Dressed in red, Weng Huaijingping held up the microphone and stared intently at the dancing flames. She just said nothing, beautiful and quiet, waiting for Yan Qing's accompaniment.
"On such a beautiful night, my grandma's buzzing sound made me suddenly appreciate the indescribable beauty of the words in Song Yu's "Ode to the Goddess" - it's both so quiet and soothing, and so soothing..."
There is a dendrobium moon in the mountains, the sky is full of stars above the head, and there is a beautiful woman beside him. A few wisps of wind in the bamboo forest cause the sparse shadows to float, and the fragrance floats. Smelling the scent of rosemary, Yan Qing only feels the fragrance around him, and the bonfire in front of him.
It was also swayed by the evening breeze, becoming more and more dazzling and warm.
The bamboo leaves fluttered in my ears and made a whirling sound, like a low-pitched shengxiao. The people beside the fire were whispering and talking in a deliberately low tone, plus the crackling sound of burning firewood.
The white noise of the flames, all of this made Yan Qing feel extremely comfortable. Even Zhao Mu and Yi Li, who acted as light bulbs between the two of them throughout the whole process, looked a little cute in his eyes.
"Of course, it would be better if... Zhao Mu and Yi Li were better behaved... Well, it's time to start accompaniment for Xiaoge. The song "Walking in the Cold Wind" is not like a ballad or other guava. It only has guitar and melody.
Maybe it’s too dry, and the live singing will sound a bit hollow... It seems that I have to think of something in my technique..."
With this in mind, Yan Qing adjusted the position of Miao Miao's acoustic guitar in his arms, and at the same time quietly relaxed his straight waist a little, and pointed the guitar speaker at Zhao Mu and Yi.
Pears to make it easier for them to pick up the sound.
When Yan Qing, who is 1.87 meters tall, plans to imitate Miao Miao and Weng Huaijing to play while standing, picking up the notes becomes a troublesome task. Zhao Mu and Yi Li are both less than 165cm tall, so they have to squat for Miao to pick up the notes.
That’s right, standing up is just right when picking up Professor Weng’s voice, but you have to hold the microphone all the time when picking up Dr. Yan’s voice.
As expected, Zhao Mu and the others also knew about this problem. They lowered their heads and talked in whispers. After waiting for a long time, Yan Qing did not see anyone coming over. Neither of the girls had any intention of passing the mic over to act as a human pickup.
"Fishing? What the hell, because this song talks about breaking up, fishing for law enforcement, and then publicly executing me? Oh my god, why are you so eager to participate..."
After Yan Qing, who has sharp ears, heard some snippets of their conversation, he couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.
"Looking forward to it, wait a moment~"
Keenly aware that the situation was slightly tense, Luo Bing stood up and leaned over to whisper a few words to Weng Huaijing, causing Professor Weng to glance at Yan Qing with a faint smile. Their volume was well controlled and they were talking.
Director Jian Luo stretched out his hand to greet Lou Junwei to move a stool to the director's desk.
"Why does it feel like this performance is becoming more and more formal? It seems that Su Xiuzhen's set will have to wait. I just want to hear what Zhao Mu and the others are discussing, but don't hold back on a trick..."
As her mind raced, Yan Qing calmly moved her guitar capo closer to Yi Li, who was holding the mic, and was finally able to hear clearly what they were communicating through their ears.
"Well, you see, Brother Qing likes to pretend to be immobile..."
Looking back at Yan Qing warily, Zhao Mu poked the auxiliary wheat in Yili's hand and continued in a low voice: "I'm not in a hurry at all. Ali, please hold on to this fishing rod for a while!"
"Ah, but Brother Qing is this kind of person. Mu Mu, why don't we stop making trouble? Sister Jing is still waiting to sing..."
Yili's words sounded like there was some inner struggle: "I think it's good for them to just let nature take its course~"
"So Zhao Mu is planning to use this auxiliary microphone as a fishing rod to lure me towards Buzzing? Do you need to be so careful? If you two don't need to pick up the sound, I would have already passed by, or... is there something in this?
Fraud?"
Secretly guessing, Yan Qing continued to move quietly and in a small range after adjusting the capo.
"Waiting for them to let nature take its course? Oh, don't even think about it. The first season of the show will be over soon, and the day lilies will be cold!"
Sensing the pressure coming from behind, Zhao Mu hurriedly stopped speaking. After turning around and giving Yan Qing a wary smile, she mumbled another sentence to Yi Li: "Watch my eyes later..."
"Director Yan, the chair arranged by Sister Bing..."
Lou Junwei took a horse from Liu Yuze's side and placed it casually behind Yan Qing, about three steps away from Weng Huaijing. After placing it, he asked carelessly: "Is it okay to put it here?"
"Everything is fine, thank you Xiao Lou..."
