On the TV, the sound of the guitar faded and the piano had not yet started to gain momentum. Yan Qing closed his eyes and sang out the faint surge in his heart:
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"Let this smoke jump up
My body sinks
How much I wanted to be close to you
your heart and eyes
There is no connection between the mouth and the ears
I can't even catch him"
…
The conference room gradually became quiet, and Yuan Yuqiu spread out the script again to cover up Yin Eunhui's frequent flirtatious glances.
These few lines of Yan Qing's singing made him feel the same. Yuan Yuqiu suppressed the surging emotions and secretly glanced at Helen.
Wearing exquisite makeup, Helen's expressions were exactly the same as those of Yan Qing on TV. Both of them closed their eyes and looked calm.
This sense of polite alienation stung Yuan Yuqiu. He stood up slightly, moved his swivel chair towards Yin Eunhui, and then looked at the TV again.
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The piano sound under Weng Huaijing's fingers finally gurgled out a string of notes, and the guitar sound also perked up a little. He looked at the camera again, Yan Qing's eyes showed a touch of decadence, his lips and teeth blended together, and his charm was smooth. After entering the chorus A part, his voice
The sound waxes and wanes in the bass and center areas:
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"Afraid of a recurrence of tragedy,
my hit hit
The more beautiful things
The more untouchable I am
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A smile suddenly broke out on Helen's face, instantly attracting all of Yuan Yuqiu's attention.
And the look that Yin Enhui looked at Yuan Yuqiu was very similar to the look he looked at Helen.
This strange triangular relationship is fermenting in silence like resentment and admiration, weeping and complaining and silently surging, just like the emotions Yan Qing's eyes want to express on the TV screen.
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The eyes are like singing, trying to resist and welcome, indulging, falling, entangled, Yan Qing's saliva becomes more and more serious:
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"History repeats itself
Such a noisy city
no reason
Falling in love can be without undercurrents
In fact, I will cherish it again
What's the use of you
Will I hold you tight this time?
Not necessarily in vain
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"He is simply a devil who plays with people's hearts!"
Looking at Yan Qing bitterly, Yuan Yuqiu unlocked his phone: "I'm here to criticize him too."
Mr. Yuan's personal intervention finally made the atmosphere in the conference room a little more cheerful.
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After entering the repetitive chorus B, Yan Qing's singing is like an undercurrent, turning into a flowing and quiet night.
The fusion of his lips and teeth was filled with uncontrollable negative emotions, which were getting thicker and stronger, tightly shackling people:
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"Still waiting for you to tell me not to misuse God
I have a hunch about everything
Then I can't open my eyes
Look at fate coming
Then the sky was filled with dense clouds again.』
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"Mr. Zhang, you are a professional. If you want to praise this song, what would you say..." Yuan Yuqiu suddenly asked Xiangqiang senior music editor Zhang Jiaxun.
Raising his head and raising his eyebrows, Zhang Jiaxun sincerely praised: "With just the right emotions and skills, and a natural expression without deliberately showing off his skills, Yan Qing is worthy of being a singer who was delayed by the halo of the actor."
Yuan Yuqiu curiously asked: "What if you really want to criticize?"
"He has a heavy nasal voice, a lot of saliva, and a strange pronunciation of Cantonese words. It feels like he is deliberately imitating a drunken state and cannot pronounce the words correctly. He can't hear the undercurrent of ambiguity but is a bit lazy and teasing..."
After thinking hard for a while, Zhang Jiaxun continued to say righteously and sternly: "In short, I personally can't appreciate it!"
"Some songs require clear pronunciation, but some songs don't have to be so rigid. I think this salivating sound complements the song perfectly."
Yuan Yuqiu stared passionately at Helen's face, which was in line with Eastern aesthetic standards. He slowly said: "This should be my favorite Chinese song."
Helen laughed softly and said: "Haha, Enhui probably feels the same way..."
"I... like you, Helena! Tell me, if I don't do well, I'm willing to change it..."
Emotions suddenly broke out, and Yuan Yuqiu stood up in the uproar of the conference room. He loudly confessed his love to Helen, completely ignoring the tearful Yin Eun-hye beside him.
"What do you like about me? Can I change it..."
Helen stood up gracefully. After clearing the table, she turned and left: "The poison pill is over...it's time to get off work...please excuse me."
