"Do you still need to ask for instructions? Meow meow, please tell me quickly. Well... let me guess first... who is the love poem written to? This question is too difficult..."
Withdrawing the director's microphone from Miao Miao's mouth and ignoring her argument, Zhao Mu pretended to think hard for a while, then turned around and asked Yili beside him with a puzzled expression: "Ali, do you know?
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"Wow, this question is so difficult..."
Standing up slowly, Yili's playful eyes slowly passed through the crowd, and occasionally paused on the mobile phones whose screens were still on and continued to play "Talent Co., Ltd.", and finally locked on Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing, her eyes moved with a smile.
Said: "Perhaps he is the person who accompanied Brother Qing to spend the most passionate and romantic time in his life..."
Holding the only two microphones on the set, Zhao Mu and Yi Li were in control of the situation, driving the rhythm soaring. They ignored Miao Miao who was jumping behind them and trying to grab the microphone. What was even more outrageous was that they
During the entire conversation, he intentionally or unintentionally directed everyone's attention towards the director's workbench.
"Ah... do you think I will stop you? Speed up the tempo and do a great job. You are just buzzing and won't say anything. I really wish Xiaomiao would take the initiative to reveal which poem it is. Let me hear it."
Seeing that the old god was there, Yan Qing even raised an eyebrow at Weng Huaijing in a secret way, with a somewhat proud expression.
After Professor Weng gave him a hateful look, he turned around and acted like an ostrich at the speed of light.
"Miaomiao, you see, no one has any objections. Come on, tell me~"
Zhao Mumei said with a wide smile and put the director's microphone back to Miao Miao's mouth. Yili sang and raised the sub-microphone high and said, "Let's listen to everyone's voices." As soon as these words fell, the studio sounded
The response was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"That...that..."
Still looking hesitant, Miao Miao looked at Zhang Yameng, Shao Qing and others not far away, as if asking for their support.
Li Hanyuan and Zhang Yameng, who put their hands in the shape of a loudspeaker, perfectly integrated into the lineup of responders and instigators: "We also want to listen to love poems..."
Producer Shao, who looked at Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing provocatively but didn't take it too seriously: "It's okay, come on..."
"Why is she buzzing and trembling... Is she scared? What kind of love poem can have such an effect..."
Smelling the refreshing fragrance emanating from Weng Huaijing's body, Yan Qing multitasked, looking forward to Miao Miao's speeches and feeling the subtle movements of her sweetheart beside her.
"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower..."
The sound transmitted by the director's microphone speaker was severely distorted, but Yan Qing instantly heard that the poem was obviously Shu Ting's "To the Oak". This was another "ironclad proof" that the owners of the body were both time travellers.
), (Darwin) has become somewhat familiar to him after his baptism.
"...I must be a kapok tree next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree..."
It wasn't until she heard this sentence that Yan Qing suddenly understood the true meaning of the word "kapok" to Weng Huaijing, and also fully understood the source of her motivation to constantly improve herself.
"Yan Yisa! Are you planning to let Xiaomei read the entire poem?"
With his heart trembling, Yan Qing suddenly felt a pain in his waist, and Professor Weng's impatient urging voice came to his ears.
"That's right, the content behind this poem is so disgusting, I definitely can't bear the buzz in my house..."
As soon as his thoughts changed, Yan Qing ran away decisively, rushed to the bonfire and snatched the microphone from Zhao Mu's hand. He held the microphone in one hand and held the microphone in the other hand: "Xiao Meow, let me do it by myself..."
Miao Miao blushed and lowered her head shyly. She was a little unable to adapt to Yan Qing's public intimacy.
"Every time the wind blows, we greet each other! But no one understands our words."
Breathing calmly, Yan Qing quickly organized his words: "Okay, I've finished reading the poem, let's continue singing. There are two more songs in this issue, "Time in Life" and "Walking in the Cold Wind". Which one do you want to listen to first?
head?"
