Chapter 191: Clouds Want Clothes and Flowers Want Rong
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Imperial City·Huairou
Kempinski Hotel Yanqi
Danyunju
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"Western design is the bone, and Eastern connotation is the soul."
After returning to his room, he quickly took a shower and changed his clothes. Yan Qing was led into Danyun House by Zhou Peipei. Only then did he understand how much Weng Huaijing had described the decoration style of this lakeside villa in his text message.
accurate.
As Weng Huaijing said, the decoration style of Danyunju organically integrates the traditional Chinese heritage and modern aesthetics, diluting the heaviness and wealth of the traditional Chinese style. While retaining the Eastern elegance, it also integrates Western simplicity.
The beauty of clean line design.
"The exquisite and mysterious plum blossom pattern wall depicts plum blossoms and magpies. Classical elements emphasize that the picture must be intentional, the meaning must be auspicious, elegant and subtle, dignified and luxurious, the oriental spiritual realm."
Yan Qing calmly greeted the people in the room. Shao Qing and Miao Miao had already finished cleaning up, and they were looking at him with smiles along with the other girls. Director Yan continued to comment while walking gracefully without squinting.
The decoration style of Danyunju: "The Nordic simple style leather sofa is combined with the old Ming and Qing style seats, which is dignified and elegant. The patterned pillows soften the cold and hard lines of the furniture."
"Brother Qing, when did you become so interested in interior design..."
Seeing that Yan Qing's eyes had been lingering on the various decorations of Danyunju after entering the door, Yi Yi took the lead and asked: "Is it because "Talent Co., Ltd." on TV is not good to watch, or is it because of a guilty conscience or..."
"Brother Qing'er, you let girls live in a villa to show your gentlemanly demeanor. Do you regret it now?"
She is naturally Miao Miao who sings harmoniously with Yi Yi.
While laughing, Shao Qing drew his sword to help: "No, he just doesn't dare to watch TV. Fortunately, we paused and waited for them."
Li Hanyuan, who was worried that the world would be in chaos, said softly: "Brother Qing, why don't you watch TV? Watch Sister Jing."
His old face turned red, and Yan Qing couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance towards the stairwell with his peripheral vision. Weng Huaijing didn't come downstairs. He was probably still bathing and changing clothes upstairs.
Zhang Yameng, who was meticulous and always focused, saw through Yan Qing's intentions. She corrected: "Han Yuan, you are so bad. You deliberately misled Brother Qing. Do it again!"
Including classmate Zhou Peipei who is naturally stupid, several girls said in unison: "Brother Qing, watch the fantasy on TV!"
With a red face, Yan Qing entered Danyun House and kept looking at the decoration. Naturally, it was because the content of the program paused on the 90-inch full HD flat-panel LCD TV in the living room was really embarrassing, especially since there were six plans sitting neatly on the sofa.
Crazy girl.
"The show I did two weeks ago was only aired today. It's so funny. I obviously calculated the time to come... It stands to reason that this show is almost halfway through, but who knows that they have been pausing to wait for me and Om.
Buzzing."
Yan Qing's timely awkward expression made the girls feel more satisfied. After thinking about it, Miao Miao, who was waiting for the opportunity, rushed out to greet Zhou Peipei.
"Sister Jinger, are you down? Here, your hair tie..."
Yan Qing turned her head and looked at the stairwell again. Weng Huaijing wore a white dress with lace sleeves that had a bit of a princess style. The retro French round neck tightly hid her amazingly curved collarbone, and it was tied up with layers of broken waves.
The lower waist is particularly plump, and the fluttering ruffle skirt has a light and airy feel. The length of the skirt is just enough to expose the thinnest part of her ankles, exuding demureness and elegance from top to bottom and from the inside to the outside.
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She walked downstairs, dancing in the wind and snow, and walked downstairs. She casually took the hair tie from Miao Miao, then stretched her slender white arms to tie up her soft and smooth green hair, revealing a swan-like appearance.
