"True love is not limited by time, Yeats? William Butler Yeats, buzz buzz should be saying "when you are old""
Qiqiao Linglong's heart moved, and Yan Qing responded quickly. He responded with a smile: "Do you think you are old?"
“how many loved your moments of glad grace…”
Professor Weng had a picturesque look on her face, and she recited in a standard Western District drama accent: "and loved your beauty with love false or true."
(Translation: How many people have admired your gorgeous face, either hypocritically or sincerely...)
Even though he is not good at Chinese studies, Yan Qing is still honest when it comes to the works of poets from the British Isles. Weng Huaijing deliberately left a blank space and was picked up by him without any difficulty: "but one man loved the pillar in you. And the sorrows
of your changing face.”
(Only one person has ever loved your holy heart, and also loved the traces of time on your face as your beauty aged.)
Looking at Weng Huaijing with bright eyes and a charming smile on the screen, Yan Qing's heart trembled. He scratched his head and blurted out: "Buzz, buzz, there will never be a day when beauty will grow old. This holy monk certifies that as the king of the daughter country,
You are sure to stay young forever!”
"you…"
With a raised eyebrow, the water flowed back, and with a look of unbearable embarrassment, Weng Huaijing feigned anger and responded: "You're a disciple!"
"real…"
Thinking of a guava work of the same name based on this poem, Yan Qing cheekily plucked the strings of his guitar and hummed softly: "This is the song in my heart. When I get old, I really hope that this song
The song is for you."
"Who wants to accompany you until you grow old? You should sing that song when you wake up alone!"
The duplicitous Professor Weng sounded a little disgusted, but Yan Qing could clearly feel the tranquil eyes projected on the screen like a clear spring, overflowing with joy.
Looking at each other, Yan Qing smiled like a feline cat.
"I also picked a manuscript about breakups..."
There was no way to deal with someone for the time being, so Professor Weng had to take out her manuscript. She emphasized with extra seriousness: "Don't think too much about it!"
"I'm thinking too much, please! Who among us is better at figuring things out? Well, well, at most it's about the same."
With an unstoppable smile, Yan Qing nodded and cursed Professor Weng.
"The submission was from a girl studying French..."
Weng Huaijing began to read the manuscript seriously, perhaps because she was afraid that Yan Qing would think too much, and because there was no interference from external factors, her voice was no longer cold, but had some bright warmth:
…
I often see people say on Whispers: Thank your ex for making you grow and make you better.
Sorry, I don't think that's the case...
During the time after we broke up, it was like walking against a biting cold wind. Every second was painful and heartbreaking. I just felt that the world was falling apart and that life had no meaning.
Finally, my mother told me that a girl can have a bad relationship, but she cannot indulge herself in a bad life.
So I gritted my teeth and got through it day by day. Why should I thank others? I have to thank myself.
Before you love someone, you must first learn to love yourself. It is very important to maintain enough self in a love relationship. It is also ironic. I originally thought that being in love would make me better, but I didn't expect that falling out of love would help me grow in the end.
Yes, I can now calmly comfort myself: "You are already an adult, and you shouldn't lose your mind over a little emotional issue."
Maybe the reason why I can't forget a person is not that there are so many things worth remembering about him, but because I once gave him a big place in my heart. After the breakup, this place is still occupied, but it has become a blank space, but I can no longer hold it.
I don’t dare to let anyone fill it in at will.
I clearly see through his insincerity and know that he doesn’t love me that much. His replies are getting slower and slower, and the content is getting shorter and shorter. Whether he has enough food and clothing is no longer what he cares about, so I take the initiative to share it with him.
He doesn't care about it in daily life. Maybe my best friends and girlfriends have reminded me many times, but I foolishly choose to insist on it unnecessarily.
During the cooling-off period after the breakup, I looked back at every moment of our relationship. The saddest moment was not the moment when I was convinced that he didn’t love me, but the moment when I knew there was no future with him, but I loved him to the core, and I still wanted to cherish him.
, being with him, but in the end he gave up easily.
I thought he would coax me the next day, but he didn't. I thought he might be busy on the second day and might coax me on the third day, but he still didn't. On the fourth day... he still didn't come to me.
I changed his nickname in the Weibo to his full name. This time I will not compromise, this time I will not delete him childishly, I want him to see that I am happy every day, and I want him to know,
He will never find a girl as good and blind as me again.
Finally, I want to say that stopping losses in time is the attitude adults should have towards relationships!
…
"The reason why I chose this article... is because I quite appreciate her current view on love. Although she no longer has love, she still has to live her own life well..."
