of fluorescence.
"Hahaha, just kidding! Sister Jing'er, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...ww......~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
After giving Weng Huaijing a hug, Miao Miao glanced proudly at Yan Qingfei, who was sitting behind the drum kit, and then pulled Lu Lu and left the stage together.