Delicate and smooth neck,
"She is covered in snow, elegant and light as tea..."
"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings..."
"It's as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon among the clouds..."
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the sill, and the dew is thick..."
"..."
In this flash of lightning, Yan Qing actually had countless ancient poems praising the beauty of the beautiful woman's clothes popping up in his mind. However, in the blink of an eye, he felt that these words were too pale. Director Yan, who continued to try to pluck people away, looked even more stunned in the eyes of everyone.
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"Oh! Sister Jing'er, here we come, look, he's here again to control the neck..."
Miao Miao murmured and vividly told Weng Huaijing the scene of Yan Qing's appearance in the video for the first time.
Professor Weng, who was as delicate as an elk in Mori Valley, listened and cast his gaze on Yan Qing, who was still in a daze. Her eyes were sparkling and crystal clear, and her eyes covered by long eyelashes were like two crystal dewdrops trying to escape from the palm of her hand.
"I can prove that Brother Qing only controls Sister Jing..."
Zhang Yameng added some information about her experience when she first arrived, where she had her hair tied in a ponytail because she didn't understand the style. She helped Yan Qing out of trouble, which made Miao Miao blush and made Weng Huaijing smile a little.
This smile was clean-eyed, gentle, cute, and raw, with the sweetness of a girl and a flower. Yan Qing felt that every pore in his body was filled with joy. With a flash of inspiration, he thought of the most appropriate words to describe his own.
Stunning.
"…
Spring with half-trees showing pistils
gathering and dispersing slow moving clouds
The sad-faced moon
Pine covered with snow and ice
All these things can hardly move my heart anymore
Since you, all white lacks tenderness
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It was too late, but it was too late. The two people were still in a state of intersecting eyes, and Yan Qing tried to convey his emotions mixed in a pair of eyes.
Weng Huaijing probably understood it to a good degree, but she quickly turned around and gave it a disgusting look: "You're so glib, I don't believe it!"
"Okay, the protagonist is here, we can watch TV~"
Seeing Miao Miao pulling Weng Huaijing to sit down on the imperial concubine chair, and Yan Qing Shiran sitting down on the Ming and Qing style backrest chair at the other end, Yi Yi hurriedly pressed the play button on the pad screen.
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"Actually, negative emotions are not far away from our lives. Every adult will feel particularly tired sometimes, but we all subconsciously pretend to be nonchalant to protect ourselves."
After reading his submission story on the TV screen, Yan Qing sat upright and looked at the camera. He explained his views seriously: "Just like parking the car after returning home from get off work, many people are used to sitting in the car and staying for a while. I don’t want to talk or move.”
After a slight pause, Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled. He continued to look at the camera: "Many people have a blind spot in their hearts. They can't get out, and others can't get in."
On the sofa on the right side of the screen, Weng Huaijing, who was sitting elegantly in the diagonal posture of a duchess, finally took over the topic: "It is not easy for ordinary people to express their true inner thoughts frankly, let alone those with autism.
patients."
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"Yi Yi, the show has begun, pause now!"
Shao Qing imitated Yan Qing's tone and peered at Weng Huaijing. She tentatively continued: "Hua... Huaijing, that's very true..."
The whole room burst into laughter. Yan Qing took a chestnut from the fire and glanced at Weng Huaijing. She also had a smile on her face like a painting.
Li Hanyuan imitated the show director's posture: "Brother Qing, let's do it again."
Miao Miao pretended to be deep in her milky voice: "Professor Weng said it very well..."
Li Hanyuan continued to imitate Liu Mingren: "Ka! Brother Qing, that title was quite good..."
Zhang Yameng scolded: "Meow meow, this part doesn't work, try again!"
Picking up Weng Huaijing, Miao Miao sighed helplessly: "Huaijing is right, this is okay."
Yi Yi laughed loudly and said: "Pei Pei, was Brother Qing really acting like this at that time..."