After reading the manuscript, Weng Huaijing's eyes were as clear and bright as stars. She seemed to sigh with deep meaning: "How can you not be afraid of being separated from someone if you love someone deeply? However... in the end, everyone has to accept reality."
Looking at her openly, the expression on Yan Qing's face was particularly complicated. His deep eyes revealed a light of love and warmth, but also contained a hint of melancholy and pity like a clear mist.
"Hey! Don't think too much...I told you there are no metaphors!"
Close to the screen, Weng Huaijing's intoxicating peach blossom eyes were like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the breeze, and her thick and long eyelashes fluttered. She emphasized again: "There is really no other meaning!"
"I can't help but think too much, and I can't help not feeling sorry for you. Yes, you understand all my sensitivity, and I can also feel the same as you."
Pursing his thin lips, Yan Qing looked at Weng Huaijing, who was acting a little nervous. After a long time, he said softly: "Weng Xiaoge, I miss you very much."
"I...I will join the group tomorrow night..."
The girl Xiaoge, whose vision on the screen was blurry and with a delicate blush spreading in the corners of her eyes, was slightly flustered. She said incoherently: "Obviously... we are contacted every day..."
"It's my fault that I was too greedy. I will try my best to control it in the future..."
After accepting it, Yan Qing promptly changed the subject: "Gege, let's continue talking about this submission."
"Hmm~"
He responded with a squeak, and Weng Huaijing on the screen looked very cute and charming.
"Actually, this can be regarded as a sign of maturity. After a breakup, you can be strong on the surface without showing vulnerability, and..."
Yan Qing frankly analyzed the shining points in the submission: "Love is indeed not the whole of life. Both men and women should live their own lives independently."
"Her words will give me some sense of pictures. I won't cry or make a fuss. I will silently swallow my bitterness and then turn around and leave..."
Secretly observing Yan Qing's eyes, Weng Huaijing continued: "Walking alone in the cold wind, I can only hug myself tightly to keep warm."
"It must have been like this when I was buzzing in New York at the time. The more I read this story, the more it seemed like she was scorning "me"...Obviously it was all "my" fault, but she always cared about my feelings..."
Professor Weng's cautiousness warmed Yan Qing's heart. As his thoughts fluctuated, he began to search for suitable songs.
"The contributor is a French student. Coupled with what Gege said before, how can you not be afraid of being separated from someone if you love someone deeply? However, in the end, people have to accept reality... There is a song that fits this story very well! Walking in
In the cold wind of winter night, I don’t want to pretend to be weak. Just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I won’t feel pain.”
…
…
After some communication, he found the most suitable point to start. Yan Qing picked up the guitar again: "Gege, the demo is almost done. I will sing "Walking in the Cold Wind" to you."
Nodding expectantly, Weng Huaijing's eyes couldn't help but focus on Yan Qing's left hand.
After he performed a nearly complete version of the demo song with great affection, and with the radiance of stars in his eyes, Weng Huaijing literally translated the two sentences in the lyrics from French: "I know, keep going, this is not good, in the end, you won't
Will you stay long? What do you want to express with these two French sentences?"
"je le sais. continue. c'est pas bon. a la fin. tu restes pas longtemps."
Slowly reciting the original French text, Yan Qing stared at the camera and said meaningfully: "The inspiration was actually given to me by you..."
All the stars in the sky turned into tears. Weng Huaijing's eyes seemed to be crying but not crying. She knowingly repeated what she had said before: "How can you not be afraid of being separated from someone if you love someone deeply? However... in the end, everyone
You have to accept reality.”
"Considering the rhyme relationship, I used colloquial language, which is not particularly grammatical, but what I was thinking about was the two sentences you just said, Xiaoge..."
With a smile as warm as the sun, Yan Qing looked at Weng Huaijing and said seriously: "Actually, what I want to say more is that if two people can love each other deeply, they will not lose to reality!"
With picturesque features, Weng Huaijing on the mobile phone screen showed her daughter's appearance. She replied shyly: "Maybe, you have to be lucky enough."
Hearing a certain keyword again and seeing it beyond his reach, Yan Qing was furious for a moment. He said excitedly: "You! This is not fair, I can't hold you at all!"
"I know, that's why...I said it."
The bright red peach blossom eyes instantly narrowed into two crescent moon buds, and Weng Huaijing smiled particularly seductively and proudly.
"Sadness, grievance, and...Hong-Hong turned out to be so beautiful when she smiled completely, it was like hiding the moon in her eyes."
Pretending to be disappointed, Yan Qing gradually became distracted. He completely failed to remember that Yi Yi actually had a pair of obvious crescent moon eyes when she smiled.