"Excuse me, please do your own thing..." Yuan Yuqiu chased him out, leaving behind a group of bewildered researchers and a tearful Yin Eunhui.
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Ice City St. Sophia Boutique Hotel
As the main sponsor of the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra's tour in Bingcheng, the hotel is responsible for hosting the Shanghai Communications and Shanghai Youth Communications.
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"Yan'er, to be honest, this arrangement and his singing style give me goosebumps all over my body."
Holding Meng Yan tighter and sniffling slightly, Yuan Yuyue carefully analyzed: "The articulation skills used by Yan Qing and the singing method require close-range recording, so he stayed very close to the microphone, and maybe even slightly amplified it.
Only with some vocals can such a good effect be achieved..."
"Undercurrent is a kind of depressed and sad emotion. You want to let it go but don't dare to let it go. There is a tsunami in your heart..."
Meng Yan remembered the neglect she had received some time ago, and she sighed with emotion: "On the surface, it is calm, quiet, and timid, but I feel completely lost."
"This is the first time he has used this singing method..."
Yuan Yuyue felt very sad in her heart: "The light chanting and singing combined with a slightly suppressed crying tone give me a feeling of extreme abuse..."
Heating has started in the North Country, and the executive room is actually as warm as spring, but both girls are a little chilly. Meng Yan reminds her in a low mood: "The band is on stage..."
Yuan Yuyue was still indulging in the undercurrent of emotions. She forced herself to sit up and said, "Oh, Weng Huaijing's song is still worth listening to..."
Meng Yan tasted the taste: "What's the matter? Although she sings really well, aren't all the songs written by Yan Qing?"
Yuan Yuyue said in a faint tone: "Yan Qing is not keen on writing songs for other people!"
"The words don't convey the meaning, and the starting point seems to be a charity song..."
Meng Yan speculated and continued: "When they were fighting against each other...if I use the analogy of male and female relationships, I think it would be more appropriate."
Yuan Yuyue squeezed Meng Yan tightly in her arms: "Let's listen to the song."
Meng Yan stared at the movie screen intently: "Yan Qing has changed to the keyboard position again this time..."
"He is the most dazzling no matter where he is..."
The admiration in Yuan Yuyue's eyes was still suppressed and undercurrent.
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A close-up of the screen shows Weng Huaijing in front of the microphone, and you can clearly see the strumming rhythm of her right hand and the changing sequence of the fret positions of the fingers of her left hand.
The prelude to "Words Don't Mean It" flowing from the speakers is an extremely soothing guitar solo melody.
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Yuan Yuyue easily picked up the guitar chords at a glance: "C key, G, AM, F, C, E, DM, G7..."
Meng Yan commented like a professional music critic: "A very common set of eight chords, the prelude is a bit bland and not that amazing..."
"I think it's very catchy, plain and affectionate..."
After saying that, Yuan Yuyue pressed the frets with her left hand and made strumming movements with her right hand. She pictured herself playing the guitar in her mind,
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"Some people spend their whole lives learning
Resolve communication problems
I can do it for you"
On the TV screen, the camera finally cut to Yan Qing, who was operating the upper keyboard synthesizer to abruptly insert a set of irregular bass chords with discrete rhythms.
The camera zooms out, and Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing appear in the painting together, with no interaction between them.
The close-up was again given to Weng Huaijing. While playing and singing, she cast a look of remorse and sorrow to the camera. She continued to sing:
"My joy and fear and suspicion
I really want to translate everything into words
Take you into my heart』
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"Weng Huaijing sang this song like a musical..."
Meng Yan looked at Weng Huaijing's eyes on the TV with a strange expression.
"It was a very restrained emotion, but her eyes explained it straightforwardly..." Yuan Yuyue also looked at this gaze in the void, and the words in her mouth were inexplicably stuck.
Fortunately, Meng Yan also interpreted it, and she took over the words: "It's so helpless that you clearly have feelings for someone but can't tell them."
"Yan Qing's set of chords just brought life to what you said was dull..." With a faint smile, Yuan Yuyue corrected Meng Yan's previous judgment on the arrangement.
"He's always good at arranging music." Meng Yan silently nodded in agreement.
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The electric piano sound simulated by Yan Qing's lower keyboard takes over from the guitar to lead the melody, and the rhythm is still affectionate and soothing.
There was still a close-up of Weng Huaijing on the screen, and the camera was focused on her eyes, which showed an extremely confused sight.