After hearing the plans of the two girls, Yan Qing was very familiar with the position. After casually sitting down on the horse, Feng Qingyun said with a smile: "I'm looking forward to it, then I'll start, Ah Li~"
"Brother Qing, don't you want to get closer?"
Zhao Mu smiled playfully and hooked his hand at Yan Qing. Zhao Mu spoke softly and used his body to stop Yi Li who was trying to move over.
"Brother Qing, why don't you sit over here~"
Under the pressure of Zhao Mu's eyes, Yi Li hesitated and knelt down in front of Weng Huaijing, blinking her watery eyes with blue colored lenses. She stared pitifully at Yan Qing, and mechanically repeated what she was doing with her best friend.
Towing work.
"Zhao Mu is the main culprit, Yi Li is the accomplice, and there are waves of enthusiastic people. Alas, it will probably take until after the song "Slowly Falling in Love with You" is released that everyone will let go of their worries... Obviously
This season of the show is over, and we are still working together, but the number of times we meet may indeed be lower than it is now."
Thinking of this, Yan Qing couldn't help but glance at Weng Huaijing. It happened that Professor Weng had just finished chatting with Luo Bing. After turning around, she stared thoughtfully at the interaction between Yi Li and someone. This came and went.
The two people's eyes met head on.
Smiling awkwardly, accompaniment Qing frowned: "They want to publicly execute me, they all think it's because of my cowardice~"
Crossing his arms, the singer raised his eyebrows and said, "???"
"We have entered the movie-watching mode together. The plan of Zhao Mu and the others is not to stay and push me to Xiao Ge, okay, I admit it..."
Slightly bending his knees, Yan Qing held the piano in his left hand, picked up the maza in his right hand and sat down next to Yi Li. After taking the initiative to point the sound hole of the guitar at the human body pickup, he smiled and laughed at himself: "If the mountain can't be overcome, I will go over it."
After some undercurrents, Yan Qing was finally able to start accompaniment for Weng Huaijing normally. Considering that there was only a guitar sound effect, he made some reasonable additions to the intro melody and also changed some parts to reflect the light jazz style.
Chord arrangement.
As if due to an innate tacit understanding, or perhaps due to repeated practice alone, Weng Huaijing did not feel unable to adapt. She opened her voice and cut into the accompaniment with ease, catching Yan Qing's rearrangement with ease.
…
"Breaking up/from your mouth/is very indifferent
Sadness/The fire that boils in the heart/and then goes out』
…
Different from the version in the show, there was no overly strong emotional involvement. At this moment, Weng Huaijing sang softly with a bit of understatement and relief.
While maintaining finger-picking, Yan Qing did not forget to tap the speaker panel lightly with the knuckles of his palms, reasonably inserting some drum beats into the melody at the right time, quietly moving the style of the music closer to the direction of R&B or even soul.
…
"I thought there was nothing wrong with staying.
I thought you would understand if you work hard
Why are even the fallen leaves laughing at me?
You have to pretend to be strong and go away"
…
Deliberately following the guidance of the accompaniment, Weng Huaijing smoothly and naturally increased the frequency of half-turns and vibratos in the second verse of the verse. She freely moved her voice between the original pitch and a quarter lower than the original pitch.
Or the alternating back and forth of half notes, bringing the melody back to the very recognizable Weng-style singing.
…
"Walking in the cold wind of winter night
The things that are scattered/trampled/are all dreams
How can I be sure that you loved me at this lonely moment?
…
After entering the chorus, Yan Qing keenly realized that Weng Huaijing's use of many vibratos was no longer just a vocal technique. In her performance, these had become a powerful tool for her to express her emotions and tug at the audience's heartstrings.
"Why do you want to make sure whether I have loved you before? I love you very much now~"
Yan Qing, whose heart was filled with excitement, couldn't help but look up secretly when being asked. She saw the cold moonlight shining on Weng Huaijing's face, giving her a unique and independent sense of sight at this moment.
"When you look at the beautiful city and then look at the beautiful country, you would rather not know about the beautiful city and the beautiful country. It's hard to find a beautiful woman again~"
This situation was like a painting or a poem, which made Yan Qing restrain the teasing in his eyes and continue to focus on the accompaniment.
…
"Staying in the cold wind of winter night
I don't/don't want to/pretend to be vulnerable
Just because I didn’t say it doesn’t mean I won’t feel pain.”
…
Weng Huaijing added some more soul-style pauses when dealing with the ending sounds of the song's words, and used the use of breath to suddenly interrupt the ending sounds of a single sentence at the end.
This made Yan Qing feel the pain of a lovelorn woman licking her wounds alone in the coldness and coldness, and the singing voice was interrupted after a half-turn and then connected again, giving people a charm of singing and sighing three times.
…
"I thought you were temporarily lost.