Zhou Peipei looked at the expressions of Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing, and she deliberately concealed it: "It's not as exaggerated as theirs, let's continue reading."
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Yan Qingfeng on the TV said calmly: "Huai Jing is right, the starting point of "Words Cannot Express" is a kind of empathy. As long as we can build a bridge for society to understand autism, we will be satisfied.
"
"So...you have a lyric that goes like this..."
His eyes were a little wandering, Weng Huaijing slowly said: I also want to build a bridge with you and establish a tacit understanding, but I can't express my intention with words."
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No one in Danyun Juli dared to make fun of Weng Huaijing's performance. Only Shao Qing, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, raised his head and said to Yi Yi: "How about we combine the barrage and see... I just sent one..."
Yi Yi was obviously not a shy person, so she turned on the barrage switch on her pad.
The huge LCD screen was instantly filled with white barrage:
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…(In my lifetime series(
…(Everyone stand up!(
…(I announce that Close to Nature CP celebrates the New Year today(
…(With admiration! With admiration!(
…(Go away! I shouldn’t do that!(
…(Yan Qing! Yan Qing!(
…(Li Na! Li Na!(
…(small grid! small grid!(
…(So natural(
…(showing her aunt’s smile(
…(Mama cried(
…(Who wants to be called Professor Weng if he can be called Huai Jing?(
…(Yan Qing is on full fire!(
…(More sincerity, less routine(
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Under the translucent explosion barrage on the TV screen, Yan Qing said to the camera with a cheerful expression: "Because of the style of the music, yes, we exchanged manuscripts again, and now I would like to invite Huaijing to share with you the manuscript she chose.
"
Sitting next to her, Weng Huaijing, who maintained an elegant leaning posture, told the novella she had chosen in a calm voice with a slightly cold voice.
Shao Qing continued to edit the barrage with her head down, and she invisibly set an example by setting the rhythm for everyone to post the barrage.
While the girls' attention was attracted by the barrage on the screen and the mobile phones in their hands, the two people sitting at both ends of the living room began to secretly flirt with each other again.
In the past two weeks, this bridge of communication has gradually become stable. Yan Qing's eyes are always wandering between Weng Huai's beautiful face and the skirt hanging on the imperial concubine's couch. His eyes are sometimes focused and sometimes scattered, with a boyish look.
Pure love.
Tsundere: "You seem to really like looking at my white dress!"
Chu Aiqing: "Isn't it natural that boys like to see their girls wearing white clothes?"
Her eyelashes fluttered, the corners of her eyes were reddish, and she rolled her eyes calmly in arrogance: "I don't understand, what do you want to express..."
Glancing at the girls who were busy comparing their barrage skills, and regaining their gaze, Chu Aiqing had a look of disgust in his eyes: "These people are so annoying..."
Weng Huaijing pursed his lips, suppressed his smile, and glared slightly: "I think you are more annoying..."
Yan Qing's eyes were full of grievance and shock. He stared at the opposite side, his eyes seeming to say: "I hate it? I chose to flirt with you because I was afraid that you would be shy. I am not afraid of others laughing..."
Weng Huaijing's eyes sparkled, and she naturally glanced at Shao Qing and Miao Miao a few times, as if she wanted to express: "Ha? What's there to be afraid of when I act so openly..."
Raising his eyebrows knowingly, Yan Qing locked eyes with Weng Huaijing: "Then let's look at each other and see who is more timid..."
In response to the disgusted look, Weng Huaijing did not look away. She seemed to be coquettishly saying: "Don't make trouble..."
After holding on for less than 30 seconds, Yan Qing found a peach blossom on the opposite side. He surrendered and shifted his gaze slightly. "I'm afraid of you..."
Weng Huaijing smiled: "That's pretty much it..."
The two people, who were flirting with each other off-screen, reached a consensus and tacitly turned their attention back to the TV.