"Well, Director Liu has communicated with Sister Qing about the flying guests..."
Ignoring Yan Qing's coy pretense, Weng Huaijing continued to talk about work in a melodious voice: "He might want us to prepare one more song on Saturday..."
"I'm so sad...I can't write anything..."
The evil-minded Yan Qing said slyly: "Unless someone says something about luck to me tomorrow night."
"Don't even think about it!"
Rolling her eyes at Yan Qing, Weng Huaijing looked like she was thinking seriously, and she suggested: "Since these two songs are about breaking up, why not add the song "Darwin", and we can let Xiao Meow sing it."
"Darwin? What's going on? Isn't this an auditory hallucination?"
Under the guise of listening quietly, the progress of something that Yan Qing had been secretly considering suddenly advanced a lot.
"I've sung it to Xiao Miao before... It's actually quite suitable to be included in this program, but..."
Weng Huai's beautiful eyes were filled with strong expectations. She said softly: "You seem to have said that there is an evolved version of this song."
"That "Origin of Species", it turned out that you wanted to teach the little cat to sing this song? I haven't heard it for a long time..."
Yan Qing, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, acted calmly and held his ground calmly.
On the other side of the screen, Weng Huaijing obviously didn't think much about it. She picked up the ukulele and gently sang "Darwin" to Yan Qing.
Familiar melody, familiar lyrics, and familiar singing.
"Sure enough, it's this song... Then "I" am also a time traveler and I didn't run away! It made me feel guilty for so long..."
With thunder in his heart, but a smile in his eyes, Yan Qing played the guitar and sang "Darwin·Evolution" to Weng Huaijing.
After chatting about work, the content of the video call gradually turned to the song request and duet session.
Various limited edition songs such as "Undercurrent" and "Daughter's Love" by Weng Huaijing, "The Moon Represents My Heart" and "Ambiguous" by Yan Qing were re-interpreted by them on acoustic guitar and ukulele.
“This year’s Caochangdi Rock Festival…”
After singing to the fullest, Professor Weng asked casually, seemingly unintentionally: "Will you participate?"
"Xiao Miao mentioned it to me a few days ago..."
Chu Lianqing suddenly realized: "I didn't know you agreed to the invitation, no wonder she had a bad smile on her face!"
"Zhao Liping, the lead singer of Eastern Zhou Dynasty, also sent me a private message in Xiyu..."
Aojiajing was a little embarrassed: "Maybe he saw that you didn't respond, so he asked me to ask."
"Teacher Zhao is so honest! You should be the one to ask. How appropriate. I don't have to whisper..."
Chu Lianqing was overjoyed: "We formed a team to participate. In addition to "The Train Sails Beyond the Clouds, Dreams Rest in the Sky", we also had to prepare a new song."
Aojiajing lowered her head and refused to answer: "Then the afternoon of the 10th?"
Chu Lianqing takes advantage of the victory and pursues: "I want to sing "I Love You"!"
"No matter what you sing..."
Professor Weng, who wanted to hear but didn't dare to listen, was afraid that Yan Qing would say something shameless again, so he could only change the subject: "How is the studio set up? I think the scenes shot at night are all scenes without sets."
"The studio scenery will be completed tomorrow. Everything is going according to the shooting plan. The first few group scenes are going well..."
Yan Qing naturally knew everything about Weng Huaijing: "Team B also shot some scenes that required special effects during the day. You also saw the scene shot at night..."
Professor Weng's attention was taken away by Yan Qing. She asked curiously: "Are the special effects shots the flashbacks of those groups of flying needles in front of the eyes?"
"Yes, for now I only took some shots of the movement of flying needles, other shots will have to wait for me..."
Yan Qing cautiously tried to test: "You can only shoot after Miss Dongfang joins the group..."
Weng Huaijing didn't care about Yan Qing's extremely deliberate sentence break. Instead, she responded with a blushing face: "I...is ready. I'll be there tomorrow night."
"Weng Xiaoge, you have six classes tomorrow, so it's time to go to bed!"
Seeing that it was almost half past one in the night, Yan Qing, who was satisfied, had to urge Professor Weng to take a rest.
It’s hard not to be arrogant and arrogant: "You are the same. After all, it is your first time to manage a team of hundreds of people. You have to worry about everything. It will definitely be very tiring."
First love is pure and sincere: "As long as I can chat with you, I won't feel tired at all."
Tsundere scolded: "Glib accent!"
First Love Qing’s defense: “This is so sweet!”
Tsundere rolled her eyes and said, "Good night...see you tomorrow."
The first love Qing responded with loving eyes: "See you tomorrow...good night."