"No, I have to sing the other song with Sister Jing! Brother Qing, please return the microphone to me. Someone has to pass the mic to you..."
Zhao Mu and Yi Li started bargaining with Yan Qing using the auxiliary wheat in their hands, while Miao Miao was taking off the strap of her acoustic guitar while staring at the slowly passing by with a cute expression on her face (I'm in trouble).
Coming from a distance, Weng Huaijing's beautiful face was reflected more and more brightly by the bonfire.
"Xiao Meow, give me the guitar and I will accompany you..."
Standing calmly, Weng Huaijing reached out to take the guitar that Miao Miao had just put down, and quickly glanced at Yan Qing who was still doing Tai Chi with Zhao Muyili without leaving any trace.
Tsundere raised her eyebrows and said, "Microphone! Don't give it back to them..."
Chu Lianqing understood: "I understand the right to speak..."
"You can help Huaijing collect the music, I'll sing first..."
Yan Qing waited until Weng Huaijing hugged the guitar and stood beside him shyly but firmly like a kapok tree, then he grabbed the microphone tightly and shouted loudly: "The time of your life!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Weng Huaijing had already plucked the strings, and the sound of the acoustic guitar gurgling like a stream flowed out. Zhao Muyili could only give up, and the two quietly leaned next to Professor Weng to act as human pickups.
The fireworks of the world are the ones that most touch the hearts of mortals. With soothing rhythms and gentle melodies, Yan Qing did not use any unnecessary techniques. His voice was clear and clean, simple and emotional, and conveyed the story of a simple and unpretentious middle-aged man wandering alone.
The story is told to everyone.
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"The years have added to my sorrow/a mixture of invisible and huge pressure/is this the most difficult time in my life~"
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"I also admire my courage/I also feel sorry for the meaning of all loneliness/Is this the loneliest time in my life~"
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"Fortunately, I still have a little temper/and the right to love and be loved/is this the most passionate time in my life~"
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"Who will I give my heart to/For whom will I forget my name/Is this the most romantic time in my life~"
…
In just four short verses, every word is singing about nostalgia for beautiful love. The heroine, who has never appeared directly in the lyrics, has always been in the man's life, accompanying him through hardships, loneliness, and enjoying the passion and passion.
romantic.
Folk songs are fragments of life. Its simplicity is criticized by those who don't like it, but it is simplicity that creates its most unique connotation.
A song or a poem is often just a trigger point. The longing for love deep in the human soul is eternal. Yan Qing's soft and soft voice is tender and delicate. At first it sounds as light as water, but suddenly it is so strong that it melts away.
Don't open it, the casual melody is full of leisurely memories, knocking on the door of your heart so quietly, easily arousing everyone's resonance.
After the song ended, there was silence on the set of Noda, and even the joyful bonfire became a bit peaceful.
"Who will accompany me through ups and downs..."
In the deserted place, Zhao Mu had no intention of letting the two of them go. He stepped in between Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing, raised the mic with twitching eyes, and repeated the last chorus as a reciter: "
Accompany me in ups and downs, accompany me on long journeys~"
After speaking, Zhao Mu pushed the microphone aside, and kept raising and lowering his right hand, raising and lowering it again and again, stirring up the already quiet atmosphere. Under her encouragement, Yi Li also had the courage to follow the rhythm and said vividly:
"From now on, I will never give up, and I will never talk about time~"
It was not until then that everyone woke up after hearing the feeling. Scattered applause and cheers gradually began to sound. When the atmosphere turned warm, Zhao Mu and Yi Li stared at Yan Qing, and the two girls spoke in unison.
Said: "After many years, all I have left is gratitude!"
"Hey, dear, what are these two people planning to do?"
After singing his own song, Yan Qing, who originally planned to switch places with Weng Huaijing, was a little dazed.
Soon Zhao Mu continued: "When we were young, we were all poetic and wanted to live ourselves into a dream, a song, and a movie."