On the screen, after reading the manuscript, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing kept their distance. They seemed distant and continued to communicate with each other with the word "undercurrent".
Two weeks later, all this seemed to the two of them with a sweet taste in their hearts.
Unknowingly, all the scenes on the LCD screen switched from the guest sofa area to the small stage. The seventh issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." officially transitioned from the draft reading session to the demo sharing.
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Shanghai Pantai 984 Skyline
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There was no pause to wait for anyone, and the program on the TV here had already shown the scene of the upcoming performance.
Unexpectedly, there was no part where the flying guests appeared. The screen was completely black, and the spotlights came on one by one, lighting up the stage again.
The camera zooms in, Weng Huai is sitting in front of the upright piano. She raises her neck like a swan and glances to the left.
Yan Qing held the acoustic guitar and naturally sat on the high stool next to her.
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"Why do I feel like I've seen this scene before? It's so familiar..."
With the script rolled up in his left hand, Yuan Yuqiu sat a little casually, tapping the table with his index and ring fingers on his right hand unconsciously, and looking at the TV with interest.
"Ah, Mr. Yuan, the sixth live broadcast with great reputation also uses this camera setting in the first half..."
Yin Eunhui pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and gave Yuan Yuqiu a very restrained look, then she obediently followed Mr. Yuan's instructions and frequently raised her chin to demonstrate to Helen.
"childish!"
Helen's cold eyes swept across the faces of Yin Eunhui and Yuan Yuqiu, and finally stopped on the script in Mr. Yuan's hand. She casually said: "Poison Pill No. 113, adapted from the company's script library - the first half of "Pheromones and Dopamine"
The plot of the paragraph."
"A story of a disconnected love, a story about two old lovers who were bound by the past and agreed not to have any contact with each other. They meet again after many years and fall in love again."
Yuan Yuqiu no longer smiled playfully, and he seriously added his thoughts after reading: "It is similar to the topic that Professor Weng and the target talked about at the manuscript reading meeting, hiding the suppressed longing emotions..."
"The third poison pill... finally received a correct interpretation... Professor Weng's attack was different..."
Han Shuhui waited like a gambler for Yan behind the microphone on the TV screen to clear his throat.
"I guess it's quite embarrassing, judging from the fragmented fragments leaked from the demo appreciation meeting and rehearsal stage..."
Zhang Jiaxun poured cold water on him and said: "Music is a carrier... so far, there are only two submissions that are very repetitive, "Light Chaser", "don’t break my heart"..."
"Let's listen to the song..."
Li Shumin complained: "As a side note, I think they both got the money too quickly."
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The piano played by Weng Huaijing gradually stopped after a series of colorful solos. Her slender and slender fingers maintained a suspended posture above the keys. It took a long time before they sank down, bursting out several groups of untuned single-key sounds.
The acoustic guitar in his arms was finger-picked and added to the accompaniment. Yan Qing was very close to the microphone, and his lazy singing voice with a hint of nasality was like a soft whisper in his ears:
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"No matter how deep the sky is
No cracks visible
My brows are still filled with dense clouds
Even if a room has dark lights
Can't wear my body,
It can still reflect your heart』
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"Hiss! This song is a bit wasteful..."
Li Shumin took out his cigarettes and mobile phone, and he changed his words like a slap in the face at the speed of light: "I have to pay to download it again and criticize it."
After Yuan Yuqiu spread it several times, Zhang Jiaxun's criticism has become a classic meme of the project team, and every time it is mentioned, it makes the atmosphere in the conference room much happier.
"Team Leader Li is right and must be severely criticized."
The instigator Zhang Jiaxun also shook his head and clicked on the Whisper Music interface.
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ps: "Undercurrent"
Original singer: Faye Wong
Lyricist: Lin Xi
Composer, Arranger: Chen Huiyang
Album included: 1997, "Toy"
Author's recommendation: Huang Yiyun searched for Chang Shilei's version, and I came up with the code based on this version.