I thought you would look back when you were tired
How to connect the complex story behind
I heard it all from my friends.』
…
Weng Huaijing used the rapid recovery of her breath, combined with her slight trembling of the elongated tail tone, into a falling tone, and blended her helpless feelings into her singing, and eloquently told her own mental journey with a fleeting mentality.
This undoubtedly aroused more resonance from the audience, and the glances from Shao Qing, Luo Bing and others also made Yan Qing feel like a lump in his throat.
"It seems that even if I make an adaptation, it is still tantamount to a public execution... They all kept staring at me, their eyes full of resentment against the scumbag. This is the most advanced resonance technique. Xiaoge sings really well.
, if the texture is the main body of the timbre, then the gloss is the edge of the timbre, and my buzz is unmatched~"
Even to Yan Qing's picky ears, Weng Huaijing's timbre is very high-end and discernible, as if it has an ethereal and harmonious metallic luster. It never fades when singing high notes, not sticky when singing low notes, not noisy when singing strong, and not noisy when singing weak.
The sound is real, even if she uses only a small amount of breath, the sound is still gathered together and full of luster.
…
"Staying in the cold wind of winter night
I don't/don't want to/pretend to be vulnerable
Just because you said it
Love is waiting/is a steady flow of water.』
…
When singing the second chorus, Weng Huaijing relaxed her voice slightly and incorporated more breath skills, forming an ethereal sound that seemed to be intermittent and continuous. She performed the soul singing style of the masked lady in the waistcoat to the fullest, ethereal and ethereal.
Like Tianyin's death, the whole process is obviously understated, but it is painful to listen to every part.
…
『je le sais continue c’est pas bon
a la fin tu restes pas longtemps
Just because I didn’t say it doesn’t mean I won’t feel pain.”
…
There is no exaggerated air intake, no dramatic voice change, and no deliberate display of magnetism. Weng Huaijing's bridge before the last part of the ending can be said to be relaxed and relaxed. She handles the fusion of breath and resonance naturally.
Integrated.
"When the recording studio is delivered in a few days, I must record another version with Bong Bong. Her soul is so contagious that she even won over Zhao Mu, who is bent on causing trouble~"
Yan Qing, who has always been vigilant, found that after a song, nothing happened during the whole process. Zhao Mu and Yi Li sat quietly on the floor, obediently acting as human body pickups, but their eyes seemed to be twinkling.
Tears.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have a relaxing cadenza ending, then bring Bong Bong Bong back to our original position, and continue chatting while watching the editing~"
Just after Yan Qing smoothly played the outro of the entire song, that is, the part without lyrics at the end of the song, Shi Shiran stood up in silence, and planned to return the guitar to Miao Miao and greeted him as he had thought.
When Weng Huaijing and Weng returned to the director's station to continue editing, a sudden change occurred.
"This is how Sister Jing described "Walking in the Cold Wind" in the show. A girl can't control her unforgettable feelings for her ex, but she has no expectations for anything about him anymore..."
Yan Qing never expected that Zhao Mu would come out to attack at this time and draw the fire to Weng Huaijing. She was holding the wheat that she had taken from Yi Li in her right hand, and was still holding it with her left hand. She looked like she was still immersed in it.
Miss Yi couldn't extricate herself from the emotion of the song "Walking in the Cold Wind".
Holding her head high, Zhao Mu looked around suspiciously, her eyes darting back and forth on the faces of Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing. After a long while, she continued to ask: "Why did I hear so much nostalgia and reluctance in the performance just now?"
?”
"Why isn't it over yet? It's because of love. Obviously she doesn't want me to be executed in public~ But she can't say it so straightforwardly, so let me explain..."
Yan Qing, who chose to answer the question proactively, did not hesitate to memorize the blame. He explained in a smooth and logical manner: "This is my fault. From light jazz to soul, the music style is different, and the way of nostalgic interpretation is naturally different."
"
With a slight pout of his lips, Weng Huaijing nodded slightly to Zhao Mu, indicating that he agreed with Yan Qing's excuse for her.
Seeing Yan Qing return the guitar to Miao Miao, who was leaning in Zhang Yameng's arms, looking like she was about to leave, Zhao Mu hurriedly urged: "Ah Li, please say something quickly..."
"Sister Jing gave me the feeling that she doesn't miss the past very much, but she still can't forget you..."
Yi Li, who had been brewing for a long time, made a big move into the microphone without any warning. The words were vague and pointed, causing an uproar on the set. Maybe she realized that what she said was ambiguous, and she suppressed her blushes.
The face then added, "Well, I'm talking about the heroine in "Walking in the Cold Wind"."
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ps: I have always wanted to write a chapter about Weng Huaijing’s singing. After much thought, I thought it would be best to insert it here.
In addition, I explained to everyone in the book club group the reason for the slow update, so I won’t go into details here so as not to affect everyone’s reading experience.