Upon hearing this sentence, Yan Qing knew that it was Weng Huaijing's interlude when he was talking about this song during the recording of the program last week. When he raised his eyes again and looked beyond the barrier, he happened to find that Professor Weng seemed to have the urge to turn around, coldly.
The beauty is trying hard to restrain herself.
Looking at Zhao Mu, she smiled knowingly, and Yi Li added teasingly: "It seems that Brother Qing is hiding something, and he is clearly living a poem."
"Both of these girls are aware of the bloodbath on the Magpie Bridge in Shanghai, and they can probably guess that Xiaoge and I have stories before, so they drew their minds from "To the Oak" and "Time in our Life"
What did you make up for?"
Faced with Zhao Mu and Yi Li's teasing, Yan Qing was not at a loss as to whether Weng Huaijing would be embarrassed, and he acted calmly and calmly.
"The ups and downs in life gradually wear away our will..."
Seeing that Yan Qing was indifferent, Zhao Mu began to reread Yan Qing's speech in the program affectionately: "The loneliness of the years has added a lot of sorrow to us."
"Brother Qing doesn't know who he learned his subtext habits from. I really can't help it. Let me translate it..."
Yi Li sang with Zhao Mu with a bright smile, and they cooperated perfectly: "But the years have also brought us a lot of joy and sweetness."
"What the hell are you two doing encouraging me to speak? Do you think this is a great opportunity to express your love in public? This is too reckless, Bing Bing won't accept it. She and I have already made an agreement, oh~
Yes, you don’t know the song “Slowly Falling in Love with You” yet.”
Like a mirror in his mind, Yan Qing held up the director's microphone and calmly concluded his performance: "Everyone has many times in their life: the most difficult time, the loneliest time, the most passionate time,
The most romantic time…”
"So, Brother Qing, do you think time in life is more important? Or..."
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't take the bait, Zhao Mu was angry that he didn't fight and started to mess around: "Is it more important that the person who is accompanying you through all this in your heart is more important?"
"Brother Qing, what you mean is that whether it's the past or what you're currently experiencing, good or bad..."
Yi Li, who has senior copywriting experience, tried to play off Yan Qing: "Will it become the most important time in our lives?"
"hiss…"
While the three of them were playing a guessing game, Weng Huaijing was unable to hand the guitar to Yan Qing smoothly due to the deliberate obstruction of Zhao Mu and Yi Li. Professor Weng suddenly made a puzzling move. She held the neck of the guitar with her backhand and raised the guitar high.
Lifting it up, this move made many people who knew about the headshot incident at Magpie Bridge feel nervous.
"Sister Jinger..."
Shaking his head and sighing, Xiao Meow covered his eyes: "Pay attention to your image!"
Raising his eyebrows at Yan Qingfeng, Weng Huai opened his lips softly and said, "Okay, it's my turn..."
"Why do I have the feeling of yesterday reappearing for some reason? At that time, I kept my head down and didn't pay attention to her expression. Her eyes must be very complicated."
Taking advantage of his height and long legs, Yan Qing easily passed through the obstacles of the two girls and reached out to pick up the guitar handed over by Weng Huaijin. He suddenly discovered that Professor Weng, who was holding the piano at the moment, seemed to have a special aura about him.
"Zhao Mu, Yi Li, I always feel that there is no need to dwell on how difficult and lonely the past time was..."
After taking the piano and hastily explaining a few sentences, Yan Qing put the microphone on Professor Weng's slender catkins that were still spread out in the air. He knew that Weng Huaijing would be able to catch his words.
"It's enough to live the most passionate and romantic moment in the moment. Next..."
The bright flames made Weng Huaijing's profile particularly dazzling. Holding the director's microphone, Professor Weng spoke with great heroism. She paused for a moment, and when she noticed from the corner of her eye that Yan Qing had hugged the piano and adjusted the capo, she
Luo Luo generously cast her gaze at someone and said, "Walking in the cold wind..."